#alpha!clark kent x beta!reader

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Can you do a Clark Kent, with a mate? Maybe she gets jealous of Lois but doesn’t know why; an to get over him she tries to go out with another guy but Clark is like no. Your mine.

.⋆｡Office Crushes｡⋆.

Alpha!Clark Kent x omega!plus size reader

Little bit of Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

Your best friend has an office crush that seems to be becoming something more, maybe you should get your own office romance but not because you’re jealous- obviously

Warnings: a/b/o, jealousy, mutual pining, idiots in love, little bit of angst, protective!clark, fluff

WC: 3.1k

Minors DNI

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It was quite common for any office to have its workers develop a sort of infatuation with each other. A confined space where you spend upwards of 40 hours a week with the same people, feelings are destined to arise, especially when it’s such a large mixture of alphas, betas and omegas. Hormones tend to go wild.

You were proud that you had never developed an office crush, knowing how disastrous it could be if the relationship ended, but you doubted your best friend could say the same. Clark had a big heart that he always wore on his sleeve and tended to attract a lot of romantic interest from practically everyone in the office. And apparently, Lois Lane was the lucky one who finally caught his eye.

A strange churning in your stomach began as you looked over the wall of your cubicle and spotted Clark leaning on the small kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter as Lois chuckled over her now full cup of coffee. You know you should have seen it from a mile away- they were constantly paired up for articles, their chemistry was unmatched and they were by far the most attractive people in the office. You had even teased Clark on occasion for how often he met up with her after hours for some new lead, calling them dates.

Evidently, you were right. And for some reason, it was really bothering you. You felt physical disgust as Clark bent down to whisper something into the smaller omega’s ear and down right nausea as she placed a hand onto his broad chest to steady herself.

You swallowed down the bitter emotions and forced yourself to return to editing your article though a sour taste remained on your tongue. Maybe it was finally time to get your own office crush and the perfect opportunity had just landed in your inbox.

‘Bruce Wayne Interview- I trust you’ll get this done professionally’. You bit your lip at the offer, not only would an interview with Gotham’s golden boy boost your career, but whenever you had encountered the alpha before, he had always asked you out and you had always brushed him off. It was a win-win for you, and maybe it would stop the inexplicable rage you felt when you looked up and saw the goofy grin on Clark’s face as he sat back down at his desk.

Your nose wrinkled as you caught Lois’s scent clinging to him. Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you quickly sent a response back to your boss, accepting the offer. 

You just needed a distraction and then everything would go back to normal.

——————

The tension in the conference room at the top of Wayne Enterprise was so thick you swore you could cut it with a butter knife. You cleared your throat and tugged down your pencil skirt, over-aware of just how high it sat on your plump thighs as you reclined in one of the many expensive seats in the room. 

Bruce’s eyes flicked down to where your hands were curled into the material of the skirt and then back to your eyes but not before stopping very briefly at your lips. “Mr Wayne-“ You began again, glancing at your notepad. The small talk had gone well as did the customary chit chat about any new scandal he happened to have instigated and the photos of the both of you for the article.

“Bruce please, I think we’re far beyond that now.” He winked and you swore that his tone held a bit of a teasing purr. Your stomach flipped at the blatant attention from the alpha but it quickly dropped as yet another wave of thick, bitter scent filled the room making you cringe away from the other man standing to the side.

Through a series of several unfortunate events, your usual photographer had fallen ill and his stand-in got hired from right under the company and left so the only person that even had the slightest bit of talent with a camera in the office was forced to come with you today for shots of the billionaire. And in the worst stroke of luck, that person happened to be the very man that ‘inspired’ you to take the job in the first place.

Clark shifted on his feet and you barely repressed an eye roll. He had been very vocal in his disapproval of the whole thing given how often the mogul had put the moves on you but none of his arguments had done anything to deter you, instead they only fuelled the fire.

Bruce’s jaw clenched and you watched in fascination as the muscles beneath his skin moved, although they were not nearly as impressive as Clark’s (you would never admit that out loud). “Well Bruce,” He beamed at you, “Wayne Enterprises has just introduced a new product line that promises to ease the severe heats often experienced by omegas, my question for you is, what about this product is so different from all others on the market that promise the same things yet all others have failed?”

The alpha leaned back in his seat, his muscular thighs spreading slightly, instantly drawing your gaze to the thick bulge that was perfectly hugged by the material of his pants. Your eyes immediately flicked back up to him but given the smirk on his lips, Bruce knew exactly what he was doing. 

“I’m actually quite proud of my team for this, they’ve worked tirelessly on development for years and I believe that it really shows. While other products are usually prescribed by doctors in the forms of ointments and perfumes that mimic the scent of an alpha, which almost never work by the way, we have gone in a totally new direction. Instead, omegas can buy these pouches at any pharmacy and when heated, they give off the scent of a pup.” Bruce gestured to the small bags that were barely the size of your palm that sat on the table next to him. They gave the appearance of a miniature version of a microwavable heat pack but he was right, if you concentrated hard enough, you could smell the mixture of milk and flowers that all babies had.

“It is common knowledge that the presence of pups actually help to lessen the effects of a heat whereas the scent of an alpha is far more complex to manufacture and can actually make an omega’s heat worse if they don’t have any other-“ he paused then, his smirk growing as the room seemed to grow smaller, “-tools to help them through it.” You barely suppressed a squeak and quickly ducked your head as if you were checking your notes once more.

You gathered yourself for a moment then spoke again, missing the way that Clark was glaring at the other alpha over your shoulder. “And how affordable are these products?”

