#clark kent a/b/o

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

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

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

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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I love the hc of Damian being an alpha and trying to protect Bruce from other alphas. I just want to see him try to act tough against Clark. Clark would hold him by the scruff, arms length away, while Damian hisses and spits at him like a feral kitten.

Bruce: “why would I need to be protected against Clark?”

Damian, dangling from Clark’s fist: “LOOK AT WHAT HE’S DONE, FATHER!!”

Bruce: “Damian…”

Damian:

Bruce:

Clark:

Bruce:

Clark: “….when should I put him down?”

[suzukiblu]

Excerpt from an omegaverse Superfam fic featuring omega!Clark and nursing in pack dynamics, a low-key canon-smash with the Reign of the Supermen movie, and alllll of Kon's self-esteem issues.

Also, a read-more for length.

Clark is in the living room nest with Jon, curled up in the corner of the room with his overshirt unbuttoned and his undershirt pulled up to let Jon nurse while he cradles him in his arms. He's ten now, and Clark knows he's only got a few more years of this at best before Jon goes down the same path every pup does and decides he's too old to nurse from his dam on the regular anymore.

Fortunately, he hasn't decided that yet.

Unfortunately . . .

The front door of the apartment opens and Kon walks in. Clark glances towards him and gives him a reflexive smile. Jon is too distracted nursing to pay attention to anything else; he gets a bit hyper-focused that way, usually.

"Welcome home," Clark greets with cautious optimism, and Kon immediately stiffens.

Kon's . . . maybe twelve or thirteen, physiologically, but not all that much bigger than Jon. Really, not any bigger at all–strangers tend to assume that they're littermates. He's a skinny kid, especially for one with Kryptonian genes who's living under a yellow sun, and just the sight of him standing there in his battered jeans and cheap flannel and the too-loose leather jacket he found in some random downtown thrift shop makes Clark want to feed him up 'til he gains at least a good two pants sizes.

And Kon will eat anything he cooks–even anything Lois cooks, no matter how badly it came out this time–but . . .

Jon huffs out a little milk-scented breath against Clark's chest and shifts in his lap, readjusting to get more comfortable before latching on again to resume nursing.

Kon gets a weird, near-pained expression on his face and just for a second looks like he's going to be sick. Then he beelines for his room without a word.

Clark feels a little nauseous himself, and barely represses a wince. That's the third time this week, so . . .

Well, it's pretty safe to say something about the scent of his milk is putting Kon off. Every time Clark's seen the kid catching it, he's immediately made an excuse to get out of the room. Usually a bad excuse that was very clearly just the first thing he'd thought to blurt out.

Clark doesn't even know if Lex ever gave Kon milk. He doubts he nursed him himself, for a whole lot of very obvious reasons but also the fact that Clark's just never once smelled even the slightest trace of milk on Lex, but if he even provided any kind of formula or a wet nurse or just . . . anything, really? Well, who even knows?

He could ask Kon, obviously, except Kon gets visibly anxious and agitated whenever nursing comes up in even the vaguest terms. Which is understandable, if just the scent of Clark's milk is putting him off enough that he has to keep leaving the room over it. The kid so clearly still thinks they're going to get rid of him at the first given opportunity, and there's no way that he wants to address the elephant in the room that is how very badly he wants away from something that a pup and dam with a more typical relationship would do together all the time–would've been doing together for years.

Kon hasn't even been alive for a year, physiology and education aside.

Clark doesn't know how to tell the kid that he doesn't care if he doesn't want to nurse from him. That it doesn't matter; that it's not a big deal or any kind of a problem.

Mostly because it'd be a lie.

He doesn't love Kon any less. He doesn't begrudge his behavior or hold the very blatant rejection against him. It's not Kon's fault, especially after getting grown in a cloning tube and "raised" by someone like Lex Luthor.

But Clark's still an omega, and one of his pups is still rejecting his milk. And not because he thinks he's too grown-up for it or anything like that, but because it very literally repulses him. So Kon has never even once nursed from Clark; has never even tried to.

So it's not Kon's fault, and Kon isn't doing anything wrong, but Clark still feels, well . . .

Rejected.

The polite thing to do is probably to just keep ignoring it and keep letting Kon avoid the discussion that he so clearly doesn't feel safe or secure enough to have. Clark's tried to broach the subject exactly twice, doing his best to be delicate about the whole thing.

He has very literally seen Kon flee a murderous cyborg slower than he fled those attempted conversations.

