Clark is a big snuggler. He wants to be curled around you all the time. And if he can’t be clinging to you like a friggen koala, he will hold on to his pillow. He is absolutely adorable when he sleeps and is also a very peaceful sleeper, once he feels secure.
Clark wants to be by your side. You make him feel safe. He wants you to hold him, too. Oh to be nuzzled into you with your arms around him is perfection.
He needs to always be touching you when he sleeps. He’ll wake up when you are out of reach and whimper when you have to get up for whatever reason.
Duuuude, what would happen if omega Bruce got omega Clark pregnant or vice versa???? Like, I saw it was unlikely on your index, but like, not impossible ;D I'm dying to know
Babies. Babies would happen.
It’s not going to happen at the frequency of an alpha/omega couple having unprotected sex, but an omega does have some sperm and if he’s heaping it into his super fertile/on heat omega partner… pregnancies might just happen.
I assume if this happens Bruce and Clark have planned to get pregnant and may be going down the ‘whichever of us gets pregnant first’ road. What they didn’t plan on was them both getting pregnant at roughly the same time. :P
Since I’m a fan of you omegaverse on Ao3 and the little post you have going on in tumblr, feel like asking how would Bruce act and react around Clark if he (or when he) discovers the secret baby thing. What if he made the numbers and discovered that during the fight Clark was already pregnant? I’m sorry for asking this but I can help it, the angst is all I have in my heart rn
I’m not entirely sure which AU you’re referring to. I am guessing this one but it’s been over a year since I got an ask for it so I’m both surprised and flattered you a) remembered it or b) went back through my stuff and found it.
Bruce would be horrified if he’d fought - physically fought, kryptonite and all - with Clark while the man was pregnant. After all the issues regarding Clark’s deception that realisation would probably drive Bruce to really reconsider his treatment of Clark and the messy way their relationship came together. There would be a lot of guilt… and a lot of healing too.
I think you did this already, because its the natural progression of the (very hot) alpha/alpha superbat fic (which i loved) but what about omega omega? Superman would have to have kept it secret-- farm folks know a thing or two and martha couldve gotten Clark hormone blockers or perfumes he could at least use in costume. They always end up together no matter what caste, of course. Alternatively, the same setup but an identity porn thing where maybe clark and bruce were banging obliviously
Omega/omega Superbat? Is that what you’re asking for, anon? Really? Is that… that’s really what you’re asking. Oh God… I am so happy! It has happened! It has finally happened!
For you, anon, I am writing a ficlet. It may be small, shitty, and smutty but I hope you feel my happiness and love in it.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”
Clark pulled back. “Are y–?”
Bruce grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved him back down between his legs. Clark didn’t need to be told twice.
He pressed his mouth back up against Bruce and swirled his tongue around the twitching pucker of muscle. When Bruce made a sound somewhere between another ‘fuck’ and a strangled groan he reached up and pushed three fingers in. No prep. No need. Bruce was ready. He could taste it.
It didn’t take long after that.
“You bastard,” Bruce croaked as he came. “You b-ah…”
Clark peeked up between his legs to cock a grin. “Oh, babe. You haven’t felt nothing yet.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. Still foggy with pleasure but piercing regardless. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you.”
His grin sharpened. “Hm. Yes please. But first…”
He reached for the toy knot sitting on the bed beside him and slipped it into Bruce’s still slick opening. He took it easily. Of course he would. Clark hadn’t twisted the base yet.
When he did Bruce’s eyes fluttered closed and muscles twitched as the bulb inflated inside him. Filling him and triggering what looked like a second softer orgasm.
When he first met Batman he would have laughed if anyone told him he was an omega. Clark had been young then. Stupid. If he was honest, looking back, he hadn’t wanted there to be another omega in the Justice League. He’d wanted to be the only one. He’d wanted to have that.
But then he found out about Bruce and… well… needless to say he didn’t mind sharing a caste with this man. Not one bit.
He crawled up Bruce’s body, settled himself over the man’s hips, and reached back to pull him into alignment.
Bruce’s gazed up at him. Eyes fierce, lips peeled back from his teeth in a defiant sneer, and body twitching as he fought the relaxing pressure of the false knot inside him. That was the best part. The way Bruce always fought the pleasure Clark gave him.
Because fucking Bruce… being fucked by Bruce… it was as much a dominance brawl as the alphas butting heads in the Watchtower.
He sunk back on Bruce’s cock and let his eyes drift shut. Let himself bliss out on the sensation of it. Let himself revel in the feel of the length inside him as he began to move.
This was what he wanted. This was what he needed. This was him being a selfish arsehole, riding Bruce’s sure to be super-sensitive cock so soon after coming, but he didn’t care… not just then.
Bruce’s fingers drove into his hips. Hard. Hard enough that if Clark was anyone else he would have a matching set of brutal bruises. But he wasn’t anyone else and he let Bruce know it. Rode him faster. Harder.
“God Bruce. I love your cock. You have no idea. You have…” he shuddered as the onset of orgasm clenched tight between his legs. “Fuck I…”
He slammed down into the mattress and blinked in shock as he saw Bruce roll on top of him.
Clark had to hand it to him… there was no way Clark would be climbing on top of anyone with a knot inside him. He would just lie back and drink in the pleasure.
Bruce clearly didn’t feel the same way.
The man hitched Clark’s legs around his hips, sunk back into him, and started trusting. His eyes were hungry. Snarl savage. But through it all Clark could see a spark of triumph in him.
“I was getting bored of being under you, Kent.”
Clark opened his mouth to say something but just moaned instead. Shit. He wanted to win this one. He almost never wins. He wanted to win this one. But he couldn’t bring himself to kick Bruce off him just then. Not when..
He shook as his orgasm finally hit. He arched off the mattress, made an embarrassingly high pitched keen, and almost sobbed as he felt Bruce’s teeth at his neck. Not his omega gland. His jugular. I win, that bite said. You’re down. You’re open. You’re mine.
God, he hated him. And loved him. He loved him so much. But mostly he hated him.
“You bastard.”
Bruce chuckled, followed his bite with a kiss, and rolled off him to pick up the toy knot which… when had he taken that out? It didn’t matter. It was Clark’s turn to wear it and he couldn’t help but eagerly spread his legs to accept it.
Hello Evilpixie :Di don´t now if you remember me but a used to read your fics and write you reviews. Anyway i´m a big fan of your work. I´m from México, and i really love omegaverse and superbat, so after reading your work you inspire me and i decide to write my own omegaverse making Clark an omega and Bruce an Alfa, with all his kids. I thought Clark would be a perfect omega, strong, safe, good, kind, beautiful omega. The power of god in a omega that everybody whats to control.
Oh yes! Clark would be a wonderful omega. I would love to read that.
I came up with some ideas for an omegaverse in which Bruce and Clark’s caste were reversed here, here and here. I don’t know if they help or not but I thought I would share just in case.
Thanks so much for sending the message and let me know if you ever post your omegaverse so I can smother it with love and kudos. :D