“Wayne Enterprises are donating 2 million to women’s shelters throughout Gotham and we plan to sell them for less than $10.” As if anticipating your next question, Bruce licked his lips and continued. “While it is not feasible to gain a profit from such a low price, I would rather give them away to the people that need it but I do have a board that I have to listen to… sometimes.” He winked at you.

Heat crawled up your neck and settled onto your full cheeks. You squeezed your thighs together though you weren’t quite sure if it was because you were attempting to feign arousal or keep him from looking up your skirt. You laid a hand onto your notebook, shutting off your recorder, as you leaned forwards and offered him your other one. “Thank you for being so open to this interview, you have been a hard man to pin down.”

You could feel the way Clark’s body seized as Bruce’s smirk grew and his eyes twinkled deviously. “If it’s by you miss Y/L/N, I would gladly be pinned down any time.” He shook your hand with a firm grip, letting the tips of his fingers brush against your wrist. “For an interview that is.”

He rose to his feet and politely helped you to yours, steadying you with a hand on your waist as you wobbled on your heels. Once he was sure that you were steady, he ducked down and grabbed one of the unopened boxes of Heat Helpers (quite the cheesy name in your opinion) and gave it to you, along with a small piece of cardstock. “Why don’t you take this, a thank you for a great conversation.”

You flipped over the piece of paper to reveal a phone number scrawled on in pen. You gave him a questioning look to which he chuckled. “My number, if you ever want to have a one-on-one with me, with or without the tape recorder.” 

You swallowed thickly and stuttered out some kind of polite response before Clark ushered you out of the room, muttering under his breath about being in a time crunch. You were barely able to catch one last, “Anytime miss Y/L/N” before the heavy door slammed shut and you were quite literally pushed into the awaiting elevator by your friend.

As soon as the doors were shut, you were on him. “What was that all about?” You crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a scrutinising look. Clark refused to make eye contact with you, instead he stared at the elevator doors like he was willing them to open.

“He was flirting with you.” You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall alpha. “And you let him.”

“So what? He’s attractive and available, as am I. It was only natural.” Clark’s shoulders tensed, his grip on his camera tightening until his knuckles turned white. The confined space was now filled with a bitter scent that made your stomach drop and your omega howl in displeasure.

“Why are you so concerned about this, Clark?”

The elevator doors opened with a ping and he quickly walked out. “It’s nothing.” He said and you knew you weren’t going to get anything else out of him until he decided he was done throwing a tantrum.

——————

“So have you called him?” Lois was leaning against the bar next to you, her drink half empty but the flush on her cheeks told you that it wasn’t the first one of the night. 

“Called who?” She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.

“Bruce Wayne! He obviously wants you too, I saw the photos Clark took. He’s fucking—what’s the word— enamoured!” You scoff behind your tumbler of whiskey which you had been nursing since Perry gave it to you an hour ago. The whole office had gathered at the bar down the road for an end-of-workweek drink and against your better judgement, you had decided to join.

Clark had been convinced into joining a game of pool, leaving you without anyone to talk to but it’s not like he would anyway. For some stupid reason, the alpha had been giving you the silent treatment for days and it was really starting to piss you off. You regarded Lois with a look but she was far too tipsy to get it.

“He was just flirting, he does it with everybody.” You dismissed it but she scoffed.

“Then why did he ask Perry for your personal number?” Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. “Clark didn’t tell you?” Evidently, your wide open mouth and lack of a verbal response told her everything she needed to know. Suddenly, Lois was very sober, a serious expression on her face.

“We were in a meeting with Perry the day after the interview and Wayne just strolled in like he fucking owned the place. He said how great you were and that he was hoping to get your number for a follow-up interview sometime soon. Clark said he would handle it, I assumed that he would have talked to you.” Her gaze travelled over to said man. “Shit I guess he didn’t.”

You slammed back the rest of your drink and without any sort of conscious thought, stormed over to the group of men huddled around the pool table. “Where the fuck do you get off Kent?” You snarled. Immediately all of the men seemed to find their phones incredibly interesting.

“I’m sorry?” He asked in that way too polite way he did that really meant ‘what the fuck is the matter with you’ but you were having none of it.

“Why didn’t you tell me Bruce asked for my number?” 

“There’s a lot of Bruces in the world, you’ll have to be more specific.” He dismissed.

Anger flared in your gut. “You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about.” You snarled, making Clark stand up straight and meet your eyes. In the dim light of the bar, his expression was far darker than you had ever seen before as aggravation rolled off of his powerful body in waves. “You had no right to keep something like that from me!”

“I had every right! He was just going to use you and then never talk to you again! I was protecting you!” 

“I didn’t ask you to!” The bar went completely silent as Clark visibly flinched but you were far too upset to care. “You know what, I’m done.” You raised your hands in surrender as you turned and pushed through the stunned crowd, your anger slowly trickling away into sadness.

The night air was like a punch in the gut but it also eased the tenseness in your shoulders. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself not to cry. It wasn’t like you were in love with Bruce, but even if you were, Clark’s blatant disapproval of him and his distrust in your decisions made you feel incredibly small. And it was breaking your heart.

He was your best friend, he was supposed to be supportive if not a little teasing about your choice in men. He was supposed to console you when things went wrong, not say ‘I told you so’. Why did he get to control your love life while you could only sit back and watch him fall in love with someone else?

Your feet carried you further and further from the bar as the urge to sob was quickly becoming overwhelming. “Y/N!” You turned in time to see Clark throw open the door, the light from inside spilling out onto the street as he endeavoured to chase you.

