#brujay omegaverse

[jasonsbruce]

Haha, yes, you caught me--I was absolutely heading towards an Omegaverse BruJay prompt. 😈

A!Bruce finds an apparently very, very late-presenting O!Jason borderline feral in the Cave demanding a full blood panel be done, because he thinks he's been dosed with something. He's out of his helmet, looking half-crazed and feverish, unable to sit still when the realization (and the scent) hits Bruce: Jason is going into [a potentially forced] heat.

He's been under the impression Jason presented as a Beta.

Bruce feels his fangs drop.

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And / or !!! Do you have any headcanons for these two within the Omegaverse?

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PS: I feel the same way about the pregnancy trope--not my cup of tea, though I must admit to loving a good breeding kink...just no actual breeding, lmao. 😅

ok YES. loving this. hating the fact that i have to be an Adult so i don't have more time to write + lack the capability to write more stuff at once lmao 🤠 i wanna write this!!! but i gotta finish my current thing first. but the prompt is delicious, so if anyone else maybe wants to write this? TAG ME if you do! i do have a few omegaverse head canons i've jotted down for future endeavors 🤓 i'll share what i have:

- a part of jason is ashamed of being an omega. it makes him feel weak at times. he's on suppressants, doesn't anyone to know about his status, really. it's none of their business anyways. - jason hates that bruce is an alpha. he hates how his natural instincts crave his protection and care, when his mind screams against it. he doesn't want it, doesn't need it. and yet, he can't help but gravitate toward bruce, finding comfort in his scent. he hates it, it makes him feel ashamed at times. and sometimes bruce gets too close, and jason allows it, especially after having a bad day. bruce's scent clings to him, helping him calm down from the stress, but it's overwhelming. it always ends with jason pushing bruce away, snapping at him to stop hovering. it leaves jason feeling frustrated with himself. his primal needs constantly clashes with his own mind.

- bruce, as an alpha, is very over-protective. it was a struggle during jason's time as robin, and that conjured up a lot of guilt. it was difficult to not step in when they were fighting thugs and villains. sometimes bruce couldn't help it. he pulled jason out of danger when he was not necessarily in it, which left jason fuming, because he had it under control. it was sometimes hard for bruce to see jason as an equal partner due to his status and bruce's need to protect him, which made him feel guilty. - after jason's resurrection, bruce's protectiveness reaches new heights. he's obsessed with keeping jason alive and safe. which in return, only fuels jason's anger. it feels suffocating. he doesn't need to be protected. - bruce wants to respect jason's independence, he knows he can take care of himself. but, bruce being the way he is, has a hard time letting go of control. and his instinctual urges only makes it harder. he can't help but see jason as his. - bruce gets tense whenever jason interacts with other alphas, and it leads to subtle displays of dominance or increased possessiveness—standing a little too close, keeping a hand on jason’s shoulder, speaking in short, clipped sentences when addressing the other alpha. sometimes, jason finds it amusing, watching bruce try to keep his instincts in check. but other times, it pisses him off. so, he starts spending time with other alphas on purpose, just to rile bruce up. bruce can always smell them on jason afterward, and it sets his instincts on fire. it usually ends with them arguing—not about the other alphas, because bruce can’t exactly forbid jason from seeing them, and jason knows it. instead, they argue about something completely unrelated, both of them too stubborn to address the real issue. - jason would never allow bruce to mark him, to claim him, to bond with him. he doesn't belong to anyone, especially bruce. bonding is to him, a form of ownership. bruce really wants to. he sees it as a way of keeping jason protected. but he knows jason would never allow that, so he represses his urges. - then something happens with jason's suppressants. maybe some villain tampered with them. this causes jason to go into heat unexpectedly. he starts feeling it slowly while he's with bruce. at first he ignores the signs, tries to brush it off, because he has been careful with his suppressants. but then when it becomes more intense and harder to ignore, he realizes something is clearly wrong. - bruce senses something is off almost at once. his instincts are attuned to jason's scent, and when it changes, he feels his self-control waver. up to this point, bruce has been able to control his urges when it comes to jason. he has trained himself to suppress it. but the sudden shift in his scent, so close and vulnerable, makes it impossible to ignore. - jason can't help but be drawn to him, even if his mind doesn't want to. his instincts are too strong, needs him to be closer to bruce. - at one point, jason stumbles or collapses, his heat taking over, and bruce instinctively moves closer to help. in that split-second of vulnerability, when jason is near and his scent is overwhelming, that bruce's alpha instincts take over. he bites jason almost as a reflex, an uncontrollable response to the scent, the closeness, and the heat. - afterwards, bruce feels regret, guilt and almost even panic. jason is stunned, furious. he struggles against the bond, doesn't want it.

