#Alpha!Dick

[graytodd]

Beloved gray will you ever do abo again?

My dear anon, you have no idea how many times I attempted to draw a dickjay omegaverse fanart with no results, fortunately your request made me work hard, and motivated me even more. I hope you enjoy omega!jason and alpha!dick dynamic ~

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Dick: Sorry guys, Bruce AND Alfred said no more cookies for today

Damian: this vexes me

Tim: so not demure

Duke: I’m going to eat Damian

Jason and Steph: Destiel didn’t die for this

Cass: ☝️❓🤨🙄

Dick: Please guys what the fuck are you saying

[hairy-tommy]

Hairy but demure 🦦😇

[desibrownboys]

[slmbullmadrid]

[nosyrobin]

I saw this was in your list of things to write but nobody's sent you an ask yet (I think) sooo...

How would an Omegaverse Batfam react if M!Sibling!reader presented as an Alpha/Beta/Omega? Would they be more protective if reader was an Omega? More like a sibling rivalry situation if they're an Alpha?

||OMEGAVERSE AU!BATFAM X BATBRO!READER||

A/N: thanks for requesting! Here’s your order. <33

ALPHA

If batbro was ever an alpha, which I hc that if the batfam was in omegaverse that all the boys would either be betas or alphas. If batbro was an alpha, there would definitely be some kind of rivalry between the boys and batbro. But never too serious. It would line wolves playfully roughhousing until one says “ima be the main alpha when blah blah blah dies.” Then it gets a little serious.

But other than that, it’s probably nothing much rather than the batfam making sure you don’t crash out and act crazy around omegas. Dick probably tries to make you do dates because he already found himself one from a hook up. You can deny all you want but really your older brother just wants you to be happy with your omega.

Jason probably warns you about real dangerous omegas he heard around when patrol as red hood, he probably puts a tracker on you.

Tim, he doesn’t care much since you are an alpha like the rest of the family. He’s a beta, he’s smart enough to know you can take care of yourself. But at the same time there are dangerous omegas that will try and drug his brother he cares for since he is a Wayne. So he puts a tracker onto you as well.

Damian tries hard to not care for you. He glares at you, he basically growls at you. Trying to put on a hard shell, but he can’t help but stand by you everytime. He’s an alpha, and to another alpha to another. The pack must protect each other.

BETA

If batbro was a beta, I feel like the family would be very normal about it. Not disappointed that their brother is not an alpha, but at least he’s a beta.

The family is so glad their brother is a beta since beta’s are practically human beings in the omegaverse. No rut/heat, no aggressive or submissive behavior that can lead to tragedies. Just pure normal behavior.

Though that doesn’t mean your alpha and beta brothers won’t be protective of you. Of course they’re protective of you! You’re the one that puts the brothers and family together like glue like Alfred. You’re sane, you’re calm, and you’re a beta. You’re the package they need to relax after a terrible patrol.

Neither the less, it’s pretty chill for batbro who’s a beta.

OMEGA

Oh boy..if batbro was ever an omega….the batfamily is so protective over their omega family member. Always making sure the omega male has suppressants on during heat season. If batbro was ever around an alphas that wasn’t any of the batfamily members, Jason and dick are immediately behind the omega trying to see if the alpha has any bad intentions. Alphas know another alpha. Especially Jason since he knows how alphas can get around omegas.

Damian wouldn’t hesitate to chop off any alpha’s head for his brother. And Tim, Tim doesn’t mind doxing and scaring a few alphas away from his brother.

Bruce, ooooh boy. Bruce would definitely go Batman mode if an alpha even dares to try and be aggressive to his poor omega of a son. Jason would even give the alpha a little red hood visit with a gun loaded in his hand. These two don’t play.

They always keep tabs on you, because in omegaverse being an omega is basically a death wish. But being in Gotham is even worse than a death wish itself. They don’t care if you trained to fight as well and can kick mean ass. There can still be people that can always beat batbro up so they just track him 24/7.

[incorrectbatfam]

I need Dick's reactions to Gen Alpha Dami and Jon, maybe if he's babysitting or chaperoning them both or smth? Thank you!

Damian: Grayson, my friends are coming over.

Dick: I'll run down to the gas station for some snacks.

Damian: Tt. That's nothing but chemically treated junk peddled by megacorporations who fund deforestation and violate human rights at the cost of our health and taxpayer dollars.

Dick: Well we don't have much at home so I'll take you out to eat.

Dick, muttering as he leaves: Deforestation and taxpayer dollars...

———————

Damian: Grayson, these are my friends. You already know Jon, Colin, and Billy. Meet Maya, Maps, Kathy, and Suren. Guys, this is my fossil of a brother, Richard.

Dick: I'm only 27!

Maya: 2024 minus 27...

Maya: You were born in the 1900s.

———————

[in the car]

Dick: So, Kathy, where are you from?

Kathy: *stifles a laugh*

Kathy: Ohio.