“Leave me alone!” You cried or at least tried to, but then suddenly, the air was knocked from your lungs and you were looking up at the stars.

The shrill screech of a speeding car came from somewhere on your left as bright headlights illuminated the mass of a man above you before the sound was in the distance and darkness folded over you both. His weight kept you pinned to the slightly damp grass and you had the vague thought that you must be in a park of some kind, even though just a second ago you were standing on a sidewalk- or was it the street?

“Are you okay?” That was Clark’s voice but he had been so far away from you. “Omega?” He sounded distressed and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.

“Say something!” His huge hands were planted by your head and it was only when one of them cupped your cheek did you find your voice again.

“Clark?” His whole body sagged with relief and he let his forehead rest against yours.

“Thank god. I thought I didn’t get to you in time. The car came out of nowhere and you were so close.” You turned your head away from him, your eyes focusing on the bar… that was across the street… a block away. The glint of something in the grass catches your attention, Clark’s glasses. 

He looked so different without them and all your confused mind could think was just how blue his eyes were when they were unobscured by the glass. 

His button up shirt which was normally so perfectly done up was unbuttoned, exposing the tight material of something navy beneath. “What?” But you couldn’t get out anymore, not when he shifted his weight, exposing even more of what was covered by his shirt and you were stunned into silence.

The red ’S’ practically glowed as realisation dawned into you. His brows scrunched in confusion, following your gaze. “I- I can explain.” Your head spun as he yanked you to your feet, though his hands never left your skin like he needed the reassurance that you were still there.

“I was going to tell you but then I realised how much danger it would put you in and if you were hurt in any way because of me, I couldn’t even stand the thought. And then we had known each other for months and Lois said you would feel betrayed so I kept it a secret-“ You placed an open palm onto his chest, stopping him in his tracks. His mouth snapped shut with a click.

“Is this why you were acting so weird about Bruce? You thought he would hurt me because of you?” Your voice wobbled with emotions as your nails dug into his warm peck. 

Clark’s growl was shocking in its intensity. The vibrations shot up your arm as the ground shook beneath your feet with its power. “No, he would never even dare to fucking touch you. He knows who you belong to.” Your heart skipped a beat, this possessiveness was nothing you had ever seen from the soft-spoken reporter before. You knew that you should find it disgusting considering how he had been treating you but instead your veins filled with warmth.

“And who is it that I belong to? There’s no claiming mark on my neck.” His grip on your hips tightened which should have been a warning but the anger was quickly returning now that the foggy haze of danger had passed. “If I can remember correctly, you’ve been courting Lois, not me.”

“I’ve been asking her for advice on how to ask you out!” He said, exasperated. “I just couldn't find the perfect time to do it.”

“You’re an idiot.” You retorted before grabbing his black curls in a tight grip and yanking his mouth to yours. His body tensed but then quickly melted into you, groaning against your lips. 

Maybe you did have an office crush but it’s not like you’d actually admit it.

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Between Two Gods: 2-Caving in

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Paring: Alpha!Thor Odinson x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Clark Kent

Summary: You finally cave in and decide to have pups

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, a very small bit of angst and talk about sexual themes. A/B/O

Word Count: 1,3k

You grunt, annoyed with the lack of pillows you seem to normally have on your bed. You came home after a long hard day, everything you’d been working on at work seemed to just be falling apart. You placed one simple task in the arms of a new intern and somehow, he managed to fuck it up entirely.  

He deleted one of your most important files on your computer, ‘by accident’ he claimed. You have the suspicion that he was a bit salty about working for a girl, or rather a girl omega. Wanting you to get fired so that he can take your job. To be honest you are thinking about it.  

Yes, you’ve always been hardworking and independent. You didn’t come from much and didn’t mind it either. Though you worked yourself to the bone, who said you enjoyed it? No, you did this all to ensure a good future for yourself. That was of course, assuming you would never find your mate.  

But you did, you found not one but two mates. Not any two mates either, two gods. One, a prince of not only the realm you live in but eight others. The second, a worldwide known journalist. Both superheroes with billionaires behind them, money was no problem.  

They made that quite well-known too.  One of them would leave their card at home, usually Thor since he’s not usually on earth during the day. Clark’s been ready for pups since the day he met you, even more so when you two met Thor. His presence made Clark itch to impregnate you with his Alpha. To raise pups with his Alpha and his Omega. It wasn’t much different for Thor.  

You, however, stayed strong that you love your job. That it is your life, that you couldn’t possibly just give everything up for pups. That you’ve work so hard to get where you are now and aren’t ready to be a mom yet. But to be honest, you’re lying to yourself. They’ve been trying to convince you of pups and you’ve kept on refusing.  

Now, though, you’re caving. And there not even here to see it! You stand up, grabbing all the pillows Clark had bought, for your heat, and throw it all on the bed. You’re not in your heat, it ended more than a week ago. They tend to be short due to the fact of the pure strength of your Alpha’s.

No, you need to nest. No, you need Clark and Thor to be here and surround you with their smell. To hold you and swear that they’ll make that stupid Beta pay. But you came home early after that experience, and they tend to work late. All you have is their clothes and their pillows, even their spare capes surround you in the bed.  

You’re bundled up and just sigh. Your walls are falling, and you miss your roots. The small, secluded town where everyone knows everyone. They were all rooting for you, and it broke your heart when your only parent passed. You haven’t seen your brothers in years, and you miss it. This big city isn’t for you.  

