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The apartment was quiet when Dick came home, the kind of stillness that usually meant you were curled up in your nest. He’d been noticing it for days now. How the couch pillows migrated off the couch, how your favorite blankets disappeared from the linen closet, how one of his shirts was missing every time he opened the dresser.
At first, it had made him smile. You always got clingy right before your heat, softer and a little absentminded, padding around the apartment with that distracted look in your eyes. But tonight the air hit him like a punch the second he opened the door.
Your scent was everywhere. Sweet and thick and begging.
“Sweetheart?” His voice was already rougher than he wanted. He dropped his bag by the door, locking it behind him with muscle memory while his pupils dilated, his Alpha instincts prickling sharp.
You were in the bedroom, the blankets stacked high and messy, your body tucked in the middle of it all like a flame in the center of a bonfire. Sweat slicked your temples, your thighs pressed tight together as you whined at the sound of his voice.
“Dick…” You lifted your head, pupils blown wide, lips parted, “It’s— it’s bad this time.”
Fuck.
The smell of your slick was in the air now, layered beneath your heat-scent, and his body responded instantly. His cock hardened so fast it hurt, his canines pricking against his lower lip. He crossed the room before he could stop himself, crawling into the nest you’d built, hands bracing on either side of your hips.
“You should’ve called me,” he growled, low and harsh, his self-control unraveling at the sight of you. “You can’t go through this alone.”
“I was trying—” Your protest broke into a gasp when he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deep. The bond between you sang, his pheromones flooding out to soothe you, but they came with a hungry edge.
“Trying to drive me insane?” His hips ground against yours, his hardness pressing through the thin fabric of his sweats, “Do you even know what you smell like right now?”
Your answering whine only made him snap.
“You should’ve called me,” he repeated with rasp, voice breaking low, more growl than words. His fingers curled into the blankets on either side of your hips as his control slipped like water through his hands.
You whimpered, shifting against the mound of pillows. “I couldn’t—just needed—”
“Me,” he finished for you, nose burying against your throat again. Your skin burned under the press of his lips as he inhaled hard, at your bonding mark, dragging your heat scent deep into his lungs. The rumble in his chest vibrated against you, primal and possessive. “Fuck, you’re burning up for me.”
Your hands fisted in his shirt, tugging, begging without words. That tiny plea shredded the last bit of restraint he had.
He stripped you fast, yanking your shorts and panties down your legs and tossing them out of the nest. The air hit you cool, but it was nothing compared to the molten heat of his palm sliding between your thighs.
“So wet,” he snarled, his fingers slipping easily through your slick folds, “So ready. You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?”
You whined, hips jerking up into his hand. His answering growl was harsh, almost a warning,“Careful. I don’t know how gentle I can be right now.”
But even as he said it, he was already shoving his sweats down, his cock slapping heavy against his abdomen. Thick, flushed, already leaking. He didn’t bother teasing, didn’t ease you in like he normally would. His Alpha instincts wouldn’t allow it.
One hard thrust and he was inside you, driving deep until his hips crashed against yours. The cry that tore out of your throat was half-pain, half-relief, and it nearly undid him.
“Fuck—” He bent over you, forehead pressing into your shoulder as he pounded into you, every stroke fast and brutal, fueled by instinct to breed, to claim. The wet sounds of your bodies filled the room, slick gushing around his cock with every punishing thrust.
Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red streaks, but he only growled louder, rut-mad and wrecked. “That’s it— mark me, Omega. Show me who you belong to.”
You sobbed his name, body arching into his, desperate and undone. His scent glands rubbed against your throat, coating you in his musk until your heat spiraled higher, wringing orgasm after orgasm from you under his relentless pace.
And then his knot swelled. You felt it press at your entrance with every thrust, bigger, harder, threatening to lock you down.
“Gonna— fuck— gonna knot you,” he ground out, teeth sinking into your scent gland in a claiming bite as his hips snapped forward one final time. The knot pushed in, locking deep inside you, forcing your walls to stretch around it as his release flooded your core.
You screamed with it, clutching him tight as the thick heat of his spend filled you, every instinct screaming claimed, claimed, claimed.
Dick held you down, panting raggedly into your neck, his knot pulsing inside you as his hips twitched with aftershocks. The feral haze slowly ebbed, but not before he murmured, almost broken, “Mine. You’re mine.”
And the way you moaned softly, weakly agreeing against his lips, had him baring his teeth in a satisfied, primal smile.
By the second round, his edges had softened. Still hungry, but his touches gentled, his hand cradling your jaw, his lips brushing over your damp forehead as he rolled his hips into you slower, deeper.
