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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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justjams2003 · 10 months

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Between Two Gods: 2-Caving in

I’m on a roll;)

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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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

Summary: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

pairings: steve rogers x reader x clark kent.

warnings: cursing!! fluff only. may be horrible and tad repetitive, i'm trying my best though🥹 i just need to write more to get over a slump. (((more self indulgent than anything)))

*** — flashback.

“You guys are fucked.” Bucky utters with certainty, directing a steely glare towards Steve. He had just ended a phone conversation with Natasha, during which, she reluctantly confided in him, about your apparent state of distress.

Granted, he was vehemently reprimanded and cursed up and down by his own wife; her threats still ringing true to his ears should it be proven that he had a hand in his friends' potential adultery— He, along with Steve were now made aware of your suspicions, and could recitify the situation according to what you think you know.

For the meanwhile, he repeatedly assured Natasha that it was all a huge misunderstanding, and if possible, help ease your misguided worries.

“She's getting skeptical, Steve. Sooner or later, you guys are gonna have to tell her the truth.” Bucky advices, though Steve appeared abnormally composed and stoic.

Dare he say, indifferent, opposite to his anxious and tensed demeanor. It was as if, it wasn't his marriage that was on the verge of collapsing, nor was he close to losing the love of his life. Bucky found his behavior increasingly strange, which did not help the predicament one bit.

Steve was like a predator gearing to pounce.

“You and Clark both need to calm down.” Steve finally looks up from his laptop screen, before reclining back on the leather seats with ease. “Nothing has happened. Nothing, will happen. My fealty is to my wife; my eyes have never strayed, not even once.”

“You know very well that's not what i meant.” Bucky sits opposite of him with a tired huff, the low hum of the jet filling the empty silence. “I'm pertaining to the whole Sharon and Lois fiasco. What with the lab results being back, and their claims being authentic.”

“It's merely numbers on paper, Bucky.” he scoffs.

“I'd like to agree with that. But you know the repercussions to your designation will be grave if you continue to ignore the pull.” He replies with an equally heavy tone.

“What do you want me to say, exactly?” There was an evident shift to his composure, blue eyes turning a stormy shade, telling of the rage simmering under his perfectly crafted façade. “I'd tell my wife that i'm leaving her, because my base insticts yearn for another?”

There was a tense silence between them, neither Alpha's willing to back down from their assessing stare.

“We're doing more tests.” Bucky says slowly, conceding. It was not his intention to ruin, dollface, as he and his wife fondly call you, and his bestfriend's marriage just because he cares for your well-being in general.

In some ways, it was considered a betrayal for both Steve and Clark to entertain the possibility that they've made a mistake. That perhaps, you weren't in fact their true mate, and they've essentially ruined your life for any man. Bucky only ever wanted to make things as easy and painless for you.

“I don't care if you bleed them dry, or carve their bones.” Steve utters with a firm baritone, “You know what i want to hear.” that this was all just a twisted joke.

“I understand.”

***

“Princess? "Steve calls out to you softly as he peers into the room where you had somberly buried yourself beneath the blankets and piles of pillows, curled up there in your satin and extremely pink nightgown like a dejected but undeniably adorable little princess.

You grumbled as tears started to form in your eyes and fell on the pillows. You tried your best to breathe in his and Clark's scent to calm your raging emotions, but you were powerless to stop the sob from spilling past your lips.

Why, why why. Why had nothing ever went the way you want them to? Why are you such a failure of an omega? Why can't you give them the perfect little family the three of you had always dreamed about?

Two pairs of footsteps make their way into the bed, and despite your head spinning with endless thoughts of self blame, you could feel the bed dip and arms and-and warmth enveloping you in both sides.

“Sweetheart..” Clark brushes his nose on your nape, chest rumbling with a purr in an effort to provide you comfort, as his most base instict twisted and turned at the mere sight of your tears, let alone your evident heartbreak.

“You want to talk about it, pretty girl?” Steve breathes out in a hushed tone. In a tender gesture of support, his fingers traced soothing cirles on your exposed skin.

You shake your head, or tried to, with your limited space, being crowded by their bulky frames on both sides. “I don't want to. I'm a disappointment.” your words were muffled, but the implication were relayed nevertheless which made both your alpha's tense.

“No one's disappointed with you, sweets.” Clark enunciated firmly. “It isn't your fault.”

“But it is.” you raise your head, hair sticking to the sides of your face, eyes reddening with tears.

“But it isn't.” Steve reitarates, cupping your face gently, feeling your warm cheeks and wiping your tears. “It will happen, when it needs to happen.”

“And all this pressure and stress that you put yourself through is never worth it. For anything, at all.” Clark stresses, pressing a kiss to your shoulder which made you shiver.

“B-but, i really really want it.” You stutter through a choked sob. “I want a baby, with your eyes.” you almost whine in a soft voice, staring at Steve's baby blues. “and one with your curls.” you tip your chin at Clark, lower lip wobbling as your vision cloud once more.

“And you want it too, right? that's why we've been doing it more.” your nose scrunches adorably while the men chuckles, both eagerly pressing a kiss to any part of your skin that they could reach. “You're laughing?” your eyes squint, taking offense.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Clark noses on your temple, in apology. “We don't make love to you simply because we want a baby.”

“We will never make love to you with that intention alone,” Steve nuzzles his face at your neck.

“You see, when a man, or in our case, men loves a woman—” you hit Clark's shoulder before he could further tease you, choking on a giggle.

“He fucks her.” Steve continues, while your mouth gapes. “because she's irresistible.”

“and gorgeous.” Clark adds on. “the sweetest girl in the entire universe.”

“and looks extremely delightful, writhing on our knots.” Steve trails kisses to your neck, starting off innocent at first, yet it soon turned into something much more intimate.

“any man wouldn't be able to resist.” you tilt your head back as clark nips at the other side of your neck. “and she will have everything she wants.” you could barely let out a startled squeal when you were flipped to your back, your lips pulled into a searing kiss.

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Seventh day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

You’d been right about your heat and his rut. It had hit late that night and you’d woken with Clark between your thighs. Definitely not the worst way to wake up even if it was three in the morning.

Now that your heat and his rut are over you’re able to enjoy the rest of the season without worrying you’ll miss the big party that Fawn had invited you to.

You and Clark weren’t technically in Steve’s pack, Clark being the head Alpha of a pack of his own, but you wouldn’t be surprised if at some point your packs merged under Steve.

“Alright Honey, are you ready for the seventh day?”

“Yea, let me go get your gift.” You tell him hopping up off the couch. You’d bought him a new swimsuit, a dark blue one that will look incredible on him. It was really the only thing you could think of for swans a swimmin’. When you get back to the couch Clark guides you into his lap and puts your box on your legs.

“You first Honey.” Clark says as you pass him the box you’d wrapped.

“Okay.” You open the box and pull out a super cute white swimsuit. “Oh, wow. Clark.” Then you laugh softly, you both had the same idea.

“What?”

“Just open yours.”

“There’s more in yours.” He says as he picks up the box he’d set on the couch next to you. You dig into the paper and find another piece of paper. It’s for a spa day, including a couples massage, a steam room and hot tub. Your jaw drops open in surprise as you process what you’re seeing.

“When?”

“Today.”

“Open yours!” You tell him and Clark laughs softly as he rips open his present. When he unrolls the trunks he laughs.

“Oh my god Honey. Great minds huh?” He offers and you press a kiss to his cheek.

You get ready for your day then leave.

You start with the massage. You both strip down and cover up with blankets and two betas come into the room. You know you fall asleep but you don’t know if Clark does. He scoops you up and carries you to the steam room, it’s a private room, the whole experience seems to be. After the steam room you both pull on your swimsuits and Clark helps you tie your top on.

“You look real pretty Honey.”

“You look good too.” You tell him as you walk out into the room with the hot tub. There’s a tray of food, a bottle of wine and two glasses on one of the little tables.

“You hungry?”

“A little.” He grabs the tray and brings it to the side of the hot tub, “isn’t that kind of dangerous?”

“They’re plastic.” He says tapping the rim of one of the glasses. You can tell by the sound that he’s right. So you drink some wine, eat some of the food and relax with your perfect Alpha.

#clark kent x reader au #alpha clark kent x omega reader #alpha clark kent #alpha!clark kent x omega!reader #alpha!clark kent x reader #alpha!clark kent #fire dogs story #crash and burn story

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Captain Syverson & August Walker in the viking era (part 1?)

ok i just love a good old viking headcanon. I cannot stop imagining a bunch of my favourite characters in the viking era, totally feral and just fucking all the time sjdjsjd.

Henrys characters fit perfect for this era with their gruff beefy look. also this turned out kinda soft??? anyways enjoy!!

might do a part 2 if anyone is interested, just let me know! readers body type and ethnicity isnt described.

No warning, but mentions of smut, everything is consensual even though it may not seem it lol.

Captain Syverson

Sy grew up on a farm with his mother and father. he'd definitely be of Norwegian heritage. a farm boy at heart, grew up to be a fierce warrior after his parents were killed. Everyone feared The Captain, rumors spread like wildfire, to the point people thought he was sent from the Gods, or that he was a warrior god himself. he'd sail the seas around the world raiding, pillaging and trading. but deep down he was a romantic at heart and a traditional man. He longed for devoted love, a love he saw in his parents. He waited for a long time before he would finally meet you. because deep down, he wanted to go back to the farm, live a peaceful life as a husband to his wife and a father to his children.

eventually he would meet you, a woman who was taken from her home to be a slave to a king in Sweden. As he was pillaging the town to kill the king, he saw you in a farm house, a man was trying to assault you. Sy struck his sword through the man and he fell to the ground. You was wearing a light blue long-sleeved top with a brown skirt, but oh you were so beautiful. It was love at first sight even when the reader punched Sy in the face and ran away from the town into the forest. Sy knew from there that the reader was to be his wife.

