#sorry im kind of sensitive when it comes to this because I was tormented about being long winded in school by students and professors both

[deus-and-the-machina]

I really resent the term "yapping" becoming one of the new internet buzzwords because its just enabled so many people to have a succinct way to be cruel or flippant to others (in particular neurodivergent people) and being very revealing about how many people just do not have an attention span or want instant gratification and with that plus the rise of chatgpt it just sucks how much people clearly do not want to do the bare minimum to learn new things or educate themselves!

[greg-montgomery]

Okay so absolutely loving your writing sm <3

So I had this idea while, of course, scrolling down the aaron x reader tag so like you dont have to write it if you dont want to but i wanna throw this out here bc otherwise itll stay stuck in my brain

But like reader who is just,, incredibly shy? Like in social situations they put up a front and you would never expect them to be shy because theyre very present and speak up often despite almost blending in the background when quiet. But its a whole other story at home and such?

Like, Aaron notices and first thinks theyre uncomfortable with him but he slowly realizes that this is like, their love language ig and showing vulnerability? Quiet time, acts of service and such yk? Like, they always put up a front and to drop that (not entirely ofc but a decent amount of it) is just the highest form of trust bc theyve been ridiculed for being shy? And the shyness is much more present in the bedroom, especially when he praises them they just get even more shy and hes just so so gentle :(( like asking if theyre okay, going slowly and asking to see them when they hide their face but never forcing them to and just like praising them when they do and the praise kink of them just sticks its head up and its just the purest form of being together? Like, its not rough but gentle and its soft and theres really no other word than making love for it and its all just :(( and the aftercare the man would provide is just AHHH😭❤️

Oh dear im so sorry but i got sucked into the fandom and got obsessed by hotch and then your writing so- this is so long so imma shut up now but i just needed to throw it out there tbh before id explode from all the hotch ideas i have in my mind that im not writing myself or giving to any writer bc what if they think the ideas are weird or too long like rn- but anyway imma shut up have a nice day/night and hydrate <3 (also you might see more of me if you dont mind long ass rants in the middle of it like this one- if you do mind just tell me to shut up im not gonna be mad or anything <3/srs)

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my sweet sweet 🧽 anon <33 this took me a while to write i'm sorry!! i hope you've been well!! i think about you a lot and i haven't forgotten the kind words you had sent to me <3 i hope you enjoy this!! (and ofc i don’t mind long rants i LOVE talking about aaron <3333)

nsfw - minors dni

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“Can I, honey?” you heard Aaron’s words as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

You had been covering your face as you usually did when your boyfriend went down on you. After making you finish, Aaron had made his way up again, urging you nicely to look at him.

With a nod of your head, you gave him permission to gently remove your hands from your face.

“There you are.” He smiled at you.

“Hi,” you said, softly, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little.

“Hi,” he answered, just as softly. “Do you wanna taste yourself, baby?”

“Mhm…” You nodded, staring at his chin instead of his eyes.

Your own eyes closed involuntarily, as he lowered himself and his lips touched yours. You opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to touch yours. Knowing where that tongue had been before it was inside your mouth, made you even more excited for what was coming next.

Aaron placed his hand on your hip, giving it a squeeze and then moved it down your thigh, wrapping your leg around his body. “Open them wider, sweetheart.”

Only a few moments later, Aaron was inside you, rocking his body against yours, in a pace slow enough to be considered both romantic and tormenting.

“Ah…”

“Good?” he breathed heavily on your mouth.

“So good…”

“I love you,” he moaned, his face now buried in the crook of your neck. He left open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin after every little whine of yours. “I love your body. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you take me like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you sighed, because you really were. There was no man in the world you’d let yourself be this vulnerable around, other than Aaron. Your Aaron.

[doctorofmagic]

Hello! I’m a huge fan of both your blog and Stephen Strange! I’ve been into the comics for a good few years now and I’d like to ask (as I’ve noticed some things myself), if you believe DoomStrange is a good ship? :0 It seems like it could work in my opinion! And 2. (Sorry, im a curious person) Do you have any recommendations for comics with Victor and Stephen together that I may have missed?? Thank you!!

Greetings and thanks for asking!

Oh, my. Anon... Are... Are you asking me about my ship...? *inhales deeply*

Since you’re asking my opinion about it, I’ll definitely NOT get hold of myself. Also I’m not internally keysmashing, who told you that?

Regarding your first question. YES. DEFINITELY. ABSOLUTELY. Doomstrange is an incredible ship, mostly in canon 616. Of course, one must consider that we’re talking about a supervillain, which brings a few reservations about how healthy and problematic this kind of ship may be. That said, if you don’t mind this kind of relationship, we can proceed.