Clark would talk all the time of his childhood on the farm, the woods nearby his house and the community he was raised in. Thor too would tell of his glorious tales of playing in the woods by his castle, with his brother. You want that, you want many pups with a huge yard and woods and farms to play on and grow up in.  

You’re so engrossed in these fantasies of far away and being in and out of sleep that you don’t even hear Superman enter your apartment. You do notice when you feel his weight on you. When he you feel him wrap his heavy arms and legs around your body. He lays in silence, feeling the wave of confusing emotions coming from you.  

And when Thor comes home, he does the same as his Alpha. Finally, you’re surrounded by them and only them. “My princes, what’s the matter?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. His nose buried deep in your neck with Clark on the other side.  

You fight against the sobs. “I want to move.” Your words lack to hold the pure number of emotions or true intentions. Clark and Thor give each other a look, both of their brows furrowed. “Of course, my love. Where to?” Clark replies, wanting to do anything to keep your tears from falling. It fails, dramatically, you’re not even sure why you’re so emotional.  

The lie you’ve been telling yourself is finally caving in. The boys, however, just didn’t know it would lead to such tears. “No, you don’t get it!” You bite your lip, trying to get to hold back your cries. Thor’s omega is breaking down and he decides to take over.  

He sits up straight and pulls you into his lap. “We can tell our princess is upset but we can’t do anything about us until you tell us what’s wrong. That means no yelling, omega.” There is the slightest tone of his Alpha voice, and it has you calmed down just as quick.  

Clark wipes off your tears and peppers kisses all over. “I want pups.” The words spew from your mouth and just as quick you’re surrounded by them again. They’re both ecstatic, a shit-eating grin on both of their faces. Their lips meet your body everywhere, but you’re quick to stop it.  

“But, I’m so scared,” again the tears form in your eyes. Clark wraps his arms around your waist and you lean your back into him. “Whatever for?” The Kryptonian questions, his neck deep into his mark on your neck. “We promise to be careful~” Thor finishes his mate’s sentence. Again, you shake your head, your omega instincts taking over and wanting to get to knotting as soon as possible.

“Everything is going to change. I don’t know where were going to raise them, because they might just be the new generation of Kryptonians but they might also be the new royalty of Asgard. I haven’t even met Odin. Not to mention, you both are huge! Clark, your mother told me you were 10 pounds when they found you, how is that going to fit out of me? And you Thor, I can only imagine!”  

They can tell the anxiety is flowing out of you. Thor lets out one of his iconic laughs, which forces you to freeze. “This is no laughing matter.” You cross your arms and pout. “We will have the best healers in Asgard. The pups will spend their vacations on Asgard, and they can choose who they want to be. Of course, we will have to have pups until one of them wants to be heir.” Thor mutters the last bit to himself.  

“Our Alpha is right; we will do everything to make sure you are safe.” Clark clarifies Thor’s rambles a bit easier for your tired brain to understand. A sigh of relief comes over you, and you nod. Realising that you don’t need to worry about yourself anymore. That your mates will take care of you.  

“Do you feel better?” Clark asks, hearing your heartbeat calm down. “Much. I don’t want to work anymore, I’m sick of it.” You sigh, placing your head on Thor’s shoulder. “Good, why don’t we get to work then.” He winks to Clark while placing you down on your back on the bed.  

You giggle at his words. “Thor, I need to be in heat for it to work.” He chuckles at your reply. “You’re stuck between two gods, my love. I’m sure something will stick.”  

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PROMPTS:

AUs:

High School: batarella (Tim Drake)

College: internalsealpanic (Damian Wayne)

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Fairytale: howlingwolfqueen (Bruce Wayne), sailorsophiee (Bruce Wayne)

Mythology: jia-ren7 (Dick Grayson)

Coffee Shop: internalsealpanic (Dick Grayson)

Flower Shop: sailorsophiee (Bruce Wayne)

Tattoo Shop 

Soulmate

Historical: littleredwing89 (Slade Wilson and Jason Todd)

Hanahaki: butterysalt (Steve Rogers)

Supernatural/Paranormal 

Neighbors: unmotivatedwrit3r (Jason Todd)

Scenarios: 

Enemies to lovers: brightjimini (Jason Todd)

Friends to lovers: magicalbeanie (Duke Thomas)

Lovers to enemies

Accidental love confession: foenixphire (Jason Todd)

Fake Dating: pricetagofficial (Duke Thomas)

Masquerade ball: brightjimini (Jason Todd)

Secret lovers 

Opposites attract 

Dating App

Character A dying in Character B’s arms

Prank War: pricetagoffical (Kon)

Phone Swap

Quotes:

“Behave.”  “*Innocently* I always behave.”: internalsealpanic (Clark Kent) 

“I’m only doing that when Hell freezes over.”

“Go to hell!”  “Already been, it was too hot.”

“Make me.” 

“Get in the blanket fort *insert character here*!  We’re reliving our childhood tonight.”: foenixphire (Jason Todd)

“Did you kill someone?!”  “Not intentionally....”: bamboozled-corvid (Damian Wayne)

“Give me five minutes to come up with a good excuse to get us out of this.”

“You’re going to give me grey hair if you keep this up.”

“I swear to all that is good and pure in this world if you wake me up this early again they will never find your body.”