You clung to him, arms winding around his neck, burying your face against his throat as he moved inside you. He smelled like sweat and sex, but his scent glands pulsed comfort, reassurance, blanketing you in Alpha warmth.
“Better?” he whispered, kissing your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your lips. “Not so rough this time.”
“Better,” you breathed, though your hips rolled up into him with greedy urgency. “Still— still so much—”
“I know,” he murmured, rocking into you deeper, slower, hitting that spot that made your voice crack, “Heat’s not letting up yet, huh? That’s okay. I’ve got plenty left for you.”
Every thrust was deliberate now, meant to stretch, to soothe, to pleasure. His hand slid down to lace with yours, fingers squeezing tight as he whispered praise against your lips.
“Taking me so good… my perfect Omega… you’re everything, you know that? Made for me.”
Your answering moans were softer this time, threaded with tears as your body gave in to the steady rhythm. Each climax rolled over you slower but deeper, leaving you trembling in his arms, your slick coating his cock until the nest smelled of nothing but Alpha and Omega, of bond and heat.
When he came again, it wasn’t with a snarl but with a low groan, his forehead pressed to yours as he spilled inside you, hips grinding through the aftershocks to keep you full, to make sure you felt every drop.
After, he didn’t pull away. He stayed with you, still moving slow, still murmuring against your lips like he could anchor you through the haze.
“As many rounds as you need,” he promised quietly, brushing a thumb over your swollen lower lip. “I’ll be here the whole time.”
And the way you whispered please against his mouth, needy and vulnerable, only made him sink deeper into you again—!ready to give you exactly what your heat demanded.
Your tears wet his shoulder, overwhelmed not by pain but by the sweetness of him beneath the animal urgency. He murmured through it, rocking you against him, filling you again and again until your heat-drunk body finally sagged into his arms.
By the time the worst of it ebbed, you were tangled together in the mess of your nest, your body marked with his bites and your scent tangled with his. Dick stroked a hand down your spine, his knot still buried deep but his voice quiet, grounding.
“Not letting you go through this alone again,” he murmured, half a vow, half a warning to himself. “Next time you start nesting, I’m clearing my schedule.”
Your laugh was tired, breathless, but your arms tightened around him like you agreed.
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Tags: Jason Todd x F!Reader, 18+, Alpha!Jason, Omega!Reader, SoftDom!Jason, Biting, Blood
Word Count: ~3k
Author’s Note: kinda expanding on this a bit and ngl I got a little lost in the sauce with this one… anyways enjoy!
It wasn’t during the first day of their stakeout that Jason noticed anything was off. Nor during the second day.
But maybe he should’ve known something was up when they charged in on the third day and knocked some heads around. Sure, he’d been a bit more aggressive than he should’ve been—a lot of the bad guys probably had life-altering concussions, he’d shattered a couple of jaws, and he was pretty sure he’d broken more than a few femurs. So, he’d be the first to admit, he’d been a bit… much. His frown deepened as he tied up the last goon and delivered one more kick for good measure.
“Dude, you reek.” Tim gagged, shaking his head as he crouched down to ID the cronies at Jason’s feet. “We’ve gotta get you to a shower, man.” The Beta didn’t mean anything by it, and Jason knew that. But as he re-holstered his twin pistols on his back, he couldn’t help but want to throttle the kid. He hated feeling this way.
Jason took a deep breath and held it, counting to ten, then thirty seconds before slowly releasing it. He needed to go back to the safehouse. He needed to go home. He stalked over to his motorbike, noticing the red and blue lights in the distance growing nearer.
“No worries, Jaybird! We all smell bad after a decent workout!” Dick slapped a hand onto Jason’s back. “How about we head back? Clean up, eat, and play some Parcheesi, huh? ” He’d looped Tim into a headlock as they made their way to their bikes. “The night’s still young!”
“God, you’re old.” Tim laughed, wriggling out of Dick’s arm.
“Yeah, I’ll pass.” Jason grunted. His bike engine hummed as he situated himself in the seat, taking a moment to stretch the muscles in his neck. When had he gotten so tense?
“Oh! That reminds me!” the other Alpha perked up from his bike. “I left my nice socks at your place. Mind if I grab them?”
“Sure, man.” Jason rolled his eyes. “Just don’t make a mess looking for ‘em like you did last time.” He grunted and sped off, his two brothers trailing behind.
The ride back was quicker than Jason had anticipated. His mind was preoccupied with the mystery of his growing irritation. But where was it coming from? He thought he’d worked past the whole ‘edge-lord-angst’, so what was it? The questions churned, his fists clenched against the handlebars of his bike.