- jason tries to distance himself, pushes bruce away. but he always returns unwillingly, due to his instincts, out of sheer need to be close to him. jason hates how his body betrays him.

- every time they touch, whether it’s after a fight or during a mission, or just briefly in passing, jason's body begs for more. he resents bruce for making him feel like he needs him to survive. - bruce is torn between guilt and satisfaction, knowing that the bond keeps jason close, but he knows jason doesn’t truly want it, and that it's not real. he struggles more than he lets on. the guilt of bonding with jason without consent eats at him, making him withdraw at times, punishing himself for wanting jason so deeply. but no matter how much distance they both try to put between them, they always find their way back to each other eventually. - then almost out of nowhere, the lingering touches and glances begin. accidental brushes, standing a little too close, and even playful banter from jason's side. bruce grows comfortable with it, enjoys it even. jason starts catching himself watching bruce more, and bruce does the same, both noticing but not saying anything. there are small moments of comfort, and those moments starts building over time. - they still fight and argue about unrelated things, but there's something different now. there's physical tension behind every fight. - jason becomes unexpectedly possessive as well. he doesn't want to need bruce, and yet he finds himself bristling when other omegas, or even betas at times, gets too close to bruce. - jason starts to realize that he's actually attracted to bruce, and not just because of the bond or their roles. it infuriates him, and he doesn't want to admit to it. his anger slowly shifts from hating the bond to hating the fact that he might actually want bruce in a way that has nothing to do with being his bonded omega. - and then one evening, during a particularly heated argument, they're standing face-to-face, jason fuming, bruce frustrated, and then something just gives. the line between anger and desire blurs completely. - jason kisses bruce, hard. and from there it escalates. the clothes come off in an instant, discarded without care. bruce swallows his groan as he enters jason. even without a heat or a rut, both of their primal needs feel deeply satisfied for finally having their bonded mate like this. - bruce is painfully aware of how much jason hated being marked the first time, so he holds himself back now, even though his instincts screams at him to bite, to claim jason again. but he doesn't do it. 🤠 something like that 🤠 i am a big fan of three things: slow burn, jason hating bruce yet wanting him & bruce feeling guilty.

[hyperfixatingeveryday]

✨ Okay, here we go again ✨

Looking for someone to roleplay my Omega Jason Todd headcanons. It can be ship, pack fluff, and you can be whatever character you want!!! We'll make an idea together.

— Problematic ships that I'd like to try: a!Ra's x o!Jason | a!Damian (aged-up) x o!Jason | a!Slade x o!Jason | a!Clark Kent x o!Jason

— Semi-problematic ships: a!Bruce x o!Jason, a!Tim x o!Jason, a!Dick x o!Jason

Must like: breastfeeding, non-traditional A/B/O (but traditional too), dark themes, literate roleplay

Limits: major character death, roleplaying noncon, underage

PM me!!!

[lovecinnatwist]

I'm half alive. Send me horny omegaverse thoughts so I might feel again. The burnout it real.

[jrosa82]

Guess who wrote most of a new fanfic? And on my phone no less?

Basically, my life feels like it's on the precipice of becoming in shambles with all my hopes and dreams being thoroughly dashed on the harsh rocks of reality, So I wrote a silly little one shot to make me feel like something is going ok.

Might post it if I manage to find the energy to get out of bed. If not I'll throw it into the world in all it's unedited glory via ao3.

[benbamboozled]

The basic gist was: Alpha Bruce wanted to mate alpha Dick with omega Jason. This was for many reasons from 'Adorable grandchildren' to 'new soldiers' to 'Um. Hot.'

To ensure they knew he was still the one in charge of both of them, he arranged it so that he and Dick would be trapped together with Jason for his heat, thereby removing all other options from play. (And if I were writing it, I would have it getting to uncomfortable levels of angst and desire for Jason, until Dick professed his secret longing, and maybe they both begged Bruce for permission? To which Bruce "Begrudgingly" approved as though this wasn't his plan all along. But that wasn't part of the dream lol)

Then, while they were rutting like mad, Bruce took turns at fucking each of them into each other and into the mattress/floor/wall. His boys. HIS.

