#alpha Bruce Wayne

[takendruid]

Omegaverse batfam (not shipping) pains me so much, purely because of the fact that I want Bruce to be an omega so bad… but he HAS to be an alpha for maybe several reasons with the main ones being Damian, and the circumstances surrounding his birth.

I think Bruce being an omega would be really interesting, and because it makes a lot of sense in my head. He keeps on taking in children because he wants to, not because he necessarily needs to (in universe, I think anyway). I think it could also add to the whole secret identity thing? At least definitely before Robins start appearing.

People, at least definitely prior to Dick becoming Robin, wouldn’t expect the Batman to be an omega. So Batman being perceived as an alpha vs Bruce being an omega would work extremely well in Bruce’s favour. Maybe people would start questioning if he’s an omega once Robin appears, but no one physically sees him acting very motherly towards Robin.

To add, I personally HC that Jason would an omega because I love the idea of Jason being an omega who is extremely fierce, and protective of Crime Alley. But not because that is “his territory” in an alpha way, but more so because that is where he grew up. And it could also add to his whole “protects women and children” thing (I also personally ship JayRoy, and Roy can’t be an omega because of Lian’s origins being a bit similar to Damian’s).

So I really love the idea that Bruce could be a similarly protective and defensive omega of Gotham as a whole. (And I also think that an omega being incredibly rich and independent, despite how omegas are perceived, would be kind of cool from a societal standpoint.)

But this little shit (whom I love dearly), Damian motherfucking Wayne, is the entire thing that makes this headcanon fall apart, and makes it physically incapable of working. Because Bruce didn’t know Damian existed until he was about 9 I’m p sure, and Bruce got Talia pregnant, that literally makes Bruce completely incapable of being an omega. And also makes him incapable of being anything but an alpha depending on who you ask.

[jstoddwrites]

i have nothing to say other than i need brujay to fuck nasty and that in this particular fantasy i have, bruce 100% calls jason mama/mommy and yes bruce so much as uttering syllable of it has jason on such a power trip his blood sings and he soaks his panties

[witherby]

Not even gonna sign myself off as i usually because i am way too embarrassed to do that.....

https://www.tumblr.com/witherby/773253815516479488/how-do-u-feel-about-abo?source=share

Coughs. Omega Hal and Alpha Bruce

Only because mother hen Hal and cute fluff thingies,,, whenever someone mentions a/b/o i can only think of the cute stuff tbh

Finally, another Alpha!Bruce truther. I love Omega Bruce as much as the next guy but there is like No Content for Alpha B, and I want that man's overprotective leader instincts on display!!!!!

Omega Hal is something I've never considered truth be told, but you're so fucking right and you should say it.

They're the dream team your honor. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[charlieeenby]

just close your eyes, you'll be alright

bruce and jason deal with jason's fear of rape

warnings and tags: abo, discussions of child rape, threats of rape, time skips

title from safe & sound by taylor swift

Jason wanted to cuddle with Alpha. He wanted Alpha to hold him and scent him. He wanted to be safe. He didn’t feel safe, he was just hot and sweaty.

It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair.

Jason whined and buried himself further into his nest. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be in here, but it smelled like Alpha. It smelled safe.

A door opened somewhere and Jason flinched and whimpered. Alpha wasn’t here to keep him safe.

“Jason?” a voice said and Jason felt a tear run down his face. Where was Alpha? The bed shifted and the blanket that Jason had covered himself in was pulled away gently.

Then Jason could smell Alpha. He whined and looked up to see Alpha leaning over him.

“Alpha.” Jason lunged forward and into Alpha’s chest, whining.

“Pup, what’s the matter?” Alpha asked, hugging Jason.

Jason didn’t know. He just wanted Alpha.

“Puppy?”

Whining, Jason bared his throat to Alpha. Maybe if he was good and submitted to Alpha, then Alpha wouldn't leave him alone.

Alpha, shifted Jason and then laid down, curling around Jason. “Hush now, pup. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m here, Jaylad.” a wrist brushed against Jason’s neck.

Jason sighed softly, relaxing against Alpha.

“There we go.” Alpha rumbled softly and then he started purring. Jason responded with his own puppy purr, though is sounded different now.