Truth be told, I’m quite soft when it comes to the old trope in which the good character becomes a source of redemption to the villain. I can’t stress enough how important Stephen is to Victor’s character development. And yes, in canon.

Since the very beginning, even before their first encounter, there’s a certain admiration that comes both ways. Though Victor still exhales his colossal ego through every word, he considers the possibility of becoming Stephen’s apprentice when Clea leaves. This is so important for two reasons: first, because Victor NEVER submits to people. Secondly, because he keeps track on Stephen. He has this peculiar, growing interest in him. We have an entire page dedicated to his conflict in Doctor Strange - Master of the Mystic Arts #57 (1983).

Meanwhile, Stephen does not think of Victor as a tyrant, a villain or a bad person at first. On the contrary, he considers him an ally, even though they haven’t met yet. When Stephen’s attacked by Dormammu, he evokes the memories of possible allies, sensitive to magic, who could aid him. It’s quite unusual for a hero to think of an enemy as a possible ally. And yet, here we are.

But the climax is yet to come in Triumph and Torment. Victor finds a way to save his mother without asking for help. That’s clever, he’s absolutely in character here. And maybe he expected Stephen to be the winner. Maybe he predicted that Stephen would be the one to literally go to hell with him. And that’s a good thing because they had a hidden agenda way before T&T.

They spend 45 days together. I repeat, Stephen lived in Latveria - more specifically, in Castle Doom - for 45 days. I can’t think of other people who shared so many days with Stephen aside from Clea and Wong.

One can arguee that Victor would never bond. He’s too hard and cold. But that’s WRONG. Victor had Valeria for one day and a half and immediately adopted her. He’s a softie.

And again, he could have left Stephen behind in Mephisto’s realm. But he didn’t. Mephisto freed Cynthia, they could have walked away, except Cynthia is, deep down, a good soul, and the same goes for Victor. Once more, one can arguee that Victor saved Stephen out of interest, since he could benefit from the Sorcerer Supreme’s powers. Well, then... If he ended up being the second best in the Contest of the Vishanti, wouldn’t that make him the next Sorcerer Supreme? He could have taken the title for himself! Also, another proof that Victor cares about Stephen is right here, when he carries Stephen on his arms since he doesn’t want demons to touch him (we were robbed but it did happen!)

Their feelings somehow changed after this experience. Stephen learned that Victor has a soft side, and Victor realized that Stephen is not just a tool, but someone to rely on. Of course, there’s a ton of angst and ego and opposite ideologies, but that’s the beautiful part of it. It’s about how they change each other gradually.

And it may seem that I’m exaggerating, but it only takes a few years in the official chronology to understand how T&T was fundamental to consolidate their relationship and prove my point.

During The Infinity Gauntlet saga, when Doom feels compelled to use the stones but is nearly destroyed, Stephen’s the one who saves both his body and soul. They could have let Doom die, yet we’re talking about Stephen. This is so important because Victor acknowledges his effort. More than that, he secretly values Stephen’s deed. He ~SUBMITS~ to Stephen. And Doctor Doom NEVER yields.

And I’m not even mentioning the fact that Stephen listens to Victor.

Sadly, there’s a huge gap until their next interaction, but oh boy, is it worth it. Of course, I’m skipping their minor battles because, truth be told, they’re not even as meaningful as their team-ups.

Obviously, we’re skipping to New Avengers v3 and Secret Wars. I’m not saying that Stephen is better off without the Illuminati, yet I cannot ignore the fact that he raised from perdition the moment he started his own journey alone towards power in order to stop the Beyonders. And who did he find at the end? Victor. He was the only one who figured Doom was trying to save the world as well. And the fact that they witnessed the end of the world side by side? Poetic cinema.

I could have settled by that, yet Hickman shows me that they LITERALLY built a world together.

And why is Secret Wars so important to their story? Because Stephen’s sin and Victor’s crime led them to ruin. The moment Victor loses Stephen and realizes he was betrayed by him is the moment Battleworld falls. It’s a very tragic story.

Still, we’re talking about Stephen. He has this tendency to endless goodness. They never talked about Battleworld (although I have a theory that they both remember it), and yet, their bond remains. They do not hold resentment. On the contrary, Stephen still believes in Victor’s kindness, while Victor trusts Stephen.

That said, after all this time, I believe Savage Avengers is the best example to illustrate their bond nowadays. It’s not surprising that their relationship is so well written, considering T&T is a personal favorite of Gerry Duggan. Also funny how it’s also Cantwell’s personal favorite, but they interpreted their relationship in completely different perspectives.