The kids: *high five*

———————

[at the arcade]

Dick: They're charging four tokens to play Doodle Jump? I played this for free on the school iPads in junior high.

Colin: Inflation.

Dick: How about your game, Suren?

Suren, wearing VR glasses: *whacks Dick with a plastic sword*

———————

[at the prize counter]

Maps: I'll take that.

Maps: *points to a box*

Dick: What is it?

Maps: I don't know. It's a mystery. Now record me doing an unboxing for my gacha channel.

———————

[at the pizza parlor]

Dick: Where's the menu?

Damian: It's the QR code on the table.

Billy: Mine's not loading.

Maps: Womp womp.

Dick: Here, we can use a print one.

Billy: *tries to zoom in on paper*

———————

[at home]

Bruce: How was your day? Did you have fun?

Jon: Yeah. We even saw an influencer at the thrift store on the way back.

Damian: Tt, more like a they/them catboy Karen.

Bruce: That's... nice?

Bruce: *looks to Dick for an explanation*

Dick: *shrugs*

[hunkpossession0]

I AM A SWIMMER NOW I GUESS

Saw this hot hunk at the beach today, that wetsuit made my boner start growing. Now I’m in his body, and I can’t believe my luck.

It all started this morning when I decided to hit the beach. I was feeling restless, yearning for a change, something exciting to break the monotony of my everyday life. As soon as I arrived, I saw him. Towering over everyone, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest were perfectly defined through the tight, black wetsuit clinging to his muscular frame. His short hair glistened in the sun, and every movement he made was a display of pure, effortless power.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. As he waded into the water, the way his wetsuit accentuated every muscle and curve of his body made my heart race and, to be honest, made my boner start growing. I knew I had to find a way to get closer.

As he emerged from the water streaming off his perfect physique, I felt a burning desire to be him. The intensity of this longing was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I watched him check his watch, noting the impressive times from his swim. This guy was dedicated, and his hard work had clearly paid off.

Fueled by envy and desire, I followed him discreetly as he walked along the beach. He seemed to be in his own world, confident and relaxed. I felt a strange, overwhelming sensation, and before I knew it, I was standing right behind him, feeling a surge of power and an inexplicable connection.

With a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed his shoulder. He turned around, eyes widening in surprise. Before he could react, I focused all my thoughts and desires into one single point, imagining myself as him. The world seemed to shift and blur for a moment.

When my vision cleared, I was looking down at a different perspective. I glanced at my hands—his hands—strong and tanned. I ran my fingers over the wetsuit, feeling the tight material against my skin, my new skin. I had done it. I was in his body.

I walked towards the water, feeling the power in each step. My new muscles rippled under the wetsuit, and I reveled in the sensation of being so strong, so alive. The beach seemed different from this vantage point, people’s eyes on me, admiration, and envy clear in their gazes.

After an hour or so, I took a break, sitting on the beach and marveling at my new form. I noticed a watch on my wrist, the kind swimmers use to track their training times. Curiously, I checked it. His – my – times were impressive. No wonder he had such an incredible physique; this guy was dedicated, and his training was clearly paying off.

I couldn’t help but run my hands over my new body, feeling the hard muscles under the wetsuit. The sensation was intoxicating. Every touch sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I looked down at the bulge in the wetsuit, now mine, and felt a thrill unlike any other. This body was pure sex appeal, and I could feel the raw, physical power coursing through every inch of me.

But then, a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see the original owner of the body, now in my old, ordinary form, staring down at me with a mixture of anger and confusion.

“What did you do?” he demanded, his voice trembling with rage.

Panic surged through me. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I had stolen his body, but what was I supposed to do now?

“Look, I…” I began, but he cut me off.

“You think you can just steal my life?” he yelled. “You’re going to regret this!”

Before I could respond, he lunged at me. Despite being in his former, less impressive body, he tackled me to the ground with surprising strength. We wrestled in the sand, but I quickly overpowered him, my new muscles easily subduing him.

People started to gather, watching the commotion. I had to think fast.

“This guy’s crazy,” I shouted to the onlookers. “He attacked me out of nowhere!”

A couple of beachgoers pulled him off me, holding him back as he struggled and shouted. I backed away, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.

As they dragged him away, his eyes locked onto mine, a promise of retribution clear in his glare. I knew this wasn’t over, but for now, I had won. I was the hunk in the wetsuit, the center of attention, the one everyone admired.

I had to be careful, though. I had taken his body, but it hadn’t accounted for the consequences. For now, I would enjoy my new life, but I knew I had to find a way to secure it permanently, to make sure I stayed in this perfect body without the risk of losing it.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I walked back towards the water, feeling the cool waves lap against my feet. I was determined to make the most of this opportunity, no matter what it took.

I had stolen the swimmer’s body, and I wasn’t about to let it go. Every flex, every move in the tight wetsuit was a reminder of what I had gained. I leaned back, a smile spreading across my face as I whispered to myself, "Haha, now you are mine."

[waxcloth-din]

Rainy mornings in Blood Gulch.