Jon drinks his fill and then falls asleep curled up in Clark's lap, which is normal. Jon always gets sleepy when he nurses. Clark fixes his undershirt and tries not to think too much about the fact that he has no idea how Kon gets when he nurses.

Kon might not even know how he'd get, if he had a dam whose milk actually appealed to him. It's entirely possible the kid really never has nursed. Or maybe, well . . .

Clark has the unfair and ugly thought that maybe Lex did nurse Kon at some point, and therefore the reason that Kon doesn't like the scent of his milk is because it's different from Lex's. The thought that maybe every time that Clark looks at the kid and has to resist a let-down reflex, Kon's craving someone else's milk.

Specifically, a "someone else" like Lex Luthor.

And Clark is Superman, and tries to be the best person that he can figure out how to be, and desperately tries not to resent that possibility.

But he's also still an omega. Still a mother. Still . . .

The front door opens again and Lois walks in, and her intensely spicy alpha scent immediately fills up the whole apartment. It's a bit of a relief, since hopefully it'll mean Kon coming back out of his room sooner. Lois's pheromones are one of the few things Clark's encountered that can overpower the scent of an omega's milk without even trying, even to his own enhanced senses.

He never realized that was going to be necessary one day, but he's grateful for it all the same.

"How'd the interview go?" he asks.

"Terribly but illuminatingly," Lois replies cryptically as she strips off her jacket and kicks off her heels, which means someone's probably going to try to murder her later but also she thinks she's on the right track. "Kon home yet?"

"He's in his room," Clark says, wishing he could just call it the kid's den. Kon's still never once scented it like a den, though, and he doesn't want to pressure him about it.

There's a lot of things he doesn't want to pressure Kon about.

"Guess he would be," Lois says, glancing down at Jon's contentedly sleeping face. Given their current position, the fact that they were nursing isn't subtle. "Have you tried talking to him again?"

"Not since the last time," Clark answers with a resigned shake of his head. "I just . . . I don't know how to have the conversation, and he doesn't want to have it, and I . . ."

He trails off, trying not to grimace.

"I feel like I should be helping," Lois sighs, coming over to pet Jon's hair for a few moments, her face softening as he starts to purr sweetly in his sleep. "I know it's not my place to get in the middle of this, you're the omega here, but it's driving me nuts. He's just so damn skinny, Clark!"

"I know," Clark says, trying to ignore the ache in his heart. He was definitely bigger at Kon's age, and Lex isn't built like he was a skinny kid either. That Kon's so small himself, well . . .

It just makes all of Clark's omega instincts rankle, because to those instincts? Kon looks underfed. Malnourished.

Hungry.

Clark's produced more milk than he's ever produced in his life since Kon showed up out of nowhere wearing the El crest and grinned down at him bright and expectant and called him–

Well, he'd called him "Dad", actually, because Clark wears scent blockers with fake pheromones when he's being Superman, and those fake pheromones are specifically fake beta pheromones, because he's long-since decided that Superman should be as calming and neutral a presence as possible. And Kon is still too young to have differentiated himself, so even being partially cloned from him, how would he have known better about Clark's sex or gender?

Kon only called him "Dad" that one time, and he's never once called him "Mom". He's never shown any interest in nursing from him and in fact actively avoids the possibility and will very literally leave the room and sometimes even the apartment to escape the scent of his milk.

And yet, months after that first meeting, Clark is still producing enough of it to feed a damn litter.

His chest has been getting embarrassingly sore, actually. He knows he could pump, and probably should pump, but he doesn't want to make the apartment smell too much like his milk and make Kon have to put up with something he hates so much like that. Not if he can avoid it, at least.

Did Lex ever have this problem, the bastard? Probably not. Probably Kon liked his milk. Probably Kon misses his milk, the poor kid, and Clark can't even give him that much because that would very literally entail asking a supervillain to nurse his pup. And yes, Lex made Kon to begin with, but also Lex can go to hell for how he treated him once he did. As far as Clark is concerned, Kon is his pup. Lois's pup. Jon's brother.

Lex hadn't even named the kid, for god's sake.

That does not make Clark feel better about the possibility of Kon missing the bastard's milk.

[shamelesstragedyenjoyer]

Let's delve into the intricacies of an Omegaverse society, drawing insights from both biology and evolution. As a social science student myself with a background in anthropology, I aim to explore various aspects of this complex world, including its prison system, bathroom arrangements, treatment of the transgender community, societal norms, stigmas, reproduction dynamics, birth rates, and even the portrayal of sexuality through pornography.