As he pulled into the hidden driveway of the building, his recent outbursts played on a loop in his mind—this anger, this aggression—it felt familiar. He let out a sharp sigh, dismounting and heading for the door. It had to be his rut approaching. It was a bit early, but not impossible, he reasoned. If he could just hold out until his brothers left, he’d be in the clear.
They climbed up to the safe house at the top of the apartment complex. Jason shoved the front door open, his brothers chatting behind him. He placed his helmet on the counter near the door, shucking off his jacket and gloves as he and his brothers shuffled into the foyer.
The front room of the apartment was dark and quiet, but something in the air smelled delicious. Had you cooked something? Or baked? It was a scent he couldn’t quite place, but it carried the same allure as you. It made his mind swirl and his mouth water. It was almost as if-
You’d gone into your heat.
Jason’s hand stopped halfway to the light switch. Fuck, he’d known—you’d both been tracking it, and somehow, he still forgot. That would explain why his rut came so early. He heard Dick take a sharp breath.
No.
Jason rounded on his brothers, hackles raised, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. The sound vibrated in the air, a warning that cut through the silence. With his rut bearing down on him, his Omega alone, lost to the throes of heat... He knew he was being irrational. And yet, the urge to tear them both to pieces clawed at him, raw and unrelenting.
The smell of danger thickened in the room, a warning that left no doubt: His brothers were no longer welcome. He needed them out. Now.
“Hey, look, say no more.” Dick said, ever quick to pick up on cues, raised one hand in a placating gesture. With the other, he grabbed the collar of the Beta beside him, who had been attempting to squeeze further into the room. Now, Tim stood stock-still in his tracks.
“In fact,” his younger brother piped up, “say less.” The Beta and the blue-clad Alpha took a slow step back, cautiously making their way to the threshold. Dick knew if he or Tim made any sudden moves, Jason would attack and wouldn’t let up until they submitted.
That wasn’t something any of them wanted to deal with.
“I’ll come back for the socks another time.” Dick huffed a laugh. Jason appreciated him for that, but his patience was wearing thin. For every step back his brothers took, Jason took one forward. He then grabbed the door and slammed it shut.
With Dick and Tim on the other side now and hopefully making their way out of his building, their presence lingering in the air like a threat, the urge to chase still clawed at him. You were in the next room and every instinct screamed at him to protect you, to secure his territory. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he fought the urge, forcing himself to focus. Kicking them out had been the right choice, but the Alpha still simmered beneath the surface.
After a moment, he hastily made his way over to the shared room where your scent was strongest.
Jason went to open the door, but the handle was locked. For weeks, he had been trying to convince you to take the necessary precautions to stay safe while you were alone. He was glad you had listened to him —except for now when he desperately wished you hadn’t. His Alpha clawed furiously in his chest, urging him to get to you.
He lifted his hand, intending to knock on the offending piece of wood. Instead, he pressed his forehead against the door, digging his nails into the palm of his fist.
Deep breath in, and out.
His nerves settled, but just barely. Knowing you were right there on the other side did little to help. To him, everything that mattered lay beyond that door.
Your whine filtered through, and his adrenaline spiked again.
“Baby, are you okay? Do you need-” Do you need me? I can help you. Please let me in, he wanted to say.
He was shaking. He wanted to rip the door off its hinges, to tear it apart, but he would rather drown in the pits than make you afraid of him. So, he slid to the floor, trying once again to calm the growling in his chest.
Breathe in.
His head swam, dulled to everything around him yet acutely aware of your presence just a few feet away. He heard a scuffle and a soft tumble on the other side of the door.
Breathe out.
A few clicks sounded, and the handle turned in his grip.
Breathe in.
The door wrenched open, and he was struck with the most delectable scent.
In. And in. And innn.
Jason filled his lungs with it, tasting the air on his tongue and savoring the flavor on his palate. It was heady and warm, with the unmistakable and sweet lilt of an Omega in full heat. He opened his eyes—he didn’t even remember closing them—and there you stood. You were clad in the oversized tee he had worn before he left, the fabric hanging down to the tops of your thighs.
You were panting, dazed, your hair a mess from pulling at it as you spiraled into heat. Your eyes threatened to spill with frustrated tears.
You looked beautiful. And if he hadn’t already been on his knees, he would have dropped to them at the sight of you alone.
He noticed the haphazard pile of cloth on the bed. Your nest. He was devastated. He wanted to be there for you, but he left you alone to bear this.
“Jason, I-” You hiccuped, leaning forward with shaky hands. He straightened on his haunches, his hands gently trailing up the hot skin of your legs. You pressed your face against his temple, your breath warm and ragged.