“It’s just a little bullet wound.” “Little bullet wound?! You’re bleeding out on my couch!”: pricetagofficial (Roy Harper)

“Give me one good reason why I should trust you?”  “Because I have never lied to you.”: butterysalt (Bucky Barnes)

“I’m in love with an idiot.”: jia-ren7 (Dick Grayson)

Songs:

Mayores ~ Becky G (Explicit, 18+)

Butter ~ BTS

OHMAMI ~ Chase Atlantic (Explicit, 18+)

La Vie En Rose ~ Edith Piaf: bamboozled-corvid (Damian Wayne)

Unthinkable ~ Cloudy June (Explicit 18+)

What a Man Gotta Do? ~ Jonas Brothers

Middle of the Night ~ Monsta X

Never Enough ~ Loren Allred

Float ~ Eric Nam

Nerves ~ DPR Ian

Voulez Vous ~ Mamma Mia! Cast Version

We Belong ~ Dove Cameron (Explicit 18+)

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41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.”, Clark Kent, 2: Friends to lovers,alpha Clark and beta reader please🥺🥺

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Changes, Time to Face the Strange

Alpha!Clark Kent x beta?reader

Time may change me, but you can’t change time.

Warnings: slight co-dependency, mentions of chronic illness and painful ovulation, smut, surprises, little bit of angst but not really, references to sex toys, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex while ovulating + cream-pie = recipe for disaster but we love it, claiming, knotting

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Title is from the David Bowie song “Changes”

A/N 2: I kind of switched up the request a bit, I hope you don’t mind!

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41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” 2: Friends to lovers 2: A/B/O

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Scents were always terribly overwhelming for Clark. The constant stream of natural perfume from the thousands of omegas and other alphas in the city gave Clark debilitating headaches if he didn’t force himself to ‘cleanse his pallet’ so to speak. That’s where his best friend came in.

You. The beta next door that had moved with him to Metropolis from Kansas. The pair of you were inseparable since you met in day care. Always holding hands, joined at the hip, you did everything together, barely able to stand being apart for more than a few hours. More times than she could count, Martha had found you in Clark’s bed or received a call from your parents that he was in yours.

And when his powers started showing up, you stood by him, supported him through it all. Everyone in your town expected you to be mates, the way you loved each other unconditionally, how seamlessly you fit into each other’s lives, like it was meant to be. But when Clark presented as an alpha, getting his first rut in the middle of your homecoming dance (you were of course his date), and you continued on without a heat or a rut, you knew it was too good to be true that you could so easily find your one true love.

Admittedly, both of you were heartbroken. You knew, deep in your hearts, that you were soulmates. Even if your biologies weren’t compatible, it didn’t stop you from being the closest of friends. You bought an apartment right across the hall from him, barely used since you spent most nights in his place anyway.

You respected each other’s relationships, but they never lasted long. Too much jealousy from the partners but you both weren’t willing to give up your friendship for anyone. So, you settled with being single the rest of your lives just so you could have each other.

Clark’s senses felt muddled and overwhelmed from the day. As he climbed up the last flight of stairs in his apartment building, he made a b-line straight for your door, shoving his key (it had the superman symbol on it) into the lock and barging straight in. Immediately, the pounding behind his eyes dulled as the artificial scent of your apartment overcame him. It was a mixture of clean laundry and freshly baked cookies, which you always had in a novelty batman cookie jar on your counter.

It was comforting. The lack of pheromones soothed him, his shoulders slumping as the stress of the day was washed away. “Bunny? You home?” He already knew you were but he was trying to be polite. “In here.” Came a weak call from the bathroom. He slipped off his suit coat, leaving it and his satchel bag on the kitchen counter.

The door to your small ensuite was open wide and he could clearly see you laying in the tub, steam rising from the full bath. The wet washcloth over your eyes and the very full glass of red wine in your grasp could only mean one thing. “Cramps flaring up again?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

Kneeling down on the tile floor, Clark rested his arms on the porcelain, studying your face. His blue eyes flicked down to your body which was covered by the thick layer of foam you always used. He could see just a hint of your soft curves through breaks in the bubbles. Sometimes he couldn’t believe you were a beta. With thick thighs and hips, as well as a plump belly and wide waist, you had the body of an ideal omega, just the same as he was considered the ideal alpha.

You nodded, downing the alcohol before answering. “Yeah, they started coming on earlier today. I had to leave work early. But at least it isn’t as bad as the ones I get on my period.” 

His eyebrows scrunched together. “Why didn’t you call me?” You sighed, pulling the washcloth from your eyes, which were puffy. You had obviously been crying from the pain. You were diagnosed with an unknown chronic illness when you were 15. The agony you experienced twice a month broke his heart, you tended to hole yourself up, not moving, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your gut. 

“You had that big interview with Bruce Wayne today, I didn’t want to distract you.” You placed the glass down by his feet in favour of cupping his chilled jaw, already feeling his 5 o’clock shadow. “Yeah right,” He rolled his eyes, “You just didn’t want to be a ‘burden’” He lifted his hands, making finger quotes, which caused you to giggle.

“I’m alright bubs, I just needed a hot bath and some wine. And take out?” Your thumb rubbed the apple of his cheek. “I guess you want me to go pick some up huh?” “I mean, you are the one who can fly.” He chuckled, kissing your fingers. He grabbed your glass as he stood back up, his knees popping.

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

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With a full belly and your comfort movie playing on the television, you felt that you could finally relax. Clark had literally turned you into a burrito, completely bundling you up in the fluffiest blanket he could find and placing you between his legs on the couch so you could lean into his strong chest and his hands placed on your big stomach, applying steady pressure exactly where you needed it.

His nose was buried in your neck, inhaling what he referred to as your ‘non-scent’. Since he presented, Clark loved to tell you about all the scents people had. But he always said that yours was his favourite. He described it as a summer breeze. Clean and refreshing that immediately calmed him down and soothed his nerves. 