Half the time Sy was feral, it was the only thing that could get him through the raids. He could let his inner beast come through. A couple of days later, trying to find you, he saw you washing yourself by a waterfall. He hid behind a big rock so he could watch you. He watched as you were drying your hair off, your body sun-kissed by the summer sun. He felt his cock harden as he looked your ass and breasts, so plumb and his for the taking.

As he came into view, you gasped as you saw him. He looked at you up and down, taking in your nakedness. Your breasts hardened at the cool wind blowing, but also because of the giant man staring at you. Your pussy on display, he wanted to taste you so bad.

Before you know it he has you pinned down, you let out a startled scream as he nuzzled his face into your neck, smelling your sweet scent. You knew this was wrong, you did not know this man, but something about it felt good. He was huge, while his hands were rough, touching you everywhere, even your most private areas which you blushed and looked away. His touch was still soft.

"W-what do you want from me?" You asked, unsure what to do. "Need you" Sy mumbled into your neck. "Please" You hear him whisper. Next thing you know you are being pounded into the dirt. You moan and scream to the point you are afraid someone will hear, his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. His broad thick hairy body wraps around your body. His pubic hair rubbing against your clit. You were so aroused that it didn't even hurt when he slid in, taking your virginity and filling you up with his seed. Oh there was a lot of seed, to the point you thought this was unusual. But you did not care, you were so far gone and the sexiest man was above you fucking and breeding you to the halt.

August Walker

August Walker, known as the king of Denmark to the people, was a Noble and commanding king, but harsh and silent. He was dominating, successfully winning every raid and war. other kings and queens were afraid of him. no one dared to disobey him. Many wandered if this man was even capable of love, because all they saw was a murderous man who got what he wanted every time.

He grew up with a cruel father, who would beat him and his mother after coming home drunk every night. After he killed his own father, August looked after his mother when she grew sick. Ever since her death he has always been alone.

Until one day.

In the middle of a raid, August all bloodied from the killing, saw a woman fighting off men as young girls and boys were standing behind her terrified. The woman was striking, and fierce. Never holding down even though he could see the exhaustion on your face and body. Oh your body. He could not see your curves due to the armor, but he knew you were beautiful, that made his cock harden.

after a successful raid, sitting at the high table in front of his warriors and civilians alike, they celebrated. you face appeared and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Never has he felt this way before, he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling, lust?, romance? maybe both? who knows. Only thing he knew certain off was that he wanted you in his bed that night. Upon meeting him, you were stubborn. You heard the rumors about this man. He fucked anything that moved and he killed anyone that pissed him off. Your attitude shocked him as no one treated him in such a manner, but it just made him want you more. You both did not leave the bedroom for 3 days. August lay awake as you cuddled him from the side. He looked at you, thinking of a life he could have with you, but for the type of man he is, he did not think he deserved such a life. But over time you proved him otherwise, with your stubborn nature, you brought four daughters and a son to the world who were equally stubborn. Now he cannot picture a life without the six of you. promising himself he will be a better father than what his own father was.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓�� - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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#imyourbratzdollwork #a whores fairytale #chris evans fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction #logan howlett fanfiction #henry cavill fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #rick grimes fanfiction #luke danes fanfiction #negan fanfiction #captain jack sparrow fanfiction #jennifer check fanfiction #rosalie hale fanfiction #jane smith fanfiction #tangerine fanfiction #kraven the hunter fanfiction #sergei kravinoff fanfiction

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ellethespaceunicorn · 4 days

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*WIP THURSDAY*

I was tagged by the lovely @slippinninque and I'm happy to share some sneak peeks into my WIPs 📖

I have three recent WIPs (besides my series I am still working on), and I'm excited to list them here:

1. The Siren of Baker Street - Henry Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Black!OFC (Explicit - smut) - Sherlock is enamored with a new client.

"Before she knew it, Pearl is kneeling next to Sherlock’s armchair. Her shivering hands reaching out to warm herself by the fire. Sherlock watches quietly as the fire illuminates her face in an ethereal glow. In contrast to the warmth of the fire, Sherlock is frozen in his spot as he contemplates his next move."

2. Untitled* - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/violence) - Lloyd deals with a toxic alpha male that is bothering you.

"He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugged all of your curves. The halter top accented your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt showed off your wide hips and thick thighs and stopped just under your knee. A pair of stilettos, with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure, completes the ensemble."

*This story is actually based on an ask i received (nonny, I love your ideas btw).

3. Don't Kill My Vibe - Henry Cavill!Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/weed use) - You finally agree to help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

"You were already elevated, having taken a couple puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “oh wow” every so often. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick and Clark wasn’t stupid."

I'm switching back and forth between writing all of these at the same time. Yes, that's crazy, but so is writing for free and praying for the dopamine that creative feedback gives us.

I'm open to any questions about these sneak peeks as well, I welcome it, honestly.

no pressure tags: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @blackwood4stucky @ronearoundblindly @navybrat817 @targaryenvampireslayer

@winter2112rose @hansensgirl @vellicore

#wip game #wip thursday #black fic writer #hc sherlock #sherlock holmes x black ofc #sherlock holmes x black!ofc #sherlock holmes x ofc #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x black!reader #lloyd hansen x reader #clark kent #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x black!reader #clark kent x reader #ellethespaceunicorn fanfic teaser

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buckyshusband0 · 27 days

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Sorry for lack of motivation :(( You’re such a good writer

Hopefully this inspires you. I thought about this and trying to write myself 🤭 but I’d really like to see you do it. I loved your August walked story <3

Alpha Lumberjack Clark Kent x naive Omega male reader.

Clark has a tendency to be very, very, protective and possessive of his boyfriend. Making sure that he’s covered in hickeys all over his neck and he’s right by his side at all times.

They go to a farmers market one day as some people have requested some wood from Clark and reader wants to have a look around, not noticing the stares he gets from some alphas that makes Clark extra growly around others. When Clark is distracted, he finds someone flirting with his boyfriend and has no issue, getting rid, of him.

When they go to a bar that night, a guy who was interested in the reader before he met Clark starts badmouthing him, not realising Clark can hear everything. So when his boyfriend happily says hi to the other guy and then leaves, Clark threatens to kill him if he ever badmouths his boyfriend again.

So many things have annoyed Clark that day that when he takes his boyfriend back to his cabin in the woods, he makes sure he knows that he is his omega and can’t help marking and bonding with him that night so he’s permanently his. Kinks - marking, breeding, size and scent ;)

And when his boyfriend is asleep, Clark goes outside to bury another body that he slashed with his axe in the woods that’s threatened to take his omega away from him.

🐼anon

ooo you definitely motivated me.. I can even add my own little dark twist onto it

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bonkywobble · 2 years

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Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

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fanficsonthebrain · 2 years

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NOVEMBER UPDATES

Just updated my masterlists with all the links to everything I reblogged / recommended in November!

★ Find my main masterlist here 💕

★ Everything I recommended in September + October!

★ These are the lists I updated ↓ ❤

Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Reader + Part 2

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Misc!Bucky x Reader aka. Baker!Bucky, Demon!Bucky, Roommate!Bucky, Avenger!Bucky, Cop!Bucky, Sugar Daddy!Bucky, Firefighter!Bucky, Trainer!Bucky, Chubby!Bucky, Neighbour!Bucky

Dad!Bucky x Reader + Part 2

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader

Mafia/Mob!Steve x Reader

Misc!Steve x Reader

Alpha!Steve x Reader

Biker!Steve x Reader

+ Stucky x Reader aka. Mafia!Stucky

Cast Members

Chris Evans x Reader

Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

Ransom Drysdale

Ransom x Reader

Clark Kent x Reader

Clark x Reader

Chris Beck x Reader

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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I'm here again, if this is okay to you👀👀

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🥺🥺

Again, congrats 1000 followers 🎉🎉🌹🌹💖💖

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!

Minors DNI

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

1000 Follower Celebration

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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Between two Gods: 3-Breeding

It seems like I'm only ever working on projects that you guys can't read yet. So, while you all wait, here is another part of the BtG series. (Yes, it's a series now!)

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

Summary: After being cooped up for weeks, you take an unauthorised trip. Unfortunately, you're caught in your heat in the middle of a grocery store.

Warnings: A/B/O, mating, breeding, threesome, oral sex (both male and female receiving) P in V. Mxm, mxmxw, afab!reader, possessive!Thor, possessive!Clark, guys kissing, rutting, knotting

Word Count: 1,6k words

Part 1-Part 2

You consider it an overreaction; your mates consider it just. How were you supposed to know? Your heat wasn’t expected to happen for another week! And you were beyond frustrated sitting at home alone all day.

With their busy working schedules and the occasional off-planet endeavours, they vowed that at least one of them would be home. And in the mornings, you would kiss the one (or both) that are home goodbye. They had you on strict house arrest after admitting you’re ready for pups.

You had stopped taking the heat blockers the day you quit your job. Although both your mates insisted that you didn’t need it. But working a job in a lab surrounded only by men, you begged to differ. And now your mates have you sitting here waiting for your heat.

However, with each passing day you grew antsy and today you decided enough was enough. It would be quick, less than a few hours you’re sure of it. You had a meeting with your realtor, (after Thor and Clark had been putting it off) then you’d go to the store. Just for some snacks.

Now, you’re starting to regret it. You can feel the sweat run down your back and the freezer aisle does little to help. Not to mention the hum and the buzzing lights and the smell of raw meat are so overwhelming to your senses. You feel ready to throw up with sensory overload and guilt above all else.

You should have listened to them! There’s always a reason for everything they do. They were thinking straighter than you and should’ve known, better than you, that your first heat off the pills would be out of schedule. Now, you’re stuck, feeling as though you’re being boiled from the inside out.

