#JayDickWeek

[pechaghtlecha]

Trapped together 🙏

That turn on Dickie, no provs, not doubts 👍✨

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[kadriiart]

Day 4: Arranged Marriage

But Jason stole the husband against him will (they say)

It may not be 100% finished, but I needed to post it KDJKDS reference:

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[bunniesrule6]

Jaydick Week Day 2- Possessiveness/Protectiveness 🐺

Werewolf Jay refuses to leave Dickie’s side when he’s hurt. It doesn’t matter if Dick is asleep, Jason will still watch over him, making sure he doesn’t have any nightmares. ❤️💙

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[tnevmucric]

for your father (for my father) on ao3, @jaydick-week 2025 day 5; 'reverse robins'

“think it hurt?” dick is as 12 as he is 19. jason stares at him incredulously. “6 feet of rebar literally shot through his body.”

[whoevenheckinknows]

If He's Anything Like Me (JayDickWeek Day 6 & OJTW Day 5)

AO3

Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Tags: jaydickweek2025, omegajasontoddweek 2025, ojtw 2025, jaydickweek day 6, ojtw day 5, dimension travel, jason is insecure, Non-traditional Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega Jason Todd, alpha dick Grayson, omega dick Grayson, no beta we die like jason todd, Do not post to other sites, Cross-Posted on tumblr, POV Third Person

Summary: When Jason gets sent to another dimension while chasing a magician, he runs into the Nightwing and Red Hood of that dimension. Because of this, he has to face some insecurities about himself and his feelings towards his own Dick Grayson.

A/N: So, I had a fic I was supposed to finish and post for Wednesday, but I got really into it and started worldbuilding and so I've been working on that a lot. I'll post it when its finished, and still put it in the OJT and JD week series/collection cause that's what its for.

But enough about Wednesday, have this piece for today!

JayDickWeek Day 6: Fairytale/Mythology AU | Batman!Dick/Jason | Time/Dimension Travel

OmegaJasonToddWeek Day 5: Emergency/Critical Heat/Rut | Ivy's Pollen Turns Omega Slick Addictive | Omegas are the Hunters During Mating Chases | Jason is Insecure

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Most of the time, Jason loves being the Red Hood. He loves the satisfaction of ending those who think they can take advantage of others. Of taking down rapists, and those who think they can mess with omegas or kids. He loves the power he feels as people tremble before him, as if he's a terrifying alpha about to rip out their throats for doing wrong. He loves the thrill of swinging through Crime Alley, knowing that this is his city, and those below him are his people, the ones he protects with his all

But sometimes. Some fucking times. Jason fucking hates it.

Like right now.

He's swinging through Gotham, long since passing the boundary out of Crime Alley, in pursuit of a magician who's wreaking havoc throughout the city. Hood caught wind of him after he hurt one of the working girls in his territory. Tonight he finally caught sight of him, and hell if he's letting the man out of his sight.

Of course, leaving his territory means he's bound to run into a bat or two in the process.

"Heyya, Hood. Lovely night for a swing, huh?" Nightwing's cheery voice cuts through his coms, and Hood doesn't need to look over to see the man swinging beside him.

"I'm busy, Dickwing, so either help me or fuck off."

"What's the situation?" Nightwing's tone is still far too cheery for Hood, but he can hear the slight alpha growl in his throat.

"Fucking magician." He shoots back. "Hurt one of my girls a few nights ago and I finally caught sight of him. Pursuing him now."

"Why didn't you call for backup?" Something in Nightwing's tone raises Hood's hackles and he bares his teeth. Doesn't matter that Nightwing can't see it with the helmet on.

"I don't need to crawl to some fucking alpha every time I'm in pursuit of someone." Hood snarls. "I can handle myself just fine."

Jason fucking hates this feeling. The feeling of being looked down on just because of one fucking part of him. Sure. Jason's an omega. But goddamnit, he can handle himself. He's strong and capable, and he's killed dozens of supposedly stronger alphas, no problem.

It's worse that it's Dick. Because this is the type of behavior Jason would have been thrilled to have aimed at him before. Back when he was just a pup in a new home who just wanted the alpha to care for him and protect him and love him. But no. Instead, Dick kept his distance, not bothering to try and bond with his new packmate.

And then Jason came back, and suddenly Dick was acting like the alpha he should have been. Except, now Jason doesn't need it. Doesn't need him. Jason is stronger and smarter than most alphas, despite being an omega. So that fact that Dick still chooses to think of him as incapable of taking care of himself hurts. It feels like he's trying to force Jason to be the weak little omega he's 'supposed' to be. The weak little omega that he's not, and never will be again.

Even if it would get Dick to mate with him. He refuses to play into society's misogynistic stereotypes.

"I know you can, Little Wing." Nightwing's response pulls Hood out of his thoughts. Fuck, how long did he lose focus. The magician is still in sight, albeit slightly farther away than he was before. Hood snarls.

"Don't fucking call me that!" He's not some little pup that the alpha needs to coddle.

The magician turns down a road and just like that he loses visuals. He curses.

"I take back what I said before. Just fuck off and let me focus on my work." He changes his grapple's angle in hopes of cutting off the magician. Nightwing follows him despite his words.

Hood ignores the alpha for the time being in order to focus on the chase. But when he turns the same corner he knows the magician went, he curses again. There's no sight of him anywhere.

Hood lands on the alley ground, and does a sweep of the place. Hearing Nightwing land not long after, Hood whirls around to snarl at him. "This is your fucking fault. If you didn't distract me, I wouldn't have lost him."

Nightwing's expression turns hurt, and Hood's instincts scream at him to apologize. To wipe that hurt expression off his matethe alpha's face. He forces the feeling down as he growls again.

Had Hood not turned to face Nightwing, had he not been distracted by his anger, he would have noticed the magician reappear right away. As it stands, he is turned around and he is distracted, and so Nightwing's the only one to see the magician ready the spell.

"Hood, look out!" Nightwing yells as he tries to rush to Hood's side. He doesn't make it in time. Because before Hood can even turn around to see what the other is referring to, there's a blinding light in his vision and his body goes numb.

When feeling returns, and light fades from his sight, Hood analyzes his surroundings. Hood recognizes the feeling of some sort of teleportation spell, so he already knows he's probably not where he was moments before.

Then again, it definitely looks like the same place. The surrounding buildings look similar at least. But Nightwing is no longer nearby and Hood can't find any trace of the magician. Time or dimension travel, then.

Two pairs of footfalls sound behind Hood, causing him to pull his guns out as he twirls around. He didn't smell anyone coming, so he has no idea if they are friend or foe. In front of him are two people he recognizes, and he lowers his guns slightly. The first is Nightwing, looking as cheery as ever especially as he notices just who Hood is. And the other is… the Red Hood.

That explains the lack of smell, at least. Bat grade scent blockers can block just about anything.

"Year?" Is all he asks them.

"2025." Nightwing responds. Same year as him then. Hood nods.

"Dimension travel, then."

"How'd ya get sent here?" The Red Hood, and fuck Hood's just gonna call him Red, asks.

"Fucking magician." Red nods sympathetically.

"We'll take you to the cave, see if we can figure out how to get you home."

Nightwing motions for Hood to follow as they both pull out their grapples. Together, the three of them make their way to where the two stashed their motorcycles. The two resident vigilantes don't even hesitate to both hop onto Nightwing's bike, Red sitting behind the other vigilante with his arms wrapped around Nightwing's waist.

"Uh…" Hood doesn't know how to react. It's not like he has the keys to this Red Hood's motorcycle. Different dimension means the possibility of different keys and codes, and Hood doesn't want to risk setting off any traps.

"Oh right. Here." Red states, keeping one arm around Nightwing's waist and using the other to reach into his belt to pull out the key fob. He tosses it to Hood, who easily catches it.

"You're letting me ride it?" If it were him, he's sure he wouldn't be so casual letting someone else drive his bike, even if it's an alternate version of himself. Red shrugs.

"You're me. I trust ya. 'Sides." He wraps his arm back around Nightwing, squeezing tightly. "I ain't letting you touch my Nightwing."