So. You know. Just normal stuff.

Mmhmm. Indeed.

Yes. Interesting. Intriguing.

I am appreciating this. Completely objectively, of course, as one may appreciate a beautiful sunset, or a grand old oak tree, mmhmm.

[f-o-x-t-r-o-t]

So I saw this and ran with it. I hope that's okay. Also I started writing it here and then it turned into 6k words so I'm just gonna link it:

They Cut Off a Head from the Two-Headed Calf --Brujay/Jaybru: ~12.4k words

I want omega/omega jaybru. Mommy Bruce who misses his little pup and aches for him every heat. Wishes his pup would come back to him and drink his heat milk, who he never got to show how to nest or handle a heat, but he needs to know that he helped his pup become a grown omega himself.

Omega!Bruce and Omega!Jason who are both dosed by a concoction from Ivy that triggers heats at the same time and Jason desperately disguises his whining and keening as snarls for as long as he can, but Bruce smells so sweet and soft, and he smells like Mom and Jason missed this so so much. He hasn't spent a heat with Bruce since he was still unpresented and only suckled on his teats, he hasn't spent a single one of his own heats with the comfort of his pack omega's hand petting through his hair and soothing his leaking pussy. Trapped in a room with their hormones ramping up fast though, Jason can't stand to stay away any longer, he is curled up in a ball, shivering from the lack of a nest and reeking of sickly sweet heat and misery when his breath hitches on a sob and he wails for his Mom to comfort him. Bruce immediately rushes over, enveloping her pup and suckling on his scent gland to soothe him and taste him. Bruce frees his chest and directs Jason's head to his breasts for him to nurse while he rubs against his cunt through his trousers. Mommy's finally got his pup and he will make sure to give Jason everything he needs.

[002yb]

With the recent happenings in Gotham War what r ur thoughts on it all? Me personally? I'm devastated for Jason!

Devastated, but also so excited! ✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و This is a detail that I hope stays around for a while if only for the consequences to be explored in all their angst and drama-ridden glory.

Fair warning. Route thoughts below go from okay to deranged like, immediately. Also, stream of consciousness.

Potential Routes (Reversal, Everything Hurts, Scarecrow, Basement)

Reversal: Bruce with all his endless failsafes rectifying the changes he forced on Jason. And while maybe he's gritting his teeth because Bruce knows the consequences (ie. 'letting Jason be a murderer again') it will be a gesture to show that he wants Jason and doesn't need to change him to love him.

Everything Hurts: Alternatively, Bruce only being able to love Jason because of this change he imposes on him. The tragedy in that. ;U; What's more, Jason having a spike of adrenaline and thus fear (terror, really) whenever Bruce comes near him. Because Jason recognizes Bruce as 'dangerous' and ahhhhhh. The way this would jar Bruce and make him falter. Ugh, so good. So sad. He wanted to protect his boy and he ruined him, instead.

Scarecrow: Titans (2018) had a plotline with Jason and fear. Where he turned to an anti-fear drug to combat his fears and got swept up in a whole thing with Scarecrow who supplied him and it was really homoerotic omg like. This is a perfect set up for something like that to happen. Bruce 'healing' Jason, only to devastate him worse. And to see Jason struggle with something so personal (drugs, addiction) would be really interesting to see. Him hurting to the point he goes down that route and being tormented for it. How his friends, family, and Bruce would react as Jason spirals while trying to overcome this terror Bruce put in him. And ahhhhhhh let this boy break; let Scarecrow capitalize. Scarecrow doesn't need fear gas to fuck Bruce up - Batman has brought his fears to life by hurting his own boy to such an extent. ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ OH! Bruce being put in a position to save the city or save his boy. A callback to Jason's time before he was killed by Joker. And ahhhhhhh copious amounts of fear because Jason learned this a long time ago: a hero will never love anything more than their cause. And idk maybe Jason loses it and he gets a different sort of rogue!era for everyone to be mad about. (⭑•͈ 𓎟 •͈ )

Basement: Alternative to the 'Everything Hurts' Route. Where Bruce doesn't actually let Jason go to Metropolis to live that normal life because Bruce keeps him chained in a basement. Which would be such a solid callback and ouchie plot if this was AKverse and Jason suffered through that fate before. Just a constant registering of danger which leads to adrenaline and fear until Jason shuts down and Bruce can have his twisted wicked way with him ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)

Additional thoughts: brujay winning so hard (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧. Also, someone on that team is an avid omegaverse fan it's coded in there so hard ahhhhahahaha perfection.