A groan escapes you and you can’t help but lean on the deep freeze. Eventually, your knees give in and you find yourself on the floor. You fumble with your phone, but you can feel your thighs clench when you hear Clark’s voice. “My love?” All you can do is whimper into the phone. You can hear him shuffle.

“I’ll be right there. Try to find a bathroom and hide.” His instructions are clear and his use of his Alpha voice made your body move so much easier. You abandon your shopping cart, seeing the men in the aisle already staring at you and the cramps are already coming.

Though the farthest you seem to be able to make it is just around the corner behind the shopping centre. You groaned, not only in pain but frustration too. This is not where you wanted this to happen. Not next to the garbage bin and the manhole.

One of the perks of having superhero mates is their sheer speed. You know it’s Clark by the mating bond throbbing along with the well in your legs. You can feel his big hands wrap around you and pull you closer to his body. “How’d you find me?” You ask, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You can’t help but rub yourself against him, like a dog looking for any sort of friction. You can feel his cock ready to fuck you silly and his nose in your neck. “I could smell you from the other side of the world.” He explains with a deep inhale on your mating gland.

“Hold on.” Clark commands, but you know good and well that he and Thor would be dead before they dropped you. And luckily for you, you were home before you even realised you were in the air. All you feel is the bed and pillows all around you.

Not that it’s enough, the usually soft sheets now feel like nails to your skin. “Please, Alpha, please,” you mutter out, reaching out to Clark but he seems to be fighting with himself. The kitchen counter of your bachelor flat is getting the grunt of it, being left in pieces on the floor.

“I can’t, I’m sorry little omega.” Superman paces between you and abusing the kitchen aisle. You turn onto your stomach, burying your nose into their cushion. You can feel your hips roll onto the sheets. Your legs quiver and your hands travel your own body.

You can feel the slick between your legs and the damn pool you’ve made on the bed. Your gushy inside barely reacts to your own fingers anymore, spoiled by your mates' thick digits and fat cocks. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead, there seems to be no end to the fever working its way through your body.

“Kal...”

You swear you can hear his teeth grinding. Your smell is driving him crazy, but he made a promise to Thor. This promise is getting harder and harder to keep. His instincts are driving him crazy, screaming at him more than ever to break you apart. To make you swell with his seed.

It seems Rao heard him because the next second Thor slams open the door. He can see the absolute state Clark is in. He grabs him by the neck and their tongues combine. “God, she smells divine,” Thor mutters, dropping his hammer with a loud thud.

The noise makes you jump and then turn on your back again. “You can have her first. A prize for waiting, for being such a good little boy.” Thor peppers kisses and bites on Kal’s mating gland. Then he gives him a good smack on the ass, and the Kryptonian wastes no time.

He rips each layer of his clothes off. His suit is discarded just as quick as he removes your clothes. Clark’s nose is in between your thighs. He laps up your sweet and overpowering smell. His cool tongue on your hot core makes you gasp.

You clench your thighs shut, or at least try to. You fail spectacularly, his arms are like a cage and there is no way to escape. Each breath on your sizzling mound and a lick of your sticky insides cools and fuels your heat. Your hand grabs his curls and pushes him in closer, anything for more.

Meanwhile, Thor carefully takes off each of his many layers of armour. His cock is hard as a rock, he can’t take his eyes off you. You can tell too. Seeing his dick spring free from his tight Asgardian armour makes your core pull tighter.

The Kryptonian can tell too. His tongue is buried deep into you and his nose hits your clit just right. Soon, you’re gushing all over his face and he eats it up. Your eyes are lidded after your loud needy moans of release. Thor takes you by the chin, “Just look at that face, pretty boy.”

The man with the dark hair lets out a chuckle. He then grabs you by the waist and flips you over. Clark brings up your ass so that you’re on your hands and knees. He places kisses down your back and you can feel his cock teasing your slit.

“You can’t possibly think we’re done.” He coos at you, taunting your clit. Not to mention, Thor’s huge dick is at the cusp of your lips. His hand is wrapped around your hair, waiting for Kal to make the first move. As soon as he does, you’re penetrated from both sides.

Tears fill your eyes as Thor hits the back of your throat. They’re so intertwined with each other; their rhythms match perfectly. Your heat makes every part of you so sensitive. You can feel them so deep inside you and it feels like heaven itself. And somehow, they still manage to make out over you while thrusting into you.

Their heavy hands and wet, dirty words send you over the edge. You clench tighter around Clark and can feel how he too cums within you. How he paints your walls with his seed. His knot grows as his feathers of white-hot liquid flow from him.

Thor too continues his mission of face-fucking you until he loses himself. He forces you to swallow his sickly-sweet seed. Over and over until you’re overflowing from the top. Luckily Clark’s knot keeps his litres of cum inside of you.

“Don’t worry, Princess, soon you’ll be round with our seed.” Thor coos pulling out and watching as you splutter on his cum. “Don’t forget, she still needs to be punished,” Kal replies, still rutting into your womb. “What for?” The Prince asks, not knowing about you going out.

“This one went on a little field trip. I can still smell that fucking realtor on you. And you know we want you only eating organic.” Their conversation seems so casual. As if Clark isn’t balls deep inside you. Thor’s brows furrow, “You went to talk to that man without us?”

The god’s eyes grow dark, “You’re right, pretty boy. He smells fucking vile.” Thor grabs you by your hair and pulls you up to meet his now stormy eyes. You have no response for him, only batting your thick eyelashes. “As soon as she’s bred, I’m taking her to Asgard.”

The other alien nods in agreement. “You too, I want you both under watch.” Thor commands, not expecting disagreement. “The people of earth-” Clark goes to fight, still feeling bonded by duty. “The mortals will be taken care of. There are many other guardians here.” The god uses his Alpha voice, making things final.

“Well look at that, little omega, looks like we’re going to space.” Clark sighs out, finally pulling out of you. He stuffs pillows underneath your stomach and ass. Making sure to keep the cum deep inside you.

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark Kent, Soft!Dark Clark x Reader, Soft!Dark Steve x Reader.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Sexual Themes, Polyandry, M/F/M, Angst, Mentions of violence, Alpha x Omega, Ruts and Heats, Threesomes, Oral (F and M recieving), Eventual Soft!dark themes, Manipulation, Breeding Kink, DDLG themes, Graphic depictions of violence, Dark Themes.

A/N; Back with another WIP. Whoopdeedoo✨🫶 this was a lil fun something i wrote to overcome a really bad slump🥹 anyways!! say hi if you're here frens!! UNEDITED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

“Clark? Honey?” You call out to your husband who, seemed lost to the rest of the world as his eyes sought the words to whatever paperwork he was reading. Noting down the uncanny disarray of his home office, the strange feeling of unrest settled in the pit of your stomach once more.

There were piles of papers scattered aimlessly on his mahoganny desk, his recieving chairs were skewed at an angle you knew he'd find unsettling, and his coat aswell as a few trinkets were laying waste on the carpet altogether.

It was unlike Clark to let himself spiral into a such a state of disorder. If you knew anything, about your endearing husband; he had a severe case of OCD. Everything must have their own place, every nook and cranny accounted for and it reflected on his everyday life. His tailor made suits were always neatly pressed, his tie the perfect knot, his appearance was always put together and smart in fashion. There was nothing that could be flawed about Clark Kent; he was composed, as he was equally accomplished in his everyday life

But for the past few days, perhaps weeks now, you've noticed the nuances and shift in his demeanor. It was present in gaze, the way he spoke to you; as if he was evasive, guilty almost, but you didn't want to venture into that kind of thinking because your heart had hurt too much at the thought of one of your mates betraying you in such manner.

Clark and Steve would never hurt you in any way. The fact in itself was cemented into your very soul, because all throughout your three years of togetherness— two in marriage, they've bonded you to them in any way they could. Through the marks. Through paper. And most importantly; with their love and devotion.

For as long as you could remember, they have tirelessly and endlessly wooed you. There was not a single day that passed that you never felt special, what with their promise to court you and love you forever. And you've never doubted your husband, and you won't start to. Not when they have never given you any reason to.

“Honey?” You knocked on his door in order to get his attention, that seemingly effective, as he raised his head to look towards you.

“Sweetheart?” Clark was startled he failed to hear you or sense your presence, until you were all he could pay attention to. Your scent, the most beautiful fusion of pumpkin and vanilla, calmed his racing thoughts. His eyes raked over your form in a slow descent, admiration clear in his eyes, but his brows furrowed perceptively at your lack of footwear. “The floor is cold, come here.” He beckons with a slight reprimand to his tone.

Slowly, you walked towards him, rubbing your eyes to rid of any residual sleep. Within arms length, he pulled you down to his lap, arms instinctively wrapping around your smaller frame and pulling you to his chest. Nuzzling into his neck, you let out a satisfied chirp as you were flooded with the enticing scent of your alpha.

“I woke up and you were gone,” You murmur against his neck, voice tinged with sadness. Perhaps you had been spoiled with too much affection that you had become increasingly reliant on their presence— Now, due to the nature of their work and constant travelling, both Clark and Steve had made it so, one or the other if not both should always be with you. This notion was followed to a T which satisfied all parties involved, so you were quite sensitive when it wasn't.

“I know, i'm sorry sweetheart.” Clark coaxed you gently, his voice no louder than a whisper that tickled your ears. “I had a few paperworks that i final review before i sign on it,”

“Can i stay with you?” You bit your lower lip anxiously and stared at him through your lashes. “I'll behave. I just really missed you.” your voice was soft and pliant as you pleaded.

Clark felt the lump in his throat again. The feelings he was repressing all coming down in a defeaning crash onto him. He was confronted with the fact of his neglect towards you with the days past. Clark knows that you may be growing suspicious, and for good reason, yet not one he was strong enough to admit yet. He wanted to say it. To blurt it out, but to admit it out loud would shatter all of his formerly built pretense. Instead, he hugged you tighter, hopefully translating all his love and affection towards it.