Collaborating with my best friend, a medical student well-versed in anatomy, we've pooled our knowledge to shed light on how such a society might function, drawing parallels and extrapolating from existing data in our world.

So. Within the Omegaverse, there exist two overarching categories, male and female, each subdivided into three distinct statuses: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Over time, the majority of individuals have transitioned beyond the Alpha and Omega distinctions, akin to how the human female body evolved past its reproductive heat cycles during the paleolithic period, marking a pivotal moment in human evolution.

In the distant past, during the age, Alpha males and Alpha females coexisted alongside their counterparts, Omega males and Omega females. The differences between Alpha males and females were minimal, much like the similarities between the two Omega sexes. However, there still were differences in genitalia where only Alpha females and Omega males displayed intersex characteristics. The enlarged clitoris of an Alpha female, resembling but distinct from a penis, possessed a knot—a feature absent in Alpha males— because of it's inability to produce sperm which necessitated an evolutionary adaptation towards a larger knot, in order to increase the chances of pregnancy.

Like stated before, the transition into a largely Beta population occurred even before the neolithic era, resulting into a similar contemporary societal structure as we know today. However, there being secondary genders didn't stop the historical oppression of all women. Only now it extended to impact Omega males, though they can pass as Betas if their genitalia remains private. Contrary to popular beliefs, there is no discernible scent associated with Omegas in heat; instead, it is their aura and demeanor that undergo noticeable changes. A "sex appeal", if you will, that affects everyone except Beta women for a vast number of reasons i'll touch upon later.

Legal frameworks exists to address non-consensual interactions with Omegas in heat, and sometimes even with Alphas in ruts. Statistical data still reflects a disproportionate involvement of Alpha and Beta males in such crimes.

In cases of rape involving an Omega in heat, the perpetrator might exploit societal biases to justify their actions or even escape punishment altogether. They might argue that the Omega's biological state somehow diminished the severity of the crime.

Similarly, in cases of rape involving an Alpha in rut, the legal system might downplay the seriousness of the offense due to the perceived status and power of the victim over the perpetrator.

In such a society, power dynamics based on genetic status and gender could heavily influence the legal process as well. Despite the vulnerability of Omegas in heat and the potential vulnerability of Alphas in rut, the legal system might consider it an extenuating circumstance for the aggressor.

In the Alpha Beta Omega prison system, inmates are segregated based on their genetic status and gender to ensure safety and maintain social order. Alpha males and Alpha females, Beta males and Beta females & Omega males and Omega females are all housed in separate facilities due to the perceived risks associated with mixing different genetic statuses and genders.

This segregation is justified by concerns for safety, as it is believed that males, regardless of their secondary gender, have the potential to overpower females. By separating inmates in this manner, authorities aim to mitigate the risks of violence and maintain control within the prison environment.

Alphas and Omegas are not exceedingly rare, but they remain somewhat uncommon, often noted and remembered as peculiarities. Their presence evokes a similar level of curiosity as encountering a left-handed person or a natural redhead—an intriguing aspect of diversity that captures attention but is ultimately regarded with a level of casual interest.

Second out of three parts coming right up, Tumblr won't let me post more images !

Also stay tuned, next part is gonna include a list of the Batfam members who I think are Omegas

[sinematically]

a story in three parts…

[emperorsfoot]

until I get context for this panel, I'm just gonna assume its an A/B/O Elseworld

[dp-clarkjkent]

If we were in an a/b/o universe what do you think your secondary gender would be?

An a/b/o...? What? What's that?

Hold on, I'll google it and be right back.

[cucuxumusu]

Tenebris Solio

Explicit II +100k II Unfinished

Clark Kent, alpha and son of the House El, returns to Florence decided to settle down and reunite with his pack, but Florence is not the city he remembers. Bruce Wayne, omega and son of the Wayne’s Royalty, is reaching his breaking point, but he knows that if he breaks, Florence will fall too. What will happen when the two finally met? Will they save their beloved city?

Chapter 21 Up!

[redrobin-detective]

love grows where it is planted

"Oh shoot, I’m all out of hot pads,” Ma frowned looking at the feast she had made. “Temperature doesn’t bother you boys, can one of you bring the corn out to the table?”

“Got it,” Clark said, reaching for the pan.

“No sweat,” Conner said at the same time as he also reached for the pan. They stared at each other with near identical eyes, each of them with one grip on the handles of the dish.

“I said I got it,” Clark demurred politely, pulling the corn a little closer to him. 