[bestangelofall]

strong urge to know all ur omegaverse designations for dc charas (as many as u have a strong opinion for) <3

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! :)

Hmmm I don't really have a strong opinion on a lot of them and all of my opinions on that are just based on vibes, so don't really expect any kind of argumentation on this. I am not willing to change my mind on this, but I also like, don't care if anyone has different opinions on the subject.

(I don't want to tag the ships/characters I'm mentioning, so my answer goes below the cut).

Omega Jason (the one exception I make to this one, if we're going by traditional ABO """rules""", is Alpha Jason so that he can get Bruce pregnant after a highly fucked up fuck or die, mutual non-con situation and that leads to horrible horrible angst 🙃 that lives rent-free in my mind)

Alpha Cass. I'm not a Cass understander or anything like that, I've only read Batgirl (2000) but I think that's 100% her vibe.

Alpha Dick. I think I already mentioned this before, but I'm saying again.

Bruce is a case that I literally don't mind any ABO designation, I'll change it depending on the kind of fic I'm in the vibe to read/write. I probably read more Alpha Bruce because Brujay, but I don't mind other designations for him.

Alpha Talia. Specially love the idea of Alpha x Alpha Brutalia!

From my GL and JLA more recent reading (these are more subject to change by my own vibes criteria):

Omega Kyle

Omega Guy (I specifically ship omega x omega GuyKyle btw)

Beta Clark

I think these are all so far... I wanted to have an opinion on Diana and Hal too, but so far I can't say I have one (maybe once I read more of them 🤔)

[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.

[meaninglessblah-writes]

Rule: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received. Tagged by the incredible @setsailslash

I'm extending this to a week, to give folks a chance to read the previews beforehand. Previews for each WIP below the cut!

And I'm forcing @daemoninwhiteround2 @scandalsavagefanfic @sarriathmg and @nightwang96 to join in the fun, because I know they've got some excellent WIPs tucked away.

Enjoy the previews! 💙

Wild West AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature

The main street of Gotham rises like a vulture’s shadow over the prairie, solidifying before their eyes as Slade guides them towards the townsfolk milling through its paved streets. They strike Dick as odd; it’s not often towns this far out on the county’s border will bother with infrastructure. But even the wooden facades of the bank and the sheriff’s office are immaculately painted, not a single chip to mar their appearance.

Dick casts his gaze around, pitching his voice above the gentle clop of their horses’ hooves. “This place looks well-to-do.”

“You’ll do well to keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself, boy,” Slade reminds him, and Dick sighs as he steers them towards the hitching posts of the saloon.

They earn a few wayward glances as Slade dismounts, the spurs of his boots chiming gently as he steadies himself and deftly lashes his reins to the timber. Dick leans his bound wrists onto his saddlehorn and offers him an amused smirk when he circles around to meet him.

The look Slade gives him is unimpressed, like he knows exactly what game Dick is playing at. To be fair, it isn’t the first time they’ve played, but Dick is always looking for the simplest, time-proven means to irritate the man. It’s the least he can do.

“Dismount,” Slade commands, and Dick’s gaze flicks to the slatted saloon doors and back again.

“Too tired to lift me off yourself, old man?” he purrs, flashing Slade a thinly veiled smile. That blue eye rolls, one hand snapping out to seize Dick’s belt. There he pauses, the threat obvious, and Dick tenses.

“Hop down, boy, or I’ll pull you down. Quicksmart.”

“That’d cause a scene,” Dick murmurs down at him.

A muscle in Slade’s jaw ticks. “If these townsfolk are wanting to see a criminal spluttering in the dirt, who am I to deprive them of the entertainment?”

Dick’s ribs twinge at the threat, the reminder of their last venture into a populated town still fresh in his mind. One snowy brow crooks, and Dick kicks his boot from its stirrup, shifting until he can dismount clumsily.

One broad hand falls to his hip to steady him when he staggers at the force of his descent, dust gathering around his calves as he sucks in a breath. Dick clenches his fists to curb the way he wants to flinch from under that grip.