“I love you so much, tesoro.” He utters with conviction, “More than my own life.” you felt his head dip, and your foreheads touch. You were suddenly awashed with various emotions, and you swallowed down the questions you wanted to ask.

Although the confession was abrupt, it didn't stop you from echoing the sentiment. “I love you more.” you whisper. “more than my own life.” you repeated.

His grip on you tightened, if possible. As if he was holding onto you for dear life, to which you tried to ease him with gentle touches and tender caress all over his body. You pressed butterfly kisses all over the side of his face, whispering words of assurance to your husband.

“Everything will be alright, my love.”

Clark desperately wanted it to be true.

•••

The next morning, you woke up alone. There was no sign of Clark, as you approached the first floor after showering and getting dressed. Only the staff were present bustling around to do their respective duties.

“When did Clark leave?” You asked the housekeeper.

“At around five, ma'am.” She answers, and you thanked her before heading towards the dining.

As you sat, you were immediately served with breakfast, but you lacked the appetite to even pick up your spoon. Just thinking about your husband's strange behavior had your mind in a talispin, listing out possibilities of what you could have done; was it something you had done? were they disappointed with you? what if they had finally had it with your inability to—

“Hey, doll face!” Natasha barged into the room, successfully interrupting your thoughts. “Mind if i have breakfast with you? Bucky's gone and i'm too lazy to cook for myself.” Before you could answer, she plopped down to a seat and was served with cutlery much like you were.

Her morning visits were as frequent as could be which is why the staff were always quick. More often than not, anyways, it was Natasha you had breakfast with, due to her living close by and her husband Bucky being Steve's bestfriend and work associate. Needless to say, Natasha frequented your estate, and you were as closest to a friend as you could be.

“Hey, doll face.” She tilts her head, “Call me a bitch, but i think you look evidently upset over something.”

“I'm fine, nat. And please, lay off with the crude vocabulary at such an early day.” you reply amusedly, trying to play it off.

“It's okay, i'm insured.” She whips out a few dollar bills and left it at the table, the action was almost like a second nature to her seeing as she was a regular patron at the curse jar. “But you, my dear, seem awfully upset over something. What is it? What is a problem, that your overbearing husbands can't fix? You know you just blink wrong and Rogers and Kent would break the bones of some unassuming bastard.” She wiggles her eyebrows inriguingly.

You couldn't help but shake your head, contemplating for a moment wether you should tell another soul; a close one to both you and your husband about what your sneaking suspicion.

What if she thought you were just paranoid? Or laugh in your face? Or instead—

“Hey,” Nat calls out to you softly. “You don't have to tell me, immedieately. Or at all. But i'm here, and available if you feel like sharing.” she assures you, sincerity dripping from her tone while you visibly deflate.

“It's gonna sound stupid.” you sigh. “b-but.. but i think they're hiding something.”

“who?” the confusion was geniune.

“Steve and Clark.” you utter once you find your voice again, reaching for the glass of water once you felt your mouth go dry at finally saying it out loud.

“Why do you think so?” she asks carefully.

“Maybe i'm sensitive..” trailing off you looked down at your lap, “but i, i just feel it, nat. The way they speak to me, neither of them can barely maintain proper eye contact for more than a minute. They're very brief, almost cryptic when they talk. They're always out, and we barely see eachother— it terrifies me.” blinking away the tears, you look up.

“Oh darling,” She hushes, pulling you into a hug while you choked on a sob.

“I'm so scared Nat.” you whimper, tucking your chin into her shoulder. “'m so scared i'm gonna lose my alphas.”

“I know for certain that's never going to happen, dollface.” natasha says earnestly, while you let the tears flow.

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kaunis-sielu · 1 year

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Fourth Day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

Four calling birds. What the hell were you going to get Clark for four calling birds? Stupid tradition that apparently Steve and his pack introduced Clark to. You’d called Fawn who wasn’t much help, she’d bought a bird watching book and was planning on taking Steve out into the woods for a little walk. Which, while cute, wasn’t really your and Clark’s vibe.

You finally decide on some memo paper. Clark likes to doodle and take hand written notes while he’s on the phone. You get it customized and get him two different ones. The first is white lined paper and it says, from the desk of DA Kent. If he needs to share any notes or send collieries messages, which he often does, he can use this pad. The second is on blue lined paper and it says Punkie’s Alpha. You only did this one to be funny, and to remind his new Beta assistant that he’s happily Mated. You’ve wrapped them and they’re sitting on the counter waiting for him to come home.

“Hey Honey!” He calls when he comes in and your heart does a little flip in your chest.

“In the living room.” You call back and he comes in dropping his briefcase onto the floor.

“God it’s good to see you Honey.” He says crossing the room.

“Say it with kisses.” You tease him but Clark doesn’t disappoint crossing the room and kissing you soundly. He tangles his fingers in your hair while he kisses you then drops his face into the crook of your neck.

“Happy fourth day.” He says into your skin and you hum softly.

“Happy fourth day. Your present is on the counter.” You tell him but he doesn’t move from where he’s wrapped around you. “Is everything okay Clark?”

“Yea Honey, just missed you is all.” You stay like this for a couple of minutes and when he lets out a little sigh your heart breaks for him a little. “I’m okay Omega.” He promises before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Clark stands then and holds a hand out to pull you to your feet. You follow him to the kitchen and he scoops you up and puts you on the counter. He’s being awfully touchy today and it suddenly clicks,

“Alpha, we’re close to our cycle.”

“That makes sense.” He says passing you a little box. You open it to find a brand new phone inside.

“Alpha, we had a price limit!” You scold him and Clark just grins,

“I know but your phone is really old and I don’t want it to die on you and then not be able to get in touch with you.” He has an annoyingly good point.

“Okay, just this one outside of the price range okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise Alpha.”

“I promise.” He says with a quick kiss to your lips.

“Here’s your present.” You tell him sliding the box over and you now feel like your gift is kind of pathetic. Clark opens it and grins,

“Punkie. This is amazing. I love this.” He says when he sees the white one, then he lifts it off and lets out a little laugh at the heading of the blue pad. “Is this because of Janet?”

“Is that the Beta’s name?”

“Yea Honey.”

“Yes. I don’t like her.”

“I know, I’m sorry but I can’t just fire her because my Omega doesn’t like her.”

“I don’t want you to do that but she needs to keep her claws off.”

“I’ve warned her.” He promises, “I can remind her again if you want.”

“Only if there’s a reason to.”

“There isn’t. She’s been pretty good, why don’t you come to lunch on Monday?”

“You’ll be in your rut on Monday.”

“Oh, right. Darn.” He says with a wicked smile and you can’t help but laugh. God you love your Alpha.

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loganbcrnes · 2 years

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you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires

pairing: Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: Feral Alpha Sy moves to a cabin owned by one of his old army buddy Logan. over time a relationship with his Omega neighbor blossoms. One morning hes thrown into a rut and you help him through it.

Tags: 18+, ABO, feral Alpha Syverson, Omega fem!reader, smut, dom/sub, knotting, orgasm, angry feral Sy, hard sex, pussy eating, oral, language, slightly connected to the MCU, mention of The Red Room, though a different interpretation of it, mention of Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

words: 3.9k

Authors note: hiii, finally written an abo sy oneshot. there isnt enough abo fics in the Henry Cavill universe, but there should be imo. this is pure filth just so yall r warned. A bit of backstory on my version of Captain Syverson. Hes originally born in Norway, but moved to Texas, USA when he was 2 years old when his father got a good job offer. hence why his name is Bjørn Syverson, though throughout this fic he just goes by Sy. It is mentioned that he has brothers which are August Walker, Walter Marshall, Sherlock Holmes and Clark Kent, all were separated from birth, but after the death of Sy's parents, he united with them. hopefully in future fics, i can delve more into their backstory. :)

Readers ethnicity and body type isn't mentioned as i want everyone to feel included, just that she is European.

For a few passing seconds, you’re frozen with fear. It was drilled into you at a young age that a feral alpha in rut were dangerous. That you should never let yourself be alone with one, in case the unthinkable happened. But this isn’t just some feral alpha, this is Sy, who takes care of you with a gentleness you never thought you would get, a gentleness you never thought anyone could posses, let alone a feral alpha.

Feral alphas weren’t rare, but they weren’t exactly common either. Feralness mostly only occurs in male Alphas that have experienced traumatic events in their life, mostly veterans. And unfortunately governments are unable to equip the right tools to help these men. Since WW2 they have become more and more common, but scientists are never able to find the right cure and treatments to help them.

They say the only thing that would reduce the symptoms are compatible omegas, preferably mated. betas can too, but not to the extent omegas can. Eventually they end up going rogue if they are apart of a pack, if not, well they distance themselves from society, they seek out to the wilderness where they can be in their true form.

Now with Sy, being a veteran and POW, made him more prone to go feral. When he was saved from an old unit he was apart of, he began his recovery in a hospital for vets and feral alphas.

Things weren’t easy in the beginning, losing a leg and not having his own independence put him on edge all the time, but once he got released, he didn’t hesitate to move to the mountains in Canada. An old army buddy and alpha mate to his brothers, Logan, owned a couple of cabins and lent one to him. His brothers were against it, continually reminding him that their pack could take care of him and his needs. They didn’t mind Sy being with their mates, but it wasn’t them he didn’t trust, it was himself.

Sy would hate himself for evermore if he hurt them, he didn’t want to risk it. When Sy moved to the small cabin, he noticed he had a neighbor not so far away. He avoided you as much as possible in the beginning, but over time he started chatting with you, walking past each other on morning runs with their dogs, and in the end they became friends.