“Yeah and you already took out the potatoes so it’s only right that I bring out the corn,” Conner said with a frustrated frown. He tugged the dish closer to him. Clark was older, more responsible so he was supposed to be the bigger man and not roll his eyes and sigh. But it sure was hard to resist. 

“Oh for goodness sake, you two,” Ma groaned, grabbing a thick towel off the stove and pulling the pan out of both of their hands. She bustled with it to the table and set it down with a mighty thunk. “I worked hard on this meal so I don’t think it’s too much to ask you two to behave.”

“Sorry Ma,” Clark apologized, seating himself at his usual spot at the dining room table. He never felt more like a kid than he did sitting here, the same table that somehow survived all through his childhood misadventures. Conner mumbled something to Ma before sitting down in a defeated slump. Clark raised an eyebrow, would it kill the kid to sit up straight for dinner?

“Right, it’s so nice to have both of my boys home,” Ma beamed between the two of them. “It’s been too long since we’ve shared a meal together.” Something that probably wasn’t a coincidence. Clark tended to announce his visits ahead of time only to arrive and find Conner had ‘business’ to attend to with the Titans. Or just Tim if Batman’s grumblings were anything to go by. Clark spent very little time with his clone and it seemed the feeling was mutual. So he must say he was a bit surprised when Ma asked him to fly down for dinner only to find Kon and Krypto playing in the field. 

“Thank you, Ma’am, it smells amazing,” Kon said with a grin. He had his fork and knife in hand, clearly ready to get started.

“Conner, I’m no less your Ma when Clark is here so please stop it with that Ma’am nonsense,” she sighed. “And don’t wait on this old lady, dig in boys it’s not getting any warmer.”

Conversation proceeded well for the first part of the meal. Ma spoke of what the neighbors had been up to, how the corn had been doing this year. Clark explained the latest story he was researching, what trouble Lois was getting into and a funny story involving Jimmy the other day. Kon went into the details of a Titans mission, one Clark had gotten a briefing on last week. Clark waited for Ma to stop him but she seemed engaged, asking questions about the mission and the other teens. They looked so at ease together. 

Clark stabbed at his porkchop. It would be stupid and petty to say he was annoyed of how well his mother and Conner got along. Ma had always been so strict with his powers growing up and, even as an adult, she didn’t like hearing about cape stuff when he came to visit. But Kon had been using his powers on and off all evening and, from the way it sounded, kept Ma up to date with his superheroics. The double standard just irked him, maybe this was why Bruce’s many, many children were always bickering. 

“Alright, I hope you boys saved room for dessert. I made your favorites, apple for Clark and pecan for Conner,” Ma said, shuffling back into the kitchen, leaving Clark and Conner alone. The room fell into silence. 

“Didn’t know you liked pecan pie,” Clark said awkwardly. “It was one of Pa’s favorites but I’m not a fan, Ma hasn’t made it in a while cause of it.”

“Oh I mean, all her pies are good, y’know?” Conner shrugged, playing with his fork. They didn’t speak again until Ma came back with two heaping pie slices for each of them. 

“I can’t stomach another thing right now so I’ll just grab a coffee but I wanted to talk to you kids about something so stay there,” Ma said, talking as she poured her coffee. “It’s nothing bad I promise but it is important.”

“It’s about the farm,” Ma said finally as she settled herself down at the table. “I’m not going to live forever so I wanted to talk to you boys about what to do with it.”

“Ma,” Clark said, the apple pie turning bitter in his mouth. Losing Pa had devastated him, he didn’t even want to think about his mother...

“Put those big, wet eyes away, Clarkie,” Ma said sternly but softly as she gripped his hand. “Hopefully it’ll be a long ways off but it’s still something we need to discuss as a family.” She glanced over at Conner and reached for him with her other hand.

“Now right now, Clark gets everything: the house, the farm, the money, all of it. Course that will was made before Johnny died, before you came along, Conner.” 

“Yeah but that shouldn’t make a difference,” Conner muttered, his shoulders hitching up to his ears. “I mean, Clark’s your kid, I don’t see why he shouldn’t get it. I really appreciate you letting me crash here but I’m just-”

“My grandbaby,” Ma interrupted squeezing his fingers. “I don’t care that you came from a test tube, you’re mine just as much as Clark is.” Clark averted his eyes so he didn’t have to see the soft, vulnerable look in the other’s eyes.