Nightwing lets out a hearty laugh at that, revving his bike as he does. "Oh calm down, Little Wing. You just said you trust him. I'm sure he wouldn't do anything untoward." Mechanical grumbling is the only response. Nightwing just laughs again, patting the arms around him.

Hood stares at the two, even as he hops on Red's bike and starts it up. He's not sure how to process how the two are acting. They seem… close. Hood wishes he was that close with his own Nightwing.

The sound of two motorcycles fills the air as the vigilantes make their way to the Batcave. Hood keeps behind the others, watching as Red leans his head into Nightwing's back contently.

~~~

The visit to the Batcave doesn't last long. No one is there, all out on their own patrol routes, and so they have free reign over the technology it holds. A magic scanner is all that's needed to determine the type of spell placed on Jason. One only deals with different dimensions or times so many times before implementing something like that.

It's a time based spell. Twenty-four hours minimum, a week maximum. Then Jason will automatically be sent home. There's nothing to do but wait.

"You can always stay at the manor." Dick suggests. Him and Jay (that's what Jason has decided to call other-him) are both out of their vigilante suits and dressed in casual clothes. Jason himself has only taken his helmet off for now. They all still have their scent blockers on though. The other two are standing in front of the computer monitor, Jay with his chin hooked over Dick's shoulder as they both look over at Jason. Jay's hands are on Dick's hips again.

"Fuck that." Jason responds. "I deal with it enough with my own Bruce, I don't need an alternate version of him going all alpha on me." Jay snorts at that, likely in agreement. "I'll figure something else out."

"Well what about staying with us? We already know you're here, if you want that number to stay small it's probably your best bet."

Jason considers the offer before stilling at the implications. "Us?"

Jay raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. Dickie and I live together." His eyes then narrow. "Ain't gonna be an issue, is it?"

"No, just shocked is all." Jason holds up his hands placatingly. "Dickhead and I aren't nearly that friendly with each other."

Jay scrutinizes him for a moment before finding something in his gaze. His eyes soften and he nods. He lets go of Dick and gestures for Jason to follow him to the locker room. "Lets find you something to change into for now. You can borrow something more comfortable when we get to the apartment."

Jason follows and gets changed into one of Jay's spare outfits. When he's done, he makes his way back into the main cave. He stops in the doorway when he catches sight of Jay and Dick. The two are close together, Dick's arms around Jay's neck and Jay's around Dick's waist. They do nothing more than stand there, whispering to each other in hushed voices that Jason can't hear. Jason can't help but wonder how the two got so comfortable with each other that Jay is willing to accept Dick's plethora of hugs and physical affection. He wonders if there's a chance he can get to that point with his own Dick.

Dick catches sight of him first, giving him a large smile as he detaches himself from Jay. "You ready to go?"

Jason nods and follows the two to where the bats keep their civilian vehicles. Despite having plenty of bikes to choose from, just like before Jay slides onto the back of the same bike as Dick.

"Just pick one." Jay calls. "Keys are all in the ignitions."

Jason hops onto one he is familiar with in his own dimension. He follows the two resident bats out of the cave, allowing them to lead him to where they, apparently, share an apartment.

Jason is still reeling at that fact. He can't imagine being able to live in the same space as the alpha. Constantly being surrounded by his strong comforting smell, but never able to do anything about it. It would be torture. It would be wonderful.

They lead him to an apartment building not quite in Crime Alley, but not far outside of its borders. A perfect central location for their patrol routes. They park their vehicles in a side alley and make their way to an apartment on the top floor.

Jason makes himself comfy on the couch while Dick goes to grab some better clothes for Jason and Jay goes to boil some water for tea. Jason tries to offer help, but Jay looks offended at the thought.

"I know Alfie taught you better than to let a guest help with refreshments." Jason doesn't argue. He's just as proud as Jay when it comes to Alfie's rules, so he allows himself to fall into the guest role.

Jason takes the time to analyze the room as the water boils. It looks lived in, unlike the safehouses Jason tends to live out of. Books line bookshelves, with many of Jason's favorites within easy reach, and there's not a single speck of dust in sight. He takes a deep breath, smelling the intermingling scents of Jay and Dick filling the home. Proof that this really is where the two live together. Except…

Jason takes another sniff. There's something off about the two smells in the room. Maybe it's just Jason smelling a different source of his own scent, but there is a twinge of wrong that fills Jason as he breathes in.

"Here's some better clothes for you." Dick interrupts him, holding out a pile of less worn-out and better quality clothes. Jason takes it with a thanks, and goes to where Dick points out the bathroom to get dressed.

He dresses quickly before leaving the bathroom once more. The apartment is small, so the little hallway Jason is in only has the bathroom door and one other. The other door is ajar, and the mixed scents of Jay and Dick waft out of it even stronger than the living room. Jason still feels that itch of wrongness in his chest even with the stronger scent.

Jason furrows his eye brows. Do the two… share a bed?

Jason shakes his head, not wanting to think about what that could mean. Doesn't want to get his hopes up. He makes his way back into the other room only to be stopped in his tracks. There in the kitchen, Jason watches as Dick stands on his tippy toes, his lips locked with Jay's as the two kiss each other softly.

Jason must have made a noise at the sight, because Jay breaks the kiss to look at him almost immediately. "Looks like our guest is back, Pretty Bird."

Dick looks over at Jason and smiles again. Only for his smile to fade just at quickly as he takes Jason in. "You okay over there?"

"Wha-" Jason doesn't know what to say. This… explains a few things and opens so many other questions. "How… when…?"

"I think we broke him." Jay chuckles out as he turns the stove off to make his way over to Jason. "You good dude?"

"You two are together." Is all Jason is able to get out.

"Yup" Jay responds, popping the p as he leans against the couch casually.

"How?"

"I mean, it took a lot of work, and a shit ton of communication, but we made it in the end." Jay looks Jason in the eyes as he continues. "You could too if you just talk to him."

Jason is already shaking his head. "No way. There's no way an alpha like Dickie would ever want such an aggressive omega like me. There's no way anyone would want someone who is the exact antithesis of what an omega should be."

It's their turn to look confused. They turn to look at each other before looking back at Jason.

"Alpha?" Dick asks, but Jason doesn't really register his question. He just continues talking as he starts pacing back and forth. If anyone will understand his insecurities, it'll be himself, right? And if Jay somehow managed to get with Dick, then surely the other man is already aware of these issues.

"It's just. What alpha would want an omega who's as fucking headstrong and stubborn as me? Someone who could rip his throat out as quickly as he could rip out mine? What could Dick possibly ever see in me?"

Jason stops his pacing when an arm catches his shoulder. He turns to see it's Dick who holds him in his grasp. "Well, I think you're the perfect omega. You're protective and fierce, and you care so much about pups that it drives me crazy. But even if you weren't the perfect omega, I would still love you, and I'm pretty sure your Dick would too."

Jason's still not convinced and Dick sighs. "Then again, there's a big difference between me and your Dick, apparently. But if anything, that would probably make it more likely that he wants you."

"And what's that?"

"Well," Dick reaches up to where his scent blocker is still covering the gland on his neck. He pulls it off as he finishes. "I'm not an alpha."

Dick's scent floods the room and Jason inhales sharply on instinct. The scent is mostly the same as his own Dick's, but there's one major difference. Suddenly the wrong feeling in his chest grows stronger, as instead of the spicy scent that his own Dick has that indicates his alpha designation, there is the hint of sweetness that indicates an omega.

Jason is stunned once more. Dick resumes his speech when he sees Jason isn't going to say anything. "Jay and I had to work through a lot of things in order to be together. Including the stigma of two omegas being together. If your Dick is anything like me, he wants you as much as you want him. And he's even more likely to be able to have you, being an alpha."

"But," Jason's throat is dry and he has to swallow before speaking again. "But what if it's just your omega instincts wanting to be with someone who resembles an alpha, even if he's not actually one?"