You doubted that he could smell anything since betas don’t have a scent but you indulged him anyway. You sighed as the pain finally let up. It was in moments like these that you let yourself pretend for a minute, that you could actually be mates, that he could love you in a way that only an alpha could love an omega. You felt cursed and let down by your body.

Clark must’ve sensed your spiraling thoughts (you had a sneaking suspicion that Kryptonians were telepathic but he would constantly deny it) because he kissed the soft skin of your neck and raised his head. “Penny for your thoughts?” You just shrugged. He didn’t like that.

“Come on, teeeeellllllllll meeeeeeee.” He whined shaking you in your blanket prison. “Clark! It’s nothing!” You giggled spinning in his grasp slightly so you could look into his bright blue eyes. “Why don’t I believe you~” He sing songed, squeezing your sides tightly. Snuggling back into his chest, you took a deep breath.

“I wish I was an omega sometimes, y’a know.” You muttered, wiggling a hand out of the blanket to play with the buttons on his shirt. “Why bunny?” You knew Clark could hear the loud thumps of your heart. He looked down at you with such concern and love that it made your chest ache. “Cause then we could be together.” It came out as a whisper, a secret you had held on to for so long. A confession that had been eating away at you since the moment he presented.

Cupping your cheek, he kissed the tip of your nose, his thin lips warm, if not slightly chapped against your skin. “Why don’t we try?” Your teary eyes looked up at him, wide with shock. “B-but what about your ruts? A-and if an omega comes along and you-“ You were cut off by a fierce kiss that knocked the breath from your lungs.

With a quick move, Clark was now above you, his hands planted on the cushion behind your head. The blanket had been pulled away from your body so he could nestle his hips between your thick thighs. His lips devoured yours as his tongue snaked into your mouth. You moaned into him as he put more of his weight onto you, pushing his hips forward. You could feel the heat coming from him, you were burning for him, just the same as he burned for you.

You had kissed Clark before, when you were both 12 and wondering what it would be like. But it was nothing like this. Lust and desire poured from him as he grinded his aching cock against your covered pussy, his tongue battling for dominance against yours. Your lungs screamed for air but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the alpha, not when you were finally getting what you always wanted. 

Propping himself on his forearms, he dragged his head up, capturing your bottom lip in his pearly whites, biting down just hard enough to send a shiver of pleasured pain down your spine. His azure eyes were now black with lust, his chest heaving, even if he didn’t necessarily need to breathe. “You have been all I wanted. My ruts don’t matter, I’ve used toys practically all my life. And I’ll keep doing it if it means that I can have you.” He nuzzled his nose onto your own.

“But I can’t satisfy you like an omega can.” “But I love you, not some omega. We are soulmates and we can make this work. I promise.” You wanted to protest more, terrified of getting hurt but the way that Clark was now kissing up your neck combined with your usual horniness from ovulating, your body was thrumming with anticipation and need. He nipped your earlobe before whispering. “I love you, so much Bunny.”

You snapped.

Your ankles locked around his taut ass, pushing him into you as you rolled your hips up. “Take me to bed.” You whimpered, hands running up his muscular back. Clark groaned into your neck. “As you wish.”

Pulling you into his arms, he strode across the apartment with purpose, maybe using a bit of super speed. But who could blame him, the most beautiful girl in the world had just asked him to take her to bed while grinding on his cock. He shivered as you lathered his throat with kisses and bites, like you were trying to mark him. And he fucking loved it.

Your hands buried in his black hair, tugging on it with all your might but he only felt a slight burn in his scalp that made him throb in his work pants. You bounced on the bed as Clark threw you down. He lost no time, pulling off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, his pants quickly following. Trying to keep up, you yanked your top up and threw it over the side of the bed, leaving you in your baby blue panties. Your hands slid down your body, fingers slipping under the seam of your underwear. And while maintaining eye contact with the powerful alpha at the end of the bed, you pulled them down your shapely legs. 

Scrunching them up, you threw the damp fabric at him. He caught the panties with ease, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck.” He growled and then he pounced.

You were suddenly pinned to the mattress, strong arms wrapping around your thick waist and his head buried between your thighs. “Claaaark!” You moaned, attempting to buck your hips. His grip tightened just enough to keep you in place as he took a long lick up your slit, swallowing your juices. 

“I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.” He groaned into you, desperately feasting on your pussy. His nose pushed perfectly into your clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. This was better than anything you had ever felt before. 

Better than any fumble in the dark with your high school boyfriend. Better than those moments alone with a vibrator. Your mind was going blank with pleasure. Your hands flew to his curls, pulling him closer to your core as the tension in your tummy grew. Your back arched upwards as a thick finger breached you, crooking perfectly to brush against your g-spot.

“o-oh my god! Oh my god!” You screamed, thighs clamping down on Clark’s head, another finger entering you. “That’s my girl. My good girl.” He moaned, voice muffled against your flesh. He sucked your clit into his hot mouth, winding you tighter and tighter. You thrashed in his grip, messing up the sheets below you as you were frantically driven higher. “‘M gonna cum!”

“Cum for me bunny. Please.” He pleaded. “Clark!” Your legs locked around his neck as you froze, the knot in your belly snapping. He milked your orgasm, fingers thrusting in and out of you as he continued to suckle on your bundle of nerves. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, it was too much and not enough all at once.

As the burn of overstimulation began to thrum within you, the alpha pulled away, face covered in your release, his gorgeous blue eyes dangerously dark. He licked his fingers clean, slurping up your cum like it was some rare delicacy. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” Your head fell back and you hid your face in your hands. “Claaaark, you can’t say stuff like that!” 