“Clark, you haven’t lived on this or any farm in a decade. You come out and help during the harvest but it’s not the same as running a farm full time,” Ma said turning back to him. “You’re a city boy now and I’m proud of you for finding your place so I can’t ask you to pack up and move back to Smallville.”

“I-” Clark started to defend but, once he thought about it, he thinks she was right. He loved this land but did he want to give up everything in Metropolis, his life with Lois, for it? Maintaining a farm wasn’t something that could be done part time. 

“I’ve been thinking for a while of leaving the farm to Conner,” she continued. 

“What?” Kon screeched, leaning over to choke on his bite of pie. 

“Oh don’t act so shocked, you’re a natural,” Ma laughed. She glanced over at Clark with proud eyes. “Took him a bit to get the hang of it but he’s got a good sense of the land, of where to plant, how much to water. You don’t have Clark’s special touch with the livestock but you have the heart of a farmer, Conner Kent.”

“I don’t know,” Conner laughed awkwardly, flushing visibly from the praise. “I just did what you showed me to do. I mean I do, like it I mean. It’s peaceful, quiet, I like seeing the results of my work but I uh,” he looked down at his plate. “I don’t know if I could run this whole place by myself.”

“Well not even Superman can operate a farm even a small one alone, which is why Clark would help you,” Ma smiled. “He could still come down and help with the harvests, take over for a few days when you’re busy with you hero business. You would have the land and the house but maintaining it would be up to both of you.”

“I could help, tell you what my Pa taught me and work the land with you,” Clark said slowly. “If that’s what you’d like, I’d much prefer you to have it than to sell.” Conner was quiet across the table, Clark looked up was surprised to see the boy hunched over with his elbows on the table looking like he was doing his best to fight back tears. 

“Oh baby,” Ma said, standing up and placing her hands on his shoulders. 

“I’ve never had any place I really belonged, nothing that was mine,” Conner said thickly. “This land, it’s got a lot of love and history in it. You’d trust me with that?”

“Of course, Conner,” Ma leaned down and hugged him from behind. “A farm doesn’t care who you are or where you come from, all it cares is the love you give it. And I’ve seen you honey, you love these fields, these skies. God I wish Johnny had lived to have met you, you two would’ve gotten on so well.”

“Kon,” Clark said, the boy lifted his wet eyes to him. “This is your home, as much as it was mine. I love it too but it wasn’t what I needed but maybe it could be what you need.” Conner didn’t say anything just nodded his head and went back to looking at his plate. Ma stroked his hair a moment longer before giving him some space to clean up the plates. 

Conner and the farm. It would have seemed unbelievable a few years ago but this boy seemed very different from the young clone Clark had first met. He’d done a lot of growing when Clark hadn’t been watching, become someone his father would have loved. Clark was sorry he missed that.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to convince Tim to move out of Gotham,” Conner said after a few minutes.

“What’s Tim got to do with this?” Clark blinked, Conner blushed again and ducked his head lower. 

“You know I love Timmy but I’m telling you as your Ma; you wait until you’re out of high school before you put a ring on his finger, you hear?” Ma called from the kitchen. Now it was Clark’s turn to choke. He hadn’t realized Tim and Conner’s relationship had progressed so much. What else had he missed in Kon’s life while he was too busy feeling strange about the whole thing?

“I wasn’t gonna-” Kon blushed harder. “Yes, Ma.”  

“Good, well I’m glad we had this talk. We’ll keep going over the specifics but I’d like to get that will changes sooner rather than later. That’s not something I want to leave to chance.” Ma smiled from the kitchen eyes landing softly first on Conner then on Clark. “Alright, lets get these dishes washed and dried so you kids can go for a little flight while the sun’s still up. Clark’s known these skies a lot longer than you, hun, I’m sure he can show you a few nice spots.”

“Yeah,” Clark smiled. “That’d be nice. What do you say, wanna go out for a spin?”

“Sounds good,” Kon smiled back shyly.

“You can tell me more about Tim,” Clark waggled his eyebrows. “He’s always so polite with him but Bruce acts like he’s some sort of gremlin. Who knew we’d both have tastes for trouble causing brunettes.”

“Clark,” Conner moaned, burying his face in his face.

[zenlosingit]

Alright it worked once so by that logic it will work again cause I have been searching for months and I’m tired aight.