Dick gives him a soft look. "I already told you. I think you're the perfect omega. My instincts could never mistake you for an alpha. And besides." Dick cups Jason's cheek softly, and Jason has to hold back a whine at the touch. "You are more than your designation, Jason. If your Dick can't see that, he doesn't deserve you."

"You really think so?" Jason's voice breaks at the question.

"I know so." Dick smiles warmly, his scent flooding with the smell of care-protection-affection-love.

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END NOTE: Wasn't sure how to end this, and I don't have much more time to write, so have an abrupt ending.

This is once again another fic that I had a smut idea for but ended up not writing it. One day I'll get comfortable writing smut more, and actually be able to write more of the smut ideas I get. And maybe one day I'll write more for this.

I wanted to make a fic for tomorrow, but I'm so invested in Wednesday's fic idk if I'll get to it on time or at all. Same with Sunday's fic. Ill definitely write that one but it may not be on time.

If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk.

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SUMMARY: A year after Dick is released from Jason's captivity, the tables have turned and Jason is paying off his debt to the Prince of Gotham. Dick has treated him with nothing but kindness, and on the night of King Bruce's wedding, Dick confesses his love to Jason. Jason must deal with the guilt of everything he's done to Dick and learn to forgive himself before he can love. Beware of deep, deep yearning.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so late, but here is my submission to @jaydick-week for Day 1: Royalty AU. There is a part 2 coming... eventually.

TW: NSFW, Implied past/referenced abuse, past SA/non-con see tags on AO3 for other warnings to see if this fic is for you!

dividers by @olenvasynyt

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It has been a year.

A year since the crown Prince of Gotham has been saved from imprisonment from the false Kingdom of Bludhaven—from Jason’s own clutches. A year since he’d beaten, degraded Dick before his warlords to prove that he has a place among them. No mercy. Only brutality. A little less than a year has passed since the tables have turned, and Dick has been handed the reins to his captivity.

Since then, Dick has not raised a hand against him. He has only offered kindness—salt in the festering wound that is his guilt. Even as his captive, Dick had taken care of him. Weak, malnourished and violated, he tended to the whipping wounds on his back for three days. Jason has yet to repay that debt, and he fucking wishes Dick would simply do unto him as as what done to him. It’d be easier to rid himself of the ache in his chest.

Since then, memories swirl in his head and he feels drunk.

I just fell for you, what is so complicated about that? Either you love me back or you don’t.

“What a stupid idiot,” Jason groans, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm and laying in bed. What the fuck would he know about love? All Jason knows is blood and bone. He spent his life surviving, even if it meant unmaking the things that make him human. He’s nothing like Dick. He can’t afford to love. Love opens him up to a new weakness. So what is this feeling? The well in his chest that deepens at the memory of Dick’s sorrowful eyes as he confessed to him at his father’s wedding. What a stupid romantic.

The festivities still take place in the Great Hall, but Dick had dismissed him before taking his own leave. Jason sighs. He’s terrible enough to wish for an assassination attempt on the prince. At least this way, he can undo everything that’s happened between them in death.

(But it wouldn’t erase the look in those sad blue eyes.)

Jason can’t keep doing this, sitting here and ruminating over the disaster that is his life. He tries to blame Dick and Bruce, somehow, for raising him to be soft. He can’t. All he can see is that face, and the hurt, hurt, hurt in his voice.

He gets to his feet. He has to move; he’s not running, he’s not. He makes sure to grab his sword, the only thing he considers his in this lavish castle. Jason isn’t good for anything, except fighting anyway. He makes his way down to the kitchens, slipping past the celebration of love and commitment. He catches a glimpse of the newlyweds, a King married to his general (a knight, through and through), and the vice around his heart tightens. That type of shit is possible for anyone except him.

I need a drink.

Anything but drowning in his fucking sorrows. Jason slips into the kitchens, swiping a bottle of something good—something strong that burns all the way down. He heads down to the barracks with soldiers too low in the hierarchy or shunned from General Jordan’s good graces. This is where he belongs, with the unimportant and forgotten. Even here, he can’t quite escape the joy. He seems to be the only one unhappy with his station. 

The image of Dick is burned into his mind, rolling his body like a barbarian’s whore, rather than a prince. Jason had poured wine on him in hopes of diminishing his grace, but Dick had used it like an accessory, accenting his taut muscles, the curves of his ass and his pink nipples. It had made him angry; it aroused. How can someone be so free of shame and so powerful when he is stripped of everything? Jason had been jealous, and he wanted to keep Dick for himself. For each conflicting emotion, Jason takes a long sip of his drink—as long as his breath can manage. The searing liquid does nothing to ground him.

Dick’s skin had been so smooth under his calloused hand as he urged him to bend, and the captured prince obliged. Fuck, Jason had been so hard, but his rage and his hate were stronger than him. He had taken the nearest bottle of wine, and tipped it into Dick. Dick had just taken in, his hole drinking it all—

Fuck, fuck, fuck —

Jason has never hated himself worse than he does now.

“Open up, s’me,” Jason slurs. He leans against Dick’s door, pounding his fist against it. “You wan’ed an answer so bad. I got one for ya.” He sniffles, wiping his red nose with the back of his hand. It’s a long trek from the barracks to the royal quarters. “Open up, you majestic fu—”

“You sure you want to finish that sentence?” The door swings open to reveal (an annoyed) Prince Richard in all his glory, a loose-hanging blue robe that makes his eyes glow in the low light of his room’s fireplace. Jason can hardly stand to hold his gaze, but he does it anyway. He shoves a bottle of wine he stole from one of the servants into Dick’s chest. “What’s this?”

“You’re gonna put that in my ass ‘n we’re gon’a be even.” He won’t even feel it, right? He’s certainly drunk enough.

Dick pushes the bottle back towards him. “No. Go to bed, Jason.”

“Why? Why?!”   Each word is punctuated with unspoken pain— I can’t love you, I can’t love you, I can’t love you, but I do. It would be easier if Dick would just do this, and put them on even ground. “Why can’t you fucking do this? Why won’t you let me—”

“Hurt yourself? For me? You must not know me very well after all this time.” Dick remains steadfast. “I don’t need to get even with you. You let me go. You worked hard to gain the trust of my father’s closest generals. You’ve protected me. You don’t need to do anything more.” He reaches to touch Jason’s face, but the comfort is rejected with a smack.

“Protect you? How can I protect you when I can’t even protect you from myself?” His throat, his eyes and his chest burn. The gates behind which he guards his feelings are yielding, there’s too much within him and he can’t possibly hold it all back. A sob breaks past his lips and he shoves the bottle back at Dick. “Just.. fucking —”

“No,” Dick repeats, backhanding the bottle out of Jason’s hands. It shatters against the stone walls with a deafening sound. “Fuck your bottle. Fuck your idea of getting even. I love you,” he steps closer, crowding Jason’s space in the doorway. Jason reeks of alcohol and the stables. “I love you, despite all the things you think are wrong with you. You were there for me. You made me feel less lonely. You don’t think I see how careful you are with me, even when I don’t need it? How you put your best foot forward in a new kingdom ?”

Dick is too close for Jason’s comfort, and even in his inebriation, Jason straightens his spine. Whether it’s to make himself more presentable for the Prince of Gotham, or achieve the slightest distance between the object of his deep affection. He’s not crying, he’s not, but the tears feel hot on his cheeks.

“ You are the one I want. As you are, Jason.” This time, Dick manages to slip past his barrier to touch his face. His thumb wipes away Jason’s sorrow, if only for a moment. “All I care about is if you want me back. And if you don’t—”

Don’t ? What an impossible, irrational thought. Of course, of course, of course, Jason’s heart sings at the sight of yet another chance, another opening to love Dick. Words have never been his strength; he was forged by fist and fire. Jason grabs Dick by the collar of his robe, crashing his lips against his. His kiss spills forth all the secrets he has been trying to kill for months: you’re the only one who sees me, the only one who knows me, I love you, IloveyouIloveyou.

The kiss is deep, sloppy and imperfect. The kiss is like breathing after drowning for years. The kiss heals parts of Jason that were supposed to be broken forever. His hands slip beneath the opening of the robe, feeling the warmth of his skin and clutching onto Dick as if he is the last vestige of Jason’s humanity. Dick is the only good thing that has ever happened to him, and he is sorry. He is so damned sorry.