Loosely grabbing your wrists, he pulled your hands away from your face. “Well it’s true.” He smirked, dipping down to kiss you again. Your arms wound around his neck, pulling at the little curls on the back of his skull. His hands skirted down your curves, holding your wide hips tightly, grinding himself into you as the kiss began to heat up.

“Can I make love to you now?” He whispered against your lips like he was waiting for you to say no. “Yes.” You whimpered, heat building up in your belly once more. Without breaking the kiss, Clark dragged down his boxers just enough to free his aching cock. His left hand flew down to his length, squeezing the base tightly, where his knot was already beginning to form, to stave off his release. It was too much for him. You were finally underneath him, completely naked, begging for him to fuck you, the taste of your cunt still lingering on his tongue.

Rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down your slit, he coats himself in your juices. “You sure?” He asks. “Yes please, I need you so bad.” With one last peck to your swollen lips, he pushes in.

“Oh oh fuck.” He groaned, head dropping to the crook of your neck as he steadily fed you his cock. You were stretched beyond belief but he kept going. No sounds escaped you and by the time his knot was firmly pressed against your already full pussy, your eyes had rolled to the back of your skull and your jaw was hanging open, ragged breaths bubbling up from your throat.

Your nails scraped down his back as your legs crossed around his ass, keeping his firm body pinned tightly to your soft one. “Don’t know if I’m going to last, you’re so fucking tight.” His thrusts were soft, like he was terrified of breaking you. Growls rumbled in his chest as he rolled his hips down into you, his lesser desperate to mark you as his, even if it wasn’t possible.

“I love you. God I love you so much. You’re the reason I get up every day. The reason I keep going. I’ve loved you for so long I don’t know what it’s like to not love you, and I never want to know.” He murmured in your ear as his cock delicately pushed against your cervix, making you shiver with ecstasy. The ridge of his tip rubbed against your g-spot with every thrust.

Your teeth clamped down on the slightly raised skin of his scent gland. His hips stuttered. “D-do that again. Harder.” You complied, biting down as hard as possible, knowing there’s no way you could ever physically hurt him. His cock throbbed within you, sending you even higher. His pelvic bone ground into your clit as he moved. 

Your entire body was on fire, your nerves alight with pleasure as his pace sped up, both of you desperate for your ends. With his chest pressed tightly against your own, there wasn’t a centimeter of space between you.

A whine of “Alpha” slipped from your throat and Clark lost all control. He slammed forward and your vision went dark. The headboard slammed into the wall, Clark’s hands tearing your sheets apart as he gripped them. “Omega.” He growled but you couldn’t hear him over the sound of blood rushing through your ears. You were hurtling towards the edge of a giant cliff, both terrified and thrilled for the fall.

The slapping of skin and Clark’s almost feral growls push you further and further up. And then, without any warning, you fall. The band inside you snapped and you screamed. “Alpha!”

A searing pain ripped through your neck but it only served to have another wave of pleasure crash down on you. Your back arched as much as possible beneath the larger man and with one last forceful thrust, he was buried completely inside of you, his knot fully expanded. Clark threw his head back and howled, following you over the edge, his cum practically burning you from the inside as he filled you up with his seed. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of blood coating his mouth, your hand shooting up to your throat, where a large circular wound now lay. “Clark, what did you do?” His eyes finally fluttered open, still hazy from coming down from his high. “Oh god. I-I claimed you.” He delicately touched the torn skin. “I’m so sorry, I think I lost control.” You sat up on your elbows. “But I can’t be claimed. It’s impossible.”

“Ok ok. We’ll figure this out. Let’s start by cleaning you up.” As he tried to pull away, you winced in pain. “No.” You muttered, eyes dropping to your crotch. Clark’s face paled and looked down. You were tied together, his knot plugging you up. “Ok well that’s even more impossible.”

Suddenly, your head shot up. “You called me omega.” “You called me alpha.” He retorted. “That’s not the point. I’m a beta dumbass.” You slapped his hairy peck and tried to pull yourself up even more. Clark wrapped an arm around your plump waist and flipped you so he could sit against the headboard as you straddled him.

“This is impossible right?” You asked, hands planted firmly on his chest. “Yeah but it could be possible that it isn’t.” Your head tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” “What if everyone thought you were a beta because your heats were not very powerful and your scent was soft. I mean, you started getting those really bad cramps when you started puberty right?” You nodded.

“And you always get really really clingy around this time of month and your scent gets stronger.” “I don’t have a-“ He cuts you off. “You do, I promise you do. Maybe I’m the only one that can smell it because I’m not human.” His thumb rubs the middle of the bite on your shoulder. “And I don’t know about you, but this feels like a scent gland.”

Carefully prodding the tender skin, you felt it, the slightly raised peak of a scent gland. It was small, a lot smaller than a normal omega’s would be, but it was there all the same. “Holy hell.” You felt like your world had done a complete 180. “We always knew we were soulmates so what if your scent and heats were less powerful so that my senses wouldn’t get overwhelmed when we were together.”

“That would explain why I get those cramps for a week every month.” You realised. “I’m an omega!” You squirmed with happiness, embracing your mate tightly as tears of joy streamed from your eyes. Clark chuckled and kissed your head before cupping your cheek so your eyes could meet. “But beta, omega, even alpha. I don’t care about any of that. I love you.” “I love you too.”

The room was bathed in orange light as the sun began to set. “Can we stay like this for a while?” You felt his knot fade but you couldn’t stand the thought of being empty again. He just held you tighter and whispered. “As you wish.”