But I’m trying to find this Superbat fic where Clark renovates his apartment to be a combination of both him and Bruce b/c his alien biology is literally telling him to make a nest to entice his potential mate (They call it a burrow in the fic, or something similar but it’s like a nest situation tbh but I PROMISE it’s not a/b/o I stg-)

But because it’s alien biology neither is aware of existing Bruce unintentionally rejects it and it derails Clark. It ends with a happy ending, but I can’t find it so if you know what it is please tell me I’ve been searching for months and I’m tired at this point.

[ssomagni]

Prompt : @xenovember day 26 - Multiply

Pairing: Superbat, Dru-Zod/Kal-EL

C/W: NSFW, A/B/O,

Story Summary: Dru-Zod is willing to help Kal-El's dream of carrying a child, even if it's not his, that is how important it for their race to survive. The sex is easy, the aftermath is far more difficult.

Story link: Future Fever

Requests open: Yes

[lucky-cleric]

I legit don’t remember how Clark became Superman so unless someone can tell me how that all happened I’m going to have to rewatch the snore fest that is Man of Steel

[frownyalfred]

plot twist: Old Gotham society members more accepting of Bruce's pack then the younger elite. Sure they still hold onto some archaic traditions but Bruce still carries the blood of old Gotham and thus is worthy of the respect the head of an old founder family is owed

Old Gotham society is the remnants of once-strong packs. They crave that kind of instinctual, iron tight pack bond. The new packs haven’t had that kind of strength and aura in decades.

The Wayne Pack has that kind of gravity to it. Something old and instinctual. Old Gotham sees it and scents blood. They approve.

[petiolata]

Clark takes the Batfamily as his harem…they've proven themselves exemplary members of the human species, and since they aren't all blood-related, they have genetic variety for breeding.

His alien appetites cannot be satisfied by just one human, even if Bruce comes closer than anyone at being enough. Clark would feel bad about impregnating all the Wayne omegas, but he is virtually the last Kryptonian, an endangered species. He has a duty to continue his line…and that means quantity, spreading his seed widely. One child produced by a beta human woman just won't cut it (not that he loves Lois and Jon any less). Kryptonian alphas have far fewer ruts than human alphas, so he's well into adulthood before he experiences one…he didn't even know he'd have heats until he wakes up from one, and finds the entire Batfam imprisoned and glaring at him, slick and cum dripping from their holes.

[jasontoddssuper]

My gf found this on twitter

[justiceplague-writing]

KalZod Drabble

May expand it into a full fledged fix at some point. My WIP folder is kinda full though

A/b/o, royalty, Krypton survived AU

Alpha!Kal, Omega!Zod, Feral Zod

(but if you know me you know that Omega Zod doesn't mean submissive, simpering Zod)

It was tradition for an alpha, on the cusp of their first rut, to be given an omega to mate with, to keep as their own.

Kal thought he had made it clear to his father that he had no interest in this tradition. He didn't want an omega. He liked them well enough, but all of the ones he was allowed to associate with, as the heir to the throne, were... Shallow, delicate things. And while he knew the military guild was mostly omegas, he didn't think he'd be given one of them. They were strong-willed, and independent. Not an ideal future consort.

Kal had thought his father understood he'd rather settle with a beta, or another alpha, but he could smell the omega as he stood in front of the door to his room. The omega was in heat, and distressed. Kal couldn't blame them, he was distressed, too.

He had spent the day feeling strangely on edge, and uncomfortably hot, and he just knew he was about to enter his first rut. It was a bit late, he was almost 20, and most alphas had their first right around the time they turned 18. He didn't want a rut, because he didn't want an omega, but his body had other plans, clearly.

Kal could faintly hear the omega snarling and growling through the thick door, and didn't know quite what to make of that. None of the omegas he knew would ever growl, much less snarl.

He opened the door, apprehensive and uncertain. And was only mildly surprised when a body slammed into him, sending him sprawling to the ground. What had surprised him, however, was the glimpse he had gotten of the omega's face before their face was buried in Kal's neck, vicious snarls giving way to content purrs.

After a moment, the omega moved down his body, dragging Kal into the room by his legs.

"Uh... General?" He questioned, keeping his voice soft, worried about setting off the older, clearly feral, Omega again.

"I take it you like your gift?"

Kal looked up, confusion clear on his face, into the smug face of his father, Emperor Jor-El.

"Wha-" Kal tried to ask his father what was going on, but he was cut off by a vicious snarl.

"Mine!" Zod hissed, throwing himself back on top of Kal, and snarling at the older El.

"Do enjoy yourself, Kal, and take care of General Zod, he's been on suppressants and denying himself this since before you were born," Jor waved as he shut the door, trapping Kal in his room with the feral General.