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obsessivevoidkitten · 6 months ago

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How to Hunt Your Alpha

Yandere Gender Neutral Omega Reader x Male Alpha

CW: Extremely dubious consent, stalking, mention of voyeurism, knotting, pheromones, scenting, scent marking, biting, marking, claiming bites, a/b/o dynamics, omegaverse, breeding cycles/heat, rut scratching during sex, feral sex, general yandere behavior, knotting, breeding, baby trapping, manipulative reader Word Count: 1.2k (This is a commission for @kittycatkandies who was very patient with me. I hope you all like it, this is the first fic I have written with a yandere reader.)

From the moment you saw Clark and caught a whiff of his scent, he had snagged your undivided attention. Now, you weren't the type of omega to just start swooning and let yourself be taken in by any nice-smelling, tall slab of alpha.

No, that's how you had been treated poorly in the past. There were many alphas who just wanted to slick their knots in any omega and didn't care about a relationship or even making sure the omega was satisfied during sex.

But when you passed an alpha on the street, caught his scent, glanced into those kind brown eyes of his, you suspected he was better than the fuck boys, douche weasels, and assorted sad soggy pieces of old toast you had encounters with in the past.

Still... it was just a suspicion... you had to get to know him a good bit better. He may not even be single, though he did not smell as if he was paired up and lacked any fresh marks on his neck. The best way to see if he was right for you was, in your warped mind, to follow him and see how he interacted with others. He definitely passed the test.

You had discreetly followed him back to his place so that following him in the future would be possible. After that you tailed him stealthily several different times. The first time you did so you learned that he volunteered at the nursing home keeping old folks company, another time you caught him donating to and doing volunteer work at the local soup kitchen, and the final proof you saw that he was wonderful and perfect in all things was when you learned that he worked at an animal shelter that specifically took care of elderly animals and those with health conditions.

On occasion you had even caught him wanking through his window. He was perfect in that regard too. The sight of that cock made you drool.

Throughout your many “information gathering” sessions you had ascertained that his name was Clark and he was, as he had initially seemed, single.

But you had a plan to change that. You’d have him begging to mark you up and slick his knot inside you.

You began volunteering at the animal shelter he worked at, making sure to ask him lots of questions, work diligently, and show off your compassionate, caring, stereotypical omega side that alphas always seemed to appreciate.

It worked! Well... kinda... not as well as you had hoped. The two of you had become friends to some extent, but he hadn’t put any moves on you in a romantic or sexual way. You’d just have to step up your game.

You knew he was the type of man to take mating and biting marks seriously. You just had to get him to that point, get him in your heavily scented apartment. And so, you formulated yet another scheme.

The next time you were in heat you endured it as best you could. Full force and with no suppressants. You rubbed your scent over your entire apartment. Every room was scent bombed with your pheromones. Especially the bedroom, of course. Then you wore a scent diffusing scarf and clothing. Then you went on to the animal shelter as usual.

The scarf and special clothing would hide your scent well enough. They were designed so that those who couldn’t or wouldn’t take suppressants could still interact with society without their smell causing chaos during ruts or heats. They did nothing for the other symptoms of a heat though. You’d still appear spaced out, flushed, and feverish. Which was just perfect.

Clark noticed and at the end of his shift he thought you were ill. He wanted to take you to the doctor, you refused though what he asked next was exactly what you had wanted.

“Please at least let me drive you home, you’re in no condition to drive!”

“Well… o-okay… if you insist…”

And so he drove you home and even walked you to the door. When you opened it he was hit by the scent of needy fertile omega and clearly distracted. He didn’t protest as you nudged him in.

Then you stripped off your scarf and clothing and he was hit point blank by fresh pheromones too.

“I… I um… wh-what… um I need some air.”

He tried to collect his wits and step past you but you blocked the exit.

“Just take a deep breath, I think the air is pretty good in here don’t you?”

He muttered something incoherently as you rubbed up against him and nuzzled into his muscular chest.

“Ah y-you’re in heat… Not clear headed… I sh-”

You took his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m in heat and you should help me with it~”

This was it. All your efforts were about to pay off. Your heart was pumping faster than it ever had before and your veins felt as if electricity was flowing through them.