Dick shrugs the robe off his shoulders, and pulls Jason into his room. Jason kicks the door closed behind him, as he helps Dick divest him of his loose shirt, his sword, his boots and his pants. Clothes trail their path to the bed. Dick falls backward onto the mattress, and Jason’s hand is there, protecting his head and his neck. Careful, always careful with him. Ever since then, Jason has always protected him. He has nothing to prove here, no title to protect with claws and fangs. With his freedom, he offers Dick kindness at every turn.

“Do you love me?” Dick whispers as Jason’s kisses mark his throat, and he nips at his collarbone.

“Yes,” Jason growls between the press of his lips against Dick’s scarred skin.

A soft moan escapes Dick as Jason's attentions travel lower and lower. Dick arches his back, and Jason takes that as a request. His calloused hand finds Dick’s nipple, toying with the soft, pink, sensitive bud to create a symphony with Dick’s cries.

“Do you love me?” Dick asks, burying his fingers in Jason’s hair. He tugs and he encourages.

“Yes,” Jason groans, breathing in the scent of Dick’s crotch. He buries his nose in the curled hair there, getting drunk on the pure, unfiltered scent of his Dick. He will answer his prince as many times as he needs to—his way of making up for his crime of making Dick wait. He kisses down the length of Dick’s erection, noting how soft the skin is despite the hardness. His tongue finds the long vein along the side, and he lavishes it with more and more attention. Dick’s voice, and his fist curled in Jason’s hair are his guide.

“Jason,” Dick sighs, trying to steady his hips as Jason finds his way to his balls, weighing each of them on his tongue. He sucks on the loose sac and offers a nip of teeth, and Dick can’t help but cry out. “Jason!”

“I love you.” Jason pulls back just enough to say those words, but his breath is hot against his hole. He spreads Dick’s plump cheeks, revealing the furled muscle between. There’s brief resistance as Dick kicks his shoulder reflexively, he must have never done this before.

“Jason, wait, wait, that’s not— ah!”

With the single curl of his tongue, Jason has Dick arching and holding onto him for dear life. He fists Dick’s erection and starts jacking it to the rhythm of his licking. He coaxes Dick’s hole open, devouring him from the inside. This is where he belongs, nestled between the cleft of his prince’s ass, and eating him out for dear life. He could live here forever with his sole purpose to make up for all the wrongs Dick has ever experienced, by his hand or any other. Jason never forgets Dick’s balls, mouthing at them too to keep them warm and wet.

“Jay, ah, ah, please make love to me, please.”

It’s nice to be wanted, but that doesn’t stop Jason from teasing him with a finger, then another and another. He circles his entrance and fingers him slowly, pushing in and drawing out. His smile is mischievous as he watches Dick bite his lip to try and temper his pleasure. This Dick is nothing like the performer he’d seen years ago; this Dick is free and trusting, letting Jason hear his choked cries of ecstasy and the soft expressions on his face. He’s so pretty.

“Is that an order, your highness?”

“Ye- yes! ”

“I’m not sure you can take me,” Jason hums.

Dick glares at him, taking personal offence at the accusation. He spreads his legs with the kind of flexibility that has Jason’s eyes widening. He grips his own ass and exposes himself further to his lover. “Try me. That’s an order.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Jason straightens himself, taller and much broader than Dick. At his full height, when he stands with pride like this, he towers over his prince as his personal knight should. The sight of him sends a shiver down Dick’s spine, and he rolls his hips in hopes of gaining more friction, but Jason is patient in his sweet, sweet torture. Jason grips himself, stroking once, twice and smacks his dick over Dick’s exposed hole, grinning with amusement. It annoys Dick, which is entirely the point because for a year, Jason has had to suffer with his conflicting feelings and his guilt. He savours this moment and he makes the very best of it too.

“Jason, please! ”

“I love it when you say my name like that.” Love spills from his mouth in every possible form. It feels good on his tongue, nearly as good as Dick.

“There’s oil in the nightstand,” Dick says breathlessly, trying to reach for the drawer.

“Now, why do you have oil in your nightstand?” Jason leans over to kiss him, sliding his hand across Dick’s palm to knit their fingers briefly in unfiltered affection before reaching for the lubrication. His confidence grows with every passing second, with every moment that Dick remains here in his arms and sure of his decision to love Jason.

Dick looks up at him with his pretty, pretty gaze and loose wisps of hair in his face. He cups Jason’s cheek, and kisses him wherever he can reach. “Because I knew I’d win you over sooner or later.”

“You callin’ me easy, your majesty?”

“Very.”

Jason does his best to remain pressed close. He slips his oil-coated hand between them, slicking himself and Dick’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” He whispers, waiting for Dick to change his mind. There’s still a chance, he could make things even now. Hurt me and I’ll never recover.

Dick nods. He leans in to nip at Jason’s ear, and his warm breath curls around his skin. “I’ve been waiting far too long, my knight.”

Hearing Dick claim him sends heat straight to his cock. It twitches with the joy Jason is still too afraid to reveal completely. Jason aligns himself, kissing Dick’s cheek. Even the press of his head against Dick’s hole sends a flourish of pleasure throughout his body, as if anticipating the ecstasy that awaits. Slowly, carefully, he works his way into Dick.

“Jason, Jason, ngh.” Dick’s breath comes in pants as he holds onto Jason, adjusting to the size of him. “Keep going. Keep going, you feel so good, so right.” His words come out in desperate babbles as he loses himself in pleasure.

The fit is tight, and Jason’s hands have curled into tight fists. He trembles, thinking of anything except—this is Dick, his Dick that he has longed for from the moment he saw him. He wanted to put his hands on him, strangle that damned perfection out of him and when the hate faded, he’d wanted to hold him like something precious. Not once has this prince left his thoughts, and not once did he ever think he could mean something to him. Jason is a soldier; Jason is disposable. Here, he feels so fucking wanted and he won’t ever get enough of this.

Jason sheaths himself completely, and it’s too much—it’s too damn much.

“I love you,” he whispers, burying his face in Dick’s neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[mat-vibes]

Here we are with Day 4 of the @jaydick-week 2025!

Honestly this was the most fun ff I wrote so far! Loved it.🥰 Hope you guys will too!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne (Mentioned), Black Mask (mentioned), Dick’s Parents (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Alternate Universe - Mob, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Power Dynamics, Power Struggle, Flirting as Warfare, Banter, Smut, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Dubious Consent, Angst, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, taboo smut Series: Part 4 of JayDickWeek 2025

Summary:

Dick’s fingers tightened around his glass.

“Congratulations,” Marina said smoothly. “You’re already Gotham’s most powerful couple.”

Jason let out a breath and leaned back. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?”

Dick looked at him, heart thudding slow and strange. “Guess so.”

Jason tilted his head. “Ooh, you wanna kiss me so bad.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “God, I hate you.”

 JayDickWeek 2025 Day 4: “Ooh you wanna kiss me so bad” | Mafia/Mob Boss AU | Arranged Marriage

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Yay, happy :3

Everything is so cute. Also I'm dumb and totally didn't realize it comes with two calendars xD what a nice surprise. All the art is beautiful uwu

Thanks to everyone who worked on this <3 @jaydick-week

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That's Where You're Wrong

@jaydick-week 2024

JayDick week 2023 Day 2: "He doesn't know, does he?"

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Jason didn’t turn to look at Donna as she sat down next to him, just kept staring at Dick smiling with Kori and Kyle. Dick’s whole chest was still wrapped in bandages and Jason caught the occasional grimace of pain that ghosted over his face before he covered it with a smile again. 

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Donna said softly. 

“Know what?” He finally dragged his gaze away to look at the Amazon. 

She gave him a knowing smile. “You were ready to abandon the whole mission just to make sure he was okay. I get that, I do, he’s my best friend, there’s not much I wouldn’t do for him. But there are some lines I’d never cross for him, and I don’t think he’d cross them for me either. But you don’t just view him as a friend, or a brother, or an ally. How long have you loved him, Jason?”

“Since I was fourteen.” Jason whispered, swallowing down the lump in his throat because he’d never actually spoken it out loud. 

Donna rested a hand on his forearm and squeezed lightly. “You should consider telling him.”