Jason decided to worry about that later.

Bruce watched Jason sleep, worried sick about the pup that was curled up in his arms. Bruce has assumed that Jason would be an alpha, but the sweet, vanilla smell coming from him made Bruce sure he was wrong.

Jason was only 13 years old, he was presenting years too early, though Bruce had heard of pups presenting early if they felt it would keep them safe or secure their place in their pack.

He hoped Jason felt safe here, but the idea that Jason might have presented early because he didn’t feel secure in the pack worried Bruce.

Jason was his pup now, he’d pack claimed the pup a year ago and Jason had yelled at the social worker when he’d insinuated abuse. The courts couldn’t take him away from Bruce.

When Jason woke up, he panicked.

As he was scrambling out of the bed and away from the sleeping alpha, he got tangled in the blankets and ended up on the floor.

He heard Bruce move and he whimpered. The room smelled like omega heat and alpha. Jason didn’t like it and his panic spiked.

“Pup?” Bruce asked, coming around to kneel next to Jason.

Jason yelped and tried to get away, still tangled in the blankets. When he finally managed to get his legs untangled, he bolted, running out of the room and down the hall.

“ALFRED!” he yelled, knowing the old beta would help him. He heard Bruce call after him and he wanted to cry.

When he started running down the stairs, he called for Alfred again, still not hearing a response. Then he turned the corner into the kitchen, he slammed into someone.

“Hey, Jaybird! What are you yelling about?” Dick asked, smiling at Jason.

“Where’s Alfie?” Jason asked instead of answering.

“I am right here, Master Jason. Why on earth were you – oh!” Jason wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and pressed his face into his stomach. A hand rested on his hair for a moment before petting him softly. “Master Jason, what’s the matter?”

“I don’t – I didn’t -” Jason’s breath hitched and tears flowed freely down his cheeks, wetting the butler’s shirt.

“Jason? Where’d you, oh there you are.” Bruce sighed.

“Master Bruce, what has the pup so frightened?”

“Probably me.”

Alfred growled. He was a beta, but he was also in charge of Jason’s care and the idea that the young pup was scared of Bruce angered him.

“And why, pray tell, would he be afraid of you?” he asked calmly, hiding his rage.

“He presented last night. When I went to bed, he’d created a nest in my bed and wouldn’t let go of me. He woke up and panicked.”

Alfred hummed. Then he knelt down in front of Jason. “Master Jason, are you hurt?”

Jason shook his head no.

“Okay. Where you frightened when you woke up?”

Jason nodded.

“Alright. Can you tell me why?” Alfred asked gently.

“No.” Jason whispered.

“That’s alright, pup. Are you in any pain?”

“My head hurts. And everything smells really strong.”

Alfred nodded. “Pup, do you know what’s going on?”

“No. Woke up in Bruce’s bed. I don’t -” Jason hiccuped. “Don’t know how I got there.” his chest heaved as he tried not to cry.

“Pup, you presented as an omega last night.” Alfred spoke in a soft and quiet tone. “Master Bruce found you nesting in his bed and you wanted him near you.”

“But I don’t remember goin’ in there.” Jason said tearfully.

“That is unfortunately, quite common.”

Jason whimpered. “Don’t like it.”

“I know.” Alfred paused, trying to think of a way to soothe the pups fear. “Master Jason, would you like me to conduct a medical checkup? That way you would know for certain whether or not Master Bruce hurt you in any way?”

Jason nodded a little. “Yeah.”

Alfred smiled at the young boy, despite the pain in his heart due to the fact that Jason still didn’t trust Bruce enough to know he’d never lay a hand on him.

“Alright. Why don’t we go down to the cave and do that? Then we can have breakfast.”

Jason just nodded and pressed a little closer to Alfred.

Alfred scooped the pup up and tucked him under his chin. Then he stood and nodded once to Bruce and Dick. “I will prepare breakfast after I come back with Master Jason. You will both be staying up here until we return. Am I clear?”

Bruce just nodded and Alfred could see the pain in his eyes.

“Yeah, Alfred. We’ll stay up here.” Dick spoke very softly.