In Savage Avengers, they act as if they were practically married and it’s quite sweet. Also, we have it all. There’s a casual conversation about working together in order to triumph, there’s lots of drama and commotion and, of course, a breathtaking rescue. It’s perfect. I’ve fangirled talked about it a few times because, god, it’s THAT good and a great source of food.

In short, what makes me soft towards Doomstrange is how their dynamics flow both ways. On the one hand, I love how much Stephen believes in Victor’s goodness and how much he’s willing to go in order to save his damned soul. On the other hand, I love the way Victor sees Stephen differently and grows soft whenever he’s involved, allowing himself to show a hidden part of his heart.

They both struggle with loneliness and self-loathing, although they deal with it at opposite ends. While Stephen isolates himself and thinks the world is better off without him, Victor masks it with his huge ego and confidence, craving love and praise. In the end, they’re the same. They only see the world through opposite perspectives. The What If? issue where Doom becomes Sorcerer Supreme is there to prove my point. Stephen is what Victor could have become if tragedy was not a constant in his life.

Oof, I was really carried away haha. I’m so not sorry for that haha help.

Finally, your second question! The Doomstrange chronology!

I’m not sure which comic books you’ve read, so I’m making a complete list, except for alternate realities (like the What If ones, mostly because they’re very, very, VERY dark regarding Doomstrange). Here we go:

Before their first official encounter:

The Amazing Spider-Man v1 Annual #14 (1980) Doctor Strange - Master of the Mystic Arts #57 (1983) Doctor Strange - Sorcerer Supreme #2 (1989) First official team-up:

Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph and Torment (1989)

The complete list:

Doctor Strange - Sorcerer Supreme #34 (1991) Silver Surfer v3 #59 (1991) Fantastic Four v3 #69; Fantastic Four v1 #500; Fantastic Four v1 #501 (not a team-up, they’re enemies here. But I adore this story all the same) New Avengers v3 (2012) (it’s recommend to read the whole volume to understand the story, but if you’re looking for Doomstrange only content, check issues #31 and #33) Secret Wars #1-9 (2016) (for Doomstrange, check issues #1-6) Infamous Iron Man #11-12 (2016) Doctor Doom #2 (2019) (Cantwell’s pessimist interpretation of Doomstrange) Savage Avengers #8-10 (2019) (Duggan’s very optimistic interpretation of Doomstrange. Also ignore the cover for issue #12, we all know that the person who slept with Stephen was Victor, considering the last panel pfff).

That’s it! I’m so sorry for the very long, looooong post. Also thank you for your kind words and patience! I hope it helped somehow.

[eliphante123]

meet Taniya the lion

Name: Taniya Kalisha

Nicknames: Tachan, Ta-nyah, little cub (Leona)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Lion

Height: 5 ft 1

College: Night Raven College

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Year: 2nd

Job: dorm assistant & peacemaker (dorm mates)

Family:

Father

Mother (decease)

Uncle

Aunt

3 cousins

Quote: a dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work

Goals: strong, happiness, and become a greatest sorceress

Personality: She is kind and hardworking that likes to learn more about magic, helping out with everyone who are in trouble, and opens up to every old/new students of meeting new friends. Before she came to Night Raven College, she used to be shy and intimidated lion who gets really nervous of talking to everyone but as she was accepted, she became confident and honest with her words. She’s not like the rest of savanaclaw students that supposably hot-headed, rowdy, and hooligan of wanting a fight with other students, she is consider to be calm or more like a peacemaker to them but she can be a bit hot-tempered, too if they try something to pissed her off. When it comes to work of being savanaclaw’s dorm assistant that Leona assigned her to be, she’s very serious about her job and wanted to get her work done, perfectly by writing a to-do list of tasks, attendance, errands, keeping savanaclaw dorm from chaos, organize/fixing the facilities from damage, checking out the students, and etc. before going back to her studies or spending her free time in her dorm room. Taniya has a phobia of flying, which brings her to be a scaredy cat of attending flying class by skipping class or running away; even when her classmates, including Ashton, tried to drag her out from her room. Although, she may have a weakness. When something happens that reminds of her past, she fell disorientated of having a mental breakdown by repeated saying “Im sorry for being existed” that she would gladly die for them. After that happened, she went back to her normal self and telling them to forget what she’ve said by reassuring that it was her acting skills. She has a hungry glutton for meat that she goes fully hyped of wanting to eat and with that kind of energy, she always get easily fooled by her friends pranks. Her insecurity of being small which made her very sensitive and everyone at college thinks she’s a kid or a freshman despite that she’s actually 2nd year. If anyone made fun of her height, they’ll feel her dark aura with a sarcastic smile to threat them by scratching their faces or bite their arms and legs off with her pointy buck tooth.