He learned that you moved out here because you wanted to start over. You had a difficult childhood from losing your mother to cancer and moving to a foreign country not knowing anyone nor the language. And when you thought your life was getting a better hold of itself, everything came crumbling down when you were kidnapped and taken into human trafficking.

It took 4 years before you were free from The Red Room. A place where they would experiment on Omegas. You spent a year in a mental hospital for omegas to recover. You were alone with no friends and family. You were in a state of depression and hopelessness. You wanted to get away from everything, so you discovered an ad of cabins for sale in Canada and set foot.

That was now 2 years ago, and don’t regret your decision for a second. You both took solace in each other, having similar experiences made the connection between you even stronger. It was nice having someone that wouldn’t tiptoe around you or took pity in you.

It was hard getting close to Sy in the beginning. Some days he was more closed off than others, but you understood it, and remained patient. Over time friendly feelings turned into romantic and you knew that Sy would never hurt you and had to remind him that occasionally.

His brothers came for a visit one time to give him a talking, convincing him to let himself feel love for once.

—

“Sy?” You whisper, trying to shift in his arms once more. The scent of leather and wet forest reeked throughout the room, has slick already wetting your underwear, far more than you’re used to, and you know straight away hes gone into rut. You’ve never shared your heat with anyone before. The idea of being so vulnerable around another person always filled you with dread especially after what happened, but even with the looming rut of the Alpha that holds you in his strong arms, all you can feel is a sense of belonging.

“Alpha, wake up.”

Despite your soft tone, Sy wakes with a harsh gasp and digs his fingers into your soft flesh on instinct like he’s trying to drag you impossibly closer to him. A surprised moan falls from his lips as he grinds up against your ass. “Oh, god -”

“Shh, it’s okay, Alpha.” You coo, reaching back to carefully run your fingers through his shaved head. “It’s okay, I’m here.” “Fuck, ya’ smell so good…” Sy groans at your scent of sweet ripe peaches and you give a discontented cry at the idea of not getting to help your Alpha through his rut. “If I continue, I won’t be able to stop ‘mega.” He growls. “I don’t want you to stop,” You whine, carefully pressing back against him. There’s nothing more to Bjørn Syverson than his careful, shielded control over his instincts, and as much as you love that about him, you want nothing more than for him to let go and pound you mercifully into your bed. “Let me take care of you, Alpha. Please?” “I could claim you.” He grits out, his words and actions stark contrasts of each other as he keeps rolling his hips in sharp movements. “I-I can’t take that choice from you, sweet ‘mega.” “This is my choice, you’re my choice.” You’ve never heard yourself sound so sincere and desperate at the same time, but you can feel the tightening need curling low in your belly. His scent is singing through your veins, lighting up your inner Omega in a way you’ve never felt. “I’ve never wanted anyone before you, but this… this is right." You’re on your back before you can even blink, Sy’s strong hands pinning you beneath him. The expectation was for him to rush into a devastating kiss but he sat back slightly and simply… looked at you. He studies your face intently, looking at your beautiful reddened cheeks splattered with freckles and the odd spots from your unbalance hormones, an issue that has been bugging you for the past few weeks. He watches as your hips grind up in search of relief. When he finally leans down, you try to meet him halfway but he dodges your kiss to bury his face in your neck. A groan vibrates through his chest and into yours as he inhales deeply, and you happily curl your fingers in his hair to hold him there. “Oh, honey…” Sy kisses your pulse and nuzzles against you, his beard the perfect rough contrast to the soft press of his lips. “You goin’ into heat, ‘mega? Just needed you’re Alpha, didn’t ya?” “Yes, please!” You beg, your nails clawing his head, dragging him down to slot your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Every touch, every hint of his scent, every breathy groan that came from his lips makes that warmth spread through your entire body. Sy kisses you eagerly, caging you underneath him. He feels impossibly bigger above you and your inner Omega blooms with comfort and love. So you let yourself revel in it, no longer fighting off the instincts that beckon for you. Sy almost yelps in surprise when your thighs hook around his waist to drag him down closer but he follows your lead happily and goes to grind his clothed cock against you - just like you were expecting. Mischief soars through your chest as you twist and grapple until he’s underneath you, your mind egging you to make him prove his strength. A flash of concern darts through those pretty blue eyes of his, as if he’s worried you’ve suddenly changed your mind, but the sight of your playful grin just makes him smile in return. He lets you grab at him for a moment, barely bothering to bat your hands away as you try - and fail - to pin his arms at his sides. Amusement rolls through him. Oh, his sweet, fierce Omega. If you want him to show you his true worth as your Alpha, he’s going to deliver. Sy grabs you by your waist and drags you beneath him once more, a low growl ripping through his lips as you erupt into excited laughter. Both of your wrists are secured in one of his hands where he pins them to the mattress above your head and you feel so… helpless. The man above you is the picture of Alpha - chest heaving with every breath, eyes wild with need yet perfectly in control, gray briefs tented with his impressive thick length. He exudes power and you can’t get enough. “Gonna be good for me, Omega?” Sy rumbles. “Yes! So good, I promise.” You’re on the verge of begging, but before the honeyed words can drip from your lips, Sy quickly and carefully strips your pajamas from your body before ripping his off as well. There’s no stopping the garbled groan you give at the sight he makes above you. With your newly freed hands, you let your fingers trail down his hairy chest and stomach, watching enraptured as goosebumps follow your touch. “Good girl,” He guides your hand to his thick engorged cock and rolls his hips to thrust into your fist, not bothering to hide the way he practically purrs. You can see the bright intensity that burns through his entire being in each clench of his jaw and ripple of his muscles. He’s holding back, though, tempering his movements like he’s afraid he’ll scare you. Feral alphas don’t have a good reputation, they have little control over themselves. They take what they want, leaving nothing behind. But you trust Sy, and you don’t trust easily, especially with alphas, but Sy is different. You watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Sy growls as he licks your clit.

“So fucking hot, Darlin’.” Sy growls. “Been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the day I met ya’. Kept holding myself back for so long, but not anymore ‘mega.” He said looking up at you.

You moan at the intensity of his words. “Yes!, please alpha don’t stop” you desperately beg him. Sy doesn’t waste any more time and goes down on you once again. His whole body is stretched out, his feet planted on the floor to hold himself in his position. You have never seen anything more beautiful.

You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance as if it’s the last meal he eats. You feel the hard tips of Sy’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge. He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little ‘mega” You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Sy continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

It took a few minutes to come down from your intense orgasm. Sy moves up pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. “You did so good for me, Honey.” He praises as you. “Mmmm” you hum, keening to the praises.