Slade’s lips brush his ear, breath warm in the stagnant air as he murmurs, “Keep testing me, and I’ll leave you tied in the sun with the horses.” Then he straightens, that hand shifting back up to the small of Dick’s back, to press his shirt into the beads of sweat that have been slowly gathering there. “But I thought you said you were thirsty.”

It takes most of his self-control to unwind his jaw and mutter, “Yes.”

“What was that, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Slade murmurs, one wrist winding through the tether of Dick’s cuffs. His tongue clicks once as Dick falls into step, and he takes the time to glare at the man as they cross onto the timber floorboards.

Pacific Rim AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature

You can begin to read this here.

“You know who they assigned me to?” Jason asks, and Dinah shakes her head clinically.

“Not my place to ask. I don’t need to know to provide my diagnosis.”

“But you know, right?” Jason presses anyway, holding her gaze, because he and Dinah go way back. She’s got a better map of his head than anyone, and he hasn’t even shared a drift with her.

Dinah purses her lips, considering her answer for a moment. “I don’t know,” she answers, honestly. “But I can guesstimate their height based on the dysmorphia.” Jason waits. “They gave you Drake, huh?”

“Has he seen you?” Jason asks, and Dinah nods. “You wanna give me a heads up on anything?”

“There’s legislation that prevents me from disclosing confidential patient information,” Dinah reminds him with a wry smirk.

“Well, he’s gotta have all the pieces ticking up there if you’ve approved him for duty,” Jason reasons, and Dinah doesn’t acknowledge that, but she does smile like she’s proud of his deductive reasoning. Jason leans his forearms onto his knees, bowing forwards as he studies her expression. “And he’s gotta be pretty fucked up in there for him to still want to be a pilot. What’s his motivation?”

Dinah doesn’t gratify that with an answer, and Jason sighs.

“Fine. He said he’d lost people. How many copilots has he had before me?”

“That’s classified information,” Dinah provides on auto-pilot, and Jason frowns.

“Two,” Jason retorts, and lifts the fingers on his left hand for emphasis. “I’ve had two copilots so far. Tim’s my third. Based on what I’ve seen of the inside of his skull, I’m at least his third. But I get the impression with a career as illustrious as his, I’m well out of the ballpark.”

“Does the number of co-pilots he’s had previously trouble you?” Dinah asks.

It’s a digging question, and Jason’s lips twist, but he answers, “Just want to know if I’m up to scratch or if they threw me in here because they had no other option.”

"It can't be both?"

Royal AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature

"Will you be back later tonight?"

The crown prince's skin looks bronze in the flickering torch light. Stretched out across the furs and linens, all plump sinew and firm muscle bared, Slade could mistake him for a sculpture.

Those blue eyes are heavy, indolent. The smile tugging at his lips even more so. He'll rise soon, to clean the stain of Slade's release from between his thighs; but for now he indulges.

Slade lowers his eyes to the teeth of his belt, scabbard rattling against his armour as he redresses. "I will. I'll wake you."

Prince Richard turns over, spine arching as he stretches into a more favourable position. Slade has never understood how such positions could be comfortable — far more suited to a hard stretcher or a thin bedroll from his earlier military days than the palatial silks that line Dick's bed — but he also supposes pleasure and discomfort are often bedfellows when it comes to the prince.

Slade pauses to press a lingering kiss to the prince's shoulder as he passed. He's enjoyed many luxuries since he came into the royal employ. Slade's still learning to enjoy them fully.

Dom/Sub AU — Dorian Chase/Dick Grayson — Mature

“Shit, kid,” Dorian sneers, half-impressed, half-disgusted. It makes Dick’s chest pang. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?” 

“Dorian,” Dick wheezes, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed in a groan when he’s dumped on the concrete. 

“Stay,” Dorian orders, thrumming with command, and Dick’s muscles unspool of their own will. His shoulders roll forward, breath sighing from his lungs as all of him melts pliantly into the floor at Dorian’s heel. Beneath Dorian’s heel, when the vigilante rests a boot on the back of Dick’s upturned neck. “Good.” 

He doesn't stay there long. It might feel like an eternity to Dick, all of his focus narrowed to the scrape of Dorian's tread over his skin. But it can't be more than a few contemplative minutes before Dorian is shifting down to crouch beside Dick's prone form. 

“Tell me what Eddie and Liu did to you,” Dorian instructs, and Dick hiccups on his next breath. It hurts, even now, even after the months Dick’s had to work through it. The hours he’s dedicated in therapy to getting over one bad dom. 

