#venomandvigor

I have a specific vision of Clark pausing to ask you if you think Bruce deserves to cum after he cut down your screen time.

I also feel like they'd ask about what you were reading, just to call your bluff.

I imagine it starts with sitting in Bruce’s study, lounging on one of the velvet couches while he’s at his desk working on a merger for a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises. After a long day in the office, Bruce wanted to keep you in his line of sight — watching you through a screen wasn’t going to cut it now that he was home. Clark would be on the way from Metropolis any minute now and once he was home, your peace and quiet would fly out the same window he comes in from.

Clark made a beeline for Bruce the moment he flew in, only muttering a quick ‘Hi, Honey’ before he had Bruce spread out on his desk. They eventually moved to the couch next to you, rocking the whole thing as you bounced in tandem on your side. Clark had been whining for you for a while, begging to have you even just look at them.

Bruce groaned your name as Clark bent him over the arm of the couch. Their rhythm rocked the couch again as you white knuckled the book in your hand. Bruce’s hand was warm against your abdomen as he slipped his hand up your shirt.

“Take it off,” he groaned, smirking when you dared to make eye contact. “Don’t be shy.”

“Wanna hear you,” Clark huffed as he rolled his hips against Bruce. “Read out loud, let us hear that pretty voice.”

Bruce can’t physically keep up with Clark’s stamina, but that doesn’t mean he’ll neglect him. Clark is all but panting and writhing next to you, head turned towards you while Bruce stroked him.

“Sit on my face,” he whined, eyes screwing shut as Bruce rubbed his thumb over his tip. “Please. I’ll do all the work. You just have to-to sit there and let me-“

His moan cut him off as he came, making a mess of his abdomen and Bruce’s hand.

Maybe you don't know Bruce's nightly habit. He always cleans you up before you wake. It isn't until he's gone a few nights that you notice something missing. You keep waking up antsy, pent up and irritable. You think it's some kind of withdrawal.

You confront him on his return. He wants to resume your nightly routine, but you're putting up a fight. You know that isn't a normal sleep drug; the effects are all over the place. He demands to know what effects you're talking about. All the worry melts off his face as you describe your "symptoms". He'll fix this. All you have to do is lie back, and let him show you what you're missing.

ooooh my god. yeah I think that's probably how that would go. It's hard for him not to chuckle as he watches your face change from confused as he slides between your legs, to scared as he suckles on your clit, to horrified as you bask in the afterglow and realize all those nasty feelings are all gone. he probably establishes some kind of schedule for orgasms after that, reminding you of how cranky you got last time your needs were neglected every time you complain.

I’d like to think that omegas CAN claim each other, but you have to refresh the bites during every heat because they’re not as potent of a bond…Poor Bruce tries, he really does. He is NOT a fan of the idea of sharing you with an alpha, especially during your heat. Again, with his self-flagellating guilt, Bruce finds it necessary to suffer as a means of earning your love. He charged himself with the duty of your care and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t see it through.

At first, he tries with an inflating knot strap. The fullness gets your wailing down to pitiful whimpers and clutching him closer him than you would normally allow. It’s a small mercy, but it’s not nearly enough to satiate you. Bruce is lacking an alpha’s scent, so he has the boys scent a blanket to wrap you in the next time you’re begging for a knot. Better for sure, but still not good enough.

Your stressed and desperate pheromones are seeping into every corner of the manor, putting your brothers on edge. Jason is the only one willing to stand toe-to-toe with Bruce over you, demanding that he let one of them in to actually help you. It’s a cruel, sick joke to force you off your heat suppressants and deny you any of the four alphas who are more than willing to knot you properly. Bruce hates to admit that Jason is right, but it's not that simple to him. He tries having them sit in on him faux-knotting you, hoping their presence and scents would be enough to soothe you. As he suspected, it was not that simple. Four alpha egos being kept in check was no easy task, and unfortunately, your begging for even a small touch made it even worse. Needless to say, your dad was out of options.

When Clark introduced the two of you, he was hoping the two of you would be friendly. He knows you’re so lonely on the farm when he’s not there, but it can’t helped. Kon was supposed to be a friend for you (and an extra set of eyes for him.), provide companionship he knew he couldn’t. He just wasn’t expecting Kon to try to provide everything for you.

Poor Kon just reeks of desperation when he’s around you. He wants to kiss you the way Clark gets to, wants to hold you close, and hear all the sweet things you tell him when you’re settling in for the night. You’ve made your peace with your Pa and just try to make the best of your situation now, it’s the only way you know how to stay sane anymore. Pa’s a gentleman through and through — that much you can handle. It’s the least he can do for you. Kon is just too inexperienced to be the right fit for you, not after how good Clark is to you.

That doesn't mean he won't give you a little push, when he's got you in his lap, trapped on his knot. You're all fucked out and needy for touch, and you must be thirsty. It's right there for you. You can drink straight from the tap.

Ohhh my gosh Pa absolutely calls you Pup when he’s feeling particularly authoritative with you…he means Business when he calls you it.

Him feeding you throughout your heat so you don’t have to leave your nest or his knot…everything you need is right here with him and he’s more than willing to give it to you. I imagine when you finally give into your instincts and feed from him, he talks you through it like he would when his fingers are between your legs.

“There you go, that’s it.”

“Take what you need, sweetheart.”

Genuinely, I think Bruce is a selfish little rat who wants to see you willingly moan and writhe in his nest. He never admits it, though; I don’t think even he realizes that he feels this way either. He justifies it by claiming that there’s no reason for you to take it anymore; they can deal with your heats just fine in the house. I imagine it probably suppresses your instincts on some level, too, and Bruce selfishly doesn’t want that either. If you're more in tune with your instincts, the easier it is to use the boys' alpha commands against you and make you weak in the pack. He wants you to be in your natural, vulnerable state and dependent on the pack so you can't leave even if you wanted to.

All I can think about is the boys commanding you to stay in the house, stay in Bruce's nest, come scent them, etc. They are absolutely abusing their powers, except maybe Jason...he'll use it on occasion when he thinks your safety is at risk, but he really tries not to be selfish with it.