Jason scoffed. “Why? So he can throw everything I’ve ever done that doesn’t align with his moral code back in my face. Again. I’ve crossed too many of his lines and hurt one to many people he cares about, Donna. I’m well aware of where me and Dick stand, and I accepted it a long time ago.”

“Jason-”

He didn’t stick around to hear what else Donna had to say, he went and holed himself up in his room like he’d been doing since they managed to come across Dick and Kori halfway through their last mission. He thought he’d got used to being in close quarters with people after spending months with Kyle and Donna in this stupid spaceship, but apparently two extra people were enough to shatter any coping mechanisms he’d gained. 

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Ayoooo you know what?? Mermay is coming again yiiiiiihihihi 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰🥰 I'm so exited too jdhxhdudhdudjd

Anyway some MerJaydick for this day 🙏✨💕 enjoy it 💖

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Day 3: Merfolk/Pirates AU - Dickie fishing accidentally his husband (he doesn't know yet)

I'm so ambitious that it took me days to finish this,,, paint it one by one,,, fish fish fish

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Jaydick Week Day 5- Reverse Robins❤️⏮️💙

Blah blah blah I’m hella late, but I try-harded with this one so much and now I don’t wanna look at it anymore! Little Dickbin has a not-so-secret crush on the big bad Red Hood, Hood is totally not all flattered and definitely doesn’t think it’s cute.

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Also I blame @variant-nightwing16 for choosing my more detailed version for this day, how dare u(I still luv u tho)

Also have this absolutely cursed image :)

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Happy fox noise ＼(^^)／＼(^^)／＼(^^)／

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"judgement by hound" on ao3, @jaydick-week 2025 day 2; 'talons'

“tell me how you did it,” the man whispers. that cold feeling seeps back into talon’s brain again—he must speak because the man reaches over to start the hot water. the porcelain quickly warms beneath his skin.

“tell me how you killed the joker,” the man repeats.

[whoevenheckinknows]

I'll be there for you Pt. 1/2 (JayDickWeek 2025 Day 2 & OmegaJasonToddWeek 2025 Day 1) (Explicit)

Part 2

Fandom: Batman All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd

Tags: jaydickweek2025, jaydickweek, OJTW2025, omegajasontoddweek2025, chapter 1 is Jaydick week day 2 and OJTW day 1, chapter 2 is for OJTW day 7, more tags will be added when chapter 2 comes out, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, omega jason todd, alpha dick grayson, incest kink, possessive dick grayson, only slightly but its there, protective dick grayson, jason presents recently, omega heat, first heat, first time, smut, very little plot, let me know if I'm missing any tags, no beta we die like jason todd, POV Third Person

Summary:

Jason, recently having presented as an omega, is going through his first heat alone. That is, until Dick discovers him and offers his help.

A/N:

This is my first time writing omegaverse, so I hope it's not terrible. I spent my entire Easter writing this in my living room, with my mom feet away from me, so I hope my suffering is worth it.

This first chapter is for JayDickWeek 2025 Day 2 and OmegaJasonToddWeek Day 1. Chapter 2 will be for OmegaJasonToddWeek Day 7

JayDick Week Day 2: Talons/Court of the Owls | Incest Kink | Possessiveness/Protectiveness

OmegaJasonTodd Week Day 1: Courting Jewellery | Jason Presents Recently | Possessiveness | Mating Chase

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It starts with a slight fever. Jason thinks nothing of it at the time, simply assuming that the colder weather is getting to him. Finishing patrol early to get some rest and hopefully stave off a full blown illness, Jason makes his way to his nearest safehouse. He boils himself a nice cup of tea with honey, and curls up on the bed. Nice and comfy under the heavy winter blanket, Jason pulls out a book to read while he drinks his tea.

Except.

His body keeps growing warmer. At first, he blames it on the blanket and tea, and simply tolerates the warmth in order to not make himself any more sick. But it grows worse and worse, and soon he is kicking the blanket off in his need to cool down.

Then the cramps start.

Like the fever, they too begin small. Jason assumes that the fever and stomach ache indicate a stomach bug, and steels himself for the inevitable rush of nausea that will eventually overtake him. It never comes. Instead, the cramps simply grow worse and worse, and the heat overtaking his body starts pooling lower and lower until he feels that it can't possibly get worse please make it stop somebody help him-

Warm liquid gushes around Jason's thighs and suddenly Jason knows this isn't just some stomach bug. No. This is a heat. His first heat.

Jason curses. He knew it would happen eventually. He presented as an omega only recently, long after most people have presented and even mated. Although, most people don't die at fifteen and get revived via stinky mountain dew water. Still, just because he was expecting it, doesn't mean he was anywhere near ready.

Jason groans. What the fuck should he do? He knows he should call someone, but goddamnit he doesn't want to be seen as weak. He's the fucking Red Hood, he can handle a heat on his own.

Jason sits up, wincing as more slick leaves him at the motion. He chucks off his pants and underwear, avoiding looking at the large amount of liquid staining the insides. He'll deal with them later. He wobbles over to his closet and pulls out a box of things he bought after he presented, bringing it all back to the bed with him.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, Jason rummages through the box. All sorts of sex toys, from knot toys to anal beads, as well as lube and condoms fill the box. So many different options. He has some of his goons to thank for that.

See, Jason presented just a week and a half ago. While in a meeting with the most trusted members of his operation without his helmet or scent blockers, they all noticed the subtle shift from pup-non-presenting-unready to the sweeter scent of omega-adult-mature that came from Jason. Jason hadn't known what to do when it had happened. He assumed, due to his malnourished life as a street kid, he would likely end up a beta. Or, after his dip in the Lazarus Pits, end up an alpha with his broad body and rapidly gained muscle.

A few of the omegas in the meeting with him gently took Jason out of the room and helped him process his sudden life change. They helped him pick out heat toys, giving him their own recommendations. The male omegas in the group, especially, had fun picking out things for Jason to buy, "Just in case."

Jason looks at a huge anal toy with fondness, before another wave of slick hits him. Fuck. Jason needs something inside of him now.

Jason grabs one of the smallest dildos in the box. He's never done this before, never put anything inside of him, so he wants to start small. He pushes the box to the side and lays back on the bed.

Well, here goes nothing.

Jason runs his fingers along his abdomen, shivering as the slightly cooler skin sends a chill down his spine. He brushes lower, following his happy trail down between his thighs. His skin is already tingling as he gets closer and closer to where his body clearly wants him to touch.

His thighs are soaked with slick. Fuck, did all of that really come from inside him? He slides fingers through some of it, pulling away to spread them and watch the liquid string in the gaps between. He resumes his exploration, moving to where his cocklet is straining painfully.

Brushing a finger at the base, Jason can't stop the hitched breath that escapes him at just the brief touch. He slides the single finger along the length, starting at the base and moving all the way to the head. He rubs across the slit at the tip, shuddering at the feeling. Curling his hand around the short shaft, Jason starts jerking himself slowly.

It feels so good. Jason's never really had time to touch himself before, so he's not sure what he expected, but the pleasure that fills him is intense, heightened by the heat hormones flowing through him. If this is what it feels like just stroking his cocklet, just how nice will being filled feel?

Jason decides to find out. His body hums its agreement as he moves his hand over his taint and to his rim. Feeling the pools of slick that surround the opening, he rubs the nearby skin gently.

Jason circles his rim, whining as his body screams for him to just fill it already. Instead, he teases himself, barely poking the tip in before pulling out and circling the entrance once more. More slick releases at the teasing, as if trying to tempt him inside. Finally, he pushes in.

It's only one finger, and yet his walls feel so tight around it. Even with the heat and the slick, it takes effort to slide his, albeit decently sized, finger in to just the second knuckle. He pulls out and pushes back in, deeper this time, and again even deeper, until the whole finger is in. He pumps in and out slowly for a while, getting used to the feeling of something inside of him. Soon, his body is begging for more, a mere finger nowhere near the girth it craves. He adds a second finger, this time easier as the first loosened him up fairly well. Switching between thrusting and scissoring, Jason works himself open.