Clark’s brain was short circuiting, though you could tell by his aroused scent and the bulge in his pants that he was going to do exactly as you wanted him to. He let you take him to the bed and push him onto it. You removed his clothing for him and stared at his full beauty, finally revealed to you. Well... finally revealed close and in-person.

He grabbed your sides and you wiggled your slick leaking hole right on to his large throbbing cock. He hardly needed to thrust, not with how eagerly you were bouncing up and down on his cock. He came in you quickly. The smell in the air and the feeling of your tight slicked up hole squeezing his length as you bobbed up and down on it were too much for him.

But he had plenty more loads to fill you with. And you weren’t going to stop until you were sure you were impregnated.

His knot swelled inside of you, locking the two of you together and reducing the fervency with which you could slam down on his dick. But the stretch felt amazing and the friction of it rubbing up against all of the most sensitive spots inside of you made you scream his name as you orgasmed again and again over the course of the next few hours.

The two of you were entwined in a near-feral frenzy of pure fucking. Scratching, biting, marking each other up in every place reachable by tooth and nail. Pheromone laden fluid leaked from your neck where he had put his claim mark and from his neck where you had put yours. Both of your eyes were glazed over, consciousness pretty much lost, bodies running on instinct alone.

You awoke the next morning with a smile of contentment on your face. You had successfully seduced the man of your dreams into a rut during your heat and had most certainly gotten him to fuck you pregnant. He was snoozing peacefully underneath you with his arms hugging you protectively. You wrapped your arms around him and let yourself fall back asleep on top of him, relaxed with the knowledge that he would never leave his well marked, pregnant omega.

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forgetmenotnympho · 26 days ago

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‧₊˚It's 5'o clock somewhere ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

𐔌 . ⋮ hi ty .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

hi again!! nothings bett3r than a kiss or two from clark kent... oh 3xcept for maybe a kiss or two from clark kent while bruc3 wayne calls you pr3tty. he'll give you a kiss too dww~

𐔌 . ⋮ ty talks .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

its nearly 3am.. i was so locked in writing this that i just might have to write the smut scene because why clark start getting freaky omggg im not even tired idk why but please lmk !!

warnings? : ̗̀➛ sad reader, clark/bruce comforting reader, suggestive, mentions of alcohol, older bruce/clark

perspective? : ̗̀➛ second

ᵒʰ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ!

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 ꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦

your boys left a voice memo,,

ⁱ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ˢᵃʸˢ

it's actually 12pm noon. You haven't gotten up yet, but that's okay. You don't really feel like it, and that's okay too. This always happens, every single year without fail. "Are you sure you're alright?" A kind voice asked as fingers gently brushed your hair out of your face. Moving to Metropolis was hard, even if it was such a charming place to live. It was hard being away from all your friends and your childhood town, but you were on your last spring break ever, in your last year of university.

Today was your 21st birthday. You've always had conflicting feeling when it came to your birthday. Ever since you turned thirteen, you think that's when it started. It's not that you were afraid to get older, it was the changes that came with getting older that scared you.

Now, Clark was in his mid thirties. He wasn't like the other older men you'd known. He was gentle and kind. A very genuine sort of man. He liked to sugarcoat things and maybe try to shield you from certain horrors that came with reality, but he meant well. If he wanted to hurt you, you were sure he would have done it by now. Instead of the usual things men requested, the usual dirty things, Clark was rather opposed to being upfront about those things. He never initiated anything that required more than kissing, never, not once. It was sweet. Refreshing, even. And now, here he was, on his knees with his elbows resting on his queen sized mattress and careful fingers pushing your curls out of your face as you pouted. Or no- not pouting. Your face was still, null of just about everything. Your eyes, however, were glossy and the sighed of you so motionless and devoid of joy crushed Clark's heart.

"Darlin," Clark started out softly, his midwestern accent peaking through a little more than usual. It always did when be was worried like this. "You gotta work with me. I hate seeing you like this," your dark eyes scanned his face. You counted the pretty moles across his tanned face. His dimples even showed when he frowned. "You hardly said anything all morning, I hate for you to be so blue on your big day."