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I’ve hit 1.5K!  Thank you to everyone who follows me and likes and reblogs my stories.  It brings me immense happiness that my stories bring you some sort of comfort or joy.  I honestly never thought I’d make it to this many followers and I’m grateful for every one of you.

So I’m going to list the rules and prompts you can choose from below.  Have fun!

Rules:

This will run for a week starting today (April 18th) and ending (April 25th at 11:59 PM).  If the prompts fill up before the end date then I will close the requests and announce that it’s over.

I will list prompts below and if you would like to elaborate on what you want (say it’s a soulmate AU you want, specify if there’s a specific type of soulmate trope you want written about like matching tattoos, timers, ect.)

Please specify the gender of the reader if none is specified then it will be left gender neutral.

No smut, sexual abuse, rape, drug use, heavy topics

I will allow three characters per prompt.  There will be no repeat characters per one prompt.  Let’s say I get two requests for a Bucky Barnes soulmate AU, I will do the first request that I get.

If I am overloaded with one character (like I did with Damian one weekend) I won’t be taking anymore prompts for that character.  I’m sorry but it’s not fun for me if I have to write for the same character over and over again during events like this.

You can choose two prompts, whether you want those two prompts used in the same story (like an AU prompt with a quote prompt) or if you want two separate stories.  If you are requesting separate stories you have to choose two different characters.  You can’t say you want a Steve Rogers with a High School AU and a story with one of the quote prompts.  It would have to be Steve Rogers High School AU and Thor with a quote prompt.

Anons are welcome

If you have questions please feel free to ask me and I will specify anything you need.

You may also request a prompt with one of my existing stories, like my Alpha/Beta/Omega story with Jason Todd “With All My Love” or my Mom!Carol x Mom!Reader story “Adventures of Motherhood”

Requests will be done in order and I can refuse a request if I am not comfortable with it.

Wanda Maximoff requests are now CLOSED

Tim Drake requests are now CLOSED

Jason Todd Requests are now CLOSED

Damian Wayne Requests are now CLOSED

Dick Grayson requests are now CLOSED

Prompts:

AUs:

High School (Wanda Maximoff, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

College (Wanda Maximoff, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne) *CLOSED*

Coffee Shop (Wanda Maximoff)

Alpha/Beta/Omega (Damian Wayne)

Tattoo Shop/Flower Shop (Wanda Maximoff, Loki)

Fairytale (Damian Wayne)

Mythology (Please specify which mythological retelling you would like) (Natasha Romanoff, Diana Prince, Jason Todd)

Soulmate (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Danvers, Dick Grayson) *CLOSED*

Parent

Neighbors (Clark Kent, Dick Grayson)

Supernatural/Paranormal (Jason Todd, Bucky Barnes)

Hanahaki (Jason Todd, Clark Kent, Dick Grayson)

Historical (please specify what time period) (Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne)

Quotes:

“I blame you for this.”  “Me?!” “Yes, this was your dumb idea.” (Wanda Maximoff)

“Go on vacation they said.  It’ll be fun they said.  So tell me how is us on a stakeout supposed to be fun?” (Sam Wilson)

“Boy meets girl, girl hates boy’s guts.  It’s a tale as old as time really.” (Damian Wayne, Tim Drake)

“Why can’t someone nice just fall out of the sky and into my life for once?” *insert character here falling into the reader’s life... literally* (Bucky Barnes, Clark Kent)

“I never loved you.” (Jason Todd)

“Here to kill me, my love?” (Dick Grayson)

“It’s just a little bullet wound.” “Little bullet wound?! You’re bleeding out on my couch!” (Wanda Maximoff, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne)

“Uh-uh! Don't you think about running off doing no derrin'-do. We've been planning this dinner for two months!” “Babe did you just quote The Incredibles?” “Maybe, maybe not.” (Dick Grayson, Joaquin Torres)

“I need to feel better so we’re gonna binge watch Disney movies and sing along like the children we are.” (Jason Todd)

“You had one job.” “But-“ “One job!” (Carol Danvers, Bucky Barnes)

Scenarios:

Accidental love confession (Wanda Maximoff, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne) *CLOSED*

Haunted house (Jason Todd)

Pen pals (Dick Grayson)

Enemies to lovers (Wanda Maximoff, Dick Grayson, Kara Danvers, Tim Drake) *CLOSED*

Friends to lovers (Wanda Maximoff, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson) *CLOSED*

Adopting a pet (Thor, Pietro Maximoff, Dick Grayson)

Masquerade ball (Damian Wayne)

Secret romance (Damian Wayne, Tim Drake)

We keep running into one another and I think the universe is trying to tell us something (Pietro Maximoff, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Wanda Maximoff) *CLOSED*

Opposites attract  (Wanda Maximoff)

Songs:

Tears of Gold by Faouzia (Jason Todd, Tim Drake)

Your Side of the Bed by Loote feat. Eric Nam (Damian Wayne)

What Lovers Do by Maroon 5 ft. SZA (Tim Drake)

Insomnia by Ashley Tisdale 

Sucker by The Jonas Brothers (Tim Drake, Damian Wayne)

Pull Me Deep by Logan Henderson (Damian Wayne)

Craving You by Thomas Rhett ft. Maren Morris (Steve Rogers)

God is a woman by Ariana Grande (Tim Drake)

Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya (Jason Todd) 

Rumors by Adam Lambert feat. Tove Lo (Damian Wayne)

Beautiful to Me by Olly Murs