He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to talk about it. Dick doesn’t want to have to relive every excruciating moment, squeeze out every blind ounce of trust he put in his former doms. Doesn’t want to pick over every wrong word he said, to earn their betrayal. Doesn’t want to analyse every disappointed look, to work out when he should have seen it coming. 

Dorian doesn’t give him the reprieve. Dorian’s never been that kind of person. 

Bodyguard AU — Harvey Dent/Lincoln March — Explicit

Lincoln blinks. Harvey shifts, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable.

Repeats himself, rephrases it to, "Fuck me, damnit. Hard."

And he must have had a lot of champagne, because the words don't stop pouring out of him; every fantasy Harvey's had spilling up.

"Push me down on my knees and make me suck your cock. Throw me onto the bed and fuck me until I come without even being touched. Make it hurt. Make me enjoy it." 

Lincoln doesn't move, and Harvey can feel the frustration ebbing; he's not going to get what he wants, he's drunk, this was stupid—

And then Lincoln moves.

Hunger Games — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit

You can read the beginning of this series here.

He forces a smile onto his face when the door whispers open, blinking back the last of his prickling tears to beam at his guest.

In all honesty, Dick is terrified. The thought of servicing Slade Wilson, the gamemaker who crafted his Games, who nearly sent Dick to his death… It’s too much to stomach.

If the dread is plain on Dick's face, Slade doesn't acknowledge it. He takes his time crossing the room, surveying Dick where he sits. Those eyes pin him to the bed like a butterfly to a board, and Dick's chest feels tight beneath the draping sequins and fabric.

When Slade reaches out, Dick flinches. Doesn't pull back, lest he provoke the gamemaker, and chastises himself for being so obvious. Dick's spent months playing at this game, preparing for this dreaded moment. He's a victor, for Christsakes; he needs to be smarter than this. His survival depends on it, now more than ever.

The earrings clatter, little gems chiming, when Slade tips his face up with two fingers beneath his chin. With the height disadvantage, Dick feels small and outmatched, his pulse a drum in his chest.

Slade fingers the sapphires, watching them refract the light. “Are these pierced?” he asks, and Dick glances down, shaking his head.

He tugs them free of Dick’s ears, tossing them aside. Dick swallows, summoning resolve as he’s made bare before his gamemaker.

Dom/Sub AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature

You can begin to read this here.

"As his physician, I'm asking you to leave."

Tim does his utmost not to bristle. "And I'm refusing, as his dom."

When Jason flinches at that assessment, bare shoulders pulling together beneath the harsh fluorescents, Tim swallows and shifts into a less rigid stance.

"I'm not trying to be an ass," Tim begins with, and forges ahead despite Dr Thompkins' arched and acerbic brow. "But I have a responsibility to Jason, now that he's my sub. His well-being is my priority. If I'm responsible for his care and maintenance, I need to know his afflictions. All of them, not just the ones he wants to tell me about. Then I can be mindful of them when we scene. Can't soothe a bruise with a harder hand, or so the saying goes. I'm staying."

Dr Thompkins watches him for a moment before straightening and holding Jason's attention like Tim had never spoken.

Jason's lip twitches at that, the first hint of positivity that Tim's seen from the moping teen all week.

"Legally, I can't remove him," she tells him, and Tim bites his lip to let her have this small victory. "He's entitled to attend on you, as your dom. But I want to take this opportunity to remind you that I'm your physician, Jason. And my confidentiality does not bend, not matter how persistent the dom."

Star Wars AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne — Teen & Up

You can begin to read this here.

Some of his lackadaisical grace is marred by the onset of adrenaline, sliding into that entrancing focus Tim’s all too familiar with. 

It’s not like Tim’s focus; it’s more fluid, less tangible. Shifting around his opponents, to ensnare and entrance. Tim’s spent years beneath Dick’s leadership, learning to undo the effect that trance has on him. Learning to ensnare himself. 

Dick rolls his sabers over his palms, the motion an outlet as much as it is a goad. He can see how tightly the jedi is wound, how firm a grasp he has over his control as they circle one another. Their footsteps are steady, pace languid if not for the thick undercurrent of anticipation that runs between them. 

“Been a while,” Dick calls around a broad smile. The flares of his saber reflect off the whites of his teeth, carving them into vicious incisors. 