[mikakuna]

i think because everyone in the family treats jason as the dumb one, he should show up at a gala and just act super bimbo. it's retaliation, okay? they all think he's below them in terms of intelligence so why shouldn't he take advantage of that?

cue jason pulling up to a wayne gala looking absolutely delectable. his curls are nice and pretty, lips looking soft and plump, cheeks naturally flushed, eyes all doe-like, lashes curled, suit literally stuck to his body and enhancing his thickness-- he looks gorgeous. the bats think, whatever, it's fine.

nope. bruce almost has a heart attack when his barely adult son walks up to a group of older men, places a gentle hand on one of their arms, and starts giggling. his barely legal son is leaning into these men, tilting his head and baring his neck just so, and putting on the most enticing smile. HIS CHILD is subtly sticking his hips out, pouting his lips, and leaning close to whisper who knows what into the ears of these leering grown men.

dick and tim do a double take when they see jason "clumsily" spill whine down the front of his suit and then begin unbuttoning his top with a ditzy, tipsy giggle of "oh no! :( would you handsome fellas mind helping me out?"

by the end of the night, jason has bruce sitting down with his head in his hands and contemplating everything.

[graytodd]

shannara810 is getting back to writing and asked inspo for a wip in which Omega!Jay is the the youngest son of Ra's Al Ghul and Damian wants Alpha!Dick as his uncle's alpha. I had so much fun drawing this panel, I really hope you like it, crack queen lol ���

[domme-deszy]

Relapse is just around the corner 🤤

[lexirosewrites]

desperate omega Steve gets cut off by his parents after high school and ends up working at the slutty wing place in town, Slickers, where omegas trade short skirts for huge tips from their ogling customers

first time patron, and very wealthy alpha, Eddie decides to order the lunch special— the delectable fresh meat tugging nervously at his skirt and blushing at the way the entire restaurant seems to only have eyes for him

Eddie is generous. he gives Steve more than just a tip… he gives him an entire knot!

(inspired by this tiktok)

[slmbullmadrid]

[superbat-love]

Clark stared miserably at his plate, seated across from his latest potential marriage prospect, the Omega son of Obs-Tinate, the CEO of Tinate, one of Krypton’s largest pharmaceutical companies.

"So, what do you do for fun?" the Omega asked Clark.

“I read a lot. Right now, I’m going through a book called ‘The Life and Death of Earth’. It’s fascinating—Earth’s culture and history really interest me. I also write under the pseudonym Clark Kent,” Clark replied.

"Oh, you’re a writer. Anyway, you’ll be inheriting your parents' research company, right?" the Omega said, clearly uninterested. Before Clark could respond, a waiter approached the table.

“Welcome to Gotham, esteemed Omega consorts and gentle Alphas. I’m Dick, your waiter for tonight,” the young man said with a playful smile. “First up, we have the hors d'oeuvre, a Gotham specialty.” He elegantly placed the dish on the table.

“Wait a minute, these snacks are cold. I want them reheated,” Obs-Tinate complained.

The waiter looked confused. “Sir, they’re meant to be served cold.”

“I don’t care, they should be hot!” Obs snapped.

Jor-El, Clark’s father, offered the waiter an apologetic smile. “Could you ask the chef if he can make an exception?”

Dick gave a small bow and removed the dish, taking it back to the kitchen.

A minute later, a large, imposing man stormed out of the kitchen. The occupants of the table shrank back as he stomped toward them, his expression furious.

“What do you mean, you want them reheated? Why should I change Alfred’s recipe to suit your unrefined Alpha palate?” the man growled into Obs-Tinate’s terrified face.

“B-Back off, you... you gargantuan Omega!” the CEO stammered, his voice shaking. His son whimpered, trying to hide behind his father.

“Mr. Butcher!” Clark cried out, recognizing the furious man.

The man’s glare shifted to Clark, his eyes narrowing. “You’re that Alpha who’s always loitering outside my butcher shop. Are you stalking me?”

“It’s Kal-El! I didn’t know you worked as a chef here,” Clark said, eyes wide. “Is this your night job?”

“It’s not. In fact, I was never here, and you never saw me.” The man turned, quickly making his way back toward the kitchen.

Clark stood up from the table, ignoring his parents' concerned glances, and hurried after him. “Wait! Can I at least get your name?”

“Damn persistent Alpha,” the man muttered. He stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Fine. If I tell you my name, Mr. Floppy Bow, will you leave me alone?”

Clark nodded eagerly, his heart racing. He yelped when the man suddenly grabbed his bowtie and tugged him close.

“Call me Bruce,” the man murmured in his ear, his breath warm against Clark’s skin. He released him with a wink and disappeared into the kitchen. Clark caught a glimpse of Dick giving Bruce two thumbs up just before the doors swung shut behind him.

The Ugly Omega AU

[korraofthereef]

coming to you as a 21 year old woman, tiktok has completely ruined my humour.

credits @Eli_Roseprince on tiktok