“You’re sure?” Jason asked, wide eyed.

“I’m sure, Master Jason. I would never protect Bruce if he had hurt you. If he had, I would shoot him in the genitals and then I would make sure he bled out from that.”

Jason giggled a little. “That’s not very nice, Alfie.” he whispered.

Alfred smiled. “Neither is hurting a pup.”

That made the boy frown. “But I’m not a pup anymore. I presented.”

“Master Jason, look at me.” the boy looked up. “You are 13 years old. Until you are 18, you will be a pup. Presented or not, you are still legally a pup. And in this house, in this pack, you are a pup until you are over 18 and no longer want to be a pup. If you don’t believe me, ask Master Dick.” Alfred spoke firmly, not leaving any room for doubt.

Jason leaned forward and hugged Alfred tightly.

Alfred wrapped his arms around him. “Oh, pup. It’s all right.”

“Te amo, Abuelito.”

Alfred had a tear in his eye. Jason didn’t speak Spanish often, but when he did, it always felt like a special occasion.

“I love you too, Jason.”

The pair stayed that way for a few minutes, interrupted by Jason’s stomach growling. The boy laughed.

Alfred smiled. “Why don’t we go upstairs and you can help me make breakfast.”

“Really? I thought I wasn’t allowed in the kitchen.”

“Master Dick and Master Bruce aren��t, but until you cause a disaster, you are welcome to assist me.”

“Sweet! Will you teach me how to cook? I always wanted to, but…” Jason trailed off.

“Of course, I’d be happy to teach you.”

Jason beamed. “Thank you!”

As Alfred led Jason back upstairs, he wondered if the boy would still fear Bruce. He hopped not, but none of them were sure what all Jason had experienced on the streets.

When they entered the kitchen, Bruce and Dick looked over at them.

“Is everything all good, little wing?” Dick asked Jason.

The pup nodded but stuck close to Alfred.

Dick smiled. “That’s good.”

“Master Jason is going to help me make breakfast.” Alfred announced. “Does anyone have any requests?”

“Oh, can we have waffles?” Dick asked excitedly.

Alfred nodded. “Master Bruce?”

“Waffles are fine.” he said softly, not looking at Alfred or Jason.

“Alright then. Master Jason, shall we get started?”

Jason nodded, and seemed to relax a little bit.

(“Dickie, can I ask you a question?”

Dick smiled at Jason. “Yeah, what’s up?”

Jason sat down next to Dick. “Are you still a pup? Cause Alfie said that I was pup until I was over 18 and said I wasn’t a pup no more.”

“I’m not legally a pup, but here at home, yeah, I’m still a pup. And so are you. Alfie’s right. You’re still a pup even though you presented.”)

“Hey! Let go of me!” Jason yelled, pulling away from the drunk alpha that had grabbed his wrist.

The alpha laughed and tugged Jason closer. “Oh, come on. We’ll have so much fun.”

Jason whimpered. The alpha stunk of alcohol and Jason knew what drunk alphas did to omegas and pups.

“I don’t what to. Let me go.” Jason was terrified and sure his scent betrayed that. “Please.”

“Like it when you beg.” the alpha sneered.

A hand landed on Jason’s waist and the fear turned to terror. “LET GO OF ME!” he shouted, tears rolling down his face. He knew he wasn’t supposed to yell, but he was so scared of what this alpha would do if he didn’t.

For a minute, Jason wasn’t sure anyone had hear him, or if they had, if they even cared. But then a hand came from behind him and grabbed the alpha’s wrist.

“Let go of my son.” Bruce hissed and Jason relaxed a fraction. “Now.” his voice wasn’t loud, but there was a threat behind his words.

The alpha dropped his hands from Jason like he’d been burned. “We were just having some fun, man. Chill out.”

Bruce snarled and twisted the man’s arm until Jason heard a snap and the alpha screamed. Bruce let go and then pulled Jason to him, kneeling down in front of him.

“Can I see your wrist, pup?” he spoke gently.

Jason offered up his wrist. Bruce held it carefully, inspecting the red marks. “This will probably bruise. How much does it hurt?”

“Just a little bit.” Jason whispered, still shaken.

