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How would you go about writing omega Jason with Alpha Dick?

Man oh man- Omega!Jason with Alpha!Dick is always such a bop.

It depends really! I see so many fics with insecure Jason thinking Dick is too good for him which is nice and definitely in character- but sometimes it makes me crave the other end of the spectrum?

Like a confident, sexy Jason who teases Dick with his scent and body until the alpha wants to implode? I also like the idea of Jason being raised by an Omeganist!Alfred and Omega!Talia to be badass, sassy and sensual. Bras? Suppressants? Painful heats?

Not for Jason Todd!

He embraces his Omega-ninity and it wreaks havoc on Dick's hormones. Dick being a more conservative alpha would definitely find himself overwhelmed but enamored!

Here's something playful with a clumsy Alpha!Dick and confident pack Omega!Jason!

Tiddies Out - JayDick

Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaDick, OmegaJason, Pining, Crack treated Seriously, Lactating, Heat Cycles, Omega Tim, Alpha Bruce, Pup Damian- Just Dick being an obvious pining idiot and Jason enjoying his reactions-

Jason doesn’t mind being an omega. How could he when it’s one of the superior options? While Alpha’s often lost themselves to aggression during rutting season and beta’s scrambled to placate them- Omega’s got to sit back and watch the show.

Being the object of an alpha’s fascination has many perks. First off? The gifts. Lavish offerings make their way to him with little to no effort. Weaponry from Talia, Expensive silks and poisons from Ras, The latest tech from Tim and Bruce. It's an endless parade really. One of the few things that make this more bearable to put up with.

He’s a heavy milker. Always has been.

Maybe it’s from growing up in an abusive household. Perhaps it's in response to being closer to the pack’s pups or hell, maybe his body is just gearing up for the imaginary children it wants to have. Regardless of the reason Jason’s tits are aching.

They seem extra tender tonight. The cold dingy air does little to ease the tension under his armor. He shifts and the way his pads squish under bullet proof chest plates is a pain. He curses and tries to ignore it. Something that’s getting harder as the cotton under his clothing reaches its limit. Tsk- 4 hours his ass. It’s barely been 2 and he’s about to make a mess of his gear.

As annoying as it is. He reluctantly reaches into his kit to get two fresh napkins to change. Other omega’s might be shy to do this in public but Jason has always been more practical about it. Breasts are breasts, no reason to get all crazy about it.

Though it probably didn’t hurt that Jason himself had a nice rack. He knows what the other heroes say about him behind his back. His figure has never been more appreciated than now in his prime. The dip in the pit did wonders at helping him bulk up. Thighs thick, emphasising his trim waist. In the throws of season his ample chest gives him an illusion of an hourglass figure. While some people would say omega’s should be small and dainty, he has yet to meet an alpha or beta who can resist him.

Not to be vain but he is nothing else if not attractive.

He’s got his top half way off when the sound of a near violent thud echoes out in the darkness. The hiss of pain gives away the alpha before his scent can. Jason doesn’t even turn in his direction. Instead he keeps his attention on the sopping pads under the compression shirt. He hisses as the gentle adhesive pulls from his throbbing mamories.

“ You alright over there goldie? “

He gets a groan for an answer. A nicer person would have maybe let the other man know about his current state of undress. Too bad that Jason isn’t exactly known for being ‘nice’. He carefully wraps up one cotton cloth. Once he’s clean and dry, he applies another. It’s quick and easy work. The slight chill does wonders against his flush skin.

The worn form of Nightwing crawls from the side of the building. There’s a pretty good bruise on his cheek Jason is 90% sure that the acrobat had a less than graceful landing. He’s always been weird about nudity. Even back when they mostly had the same parts. He rolls his eyes as the man pointedly tries not to look at him. He can’t help scoffing at the false modesty.

“ Hood. You shouldn’t do this out in the open like this. Anyone could see you. “

Everyone knows Jason is an omega, by extension that means Red Hood. It’s one of the reasons why his territory is so well protected. No one wants to cross an omega. While the fangs in their mouths were now more for scruffing kits, no one had forgotten the days when they were for hunting prey and tearing out throats.

He would flash his at Dick but he’s wearing his helmet and would probably just looks stupid. He manages to get the other pad off. It’s absolutely drenched. His left teet is definitely working harder than the right. The sheer weight of the cotton makes a loud squelch as it hits the little plastic bag at his feet.