“I need you, please..!” you sobbed into his jaw.
And—shit—he’ll help you. He’d give you everything you needed, anything you asked for.
Jason scrambled up from the floor, his grip firm as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you securely, he made his way toward the bed, every step deliberate, every movement careful.
“I got you, I got you,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, grounding you as he held you close. It only took two strides until he reached the bed where he placed you down into the warmth of the nest and made his way in himself, careful not to disturb the hard work you put into making it.
Before he could let you go, you pulled him into a steamy kiss, desperate and needy. He bit your lip tenderly then released it with another kiss of his own and trailed a large hand up your front to your breast, pinching and teasing one sensitive nipple and taking the other into his mouth, the large shirt bunched up at your neck. You moaned and your back bowed under his ministrations. His touch left a path of electricity tingling across your skin, it sent tingles down your spine to the tips of your toes.
He pulled the large shirt off you and threw it away from the bed. He tossed his own just as quickly. Jason then worked to take off his belt, eyeing your bare form hungrily.
You sat up, assisting him even though he didn't need it. You were frantic. As he threw his belt to the ground, you were already going after his fly.
"Shit.." Jason murmured, taken by how direct you were being.
You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He pushed the jeans and underwear off his body, and he felt your hands reach for him. He quickly grabbed your wrists, firmly pinning them down to the mattress. You whined, and he responded with a low, rumbling growl. The sound wasn’t just deep, it resonated through you like a live current, igniting every nerve it touched. It set your pulse racing, every thrum of his growl fanning a fire that refused to be contained. It was an Alpha’s call, raw and commanding, demanding a response your body couldn’t ignore.
Your legs snapped open to beckon him closer, hips raising desperately, and you felt it. His cock lay on your front just reaching your belly button, it was thick and heavy, red and rippled with veins, his head so leaking with his arousal that it dripped onto your stomach. A wave of helplessness surged through you, leaving you trembling and mind reeling with each moment he spent not in you. Pleas and half-formed sentences tumbled out of your mouth like the tears from your eyes.
His thumb glided tenderly across your cheek, warm and deliberate, as if tracing the path of your tears. He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips, savoring the faint taste of salt— he hated making you cry, but he loved the way you looked when you were needy like this. A guilty pleasure he would never admit.
He sat back up and hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. It was then as he went to line himself to your entrance that his breath stopped, he swallowed hard. Any other time he would work you open slowly, and he figured with your heat, he wouldn’t need to, but goddamn.
Your pussy was drooling.
He wanted to have his fill of you, to taste you and spell his name on your clit with his tongue over and over again. Marking you in one more way for himself. And fuck, he just might... He was salivating at the thought of getting his mouth on you.
Breath ragged, Jason traced a thumb up the seam of your opening, gathering your slick and almost dipping his finger into you before he pressed teasingly to the bundle of nerves at the top. You hissed a whine and arched your hips up for more. He instead pulled back his hand, where a sticky, thick trail of your own slick followed behind, it reminded him of honey. He popped it into his mouth— And tasted just as sweet, he groaned.
“Jason, please- I swear to god if you don’t do something,” Your voice snapped him out of his reverie. His eyes flicked to your own and down where you gripped desperately at his thighs and raised your hips once again, willing him to fuck you like he ought to, like he promised.
He then finally, finally started to push into you. You’re tight and warm. He rocked into you slowly, you can feel his cockhead slip in, parting you, and all your thoughts dissolved on your tongue, swept away by the sudden rush of pleasure that rendered your mind blank. At Jason’s final thrust, his hips are pressed flush against your own.
You felt deliciously full, and he watched your eyes flutter closed as you savored the moment’s perfection. A warmth spreading through you that almost made a purr rumble in your throat. You felt all of Jason inside you, filling you, pressing you. Amazing. So much better than your fingers.
His eyes locked with your hazy ones, your gaze glazed over with a debauched satisfaction.
“How you doin’, babe?” He huffs out.
You lick your lips and nod to him. He pressed his forehead to yours and laughed, low and breathy.
He was shaking holding himself there, steady for you to get used to his stretch until you carded your fingers through his hair in a silent plea.
To which He slowly pulled his hips away and promptly snapped his hips back to you. The sound that fell from your lips was wanton and so, so perfect. That had his Alpha howling. He needed another.
Jason’s restraint shattered, and he gave himself over completely to blind, ravenous, ruthless carnality.
Your voice went higher, shameless in its desire as he fucked you like his life depended on it. Pistoning himself into you, the headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall.
Although he fortified the apartment with soundproof doors and walls, Jason was sure even the neighbors two floors down would know his name.
Let them hear.