“Okay. I think we should find Dick and then go home.”

Jason hesitated.

“Pup?”

“Are you mad at me?”

Bruce looked confused, so Jason pushed forward.

“Are you mad that I yelled. You said I had to behave really well and yellin’ ain’t behavin’ well and I -” Jason began to hyperventilate.

Bruce shushed him gently, rubbing his hands up and down Jason’s arms. “Pup, listen to me. That alpha was going to hurt you. You were protecting yourself. Yes, I want you to be well behaved at these things, but not at the cost of your safety. Do you understand?”

Jason nodded and leaned into Bruce, crying.

“Oh, pup. You’re safe now. I promise.”

“Wanna go home.” Jason cried, and Bruce hugged him loosely. Jason wanted a real hug, wanted to feel safe. So he pressed himself closer to Bruce and buried his nose into the alpha’s neck.

For a moment, Bruce didn’t move and Jason started to worry he’d done something wrong. But then Bruce’s arms hugged him tightly and picked him up, standing and moving away from the alpha that was still wailing on the floor, keeping him tucked close.

He carried Jason over to where Dick was talking to a group of people. “Dick, it’s time to go.” there was no room for argument in his voice and when Dick saw Jason in Bruce’s arms, he didn’t even say goodbye, he just followed Bruce out.

Jason jerked awake, panting and afraid. A whimper escaped his throat as he threw the covers off and got out of bed.

Moving quietly, he crept out of his room and down the hall, stopping whenever he heard a noise. When he got to Bruce’s room, he hesitated.

Bruce had said that if he ever needed anything, he just had to ask. And right now, the only thing Jason wanted was to nest with his alpha.

Summoning all the courage he had, he knocked softly on the door.

A few seconds later, he heard Bruce’s feet hit the floor. A few seconds more, and the door opened. Bruce looked down at him, a little bleary eyed.

“Jason? What’s wrong?”

Jason shrugged.

Bruce let out a soft sigh. “Do you need something?”

Jason nodded.

“Okay. Is it something I can get you?”

“Kinda.” Jason whispered, staring at the floor.

Bruce hummed. “Is it something I can do?”

Jason nodded again.

“Okay. Are you worried I’ll be mad at you?”

“Not really.”

Bruce knelt down in front of Jason.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Jason hesitated, then said, “I had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to come sleep in my bed with me?”

“Yeah.”

Bruce smiled. “Okay. Dick’s in here with me. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. Can, um, can I sleep in between you guys?” Jason asked quietly.

“We’ll have to ask him, but probably.” Bruce said, then stepped to the side, letting Jason go into the room.

“B, what’s goin’ on?” Dick asked form the bed, voice soft and rough.

“Jason’s joining us. He wants to know if he can sleep in between us.”

“Course. Come here, lil’ wing.”

Jason crawled up onto the giant bed and tucked himself against Dick’s chest. Bruce waited until he was settled before crawling into bed behind him.

Moving slowly, he scooted closer to Jason until his chest was pressed against Jason’s back. Then he draped an arm across Jason and Dick, tugging them closer.

He sighed softly, relaxing now that he had his pups close by.

Jason did too, and it only took a few minutes for a soft purr to start echoing from his chest.

Dick and Bruce started purring as well.

“Little wing, wake up.”

Jason groaned and rolled over. Well, he tried, but something stopped him. He huffed.

“Jason. Wake up.”

“Fuck off, Dickhead.” he mumbled, keeping his face pressed against his pillow.

“Jay, language.” Bruce’s voice rumbled softly from underneath him. Jason jumped, a whimper escaping him. “Sorry, pup. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Jason picked his head up and looked at Bruce, who had a soft smile on his face.

“Hey.” Bruce said gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Didn’t realize I was laying on top of you.”

Dick laughed, and Jason looked to his right to glare at Dick. “You didn’t want to share at all last night. I thought you��d cuddle with me, but no, you clung to B the whole night.”

“Which is fine, Jason. Dick just found it amusing.”

“You’re not angry?” Jason wasn’t sure who he was asking but they both said ‘no’ at the same time.