He snorts. “ And you know what they’d say N? Best tits in Gotham. “

The alpha’s face is anything but amused. The furrow of his brow and spike in his scent is territorial and aggressive. It’s laughable really considering the fact that between the two of them, Jason is actually the one in charge of protecting the pack. It’s all a part of being the lead omega.

Whether Bruce or Dick want to accept it or not.

“ Stop objectifying yourself like that. “

Jason enjoys the feeling of being clean and dry as he gets the other cotton adhesive on. It’s a welcome sensation. Especially when he straightens his armor and it’s a little less chafing and tight.

“ It’s only objectication if I say I’m only a nice pair of tits Wing. Luckily I’ve got a nice set of thighs too.“

He pays Dick no mind as he stands and packs away his used pads to be thrown away later. He might have to call it an early night at the rate. With the way fall is quickly approaching his heat is just dying to make an appearance. Perhaps he could get away with offering himself to the foster system. With the amount of milk he’s making now it would be better for the pups who need it to benefit instead of it all going to the trash.

“ Hood! “ The sound is a scandalized growl. It’s funny enough that Jason throws his head back and laughs free and clear. With the voice modulator it’s mean and menacing. Amusement bubbles in his chest. He can’t help taking off his helmet so that Dick can take in just how wide his smile is.

“ Sorry Wing. I’m a pretty girl. What can I say? “

Talia is nothing but progressive. While many omega’s in the west suffer from low self esteem. Jason learned his worth quickly. Confidence is beauty. The more one loves themselves, adores them selves and takes time to know themselves the more they blossom. It’s a deep healing that not everyone gets to understand. A privilege for a few chosen omegas. He cocks his head and smiles and see’s the exact moment Dick starts losing his footing in the conversation.

The alpha is tongue tied.

“ That’s not what I mean and you know it Hood. “

Jason shrugs. Once he’s got his stuff away he’s ready to run roofs and actually get some work done.

“ Sorry Goldie. It’s 2021 and haven’t you heard? Red Hood says free the tiddies. “

He doesn’t wait for a response as he makes a running start towards the edge of the building. It’s always such a thrill. He tucks a bit to clear the gap. The moment his legs touch the concrete the sound is silent despite the bulk of his frame. Dick calls after him but he loses the words in the wind. Laughter bubbles up in his throat. He wouldn’t be a prude just because his family wanted to be sexually repressed more than they wanted to be happy.

Dick doesn’t try to catch up with him and Jason finishes the night patrolling with Tim and Stephanie.

He manages to get an entire three hours out of the next set of pads. Instead of changing out in the open he accepts Alfred’s invitation back at the manor for a warm bath and cookies. Tim stares at his chest while Jason gets himself decent.

Tim is a gorgeous omega, with a slender petite frame and porcelain doll-like features. He always seems to get shy in the presence of Jason’s more unconventional curves.

Jason knows what low self esteem looks like. The younger omega wears it no matter how much bravo he tries to exude. Jason brushes against him briefly and lightly. His usual fragrance is marshmellowy from the sweetness of milk that clings to it.

There’s an immediate blush as Tim ducks away. Clearly he’s embarrassed from being caught. Though in reality where is the shame in a little boob appreciation amongst omegas?

“ You know Timmy, you gotta stop wearing bras. Maybe if you show a glimpse of those pretty pink nips Kon would take the hint. “

Tim goes red from his ears to his chest. Jason can practically see the steam coming from his ears. He slaps his hands over his petite breast quick enough to hurt. Jason wants to let him scamper off but instead he presses into his space even more. Long gone is the perfume of pup, now that Tim has come fully into his omega hood. Every day his scent leans more and more towards caramel and sugar.

“ Uhg you’re such a jerk. “

Tim tries to dodge out of his hold but Jason gets him anyway. The omega yelps and Jason ducks him right between each swollen peck. They are red and tender from patrol. He hasn’t put on new pads yet so some milk beads at his nipples. The little shriek Tim lets out is hilarious.

“ You’re going to get milk in my hair! Jason stop- God you suck- “

The omega fights and Jason lets him go before the two actually get into it. It’s light and playful. Well for the most part. Tim gets some milk on his face and the teen honest to God looks terrified. He curses all the way to the shower stall to take another quick bath all while Jason cackles at his misfortune.

“ I swear to God, when I start milking I'm going to get you back Ten fold! “

Jason rolls his eyes. As if.The last thing Jason’s afraid of is milk. It’s a natural thing. God everyone in this pack is repressed.