After a few more moments, you’re a whimpering mess again, grinding your clit against Sy’s muscular thigh. Sy growls as he pulls back, “Alpha,” You whisper, cupping his jaw gently to get him to meet your eyes and drawing him close for one last soft kiss before you guide him to scent your neck. The pheromones that pour off of you has his breath stuttering. “Don’t hold back.” A desperate growl fills the air as Sy manhandles you onto your hands and knees, He doesn’t even have to say the words before you’re already presenting yourself for him, your back arching with your face buried in the sheets, and two big hands settle on your thighs to spread you out even more for him with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now. “Oh, pretty girl…” Sy groans, trailing his fingers along your slick cunt and smirking at the way you chase his touch with a needy whine. Two thick fingers tease your entrance in slow circles before sinking into you to the knuckle and Sy chuckled darkly as you writhed beneath him. “Gonna feel perfect ‘round my cock, aren’tcha?” “Pl-ease,” You stutter out and Sy seems to take pity in the desperation your voice holds for him. He hushes the disappointed sound you give at the loss of his fingers, his hands massaging at your hips soothingly. The scent of your heat and his rut permeate the air and curl around each other until they’re one, a combination of you both hanging in the air with a sense of finality. Of destiny. Sy knew he was right where he belonged, where he was always supposed to be. He just had to reach out and take it. Twin groans fall from you both when he finally presses his cock against you, only pausing a moment before pushing into you in one long, slow thrust. Fuck, you knew he was big, could tell by the way he fit in your hand alone that it would be a stretch to fit him inside of you, but you didn’t expect… this. To feel so full, like you could feel him in your stomach. Instinct has you arching further into him, enticing him to move, to fuck you quick and hard. A warm hand settles at the nape of your neck and squeezes, holding you firmly to the bed, and your body and mind both melt into a submissive haze. If the authority that he holds in that one simple movement wasn’t enough to have you following his every command, his words that follow definitely would’ve. “Stay still, little Omega.” He growls out, his chest plastered to your back as he settles his large frame over you. The sharp nip of his teeth against your shoulder makes you shudder. “I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry. Gonna knot this pretty pussy, make you mine.” Sy fucks you just like that - towering over you with his hand clamped on your neck, kissing and licking and biting his fill of your soft skin. You were expecting him to fuck you rough and fast right from the jump, but his first thrusts are slow and precise, and it takes a moment for your heat crazed mind to realize he’s savoring this. He’s taking the time to memorize how your cunt feels around him while he still can, before his rut fully takes him from his careful and calculating self to a pussy-drunk and needy Alpha that wants nothing more than his sweet Omega underneath him. Slapping sounds fill the room as he quickens the pace, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, you let out pornographic moans and he continues to force your face into the bed by your neck. You’ve always wanted this, craved it ever since you were a hormonal teen, just wanting to be taken apart by a strong alpha. his fingers find your clit. A groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt flutters around him at his stimulation and you feel the first signs of his control crumbling in the way he thrusts into you sharply. “Alpha,” You whine, your voice low and pleading so very softly for him. “Please, I need you, need your knot -” The world falls out from under you as Sy pulls out suddenly, the exact opposite of what you were searching for, but you can’t voice your disdain before you’re on your back, blinking surprised up at a wild feral looking Sy. He doesn’t waste time slamming back inside you, fucking you hard without warning. “Perfect fuckin’ Omega,” Sy spits out like he’s enraged, but you keen beneath him nonetheless, pressing your legs to your chest as pleasure sparks across your skin. “Lettin’ me fill you up, takin’ me just like your s’posed to.” He growls, making you succumb deeper to a submissive state, making it known to Sy he can do whatever he wants, your body is his. Sy bends down sucking on one of your nipples, you moan as even more pleasure fills your body from the sensitivity of your nipples. You look down, watching as his fat cock thrusts in and out of you, his pubic hair getting wet from your slick. His balls tightening with each thrust. Thoughts of him rubbing his balls over your face fills your mind, but was quickly interrupted as Sy slightly changes the position. He holds your body closer, your tits pressed against his sweaty hairy chest. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on. “Sy, I-I’m gonna–” “I can smell it,” he groans, mouth your neck just above where your bond mark would be as he sucks harshly on it. A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate. His hand grips your jaw suddenly, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention through the haziness overtaking your mind. “Gimme those eyes, thaaaat’s it… you love this, don’tcha? All cock drunk and pretty for me, huh?” The praise washes over you like a salve to your aches and you open your mouth when his thumb drifts over your bottom lip, watching the way his eyes darken as you lick the tip of his thumb. Sy eagerly lets you draw it between your lips, even sliding it in and out like he would if he were fucking your mouth, and he lets out a low, “ah, fuck,” You can feel the flare of his growing knot catching with his every thrust. “Cum for me again, Omega,” His voice carries the undeniable thread of Alpha dominance, a command that cannot be denied even if you wanted to. Your body shakes beneath him as his fingers threaten to send you directly into over-stimulation, unable to keep your eyes open under the fire of pleasure blazing through your body. Sy’s face falls to your neck where your head is thrown back into the pillows and he greedily takes in your pleasure-drenched scent. “That’s my good girl, so fuckin’ good for me. Fuck.” “Sy,” You whimper his name so sweetly as you tangle your fingers in his hair and it sends him over the edge into a devastating orgasm. His growl is more animal than man as his knot locks him inside of you. He buries his head and finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, claiming you as his. Screams blow past your lips, your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood. “That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect for your Alpha.” Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to anyone as you do right now. You start to get overwhelmed with emotion as tears begin to fill, the connection between you and Sy binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now. Sy sucks the bond mark, easing the pain. “C’mon, ‘mega, bite me. Gotta mark me, too, Darlin’, c’mon,” He urges and for a moment you think your muddled mind is making you hallucinate. It isn’t exactly unheard of, an Alpha accepting their Omega’s mark, but it isn’t common, either. An alpha accepting a bite mark showcases an alpha submission and devotion to their omega. Your heart flutters in your chest as you lean up to kiss his neck before giving him a matching mark, right above his collarbone. Sy lets his mind run on that primal instinct of cleaning and caring for his mate, carefully licking the mark he left seared into your skin. It takes a moment’s shuffling, but Sy shifts until he’s got you settled on his chest to wait out his knot. It’s endearing, the way his hands rub up and down your bare back soothingly. His balloon size knot spurting out warm cum inside of you, you moan at the sensation and Sy growls lightly. Soft kisses slowly turned into licks, you were a little confused “what are you doing?” “Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it. It goes on like that for a few days. In between the desperate bouts of fucking and sucking, Sy insists you let him feed you. Little bites of fruits and the protein rich heat snacks you kept around for this very scenario, held up to your lips by your insistent Alpha. The one time you tried to sneak from your bed while he slept ended with you fucked and knotted over the kitchen island. And even though it was a slightly uncomfortable position to be stuck in… It’s everything you want, everything you’ve ever wanted without even realizing it.

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WIFEY-CHAPTER 7

Settling In

Warnings: Fluff, Alpha-Omega Dynamic. Mentions of Pregnancy and Baby. Ex-girlfriend vs. Wife fight. Lois Lane Bashing.

Now the sexy stuff: Smut (unprotected sex), Breeding Kink. Size Kink. Dubious Consent a.k.a Dub-Con. Somnophilia. Knotting. Hand job ( yes. You read that right). Squirting. Amautuer sex.

Pairings: Clark Kent x Mia Kent [Original fictional Character]

Word Count: 5519 words

Author’s note: merry Christmas my babes and babesyies. This was not supposed to come out today. But. Nevermind. Also, finally. That promised Lois bashing.

Disclaimer: characters such as Superman, Perry, Lois etc, who are a part of DC universe, do not belong to me. Unfortunately. But the Character of Mia, Carol and Jacob are my own creation. Moreover, the character Maddy, is inspired by @madbaddic7ed, my friend and whatnot. She became like an elder siter to me within a short span of time. And I stupidly forgot her B-day on 14th Dec. so the mentions here are my gift/salutations to her for being a friend, a dida and a therapist in my time of need.

Don’t post my work anywhere without proper permission or credit.

The sun was still waiting behind the curtains of hills, as if to give the world some more time. The nature seemed unwilling to start another day. The birds wanted to remain in their nests. The animals just wished to remain in their habitats and enjoy a long hour of sleep. The trees refused to bristle, not wanting to disrupt the soothing calm that was spread all over the world.

When a certain man opened his mind again, he was hit with content. Peace. Softness. As though he was in heaven. And when he opened his beautiful cobalt blue eyes, he was met with the sight from another world. The reason of his happiness. A woman. The root of all his desires. Spiritual and carnal. She was sleeping soundly, her long lashes fanning her cheekbones. They were the same color as her dark, long and luscious hair. It was fanned out beside him, resembling long arms of a fire, albeit darker. It would get lighter in color the more you go near the tips, creating a natural fade. Yet they were as soft as velvet, and as natural as the wet soil outside. A slight noise caught his attention. It was raining again. It had rained nonstop the whole night, stopping only when they stopped. Stopped the ethereal dance of their carnal desires. The feel, the rhythm still flowing through him. The glow still lingering in the air. He brought his hand up, caressing her cheek. Her cheekbones were elevated, needing no artificial enhancement. Temporary or permanent. Her blood was leaving a hue of itself beneath her soft skin, making her seem as the pink cherry blossoms. Her lips were slightly pouted and incredibly soft when he thumbed them. They were taking all the pressure he applied, not voicing even a single complaint. Her gentle breath was gliding over his chest, making some of the hair rustle.

His gaze averted downwards, gliding over her smooth shoulders to her bosom. She was laying on her side, hands on him. Her mounds were squeezed up, creating a crevice running up to her neck. The peaks were stiff and tightened. They looked perfectly supple yet so tortured. They still had marks of his fingers when he had held them between his massive hands. He pulled himself away gently and watched her with bated breath. He knew this was not exactly angelic, but he couldn’t resist.

He gently slipped the blanket downwards, revealing her entire breasts. She moved a little, unconsciously feeling the cold breeze against herself. He waited for some moments, then started again. He gently pulled the comforter downwards, making sure not to make any sudden movements that would startle her awake. The comforter went down smoothly until her hips. But then came the hurdle. She had clutched a large amount to the thick sheet between her legs. When he inspected and realized that there was no way he could get it away, he retracted. But accidently made a huge mistake.

His hand bumped with her knees. He quickly pulled it back. She made some sounds and then shifted. He was about to lay down again when she laid on her back and parted her legs open. He watched her face for any signs of waking up. When she gave no signs, all his morality was out of the window and forgotten. He pulled the now free comforter down, revealing her smooth thighs and long legs. He boldly pulled the comforter off in one swift jerk, throwing it to the other side of the body. Now she was laying on her back, naked as the day she was born. He gulped. His mouth ran dry at the beautiful feast laid out for him and he pounced.

He gently caressed the top of her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His sinful finger glided down to her nipples, tweaking them. He was straddling her, keeping an eye on her face for any signs of discomfort. The last thing on his mind was to hurt her. He glided his fingertips across her belly, making it quiver. He caressed her sides, making her groan. He paused, watching her intently. Once she quieted, he continued on his path. When his hands reached the apex of her thighs, her legs fell open. He looked at her core with a sudden hunger. Her skin was smooth and pink. Her lips were looking swollen and red. He gently caressed them, making her moan. They parted to reveal her hood. He lifted the hood to the sight of her pearl, gleaming with her juices. It was red and looking abused. He grinned devilishly. She was still sleeping, unaware of his evil intentions. He was contemplating toying with her more. But he also wanted to hear, see and feel her react to his touches. So, he laid himself over her, pressing almost half of his weight on her tiny body. His arms were on each side of her head, his thighs cradling her hips. He gently bent down and whispered,

Miaaaaa…...

She shifted and her eyes fluttered open. Her brown orbs met his and the world stilled. He gazed into her large brown gems, wanting to drown in them. Her eyes had a small piece of dirt clinging to her lash. He gently plucked it away. He turned back to her and lowered himself onto her. She moaned at the feeling of him grounding her and gasped when his member pressed against her tummy. He smirked and touched his lips with hers. He captured her upper lip with his, gently tugging on it. Slowly, their lips started a dance that had a beauty and a carnal desire hidden inside. Her hands glided from his wrists to his elbows, gently caressing his thick veined arms. They glided up slower than before, now caressing every dip and bulge of his muscles. They moved upwards and rested on his neck. She held his neck while letting her lips follow his lead into the performance. Her legs moved shyly, slowly. She wrapped them around his hips, pressing her body upwards. In response, he lowered himself completely, pressing his entire weight on her. He watched as she got used to such a large pressure on her pure, untouched body.