Dick spoke first. “Jay, I thought it was funny how cuddly you got with him in your sleep because you aren’t when you’re awake. I also thought the fact that Bruce refused to move in case he disturbed you very funny.”

“And I like cuddling with my pups, so no, I am not mad. I was a little surprised when I woke up to find you on top of me, but I was not, and am not upset.” Bruce said firmly, offering his wrist to scent Jason.

Jason tilted his head back and let Bruce scent him, a quiet purr emanating from his chest.

"Can we go see if Alfred's made breakfast yet? I'm hungry." Dick asked after a moment.

Bruce smiled and sat up, keeping Jason tucked to his chest. "Alright, let's go." he said. When he tried to set Jason down, the pup clung to him, his little face pressed against Bruce's neck.

"Jaylad, do you want me to carry you?"

"Please?"

Bruce hummed. "Of course." he stood up and Dick followed him out of the room, somehow full of energy and excited.

Tim sighed softly as he relaxed in Jason’s arms.

Jason had found the pup while on patrol, shivering and shaking in an alleyway and he hadn’t been able to leave him. So he’d scooped the pup up and brought him to the cave.

There, he had asked Tim for his name and his address. When Tim had told him, Jason asked if anyone would be looking for him.

The hesitation was enough for Jason to know that, no, there probably wasn’t anyone looking for sweet little Tim. Jason had hugged Tim and started purring.

Tim had frozen for a moment, then started crying, clinging to Jason.

When Jason asked what was wrong, Tim had told him that no one ever held him anymore. Jason asked if Tim wanted to stay here for a while.

It was then that Tim revealed that he knew everyone’s identities.

Despite his shock, Jason said the offer still stood, and Tim had excepted, though he seemed nervous about something.

Jason changed into his regular clothes then escorted Tim upstairs and asked Alfred if they could have hot chocolate.

Alfred had agreed and instructed them to sit in the living room. Now they were cuddled up in one of the giant arm chairs, waiting on the hot chocolate.

“Jason?” Bruce’s voice was loud and it startled both boys.

“Yeah?” Jason called out, scenting Tim to keep him calm.

Bruce came into the room, allowing Jason got a good whiff of his scent and Jason realized that Bruce was panicked.

“Jaylad, are you – who’s this?”

“This is Timmy. He’s mine now.” Jason said simply.

Bruce blinked. Then Alfred came in with the hot chocolate.

“Ah, Master Bruce, how are you?”

“I’m fine, Alfred. Um, what’s happening?”

Alfred hummed as he set down two mugs on the end table. “Master Jason and Master Tim are having hot chocolate because Master Tim was quite cold and I have found it to be one of the best ways to warm up cold pups.”

“Okay, and where did Tim come from?”

Jason answered. “I found him in an alleyway. His old pack wasn’t takin care of him, so we’re keepin ‘im.”

Bruce didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do. The parenting books didn’t prepare him for his child adopting another child. Granted, Jason was almost 17, but he was still a puppy.

Before Bruce could say anything, Dick bounced into the room. “Jay!” he flipped over the couch, moving in to hug his little brother but froze when he saw a pup, half asleep on Jason. “Where did you get a puppy?”

“I found him. He’s mine now.”

Dick tilted his head, glanced at Bruce, then Alfred, then back to Jason. “Do I get to cuddle with him?”

Jason looked at Dick and let out a soft snarl. Bruce was ready to intervene, but Dick just moved on.

“Okay. What’s his name?”

“Tim.”

Dick smiled. “That’s a nice name.”

Jason purred, nuzzling against Tim’s head.

Alfred cleared his throat and Jason looked up at him. “Hot chocolate, young sirs.”

Smiling, Jason said, “Thank you.”

Bruce gave up. It was official. He gave up, he didn’t care anymore.

With Tim, Bruce had understood Jason’s need to take to pup in. But now, he didn’t.

Steph was never adopted, but she was around enough that she may as well be. Cass, despite being older than Jason, had been adopted. Duke wasn’t adopted at first, but then his parents had died, so Bruce had claimed him.

Now, Jason was sitting in the cave, cradling an infant pup. Full on baby. Bruce had no idea where Jason had even gotten the pup and he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.

But he was going to have to do something about it. Because he was the one adopting all of the pups Jason found and brought home.