“ We’ll see about that Timberella! “

The omega hisses and Jason has to hold back a laugh as he leaves the shower. He’s so light and high from the interaction that he completely for gos a shirt. Not that he really wants to wear one. Not with how milk heavy and tender his chest is. Alfred’s always been pretty cool about it too. Being from the 60’s and all that jazz.

Jason maybe gets half way through the cave before the sound of metal crashing draws his attention. Dick walks cleanly into one of the metal tables in the middle of the lab space, knocking over tools and gadgets.

Bruce is thoroughly unimpressed from where he’s helping Damian stretch before bed. He’s in half of his costume, suppressors and scent blockers gone. The sheer disappointment in Damian’s gaze is astonishing.

“ Richard, please control yourself. “

The alpha looks like a deer caught in headlights, his mortification absolutely palpable in the air.

Jason does catch his eyes on his chest though. He smirks and sees the moment horror grows in those bright blue eyes. Instead of heading towards the stairs he decides to circle back towards the group.

Bruce chuffs from his position on the floor. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing but does tilt towards him in reverence. It’s been the biggest change in their dynamic. Bruce finally learning to respect Jason as not only a pack mate, but the pack omega. He greets him with a scenting.

Unlike Dick the alpha seems to pay little attention to his milking.

Damian’s puppy nose twitches as he leans towards him. It makes his heart flutter really. While Damian would never ask, Jason has thought of offering his breast many times. While Technically too old for it, they’ve all done their fair share of growing up too quickly. Something that Jason Laments as well as appreciates.

He scents Damian more thoroughly than Bruce, making him bristle. The boy tries to move out of his hold, hands swatting him away.

“ Todd cease your pestering immediately! If I smell of milk my peers will assume I still breastfeed. “

Jason snorts and pulls back from the prickly pup. Bruce gets a stupid fond look on his face and for a brief moment he feels it echoing on his lips.

“ And what’s wrong with that? If your pack omega is milking of course as a pup you’re welcome to it. “

Damian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His mouth opens in disbelief. Clearly, Damian in fact did not know that. Bruce stares as well, his scent turning into a sweet blend of ‘love-admiration-awe’. It draws a shiver up Jason’s spine. The tender mix of affection from his pack blankets over him like a net of spun sugar.

Jason doesn’t know why he feels drawn to look at Dick. The alpha hasn’t said anything in the past minute. He cuts his gaze to the stone still alpha and his heart flutters in excitement. The looks of jealousy and want is so strong that his intentions sparkle clear like aquamarine in shallow ocean waters.

The alpha is so much more honest when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.

He grins at Dick.

The alpha immediately shrinks in shame and embarrassment.

“ And of course any alpha spending my heat with me. “

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kindaangelic · 4 years

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The Ghost of Wayne Manor

For the first time in years, Jason Todd walked into Wayne Manor, his erstwhile home.

Well. Snuck in.

Launching himself through a window that he had jimmied open, Jason landed softly on his toes, like a cat. Through the eyeholes of his helmet, he took in the sight of what was once his bedroom.l, his sanctum sanctorum-

Wait.

This wasn't his room.

Jason looked around at his surroundings, taking note of the rumpled bedspread (disgraceful), the boxers on the bed (Jason was a briefs man), and the plushie elephant on the pillow.

Oh no. He was in Dick's bedroom.

Through his panic, Jason heard the shower in the attached bathroom turn off, and the sound of Dick's singing grow clearer. Suddenly, he was out, only a tiny fluffy towel around his bum to hide his modesty.

Jason might have thrown up a little bit at the sight of mostly-naked bro, but Dick had spotted him and was screaming.

Jason legged it out of the room, even as Dick screamed “Intruder!”

Jason stumbled out only as far as the hallway before the lights all went out. Damn, someone had activated a security protocol. He was locked in.

Jason sprinted down the hallway, losing himself in the maze that was Wayne Manor. Just when he thought that he was safe, Jason saw a pale, otherworldly figure fluttering in the distance. It was slim and short, perhaps a Victorian era child, judging from the billowing white chemise it was wearing.

Please don't be an ancient Wayne ghost, Jason thought, as the figure fixed him with its pale, owlish eyes. Okay, definitely ghost, but maybe it was nice-

“Heck!” Jason cried, as the ghost raised its hands, and summoned whip like tendrils from the walls, which lashed out at Jason. Dodging expertly, Jason ran backwards, losing himself again.