The thought, the idea of her being so untouched and pure that she didn’t even know what consummation was until last night had ignited a fire inside of him. When she parted herself from him and slowly took a deep breath, he lifted his hand and caressed her face. Gently pulling out some hair from behind her hair, he gently massaged her earlobe. She purred and shifted her face towards his hand. He grinned and turned her head to look at him. When she did, he shifted his hips. This time, she didn’t question anything. She let him do what he wishes to do with her.

When he slowly entered her, she hissed. She was really small and sensitive. Moreover, her nether regions were still sore from the previous night’s act. He lowered his pace, letting her adjust. He slowly went in, seating himself inside her cavern. It had been hard. She was so small and tight that it even hurt him. But it only served to edge him on. He slowly pulled back, and then went forth. The rain was still splattering against the large window, the perfect backdrop to their loving. There was still no light around. It was early dawn, but the clouds were keeping the sun at bay.

As their coupling continued, they both were chasing the bliss of love that was just out reach. With time, they kept going. There was no urgency of first time, but there was still a newness to it. When they both fell over, they let out a sound, as though signaling each other. They were no longer a couple. He was no longer a hero. She was no longer a sweet girl. They were not a married couple. They were not a man and a woman. They were two entities. Waiting for each other since forever, now expressing their love. And when their high was gone, they clung to each other, letting out tired breaths. And whispered just one thing,

Love you

Unaffected by the coincidence, they basked in the glow. The glow spread by their love.

It was 8 in the morning when Clark heard a knock on the gate of the fortress. He had freshened up, gotten dressed and ushered a sleepy Mia into the shower.

He opened the gate to reveal the league with the remaining bags.

Arthur: we were thinking that you will not open the gate anytime soon.

Diana: yeah. I mean. The climate is quite romantic. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be with Mia?

Clark: I was. But she needs food. And we both needed a shower.

Bruce: someone looks happy

Clark: (blushing)

Everyone: oooooh

With that, they left, saying something about how he should get back to his wife. He shook his head and went back to making chocolate pancakes and coffee. He went upstairs to find his beautiful wife in front of the gate, her hair wet and open. It reached down to her knees, he tiptoed to her and combed his fingers through her tresses. She closed her eyes and gently pressed her face into his hand. She let out a small whimper and asked him,

“what’s that smell?”

“breakfast. Chocolate pancakes and coffee.”

She cheered and rushed. He took in her outfit for the day. She had a red dress on. It had full sleeves with V-neck. It went down to her knees with a tutu skirt. The lace layers were in shades of pink and white. She had thick white stockings up to her thighs and furry kitty sippers in her feet. Her hair was towel dried but still damp. No. She would catch a cold. He gently took her tresses and started drying them on a low setting while she ate her breakfast. By the time she was finished, her hair was now flowing down into its natural curly state. He gently combed them, detangling them. After creating a mid-part in her hair, he braided her hair in two twin braids. Plain and simple. After braiding until 7/8th of her hair, he finished them off with two red hair ties. They had giant bows on them. He pulled the onyx necklace that he gave her, with her wedding ring. He adorned her with the jewelry, placing two small pearl studs in her ears. And then, he picked her up and flew to the living room. He was also dressed in a red shirt and white pants. He placed her on the couch, and quickly covered with a large blanket. He used a beanie cap for her head, covering her ears from the chilly air. That’s why he had put her hair in tight braids, making it easy for the beanie to stay. He then pulled out a white jacket from a nearby shelf and put it on her. It was thick and soft. He gently picked her up and placed her in his lap. He picked the remote and looked at her

“want to watch a movie?”

She shook her head. No.

“comedy?”

No.

“romance?”

No.

“then?”

“music”

“okay. Here. Play whatever you want.”

She took the remote and opened the music app. On the tv, he watched as she played some songs. They were all sweet and romantic. In the midst of the melodies, she started shifting and closed her eyes. He watched as she placed her head on his chest and just rested there. He knew she wasn’t asleep. But he let her be. He rested his chin on her head, letting out a breath. They remained like that for hours. After sometime, Mia looked up.

“alpha?”

“yes honey?”

“y-you said something a-about ch-children last n-night”

“yes sweetie. With any luck, you will soon be bred and have a bundle in your arms”

She looked really happy at the thought. She was going to have babies.

“really? I will have babies?!!”

Clark nodded, grinning. He had always wanted children. Now that he was getting older, he wanted to have a large number of children. But she, was still young

“but you are too young baby! Maybe we should wait some years”

Her eyes watered at that.

“no. Want b-baby. Now”

Clark grinned. If she wanted children, then he was no one to question her.

“but for that, we will have to do what we did this morning again and again.”

Mia blushed. And gave a small nod.

After sometime, they both got up. So, Clark carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. He started making bread from the scratch while simultaneously preparing hot chocolate for her. Once she had a cup of hot cocoa in her palms, he started by preparing some sauteed vegetables. With some noodles with soup. Within two hours, the meal was completely prepared. He first lined the food on the table and then placed her the table. He too sat down so that he was sitting between her legs. He gently pulled her down so that she was in his lap. He slowly started the food feeding her. While after some food only, she started burping lightly, he finished the rest of the food.

“y-you cooked t-today. But f-from now o-on, I’ll c-cook.”

He nodded. He knew that she was going to take command of the kitchen one way or another.

“but you live in metropolis. So where will I live?”

“wherever you want baby doll. Either here, or in metropolis. Whatever place suits you more.”

She nodded and asked him to take her to metropolis. He flew them baby doll down to the terrace of his apartment, and went down. He unlocked the gate and pulled her in. While he locked the gates back and baby doll turned up the heating. She went in and started looking around. The kitchen had some dirty utensils, that she instantly put in the dishwasher. After cleaning up the living room and dining room with Clark, she went inside his bedroom. She had a déjà vu situation when she was again hit with his scent. She went in touched the soft white blanket. It was as soft as velvet. There was a pile of clothes beside the bed. She picked them up and sniffed. They were his clothes. She placed them in the laundry basket, and arranged the bed, sneaking some of his scent here and there. When she was done, she was almost intoxicated by him. She went and sat with him on the couch. They were cuddling when he received a call. Clark was surprised. There was no way the JL would call him now. When he was busy with his wife. Wife. His wife. Clark grinned at the thought and pulled his phone out it was perry. He asked him to come in as it was an emergency.

Clark: mia. Baby I have to go to office.

Mia: why?

Clark: apparently there is an emergency.

Mia: okay…. When will you come back?

Clark: I don’t know sweet. If I get late, go to sleep okay. Your bedtime is 7 pm.

Mia: that’s too early

Clark gave her a glare. She hung her head down and made a grunt like noise. He kissed her head and left taking his briefcase. She went in the kitchen and made a cup of tea for herself.

In the daily planet office

When Clark reached the office, there was a state of frenzy. Everyone was busy. The printers were whirring continuously. There were loud typing sounds. He went to his colleague, Thomas, and asked what happened. Thomas was a cheery man. Even while the entire office looked like a zombie apocalypse, he looked somewhat normal. Thomas told him in a hushed voice.

“on the very day you held your post wedding reception, some photos went viral. From the justice league. Apparently, superman. The superman got married. And the entire world is in a frenzy. And all the news groups are now thrown into an extra work load.”

Clark almost chuckled. Almost. He knew this would happen. He went in to perry’s office where Lois, Tanya, Maddy, and Alina were already there. These were some of the highest ranked reporters in the team. They all were assigned different tasks. From keeping an eye on the JL to figuring out who this mystery woman was. Clark was given the task of keeping an eye on superman and wonder woman. Lois was going to keep an eye on other news groups. Maddy will keep an eye on other JL members. And Alina and Tanya will do the rest of the technical, editing work. They all were dismissed and sent to their cubicles. Maddy and Clark worked together on the JL.

Maddy: so. I am really sorry I left so early in your reception. My cousin arrived in town.

Clark: it’s okay maddu. Mia said that she liked you. In her words, you were like a senior for her.

Maddy: right. Did you tell her that we have a history together?

Clark: I did. She is okay with it. Sometimes, I feel like she is okay with almost everything.

Maddy: you are lucky. I have never seen someone so understanding.

Clark hummed and they continued working. When Maddy had first joined the team, he had been quite smitten by her. But when he realized she wasn’t his one true destiny; he had left it at that. They became good friends and then one day, he asked her out. She agreed and they dated for some months. When she told him that she saw ran into her alpha one day, he had smiled and they broke it off peacefully. It was some army veteran name captain Syverson. She called him Sy. Now they were happily dating and he had even proposed last month. The man was quite rough with Clark when Maddy insisted that they both meet. But later they warmed up and after some drinks, they became good friends.

For a long time, they kept researching. Clark opened his social media and surfed. Anyone who liked superman was going crazy. Women, men, even some lesbians. Saying that superman was national treasure. Now he was a private treasure. Many people were against his marriage, as if he belonged to them. But there were many giving him blessings as well. There was a crude theory going on, about how superman’s bride must have been some sort of slut, which is why she wore such a dark gown instead of a traditional white dress. It was later clarified that the ceremony was done as per kryptonian traditions. Many people retorted by saying that if kryptonian traditions were followed, then the marriage will not be valid on earth. But they were shut down by big masses, who supported him. Many religious groups, the pope himself, and many other leaders as well many presidents and prime ministers congratulated him.

Around 8 at night, Syverson appeared in the office. He picked his crazy tired bird, Maddy and congratulated him again for the wedding. Sometime later, when he was alone, Lois came up to him, with a scowl on her face. He prepared himself for her rant about what she assumed to be a fake wedding, when the elevator dinged. Everyone in the office turned their heads towards the sound. Even Sy and Maddy, who were on their way out, stopped. And like a movie scene, the elevator slowly opened to reveal a young woman. She had her hair in curls, falling down beyond her knees. She had a pink lace knee length dress on with full sleeves and white thigh high boots. Her face had a little makeup, almost none. Clark gasped. It was his wife. Perfect timing.