Bruce let out a long sigh, then stood and made his way over to Jason.

“Jaylad. Who’s this?”

Jason didn’t look up at him. “He doesn’t have a name.”

“Okay. Where did you get him from?”

Oddly, Jason flinched.

Bruce knelt down so he could see Jason’s face.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

“I don’t want to give him up.”

Bruce frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I wanna keep him.”

“Jay, if he needs a home, then we can give him a home.”

“I know. But I want him to be mine.”

Bruce had no idea what was going on, but clearly Jason was upset. “Jason, I don’t understand.”

Jason let out a shaky sigh. “You know how when I brought Tim home, you adopted him?”

“I do.”

“I wanted to.”

“You wanted to adopt him?”

Jason nodded. “And I know I was still a pup and they wouldn’t have let me adopt Cass or Duke, but…” his breath hitched.

“But you’d probably be able to adopt this pup.”

“Yeah.”

“Jay, I’m not gonna tell you no, and I’m not going to try to stop you, but the courts will want you to have a stable job and a home. I can and will help you, if that’s what you want.”

Jason looked at Bruce with wet eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. “Really?”

“Sweetheart, of course. I want you to be happy. If you want to adopt this pup, then I will do everything I can to make that happen for you.”

Jason whimpered and Bruce reached our and wiped away the tears, then pulled Jason into a hug, careful not to squish the baby in between them.

Damian was the sweetest pup Bruce had ever met.

Jason was letting him watch the puppy while he interviewed for a job, and Bruce was captivated. Damian’s bright green eyes seemed to take in everything, and he was so quiet, even when he needed something.

The front door opened and Bruce heard Jason growing softly to himself and the scent of upset omega drifted in.

A moment later, Jason came in, flopped onto the couch next to Bruce and leaned against the alpha, cheek squished on his shoulder.

“Hey, sweetheart. How’d it go?”

“They don’t hire nursing omegas.” Jason’s voice threatened to crack.

Bruce sighed, annoyed for his son.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Jason hummed then spoke. “Are you still willing to get me a job?”

“Of course.”

“Does Wayne Enterprises hire nursing omegas?”

Bruce snorted. “Yes, we do. I’d be slaughtered if I tried to say no for that reason.”

“Good. Got any mechanic jobs open?”

“Not sure. I can look later, see what we have. I’ll email you the positions. I assume you want to do as much of it without my help as possible?”

“Yeah.”

Bruce hummed, then shifted so he could wrap his arm around Jason. “Love you, Jaylad.”

“Love you too, B.” Jason yawned and tucked his feet up, relaxing against Bruce. It only took a few minutes for him to doze off, Damian following suit not long after.

Bruce was out seconds after Damian.

As Alfred stepped into the den, wondering were Jason and Bruce where. He hadn’t seen them since Jason had left for an interview, and no one else had seen them since.

Flipping on the light, Alfred relaxed, a smile on his face.

Bruce was on the couch, Damian in one of his arms, Jason tucked against his side with the other. His head was tilted back, mouth open and soft snores coming from him.

[sansypansy]

"He'll always choose me over you."

Dick was prepared for the right hook Bruce delivered. He wasn't, however, prepared for the sheer force put into the punch.

"Shit, Bruce." He spat out the metallic taste on his tongue. "I thought you said this was just a spar."

"It is a spar."

"Then why does it feel like you're just using me as a punching bag?"

The two alphas circled each other slowly on the mat. Dick had lost track of how much time had passed since they'd begun. All he knew was the way Bruce was acting made Dick's hackles rise and triggered his furious instincts.

"You're overthinking it," Bruce countered. "You're just a bit out of shape. Try harder."

He lunged with another punch ready, but this time Dick blocked him and locked them in position to snarl in Bruce's face.

"You forget I'm a master at dealing with your bullshit."

Dick slammed his knee into Bruce's gut then delivered a hit to the chest with his elbow. He finished off with a backflip kick and landed gracefully a good distance away from the older alpha.

"This about Damian asking me to share his heats, isn't it?"

Bruce growled. Jackpot.

Dick huffed ironically, lips forming a condescending smirk.