Tim doesn’t bite. He knows every tactic the knight has to offer; distracting him with banter is hardly the sharpest tool in Dick’s arsenal. 

He rolls his shoulders, sliding into a stance as he grips his saberstaff in a defensive lean. 

Dick considers him for a moment, the last dregs of amicability dying as those lips close thin over his teeth. “Alright,” he says, dangerous and resigned, and springs. 

Wild West AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne — Mature

The boy is persistent, Bruce will give him that.

He’s swearing up a storm, wrists burning raw with the friction of the ropes he won’t stop trying to fight.

Bruce ignores him, checking his mare over. She’s remarkably placid, considering Bruce has never handled her before. Her tack is worn in places, repaired in others. Meticulously maintained, despite its age. The mare, too, is in good nick; her girth filled out, and coat gleaming in the midday sun.

Bruce flicks a glance towards her ears, and sensing no protest, dips a hand into her saddlebags.

Her owner isn’t nearly so neutral. “Hey!” the boy pipes up, slightly breathless. Bruce doesn’t even look down. “I said, hey!”

“You did,” Bruce agrees, retrieving a tattered novel from the saddlebags. He flicks idly past the worn cover, skimming the prose.

“That’s mine,” the boy snarls, with such indignant fury that Bruce glances up from his place on the page.

Hockey AU — Duke Thomas/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson — Explicit

"You're sloppy," Duke says without looking up. 

That hits Jason under the ribs. He cocks his hip, tilting his head to survey the goalie. "Excuse me?" 

Duke looks up, his gaze arresting. "You're sloppy. You miss passes. You make too many turnovers." 

Abruptly, Jason feels defensive. "In the rush of a game—" 

"Let me be clear," Duke says with a mirthless huff. He sets his stick against the goalpost to give Jason his full attention. "You miss easy passes. You make too many easy turnovers." 

"Is that so?" 

Duke crosses his arms over his chest at Jason's tone, unfazed. "The GM brought me in to give this team a breath of fresh air before playoffs. If you don't want my insight—" 

"No, please," Jason says, haughty without being able to pin down why. "Give me the miraculous insight you gleaned from sitting at one end of the ice, watching through bars."

Vikings AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit

Dick laughs when Slade tips him back into the bed of furs, ankles still hooked over his hips. His dark hair looks like water in the nighttime, trickling between the soft white fleece as Slade lifts a hand to trail down his cheekbone.

He's still bloody, still stained with the rot of battle, but so is Slade. It flakes beneath his touch, Dick's warm, blemished skin waiting for him beneath.

Dick's eyes are hooded, his throat tipped back for Slade to kiss down as his fingers move deftly for the knots at the warrior's waist. They fall apart with a harsh tug that rocks Dick up the bed, drawing another chuckle from his smiling lips.

"You nearly died out there, today," Dick hums, arching to press his collarbones to Slade's fingers when he slides them up Dick's chest, shucking his tunic with heady care. "Again."

Slade breaks from his warm skin long enough to murmur, "I have Hel's blessing."

Dick scoffs, lips curling further in his mirth as Slade sits back on his heels to tug his own tunic over his head. When he looks back down, Dick is watching him, all indolence and amusement.

"You'll slight her one day," he warns, shivering when Slade's calloused fingertips trace the blue inked vegvisir on his wrist, trailing up his forearm to finger the heavy gold of his wedding band. "Outlive her graces, and then she'll take you from me."

Slade smiles, soft and amused, and dips his head to kiss Dick's shoulder, wrap his hands around his husband's narrow waist as Dick's ankles tighten around his back. Holding them together, as inseparable here as they had been on the battlefield.

"Never."

Omegaverse AU — Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson —Explicit

Apollo can feel Mid's temple cushioned on his collarbone, Slade's steady presence at his back. Cracking his eyes open reveals the murky shadows of their bedroom, sunlight lain across his brow like a lover's touch.

Everything is muted, the sweet dregs of slumber still clinging. Apollo becomes blearily aware of what's woken him:

Jason, straddling his thighs, his wet heat grinding against Apollo. Coaxing the alpha to half-hardness in the morning light. Enough that he can begin to lower himself into Apollo's length.

A whine fills the room when Apollo reaches a hand down to splay over Jason's thigh, anchoring him.

"Oh, starlight," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.

Thank you for reading 💖

[lovecinnatwist]

Got any smutty Omegaverse BruJay thoughts? 👀

Forever and always anon.