Just when he thought that he had escaped the spectre, Jason startled to see it again, this time with blood dripping sluggishly down it's overlong white shirt. Once again, the spectre raised its hand, and this time, a gas filled the hallway, rendering Jason's limbs useless and leaden by his side.

As Jason felt his consciousness dimming, he saw the ghost drawing closer and closer, while strange tendrils wrapped around Jason from behind, holding him down-

*-*-*-*-*

When Jason awoke, it was in the medway in the Batcave, and to the extremely unpleasant sight of a still mostly naked Dick sighing next to him, the only difference being that he now had a towel wrapped around his wet hair.

“Oh, little wing,” Dick sighed, “why do you always have to do things the hard way? Why didn't you use use the door?”

Jason scuttled back from Dick, whose wet, glistening body was inching closer for a hug. He was not about to become part of the fanfics that Roy so enjoyed.

“Dick you boob, put on some clothes,” he growled.

“Yes, Dick, put on some clothes,” Bruce's voice came.

Jason looked up at Bruce, who.was standing on his other side, looking a strange mix of bemused and upset. “Jason-”

“Stop,” Jason growled, skittering the other way, and consequently closer to Dick. Ah well, at least he was the lesser evil. “Don't you dare try to play nice with- ARGH!” Jason stopped mid-sentence, pointing at the pale apparition that had appeared at the end of his sickbed, and clung to Dick's moist shoulders.

Dick looked over and frowned. “Timmy, why are you wearing Bruce's shirt?”

Jason stared at the spectre, which shrugged. “Laundry day.”

“What is that thing!” Jason demanded, pointing.

“Don't be rude, Jason,” Bruce chastised. “This is Tim. Tim, who is for some reason wearing my dress shirt and has dropped pizza sauce onto it.”

“Can't stop, won't stop,” Tim said, brandishing a floppy slice of pizza from.behind his back and biting into it.

“Wait, this is Tim?” Jason asked. “This is my replacement?”

“Don't say that, Jason,” Bruce said, sounding pained. “Nothing would ever replace you in my heart. You're my son, just like Dick, and now Tim. I love you, lad, no matter what.”

Jason chose to ignore his feelings in favour of staring at Tim, who was chewing placidly. He was meant to kill this wisp of a twink-

“Ow,” Jason grumbled, rubbing his leg. He looked at the wound that the weird tendrils from the wall had given him.

“Ah, you stumbled upon Timmy's state of the art home security system,” Tim said, noting Jason's wounds. “You like?”

“No I don't like,” Jason barked at an unfazed Tim, “You assaulted me, you Victorian ghost child!”

“Timmy's not a ghost, Jay” Dick said. “Are you sure that the knockout gas isn't messing with you?”

“That, or it was the hentai monster that grabbed me as I fell,” Jason grumbled.

“That was me, Jay,” Dick said, sounding hurt.

“Oh,” Jason said, and registed the touch of tendrils in his hair. “Hentai tentacles!” Jason shrieked, and batted the tentacles away, spinning around.

“Those were my fingers, Jason,” Bruce rumbled, and Jason thought that perhaps he ought to stop reading Roy's fanfics before bedtime.

“Tee hee,” Tim giggled sinisterly.

Bruce glared at his eldest and youngest. “Dick, let go of Jason and wear some clothes, please. Tim, take off my clothes and wear something else.”

When the boys had slunk off, Bruce looked dubiously at Jason. “Jason-”

“Hurl.”

Bruce frowned, but continued. “-I don't know why you broke in, but you should know that one one not normally invade their own home. You can just walk in, lad. It'll save you from seeing Dick in the nude again.”

Jason shuddered. Would he ever be whole again? Perhaps never. At least Roy would have more fodder for his ao3 account.

“Whatever,” Jason grumbled in response. Bruce stared at Jason for a second before bending down and pressing a kiss to his hair. Super duper gross, Jason thought, cringing.

“You should sleep,” Bruce suggested, throwing the blanket over Jason, “Tim's new knockout gas formulation is fast acting, but also long lasting. There'll be some dizziness.”

Jason felt sleep come over him again, and distantly noted Brice sitting down beside him, and Dick and Tim slipping back in, the eels.

As he slipped into dreamland, Jason could not help but feel at peace with his place in the world, in his family.

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