As soon as the team saw who it was, they gasped. Everyone except Lois was present at the reception. They all looked at each other. They all were in awe of her beauty. The single men had their mouths watering, while all the women were jealous of her beautiful hair, her thick hourglass shape with a layer of some fat that made her look cute. She was shorter than all of them. She had a box in her hand, wrapped in a pink napkin. When she passed them, they caught a scent of something delicious. She had brought dinner for her man. Some of the men let out a small ‘aww’ at it. She reached Clark’s desk, and smiled at him. Clark, who was meanwhile sporting a large opened mouth and horny lustful eyes, just stared at her. She set the box down and opened the napkin to reveal a large white box that smelled like food heaven. She was about to open it when Lois interrupted.

Lois: wow. Nowadays, food services are getting quite frank. But go away short slut. I can feed my boyfriend.

Mia, on the other hand, didn’t quite understand the implication, and looked at her with big eyes. Maddy, who also hated Lois with quite a passion, came up to mia and exclaimed,

“hello Mrs. Kent. How are you today?”

With that, the entire office wished her. Making sure to call her Mrs. Kent. Mia blushed and let out a small “good”.

Clark, finally out of his spell, grinned at her.

Lois: wait what? Why are you guys calling me Mrs. Kent already?”

Maddy: we aren’t calling you. We are calling her.

Clark, deciding to go with the plan Maddy was following, pulled mia down in his lap and kissed her full on the lips. Mia let out a small gasp and remained still. Clark parted from her, and pecked her cheek.

Clark: thank you, my dear wifey, for bringing your hungry husband food.

The entire office swooned and made an ‘ooooh’ sound.

And suddenly, Lois started shouting.

Lois: what do you mean wife? When did this happen?

Maddy: on 4th December. It was Clark and Mia’s joint birthday. So, they got married that day as well. We weren’t there at the wedding ceremony, but we all were at the reception.

Lois: and why was I not told of my boyfriend marrying some short bitch.

Maddy: because. A. You are a nobody for Clark. He will not even spare a glance for you. B. He is not your boyfriend. You guys broke up years ago. Since the past years, you have been continuously having casual relationships and still pretending you were Clark Kent’s girlfriend. He saw the fake person you are and broke up with you. But you refused to accept it. S, sorry to burst your bubble, but you aren’t his bitch. And. C. (slap) don’t you dare call this sweet girl any bad words. Or I will chase you down to hell.

Lois, stared at her, a look of shame written across her face. She approached Clark.

Lois: Clark. It’s okay. I understand you married her for some reason. Come on. Let’s go home. We can talk it out there. So, what if you are married. I can still be your girl.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Mia, who had stood up in this time, slapped her face.

Mia: s-sure, many people c-call me n-naïve. My p-papa calls m-me too in-innocent for the w-world. But I am n-not dumb. L-leave my a-alpha alone. Or y-you will r-regret it.

Even though mia had stuttered, her words sinked like fire in everyone’s ears. Maddy had a proud expression on her face. Sure, she was a tad bit envious of mia, but she considered her like a sister. The entire office was looking at her in awe. When they saw her in the reception, she looked like a really submissive lady. Which she was. But omegas had one bottom line. One boundary. Their pack. Their alpha and their children. And Lois had crossed that very line. Lois slowly scampered away, grumbling about how she was far better than her. When Lois was gone, mia packed the lunch back and tied the napkin. Some of the colleagues groaned at the lack of smell. Apparently, mia had made an Indian delicacy named chhole bhature for Clark. Mia quickly packed his entire stuff back and handed him the briefcase. She went to perry, who she knew was his supervisor from the reception. She told him in an angry tone.

“a-as per the l-laws regarding alpha and o-omega bonds, if a c-couple is m-marked, they can de-demand up to 7 days of l-leave per m-month, for e-each other. Other th-than the leaves m-meant for h-heats and maternity. And any a-authority cannot r-refuse these demands. I am d-demanding a 3 day leave for m-my alpha c-Clark kent, as h-his marked o-omega, mia Clark kent.”

Perry nodded, smiling. She went back to Clark and pulled on his hand. Clark stood up and looked at her curiously. She bid a good night to everyone and pulled him towards the elevator. She quickly pressed the buttons. Clark was about to speak up when she held her hand up.

“n-not a word u-until we get h-home”

Clark smartly kept his mouth shut. When they reached the parking, she dragged him to his car.

“I c-came through a c-cab. I w-wanted to s-surprise you.”, she informed angrily, before he could voice out his question. She opened the gate for the driver’s seat, took his case and shoved him in. Although, seeing how small she was, she could only make what was like a gentle push for him. She went around and sat in the passenger’s seat.

“dr-drive”

He followed her command and drove to their apartment. Once they were in the building’s parking lot, she got out, opened his gate and gestured for him to get out. He obeyed her and followed her like a small puppy to the elevator, lobby and then their house. She pulled him in, closed the gates and went to the kitchen.

“I had t-turned the w-water heater on be-before I left. Go b-bath.”

She fixed him a cup of steaming hot coffee and some cookies. She placed them down when he came in the dining room. She gestured him to sit and eat. He sat down and ate under her angry glare. Even though, while sitting, he was eye level with her, he was still slightly scared of her glare. When he finished, she pulled him in their bedroom. The room was nicely decorated with string lights and had fresh candles. She pushed him on the neat and clean bed and removed her white jacket. She threw it in to his work desk and climbed on the bed. Correction. Climbed on him. She straddled him and grabbed his hand. She placed it on to her back.

“unzip”

Clark followed, loving where this was going. When he gently peeled the dress down, he saw her large breasts in front of, trapped in a black bra. She moved and threw the dress with the jacket. She turned to him and removed the barrette clip, let her free. She placed both her hands beside his neck, her hair falling a chocolate-colored curtain around him. From the scattered light, he saw her eyes were closed. She then gently asked a question, in a broken voice.

“me or her?”

Clark looked at her in question. Was she actually asking him to choose?

“of course, you sweetie. I love you. You’re my omega, my soulmate. How can you even give me the option of choosing someone over you?”

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She lowered herself and kissed him. He closed his eyes and kissed her pack. She used one hand slowly opened his shirt, her hand touching every inch of skin. She kept gently kissing him, her hand roaming over his furry chest. When the buttons were all undone, he got up and stripped it off. She again pushed him back and you? spread her small paws all over his shoulders and started rubbing her panty clad pussy over his thigh. He groaned when she started riding him. In fact, she didn’t know what she was doing. But she liked it. Her alpha had chosen her today. And she was happy about it. But she was also angry at that girl who was trying to take her pack away from her. Maybe she needed something to keep him. A child perhaps. But he said that they would have to do mating again and again. But it hurts. But feels so good. She made up her mind after some thoughts. She will do anything to get a child. Even if it meant she would do it herself. She pushed her thoughts back and took her hands away from him. She quickly unhooked her bra and threw it off. She presses her naked body onto him, hoping he would like it. When he groaned, she took that as a yes and rubbed her hands down his torso. She opened his pants and pushed them down. He took the sign and shoved his pants down. When they were gone and he was only in his briefs, she slowly placed her hands on the band. She looked at him for permission. When he nodded, she pushed his briefs down. It was easy now. He was laying down while she was sitting upright on his thighs. She gently took his enormous length in both her hands. It was slightly curved at the top. She wondered how does it fit inside her. There were some white drops on the top. She collected some on her pinky finger, making him groan. She brought her finger to her mouth and looked at it. It was covered in a pearly white liquid. She rubbed it on the underside of him, and he let out a loud groan. In his defense, he was really aroused by the thought of his little wife touching him. She slowly wrapped her palms around him. Even with both hands, she cannot cover it. She applied a little pressure and glided her hands down. He moaned. She brought them back up. She was trying to concentrate hard, making sure she didn’t mess up. Speaking of mess up, the white fluid was again collecting on the top. Suddenly something came over her, and she licked it up. Her alpha shouted and out of nowhere, long streams of white fluid was shooting up from him, landing on her breasts. She watched as it all dripped down to her navel. There was a lot of it.

Clark was in heaven. Just a few touches and already made him cum once. And that too heavily. It took him some time to get back on his rails, which was surprising as he usually had an almost instantaneous recovery rate.

While mia was confused. She had felt him shoot something inside her last night. But not outside. She looked at him in doubt. Did she do something wrong? Her alpha looked really pleased. So maybe, not?

He opened his eyes back to look at a sight straight out of hell. There sat his wife, clad in a black panty, with his cum all over her breasts. He looked at her with lust in his eyes. She felt something jerking in her hand. It was his………cock. It felt strange. She slowly removed her panties, which were wet in the center. She blushed. Did she do that? Her coochie felt really soft and moist. She sat down on his……cock. He groaned and gently held it up beneath her. She aligned her ……pussy with it and slowly sank down. It gradually breached her entrance. She sank down, pausing every now and then to take a deep breath and calm herself. Her alpha had his hands behind his head, letting her do all the work. After he was fully in, she went up and then down again. She kept doing this. Eventually, it started to feel good. Really good. She fastened herself, and it felt better. She felt herself tighten around him. She kept going up and down on him continuously. Lewd sounds were coming out of her mouth. She was groaning and moaning. She said something intelligible, probably in Bulgarian, her first language. She kept going faster, until she felt her tummy tighten. She groaned as something solid appeared on her entrance. Knot. To keep it all in. She moved her hips back and forth, and suddenly felt something gush out of her. She watched as a lot of fluids shot up from her in a large fountain-like flow. She half screamed; half moaned. And suddenly, she felt him shoot the same fluid as before in her. She let out a loud ‘alpha’ collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. With a small, love you, they both fell to sleep. Completely exhausted and tired, they didn’t even bother with a cleanup. After all, they will wake up in a few hours to repeat what they just did.

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