Adding a third finger, he starts curling them at the end of his thrusts, searching for the bundle of nerves hidden deep inside. Jason's whole body jolts as he finds exactly what he's looking for. He aims his thrusts there, his body singing at the pleasure it fills him with. The feeling swells, each slam at his prostate bringing him higher and higher until it feels like his whole body is tensed, ready to snap. His walls are clenching around his fingers in anticipation, as he continues thrusting deep inside himself.

Jason can't take much more of the building tension in his body. He brings his other hand down to his cocklet, grasping tightly as he strokes it in time with his thrusts. It only takes a few rubs for the tension to finally snap, and he cums with a shout. His walls flutter and slick gushes around his fingers as he continues pumping into his hole. Even as he finishes riding out the orgasm, he continues his fingering, knowing he's nowhere near finished.

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It's been days, and Jason is ready for this to be fucking over already. He's used every toy in the box at least once, and yet somehow his body is still craving more. Even the knotted toys don't satisfy the desire filling his gut.

He's been able to take small breaks between orgasms, and he takes advantage of them when he can. When his heat first started, he'd barely been able to stop and sleep, let alone get up to eat or grab water. Now, however, he's able to grab what he can from the kitchen or take a quick piss before the next wave of heat hits.

Jason is currently on one of his breaks. His body aches, and he sits at the kitchen counter nursing an electrolyte drink and a sandwich. He hasn't bothered putting on any clothes since his heat started, knowing the slick and sweat would just ruin anything he puts on anyway. It's not like anyone is going to be coming here anytime soon.

Or at least he thought no one would be coming anytime soon.

Jason is almost finished with food when he hears the living room window slide open. Any other time, he would be on his feet at the ready, prepared to fight off any invaders daring to enter his home. But now, Jason's body is exhausted and his fever is making his mind slower. So he is only able to spin his stool around to look in the direction of the sound.

"Little Wing?" A familiar voice calls out in the apartment. Dick's tone is worried as he makes his way further in. "Are you in here?"

Jason is glad that the Bats are forced to wear scent blockers on patrol, otherwise he knows he'd have whined at the concerned alpha scent that Dick is no doubt releasing. As it stands, he only lets out a slight whimper at his voice instead.

"Jason?" Dick must have heard the noise he let out, because his footsteps are growing closer to the entrance of the kitchen. "Jay, what's going o-"

Dick cuts off as he's finally able to see into the kitchen. Jason gives the man a once over. He must have finished patrol already, because he's back in his normal clothes, sweatpants and a jacket over a t-shirt, despite his scent blockers still being on.

Dick stares at Jason from the doorway. Jason can only imagine what he looks like right now. Naked, sitting on a stool with both dried and fresh slick covering his thighs and his hair drenched in sweat. His scent fills the room, hell the whole apartment, and Dick's eyes blow wide as he takes it all in.

"Jay?" Dick says softly, his dilated pupils trailing over every part of Jason's body. Jason feels exposed, and he wants nothing more than to cover himself, but his body is too tired to move. Especially as Jason's body starts warming up once more, preparing for the next round of heat to begin.

Jason never got around to telling the Bats about his presentation. They're not his pack, not really, so it's none of their fucking business in his opinion. Any interactions between them and Red Hood have happened with all parties using scent blockers. So all of this to say, Dick was unaware before now that Jason is an omega.

Dick takes a step forward, and a warning growl leaves Jason's throat.

"Go the fuck away, Dickhead." He snarls. Dick stops in his track, but doesn't leave like Jason commanded.

"You're in heat." Is all Dick says. Another growl fills Jason's throat.

"No fucking shit, Captain Obvious."

"You're… an omega."

"Are you gonna keep stating the obvious, or are you going to fucking leave before I make you." Dick stays where he is.

"Do you…" Dick pauses, taking Jason in once more. "Do you need help?"

This time, when Jason growls, it's accompanied by the smell of wary-protect-defensive leaving his glands. He jumps to his feet, taking up a defensive stance. "Why the fuck would I need your help?"

"Well, I am one of your pack alphas-"

"No the fuck you're not." Jason snarls, taking an aggressive step forward. His scent gains a hint of intruder-threat as if to prove his point. "We are not pack."

Dick's eyes widen in shock as he subconsciously takes a step back. "What are you talking about? Of course we are!"

"I haven't been a part of your little pack since before I died, and I'm not planning on joining any time soon." Jason takes another step forward, forcing the scent of go away-intruder-threat-leave-protect to fill the room, the smell so fierce it almost drowns out the scent of heat that's still there. "Now leave."

Dick still doesn't go. He looks so heartbroken, Jason almost wants to give in and let him help. Especially as his body heats up more, screaming its need to be taken care of, even if it can't quite sense the nearby alpha through the blockers. Dick takes a breath.

"If you won't let me help you as your pack, can I at least help you as your brother?" Jason freezes at the words. Something about the words causes slick to start trickling out of him once more. He hopes Dick doesn't notice.

"Why the fuck do you want to help so bad?" Jason tries to cover up his reaction. Dick doesn't reply with words, instead running his gaze over Jason once more. When he finds what he's looking for, he takes a deep breath, as if bracing himself. Then, before Jason can do anything in response, Dick reaches up to his scent blocker and rips off the patch, allowing his scent to mingle with Jason's. Jason's eyes widen as the scent of alpha-interest-mine-attraction-mine-please-mine-mine-mine fills the room. He can't stop the loud whine that leaves him as his body responds to the smell.

"Please, Jay." Dick's whisper is hoarse as he makes his way closer to Jason. Jason doesn't stop him this time, too overwhelmed by the deep want emanating from Dick. The alpha stops in front of him, gently cupping his cheek as he forces Jason to look into his eyes. "Let big brother take care of you?"

Jason's walls clench at the words, and he knows he's fucked. All he can do is nod as he stares into Dick's eyes. He watches as the man's face brightens, his scent filling with grateful-assurance-protect-mine-love. Dick brings his face closer to Jason's, lightly scenting him with his cheek before resting their foreheads together.

"You won't regret this." Dick whispers, as his scent reassures him of the same thing.

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The first thing Dick does is settle Jason back onto the bed.

"All you need to do is stay here and worry about taking care of your heat, Jay." He says, pushing Jason down onto the mattress. "I'll worry about bringing you food and water."

He leaves the room without another word.

Now that the scent of alpha fills the room, Jason's body is growing restless. But. It's not the feeling of warmth and slick that he's grown used to since the start of his heat. It's something else.

Jason sits up in his bed and starts fidgeting with the pillow his head's been laying on. He fluffs it roughly before laying his head back down. He sits up and does it again. Thenhe sits up and grabs the balled up blanket that's been long since abandoned on the floor next to the bed. He rearranges it beside him so he can curl his body into the balled fabric.

Jason whines in frustration. Something is missing. He stands up and starts prowling around his room. He throws open his closet, grabbing a spare blanket he keeps in there, as well as a couple t-shirts. One of the shirts, he briefly remembers stealing from Roy a while ago. He lifts that one up to his nose. The other man's scent still lingers faintly on the fabric. When Jason returns to the bed, he makes sure that shirt is placed close to his head. He arranges what he found onto the bed around him, curling up in the middle when he's finished.

Something is still fucking missing. Jason's really starting to get pissed off. What the fuck is his body looking for? He's been fine this whole time, why the fuck is his bed suddenly not good enough for him to finish out his heat?

Jason snaps his eyes to the door of the room as it clicks open. The scent of alpha fills the space as Dick steps in with a few bottles of water and some packaged snacks. The alpha has lost his jacket, likely having hung it by the front door, so only the t-shirt covers his upper body.

Jason's up before he can even process what he's doing, flying over to where the alpha stands. He doesn't allow Dick any time to speak before he's grabbing the bottom of the man's shirt and trying to lift it off of him.

"Woah there, Jay!" Dick starts, trying to use his currently occupied hands to gently knock him away. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but maybe we should-"

Jason growls, cutting the man off before deciding fuck it. He grabs the middle of Dick's shirt instead, pulling until he feels the seams start to give. Pulling harder until the fabric finally rips, it leaves Jason with a tattered t-shirt in his hands. That's fine. This will serve his purpose.