"God, you're such a manchild. It's not my fault I treated him so good the first time. Sounds like a skill issue."

It was a taunt. Dick knew why Damian came to him - they had a special emotional bond. Dami trusted him.

And one day, Dick hoped it would become more.

Bruce didn't have that with Damian, and Dick knew the man was jealous. He was Damian's Batman first, and Bruce couldn't take that away from them.

He wouldn't let him.

Dick was ready to block the right hook this time.

"He's my Pack Omega," Bruce grunted in his Batman voice. "You're attempting to take a position that should not be yours."

"Yeah well that doesn't make you his alpha either!" Dick growled, flashing his fangs. "The Pack Omega made his choice and not even you can contest it."

The spar turned into a full blown fight as Bruce grew more aggressive with his punches and Dick pulled all the stops to taunt and push back as much as possible. This was personal, now.

"Even if you win, it still won't change anything," Dick spat. "Damian will always choose me, not you."

"If I win, you will stop playing mates with my omega."

"He's not yours! He's mine!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Both alphas froze mid-fight as their heads snapped toward the direction of the shout. Damian stood on the cave's railing, scent reeking of fury and indignation.

"Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves." He scoffed. "I am not a prize for you to act like immature children who do not want to share their toys! I am a person with my own feelings, you foolish alphas!"

"Dami, that's not--" Dick fumbled, but was promptly cut off.

"Save it, Grayson. I had expected better from you, especially when I chose you to help me through my heats. But it seems to me that my judgement was poorly placed."

Damian glared at the Pack Alpha with the same intensity.

"Neither of you are stepping foot in my nest this cycle."

Bruce and Dick exploded in protests, but Damian merely dismissed them with a growl.

"I have other alphas to give that privilege. I'm sure Drake or Todd wouldn't be too opposed. They've been sniffing after me for a while now."

He turned on his heels, tossing them a cold glance.

"I hope this will be an enlightening moment for you both."

With that, the Pack Omega strutted away, leaving behind two sulking and fuming alphas.

But the lesson wasn't learned, because they would blame each other for this terrible outcome for many days.

[krunklys]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Omega Dick Grayson, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Creepy Old Guys, NO ACTUAL ASSAULT, I swear, Pack Cuddles, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Nesting, Protective Bruce Wayne, Father-Son Relationship

Description:

As he sweeps his gaze past Dick one more time, the itchiness crawls from a small annoyance to a flaming anger. There were rumors that went around about parents that he never quite believed. That they had a sixth sense for when their kid was about to fall over or hurt themselves. That they could tell when an adult was safe for their kid or not. That parents, mothers typically, have the ability to get stronger somehow when their child is in danger. He heard about an omega lifting a car off her pup despite it being overturned. These things were, of course, written away by everyone and him.

Until he sees a strange man leaning over Dick and playing with the lapel of his suit.

Day four: Protective Instinct

[my-km-me]

My DC One True Pairs Parallels

[lenabeas1904]

Fic update

[writterofstars]

The Mother of the House of El

In a dark alternate future, Clark Kent – now an Omega and stripped of his powers – is reduced to a life of emotional and physical captivity. The powerful Alpha members of the Justice League force him to bear a new generation of heroes, heirs to the House of El. His once-dreamed home becomes a gilded prison, where he is trapped in a role he never chose: a mother confined to submission and obedience.

Clark initially hoped his sacrifice might bring peace, but over the years, he is worn down through 15 pregnancies. He dies at the age of 48, leaving behind a haunting legacy for his children. As they grow, each gifted with unique powers, they stumble upon the hidden diaries of their mother, where the heartbreaking truth unfolds: the family they know is not what Clark envisioned for them.Now, the heirs of the House of El — Kal, Kara, Lizzie, Mark, Suzie, Wally, Jonathan, Artemis, Luna, Martha, Damian, Alicia, Austin, James, and Laura — carry the weight of this truth. With pain and determination, they resolve to honor Clark’s legacy by reclaiming justice.

Inspired by their mother’s resilience, they unite as a formidable force, vowing to hold accountable those who subjected Clark to such suffering.This story delves into the resilience and strength of Clark Kent’s children as they seek to redeem the name of the House of El, pursuing justice in a world where even heroes must answer for their actions.