And he told you as much, your moans tumbled out of you non-stop, falling right into his ear and it sent shivers down his spine. He ran his tongue over his teeth before lapping at your neck and nipping at the tender and swollen scent glands there.
“Shit, please, Jason.”
Your voice high and full with need as you clutched at his shoulders and slammed your hips up to meet his own. You wanted him closer.
You felt the bite break skin, your body seized up and tightened around him as you keened with abandon. The Alpha tightened his jaw, tongue lapping up the blood as it seeped from the wound, beastly sounds pouring from somewhere deep in his chest. You had never felt anything so right in your entire life as this Alpha's teeth buried in you.
You frantically clawed at his back and writhed against him as you came, trying to push him away or bring him closer— you didn’t know. Jason held you tight all the same.
Jason was everywhere, he squeezed your waist, fondled your breast, mouthed under your neck then kissed you so deeply it was dizzying. Your Heat made him delirious, it wrapped around him and held him tight. He wanted to drown in you, to lose himself in every breath he took, as if you were the only thing keeping him alive.
Now Jason’s pace was growing erratic, he took your legs and folded you in half, bringing your knees to your shoulders and holding them there in his bruising grip. His voice fanned hotly against where he was pressed to your jaw.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”
You're practically suffocating up against him, chords of the muscles in his neck strained against your face as you tried to meet him thrust for thrust. You wanted more of him and to feel him deeper. In that moment you didn’t think, acting only on instinct as you sank your teeth into Jason's neck.
His eyes rolled back and you moaned into the flesh in your mouth as you both came. He thrusted himself in deep, filling you with his hot seed as he milked out the last shivers of your climax. He felt himself swelling, throbbing, his knot plugging you up and keeping him inside you. When you both stilled, panting and spent, he felt you release your bite and he gently lowered your legs to the sheets.
It took a solid minute or two before you came back around, limbs splayed, body jelly. Jason petted the shine of sweat from your brow, both of your breathing still heavy.
“Good?” Jason managed.
You nodded, and nodded, and nodded, mouth open. He smiled.
Jason’s gaze landed on a half-empty water bottle sitting on the nightstand. Snatching it up, he uncapped it in one swift motion and gently lifted you, pressing the bottle to your lips. He didn’t move, watching intently, until he was sure you’d had your fill. Only then did he take a long swig for himself before setting the bottle back on the table.
It’ll be about a half hour before the swell of his knot went down, he reasons. He tucks his hips in close and rolls you both over so you lay on top of him, careful not to tug on where you were tied together. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, feeling the soft rise and fall of your sigh against him. You kiss him back, fluttery and soft and tired just under his jaw.
——
Quite a few hours had passed, and it was daybreak now.
There was a clock on the nightstand by the bed, but he hadn’t bothered to read it and he didn’t care to. You consumed his every thought as you lay beside him, fast asleep.
After that first wave, positions began to change. He held you up and against him, jackhammering into you as he spread you open in front of the full length mirror across from the bed. He was below you and you rapidly bounced on his cock wailing and moaning as he fingered your clit. You were on your knees on the bed, his old shirt pressed to your mouth, fingers gripping the bed sheets as he kneaded your ass in delirious appreciation and left bites up your spine.
Now, you were sprawled on your back, one arm stretched wide while the other rested lightly on his, as if even in sleep, you needed to feel him close. The sight tugged at something deep within him, and he couldn’t help but smile. The moment filled him, rich and sweet, like honey spreading across his soul.
He laid on his side with his head in his hand as he lazily traced every mark on your warm skin. You were beautiful, a work of art.
His gaze lingered on the angry red bites scattered across your neck, a vivid reminder of his claim. A low purr rumbled through him, his Alpha stirring with satisfaction at the thought of bearing identical marks, a matching testament to the bond that tied you both together.
His eyes moved over the rest of your body to see trails of hickeys and bite marks, disappearing into the place between your legs where he had resided earlier.
He kissed your forehead and slowly, carefully left the bed. He stepped over the articles of clothing and bedding strewn across the room and made his way to the bathroom.
He returned to your side with a wet washcloth, and he gingerly shifted your leg to clean away the mess in between. He saw how swollen your entrance was, still leaking with his spend and your slick, and the second set of bite marks on your inner thigh. Mating marks.
The bruises on your body and scratches on his would fade over time, but these and the ones on your neck would stay.
After tossing the washcloth into the basket of soiled clothes, he retired back to the bed with you, lifted the blanket over you both and pulled you back into his embrace.
And as the morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over you, he continued to take you in. Although he wasn’t there for the beginning, he vowed to be there for you everytime after.