Jason rushes back to his bed triumphantly, laying back down in the middle of everything. He places the tattered shirt right by his nose, taking a deep breath in as the scent of alpha fills his senses. A purr starts in his throat as his body finally, finally, settles once more. About fucking time.

Jason feels Dick's gaze piercing into him as he continues purring and rubbing his face into the shirt.

"Jay. Are you…" Dick pauses. Jason hears footsteps as they grow closer and closer to the bed. He heeds them no mind. "Are you nesting?"

Jason's whole body tenses, the comfortable haze he was in completely gone as realization washes over him.

Jason bolts up, staring around him in disbelief and taking in the soft blankets and the shirts scattered around. He… is nesting isn't he? What the fuck? What the actual fuck?

Jason's gaze jumps back up to Dick, who places the food and drinks on the floor and now sits on the foot of his bed. His nest. Jason waits for his instincts to scream at the intrusion, yell for the alpha to leave his space, that he doesn't belong. Instead, there is nothing. If anything, his body settles even more, slick starting to drip out of him once again at the sight of the alpha in his nest.

Of course he's nesting, his mind supplies. He invited an alpha to help him with his heat. Even though it was less an invitation and more of a reluctant agreement, his instincts seem to not care about the distinction.

Jason groans, shoving his head into the fabrics surrounding him to hide his face. Of course, one of the fabrics is Dick's tattered shirt, so the scent of the alpha fills his nose once more. He groans again as more slick slips out of him.

Dick lets out a chuckle. "I'm honored, Jay." His voice sounds teasing, but his scent gives away how genuine he is.

"Fuck off." Jason whines, not caring how pathetic he sounds as he buries his face further.

"Is that what you really want?" Dick's voice is still filled with amusement at the question.

Fuck this shit.

"Just get your ass over here, Dickhead." Jason relents. He feels the bed shift as Dick crawls up the mattress until he's right next to Jason. Carefully, the other man pulls Jason into his arms, positioning them so Jason's laying on top of Dick and is able to bury his face in the alpha's chest. The alpha's bare chest. Because he ripped the man's fucking shirt off.

"I can hear you overthinking, Jay." Dick chides as he starts running his fingers through Jason's sweaty hair. Jason purrs unconsciously, tilting his head to allow Dick easier access to the curls. Dick chuckles, and Jason feels the vibrations from the chest beneath him.

If Jason's being honest, he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his heat just like this. Curled up on Dick's warm chest, as the alpha gives off the smell of love-care-protection-safe-mine-affection. But sadly, his body seems to have other ideas.

Slowly, his body starts warming up unbearably as slick starts to drip more earnestly out of him. Jason whines, and tries to bury his face further into Dick's chest.

"Jay?" Dick asks, his voice tinged with worry. Jason whines again.

"Stupid fucking heat." He mutters, his lips brushing against Dick's skin as he does.

"Want me to grab those toys on the other side of the bed?"

Jason's arms wrap tightly around Dick, not wanting to let the alpha go. "No. C'mfy."

"Well, you need to do something about your heat, Jay. I don't want you hurting yourself by not taking care of it."

Jason makes a split second decision. Pulling his face away from Dick's chest, he stares up at the man with pleading eyes. "Help me?"

Dick's eyes widen, his pupils dilating with lust. His scent is filled with protect-mine-lust-mine as he takes in the request. Dick closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. When he reopens them he looks back down at Jason. "Do you know what you're asking of me, Jason?"

Jason nods his head. "Please, big brother. Touch me."

Before he can process the movement, Jason suddenly finds himself on his back, Dick bracketing him under his body. Dick's eyes search his for a moment, making sure this is really what he wants, before leaning in. His lips are milometers from Jason's before speaking. "Big brother is going to take such good care of you, Jay"

Jason's whole body shivers, slick gushing out of him at the words. Dick takes that as his cue to connect their lips.

Dick tries to keep the kiss simple at first, keeping his mouth closed as he attempts to start slow. But Jason isn't having any of that. He licks at Dick's lips harshly. When the other doesn't open up right away, he pries the lips open with his tongue. Once inside, Jason ravishes the cavern now open for him to explore. He licks everything he can, until Dick's tongue starts tangling with his and suddenly that's his focus. Their tongues push together, trying to fight for the right to explore the other's mouth. When Dick's tongue starts overtaking his, he purposefully nicks the muscle with his sharp canines.

Dick growls, pulling his mouth away. Jason tries to chase his lips, but doesn't quite catch them before they're out of reach. "That wasn't very nice, Jay." He leans back down and nips Jason's bottom lip in punishment. He leaves his lips just a hair above Jason's when he lets it go.

"You didn't expect me to just lay here and let you take control, did you?" Jason whispers, his breath mingling with Dick's as he speaks. Dick smirks in response.

"I expect my little brother to behave himself." This time, Jason is just barely able to repress the shiver that threatens to overcome him.

"Well, maybe big brother should realize that his little brother isn't so little anymore." With that, Jason hooks a leg around Dick's hip, twisting so they flip and now Jason's staring down at Dick. Dick stares up at him, and the scent of his arousal intensifies as his eyes fill with lust.

"That he isn't." Dick responds, before surging up and kissing him once more. This time, he doesn't try to remain soft and slow. The kiss is vicious, all teeth and tongue, with growls leaving both of their throats as they fight to take control.

Jason grinds down on the body beneath him, his cocklet rubbing against the thick fabric of one of Dick's clothed thighs. He grunts as he does it again and again. Meanwhile, Dick's hands are starting to wander Jason's torso. He starts at the hips, runs them over Jason's abs and up to his tits. Dick cups both pecks, squeezing them as if they are a pair of full blown boobs. Letting one go, he runs a finger further up to begin circling Jason's nipple. Then, without warning, he pinches it.

"A-ahh!" Jason gasps into their kiss at the feeling, Jason never expected his nipples to be so sensitive, but as Dick starts rolling it between his thumb and index finger he realizes he never could have been more wrong.

Dick releases Jason's mouth, trailing open-mouth kisses down his neck. He stops only briefly at Jason's mating gland, giving it a long lick that sends electricity shooting down Jason's spine.

Jason keens, as Dick starts moving further down. Moving over to the nipple not currently occupied, Dick latches on tightly. He sucks at the same time that he pinches the other nipple and Jason can't contain his sounds at the sensation. "Fuck, Dick."

"Patience, little brother. We're not at that part yet." Jason glares at Dick, only for the alpha to switch to the other nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud. Jason's glare falls as yelps, and he can see Dick's smirk around the nipple in his mouth.

"Your- ah!- lucky you're good at this, Dickhead, cause- shit- otherwise I'd kick you out."

Dick gives one last kiss to the nipple before leaning his head back onto the mattress. "Sure you will, Jay."

Jason glares at him once more, and Dick lets out a hearty laugh. In retaliation, Jason adjusts his body slightly and grinds down hard on Dick's clothed erection. Dick chokes on his laugh as a hiss is ripped from his throat. Now it's Jason's turn to smirk as he does it once more.

Jason shimmies down Dick's body to his pants. He grabs the waistband of both Dick's sweatpants and boxers before yanking them down and off the alpha's body. Turning his attention to Dick's newly freed cock, he starts leaning forward to take it in his mouth-

-Only for Dick's hand to rest on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Jason, wait,".

Jason freezes, every muscle in his body tensing in fear. Did he go too far? Too quick?

Dick must sense his distress, because he runs a reassuring hand through Jason's curls. "No, shhh. You're fine, Jay. You did nothing wrong. It's just. Aren't I the one who's supposed to be taking care of you right now?"

Jason relaxes at the words. "You are, Dick. And right now the way you can take care of me is by letting me get that fat fucking cock inside my mouth."

Dick laughs as he removes his hand. "Well, if you insist."

"Oh, I do." With that, Jason continues leaning forward, uninterrupted, until his face is right next to Dick's cock. He breathes in sharply, taking in the musky scent of the alpha's arousal straight from the source.

Jason licks a stripe over the length of the cock, starting from the knot at the bottom and making his way to the tip. Swirling his tongue around the head, Jason can taste the precum that's starting to bead out of the slit. Dick's breath hitches as Jason flicks his tongue inside the slit a few times, enjoying the salty taste.