[notaninja83]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (comics), DCU (comics), DCU

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, Underage

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Talia Al Ghul/Bruce Wayne

Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Ace the Bat-Hound, Joker (DCU), Talia Al Ghul, Barbara Gordon

Summary:

“Please, Jason, don’t make this any harder than it has to be. We know the truth.”

Jason couldn’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes beneath his domino. “Oh yeah? And what’s that? I haven’t done anything wrong Night-fuck.” He sneered, not even bothering to turn his face to his older ‘brother’. No, he had to keep an eye on Bruce in case he decided to do anything stupid.

“We know…” Nightwing’s voice wavered, sending a cold chill down Jason’s spine. “That you’re an omega.”

—

Jason Todd is an omega living in a world that isn’t fair to them. He knows this; it’s been drilled in his head since he was born. It’s how he'd known to take suppressants the moment he presented as one. For years, he hid it.

Until he couldn’t.

[salparadiselost]

Bullying you!!! About!!! Bruce’s milkers!!!!!!

I get so bullied about Bruce’s milkers :( it’s truly really cruel of you that you that you tease me about the amount of times I’ve made that man milk. I just think it’s his natural state.

~Kay

[selene-borealis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DC Extended Universe, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Canon Divergence, Bruce/Dick AU, Not Really Any Universe Compliant, Romance, Drama, Angst, Slash, Age Difference, different first meeting, Soulmates, Brainwashing, Implied/Referenced Kidnapping, Court of Owls, Canon Typical Violence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is a Talon, Dick Grayson was never Robin, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Batman Played by Ben Affleck, Jason Todd is Robin, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Don’t copy to another site Series: Part 1 of in those eyes of his, Part 24 of thetaverse Summary: AU//As a Talon, he only has the one mission: kill Batman. But when it comes down to it, he – Talon – Dick – whoever he is, once he gets a whiff of Batman’s scent, he isn’t able to do it.//Or, the one where an omega!Dick becomes a Talon before he meets Bruce, but their fates are still intertwined. ABO, Bruce/Dick. Contains slash!

[iwasnotaslasher]

I'm just a smol millennial fanwriter stuck in one of those period of my life where I have a gazillion of prompts AND a new original idea, but I feel so overwhelmed by The Real Life™ that I'm constantly wasting what little time I have instead of being productive with my writing. So I'm once again here asking my beloved mutuals for help.

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick: Happy Chrismis!

Damian: What is Happening.

Tim: Is Chrismimth.

Damian: what are you fools-

Steph: Merry Crisis!

Damian: Father, they have lost their minds.

[All four stare at Bruce expectantly]

Bruce, sighing: Merry Crysler.

[krunklys]

Omega Dick Week has started!!!

I'm so excited to do this! participating in these weeks is so nice, i never thought it'd enjoy doing these this much!

anyway, here's day one!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Relationship: Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Members of Teen Titans

Additional Tags: Omega Dick Week 2024, Consensual Underage Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dick Grayson, obvs!, Alpha Bruce Wayne, intersex omega, Daddy Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Pseudo-Incest, Breeding Kink

Description:

He could see it from the day he turned fifteen, when the way he interacted with Bruce started to chafe and rub him the wrong way. It hadn’t meant much to him at the time, had only meant that Bruce spent all that extra time watching him and it made his chest hurt with betrayal. What, he thought that he wouldn’t notice? That he was that bad at being a vigilante he wouldn’t be able to tell when Robin was being tailed on his solo patrol?

And then he turned sixteen and he noticed that even out of the suit Bruce’s gaze lingered longer than it should.

Day One:  Age difference

part one of the series for omega dick week!

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss, nail polish and earrings; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; Handcuffs; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; Lots of crying; Nipple play; Dirty talk; Slight voyeurism; Unprotected sex; Negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; Claiming ownership (biting); English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

General masterlist | To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy - Series masterlist

Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, assessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closed, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whimpered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone. 

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life. 

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you. 

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs. 

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected. 

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were. 

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot. 

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies. 

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before. 

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, our omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hand trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to assess the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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