You didnt want to be in bed all day. You didn't want to be sad. But your body just felt so heavy and everytime you wanted to say something your throat felt so dry. You worried if you moved it would ache so you thought it better to just sit still. Stay quiet. Clark reached for your hand and caressed the back of your palm with his thumb as he rested his head on the white comforter on the bed he wasn't able to make up this morning. In your uneasy silence there was the sound of keys jingling loudly and dress shoes clinking against the wooden floors.

He was slightly older than Clark. Less than five years you thought, but you weren't 100% sure and you didn't care enough to check the hundreds of easily accessible sources to see. A couple of inches shorter than Clark, much paler and leaner than him too, Bruce had arrived. Everytime you saw him you wanted to ask what his makeup routine was, but you knew his most naturally seamless looks weren't done by himself. They never made him look younger, just more lively. It wasn't even as if many saw him so down anymore, he was so good when it came to keeping up appearances. He set his keys down on Clark's dresser before his steel blue eyes locked in on the two of you.

"Oh no baby," his voice had the slightest rasp to it, it contrasted nicely with Clark's. It sent chills down your spine and always made you feel a little bit more alive. Bruce tutted as he climbed on to Clark's bed and positioned himself behind you. "I paid too much for those pretty nails on your hands for you to.. what is it that you say all the time? 'Rot in bed all day'?"

The two men always took such different approaches to the same things. Your very own good cop/bad cop duo for just about every situation you encountered.

"Clark has been so good to you this morning, I'm sure," he glanced up at Clark who softened more with his presence. "But baby, you're too pretty for this," Bruce carefully wrapped his arms around you and brought you up onto his lap and allowed the both of your legs to hang off the side of the bed. Bruce bounced his leg softly with you on his lap and his arms around your waist as Clark watched, still on his knees next to you. "Maybe you just need a pick-me-up, huh baby?" Bruce was barely talking to you. The vibration from his leg bouncing up and down made you squirm a bit and both of them noticed. "I bet he didn't even ask you, did he? No, Clark's too much of a gentleman."

At his core Bruce is a good man. He truly is, but sometimes he is a bit much. He loves to tease. His thumb played at the hem of your lacey white boy shorts because he just loved the texture of them. How soft and delicate they made you look. You tilted your neck to the side as Bruce kissed your neck once or twice.

"Clark," you rasped, barely audible, but the sunshine perked up immediately.

"Yes ma'am?"

"can you run me a bath?"

"Of course darlin." As he rose from his knees he adjusted his glasses. He leaned down to place a warm kiss on your forehead before he turned to walk into the master bathroom. You listened to the faucet run as water slowly filled the tub and you tried not to melt into Bruce as he continued bouncing his leg, speeding up every so often. "I wanted to take you out today. You know, Gotham has some of the nicest museums in the area."

"...mmmnot in the mood,"

"That's a shame," Bruce sighed dramatically as he slipped an arm under your legs and you shifted your position so he could easily pick you up. "I would've loved for you to come by. The boys had a little surprise for you.."

"m'sorry" you mumbled but Bruce simply shook his head dismissively as he stepped into the bathroom. "Please, they'll be alright. I'll call Alfred to let them know," he smiled softly and set you down. You shivered as your feet hit the cold bathroom tiles. Rubbing your face, mindful of your manicured nails and yawned, stretching your arms up slightly, your tank top rising to reveal more of your chubby stomach.

Bruce laughed to himself, wiping his mouth with his hand to try and stop himself from smiling. "Did you know Damian has an... affinity for you?" Bruce inquired as he stared down at you. A small smile tugged at your lips as you twirled a dark curl around your finger. "Really? That's cute.. i didn't think he'd tell you something like that."

The man shook his head as Clark checked the temperature of your bath water. "Oh, he didn't. Dick found out and- well you know how cruel siblings can be," he smiled sympathetically as you nodded into him. He was an only child and discounting Clark's cousin, so was he, so they didn't truly understand the cruelty of brothers or sisters like you did. You always enjoyed entertaining conversations with the Wayne boys. Even if at first Dick wasn't your biggest fan. You never blamed him, he was a two to three years older than you, so his concerns were... valid. You and Bruce assured him nothing was amiss, and as a journalist, Clark was able to help control the media (of course, Bruce's status helped keep things quiet and you away from prying eyes).