Finally, Jason takes the cock into his mouth. Starting with just the tip, he sucks softly before pushing down a little further. Bobbing his head, he takes a little more of the cock each time, until the head touches the back of his throat. He can't take the whole thing, so he reaches his hand to stroke what doesn't fit in his mouth as he bobs more earnestly.

Dick moans, his hips unconsciously thrusting upwards into Jason's throat. Jason chokes, and pulls his mouth away completely.

"Shit, Jay! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Jason responds. He's still stroking Dick's cock with his hand as he catches his breath. Dick grabs his wrist, halting Jason's strokes.

"If you do that again, I won't last much longer." Jason gives him a look.

"What? Big brother getting too old to hold his load?" He teases. Dick growls, flipping them over once more.

"You're just too perfect for me, little brother. Can you blame me for not being able to hold myself back?" It's Dick's turn to make his way down Jason's body, leaving kisses in his wake as he trails between Jason's thighs. Dick wastes no time as he takes Jason's cocklet fully into his mouth. It barely reaches Dick's throat, so the alpha is able to lick and suck to his heart's content as he pleasures Jason.

Jason closes his eyes as he pants hard at the feeling. This means he is wholly unaware when three fingers are suddenly shoved inside of him. He cries out at the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck, Jay." Dick releases Jason's cocklet to say. He starts thrusting the fingers in and out of Jason. "You're so fucking loose and wet. You feel amazing. All nice and prepped already for me. I'm so grateful you're letting me do this for you, little brother. Thank you for letting me take care of you."

Jason whines at the words. Dick simply turns his attention back to Jason's cocklet, putting it back in his mouth to continue his ministrations.

The tension is starting to build up in Jason once more. It feels so fucking good, and he can do nothing but lay there as Dick fingers his hole and blows him. Then, Dick's fingers hit Jason's prostate, causing Jason to cry out in pleasure. Dick says nothing, simply angles to hit that spot every time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jason can't help but repeat. "Fuck, Dick. I'm getting close." Dick simply picks up the pace on both of his tasks, slamming his fingers repeatedly inside of Jason and sucking hard on his cocklet.

The tension builds higher and higher, until Jason screams as his most intense orgasm ever rips through him. His walls pulse around Dick's fingers, slick gushing out as Dick continues driving them inside. Jason's whole body is trembling as Dick fingers him through the orgasm. Jason mewls as Dick continues even after the orgasm fades. He tries pulling away from the alpha's touch, but Dick grabs his hip with his other hand to stop him.

"Shhh. It's okay, Jay. But we're not done yet. There's still something else we need to put in this pretty cunt of yours." Despite having just climaxed, his insides clench with interest at the thought of Dick filling him up with his knot. It's what his body's been craving this whole time, after all. And now, it's finally about to get what it's been asking for.

Dick brings his face back up to Jason's. He rests their foreheads together. "How are you feeling?" He whispers softly, his eyes gazing softly into Jason's.

Jason doesn't think he can respond with words. The lingering spasms of his orgasm mixed with Dick's continued stretching inside him, Jason's on cloud nine. He signifies this with a chaste kiss to Dick's lips. Dick smiles fondly at him, and Jason is able to at least return it with a smile of his own.

Dick connects their lips again. This time, when he goes for a slow and leisurely kiss, Jason doesn't fight it. Instead, he returns it in kind, savoring the gentle feeling of their lips sliding together. Jason can taste himself on Dick's tongue, and he chases the taste, even as Dick pulls his tongue back into his own mouth. Dick separates them and leans back.

"How do you want me, Jason?" Dick asks. Jason thinks about it, but he really doesn't want to move.

"L'ke th's" he mumbles. Dick simply nods before grabbing behind Jason's knees and pushing his legs up towards his chest. Dick lines up his cock, looking up at Jason one last time. Seeing whatever he's looking for, Dick stares Jason straight in the eyes as he gently starts pushing his way inside.

They both gasp at the feeling. Jason, at the sensation of finally being filled by a warm, real cock. And Dick, at the sensation of Jason clamping down on him hard. The slide in is easy. Jason's been in heat for days now, been prepped over and over again, along with the puddles of slick he body continuously produces. Needless to say, it's easy for Dick to smoothly glide straight to the hilt.

"Shit, Jay. You feel so good." Dick slides out slowly, before slamming himself back in. Jason gasps, his back arching in pleasure. Dick continues like that, a slow but deep pace that has Jason's body crying in pleasure and relief at finally getting what it wants. Jason's body quickly gets with the program, his cocklet hardening again and slick rushing past Dick's cock with every thrust.

Soon, Jason's exhaustion from his orgasm is completely gone, and he's actively thrusting his hips in time with Dick's movements. He begins to feel something catch on his rim with every thrust. Dick's knot.

"Knot me, Dick. I want to feel my big brother's knot inside of me. Please!"

Dick growls, his pace hastening as his knot grows bigger and bigger. Each thrust of their hips causes it to rub deliciously on Jason's rim as it struggles to continue moving in and out. Soon, Dick is having to put effort into popping the knot in and out. But he keeps doing it, the pressure causing shocks of pleasure every time. Eventually, though, the knot gets stuck inside completely.

This doesn't stop Dick's movement however, as the alpha starts grinding his cock inside of Jason. He's filled completely, the tip of Dick's cock barely poking Jason's cervix with every grind, and Jason's prostate is being grazed by the Dick's thick shaft.

Dick grunts with each grind of his hips, and Jason helps by grinding up just as hard into the other man. Finally, Dick grinds down hard one last time before staying still as Jason feels his insides fill with something warm. Dick's cum, Jason's mind supplies oh so helpfully.

Dick stays like that until the last of his cum spurts out of his cock, before plopping down softly onto Jason. "I know you still need to cum again, but give me a minute to breathe. I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

"Geez." Jason breathes out. "First you almost blow early, then you have no stamina. You really are getting old, Dickie."

Dick flicks him playfully and Jason laughs in response.

Its only a minute or two before Dick picks himself back up off of Jason. He leans up and kisses him before moving to his neck. As he starts up his grinding once more, Dick licks and nibbles his way down Jason's neck once more, leaving hickeys in his wake. He stops again at Jason's mating gland, and Jason almost cums then and there when Dick nibbles at it without breaking skin.

Dick continues down until he's sucking at Jason's nipples hungrily. Between that, and the grinding against his prostate, it doesn't take long for Jason to grow steadily close to the edge once more. It builds and builds and Jason knows he's gonna finish at any moment feels his body tensing until finally-

"Cum on your big brother's knot, Jay."

-he's thrown over the edge, somehow even more intense than before.

"Fuuuuuck." Jason howls as Dick continues grinding and sucking and fuck it's too much he's not stopping it feels so good and-

Jason feels another wave course through his body and he cums for a second time in a row. Dick smiles, his lips leaving Jason's nipple with an audible pop and his hips slowing to a halt in their grinds.

"You're perfect, Jay." Dick whispers, bringing a hand to run through Jason's hair. "Fuck. You don't understand how thankful I am that you let me help you."

Dick leans to kiss Jason softly before continuing. "I will always be there to help you, Jason. Always."

He leans down to kiss Jason's chin. "All you need to do is ask."

He kisses Jason's pulse point. "Whenever you need me, I'm yours, Jay."

Finally, Dick reaches Jason's mating gland. Feather light, he places a kiss on top of the gland, causing a shiver to run through Jason. "Just like you're mine."

Surely, Dick can't mean what Jason thinks he means? But, as Dick pulls away from Jason's neck and stares him in the eyes, he can see that it's true. Dick's scent confirms it as well, drifting around Jason in a mist of want-mate-court-love-mine-please-mine. Fuck.

Dick presses a chaste kiss to Jason's lips once more. "You don't need to say anything right now. Rest for now, we're gonna be connected for a little while longer."

Jason simply nods and closes his eyes, feeling Dick lower himself back down onto Jason like a makeshift blanket. As he drifts off to sleep, Jason's nose is filled with the smell of protect-sleeping mate- mine- safe-promise.

~~~~~~~~

END NOTE:

Now, this one, unlike most of my other fics, has more smut than I expected, not less. So much so that I have a second chapter planned that will also involve a decent amount of smut. These boys just did not want to stop touching each other. And, I mean, valid.

Let me know if I'm missing any tags, I'm unfamiliar with tagging omegaverse. Like, it's not quite anal sex, but it's also not not anal sex.

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