I cry at night wishing for an au where omega!Jason's plan in under the Red Hood goes up in smokes because he an Bruce end up hooking up after a run with poison ivy.

I feel like Bruce is too weak to sexy morally gray villains for it not to happen. Jason keeps his helmet on and they just rip off just enough clothing to fuck and take the edge off.

Jason tries to pretend it doesnt mean anything but Bruce thinks about the Red hood every night.

Cue Jason getting pregnant because plan B what? The lazarus pit spits it out. So change of plans he settles down and plans to raise the baby until he can get back to crime lording. Meanwhile the pregnancy hormones melt the pit influence slowly slowly away.

Cue Bruce fucking the rest of the influence out of him when he finds Jason had his pup.

Identity porn is just my favourite. Hue hue.

[jrosa82]

Okay, yesterday I made a poll for which ship i should write, and now that BruJay won should I do omegaverse or not? I'll be posting the fic when I finish it here on my blog @jrosa82fanfics

Also, if you vote yes, feel free to share preference for like omega Jay or beta Bruce or whatever.

Thank you in advance for anyone who votes I really appreciate the help! <3J

[kieran-granola]

So, @brurobinweek is coming up, and I have two drafts that could potentially fit, but I have to pick one if I want to have a chance to have an actually finished work to post so... I'm giving the people a vote 😂

[darkdoverpseeker]

hello!! resending because i figured i left some stuff out, uh oh.

🕊️ 25+ nonbinary (they/them) roleplayer coming around with a proposal of sorts: i have been itching to write jason todd / red hood from dc comics, you see, and my offer is just about that: i write you jason against whatever muse of choice you have in mind! platonic, romantic, familial or it's-complicated dynamics are all welcome, since i am mostly looking to write him first and foremost. i am pretty headcanon-friendly (including trans hcs) and like talking about dynamics plenty, so i would appreciate ooc communication.

my one hard limit is no underage jason in non-family friendly content, otherwise i am open to most plots and tropes. omegaverse, aus, elseworlds-based, what ifs, rewriting parts of canon—anything goes, really! nsfw or sfw plots are good by me as well.

some ships i enjoy but aren't the be all end all of this list: batcest (jaytim, brujay, jaydick, jaysteph), jason/rogues (harvey dent, harley quinn, potentially slade wilson and roman sionis for more unsavory stuff), jayroykory. i like to explore the psychological aspect of relationships a lot and given jason does not have a healthy outlook on life after coming back from death, there's always a lot to talk about.

my timezone is gmt-3 but i tend to be awake at some real weird hours. my replies fluctuate in speed according to college work load, but i usually can guarantee a reply once a week at latest. i prefer to mirror what my partner offers me but i generally work around three paragraphs worth of writing.

like this post and i will reach out through dms!

like if interested!

[freakylover]

Additional data:

-The ships with the most Omegaverse stories are: Jaydick (997), Jaytim (417), Brujay (256) and Sladejay (187).

-The ships with the most stories tagged with anal sex are: Jaydick (866), Jaytim (458), Brujay (218) and Sladejay (160).

-The ships with the most fluff content are: Jaydick (850), Jaytim (787), Jayroy (455) and Marijay (164).

-The ships with the most Angst content are: Jaydick (765), Jaytim (547), Jayroy (371) and Brujay (171).

-Jaydick is the ship with the highest number of Bottom Jason stories (573), with a percentage difference of 102.18% compared to the stories labeled Top Jason (186).

-Jaytim is the second ship with the highest number of Top Jason stories (176), with a percentage difference of 12.68% compared to the stories labeled as Bottom Jason (200).

TOP 10 Jason Todd "Red Hood"

1.-Jason Todd/Dick Grayson (8699) 2.-Jason Todd/Tim Drake (7011) 3.-Jason Todd/Roy Harper (3179) 4.-Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne (2147) 5.-Jason Todd/Slade Wilson (1114) 6.-Jason Todd/Damian Wayne (861) 7.-Jason Todd/Marinette Dupain-Cheng (837) 8.-Jason Todd/Stephanie Brown (565) 9.-Jason Todd/Kyle Rayner (440) 10.-Jason Todd/Roman Sionis (407)

This list doesn't include fanfics tagged with Jason Todd/Reader.

Please don't comment hate messages, this post is purely informative. I don't want my notifications to be filled with ship wars/hate or mean in general :/