Clark pulled at the hem of your shorts, pausing for a second as you glanced back at him. Bruce had found a silk scarf hanging up on the bathroom door and grinned at the fact that you'd often leave your things with either of them- that's why you could never find anything. "Thank you," you say softly to Clark and his face flushed as he smiles sheepishly, pushing his glasses up on his face as he pulls the lace off of your body. You step carefully out of the shorts as Bruce thoughtfully ties your thick curls up with the silk scarf so your hair doesn't get wet in the bath. Then, at the same time both men reach for the hem of your tank top.

"I was thinking... lift up your arms doll... if you really wanted we can stay here." Bruce said as he looked past you and at his second companion who nodded simply at the notion. You lifted your arms way above your head so they could slip you out of your tank top. "We could have a couple of drinks. It is your 21st after all. Clark?"

"You know I don't keep alcohol sweetheart," Clark continues their conversation, his hand resting on your lower back when you lift one leg to step into the soapy tub. Bruce catches a wonderful glimpse and bites his tongue. "Right. How could I forget," his tone is flat and mocking. He watches as you sink into the bathtub, imagining for a split second that the white suds covering your breasts might've been something else. He cleared his throat mindfully because for once he wasn't the only one staring. "Well, if Clark behaves we can run out and get you pretty bottle of vodka, how's that sound?" Clark makes a sour expression in the playboy'a direction to which he only gets a billion dollar smile in return.

"You can wear that pretty little dress you like so much too," Clark says as you scrub your legs above the waters surface. "You know it's Bruce's favorite. He tells me all the time,"

Bruce crosses his arm and leans against the bathroom counter, watching, knowing Clark is sifting through his thoughts right now. It was no use fighting. "Alright, Clark." He tried to warn, but his tone was weak and almost submissive. When Bruce got like this, defensive, Clark got shameless. "Do you know why Bruce loves helping you pick your new nail sets, darlin?" You opened your mouth, but the journalist didn't let you contribute. "He likes the look when your hands are wrapped around him," Clark stepped away from you and the bath to join the other by the sink. "He loves how it looks when the pretty designs disappear when you masterbate, don't you, Bruce?" He placed a threatening kiss onto Bruce's lips. You swore you heard him moan into Clark as his hips twitched slightly. You blinked over to your boys, your stomach fluttering at the words you were hearing.

You couldn't wait to put on that little dress. Maybe all you needed was to get a little dressed up. There was such a thick tension. Clark suggested walking to the corner store and getting cheap liquor because believe it or not when he drank for the first time that's what he got. Cheap ass alcohol from the gas station near his parent's house, not like Bruce who had access to carefully crafted and thoughtfully fermented wines. It being cheap adds to the quality, he assured Bruce as he patted his shoulder. Today the two men weren't concerned with the media at all. Bruce knew he'd have to pull some strings to allow you this peaceful day as did the other.

They tried to focus on whatever conversation topic you had taken up but there was a slight breeze, and your dress really was short. You tugged at the skirt of the dress in the back as you walked slightly in front of them. Walking into the corner store it was like watching a little kid in a candy store. The way your face lit up excited them. It was sweet seeing you so alive again. You scanned the aisle and aisle of alcohol as if you really knew what you were looking for. Clark and Bruce stayed behind you the whole time, making soft suggestions but ultimately letting you pick whatever you wanted. When you bent down to search a lower shelf, you bent at the waist. Your ass brushing against Bruce's growing hard on. Disgustingly, he leaned into it. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes widened a bit. Clark's eyes did too. Once you straightened your posture Bruce's bit his lip, slightly ashamed as the journalist chastised him quietly. The billionaires face was almost bright read, his stoic persona lost in is playboy one, he simply didn't know how to act. He wanted you right here even if it was the middle of the store.

he was going to have to order Clark a new bed for sure.

𐔌 . ⋮ bye ty .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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