Likes: MEAT!!! ALL KINDS OF MEAT, desserts, peace, magic, animals, adventure, strolling/running around the campus, jokes, good grades, break, getting the work done, studying, friends and helping others

Dislikes: fish, calling short, get into fights, flying (especially with brooms and magic carpet), failing, teasing, her dorm mates, Leona, losing someone dear, mess, and evil magic

Favorite color: yellow, green, and blue

Hobbies: running, reading, sports, magic, cleaning, and parkour

Skills/Abilities: martial arts, potion making, levitation, acting, sense of hearing, casting spells, talking to animals, and speed

Backstory: 

She was born and raised as a sweet girl and lived a happy life from an isolated house, far from town with her parents until her mother passed away since she was 5. Her mother’s death cause her to be depressed and downhearted for the pass few years. Both of them were poor and grew up in tough life where Taniya was doing the household chores all by herself while her father was busy his full-time work. Every children in town and school were afraid of her as they keep themselves away from Taniya because of her form and proves that she’s actually a lion which brings the children into thinking that lions are a vicious and dangerous animals. Even if she try being nice to the children by telling them that she won’t hurt them but they end up running to their parents then accused her for pretending to be nice, so she can lure them for being her food. The townspeople believes them and begins to be afraid of her so they treated Taniya and her dad like an outcast by throwing rocks at them and badmouthing them. They didn’t want her to be around the town so they told her that she doesn’t belong here and rather live in the outskirts and die. With that happened, they made her to become timorous and not wanting to make friends with anyone but instead, talking to animals from the woods. Everything that she’ve been through, Taniya grew tired, out of frustration and decided to take her own life from all the pain and torments that inflicts her. Out of anger, she accidentally uses her levitation spell on a boulder then crumbled into a million pieces, which shocked her. She asked her father about what happened though he knew and waited for it to happen. It reveals that her mother was one of the noble family that inherits special powers and her family has an outstanding social status throughout the region. On the other hand, her father and his family works as their servants. When two of them meet, they fell in love at first sight and they became very close, together for few months. The servant propose the noble daughter in marriage but both of their parents didn’t approve their relationship because of their social standards. So, her mother and father decided to run away from them and live their own happy life. Taniya didn’t know that her mother was a sorceress in the first place. Her father didn’t tell her that because they thought she doesn’t have powers for a long time so they decided to keep it a secret until the time comes but if her mother has powers then Taniya should have powers, too. After long years of practice, she was able to master some of her magic, however, it wasn’t enough for her. She told her father that she needed to get fresh air from practicing magic for almost everyday so she wanted to cool herself off. As she leaves her father and her home behind, Taniya decided that she could take a stroll to the woods; she walks further and further, deep in the woods without being mindful of her surroundings until she gotten herself lost. With fear and anxiety, she tried tracing her foot steps from where she went but unfortunately, she found nothing of her home or town except trees and night sky. She was beginning to lose hope until a mirror appeared infront of her. She wonders why would there be a mirror in the middle of the woods? could it be that someone left it here? if that what it is then shouldn’t be anyone here to take it back. She took a good look at the mirror to see a reflection of herself but as she moves closely, she was sucked inside the mirror and found herself in a different area that she’s not familiar with. Then a mysterious man with a black bird mask offers her a hand and by surprise, he tells her that she’ve been accepted to his college named “Night Raven College” and that’s where her college story begins.

Facts:

She’s anxious of making new friends and thinking that everyone aren’t interested of her

Everyone at night raven mistaken Taniya as 1st year of how short she is and doesn't like being called like that. 

She works with Leona & Ruggie as their dorm assistant on helping out their CHAOTIC dormitory. If anything happens to her dorm mates, she would gladly helps them by talking about their problems (though they don’t want to talk but she persistently did) or drags them to the infirmary and treat them with aid. She doesn't mind helping the people she hate as long as preventing them from hurting others & themselves. When there's a fight going on, she rushes between the two or more oppressor to break off their feuds and scolds them for fighting without a reason. Her dorm mates finds her annoying and persistent for acting like a peacemaker but if it weren't for her, there wouldn't be a problem at their dorm.

She would do anything to avoid Ashton's class by making up lots of excuses or shut herself in her room until it ends even it means failing her grades.

Just like Ruggie's gluttton of food, her favorite is meat.

She doesn't like her dormitory because according to the tw anthology, every students are hot-headed and likes getting into fights just for being tough which makes it annoying and troublesome to deal with them over and over again but somehow, she's happy that she fits in with her dorm mates and getting to know everyone especially that everyone are furries (i forgot how to call it) just like her.

Taniya wasn't a fan of fish and never eats one. Although, she DID eat once but she finds it very weird for her taste buds including the rotten smell and because of that, she doesn’t want to step foot on Octavinelle dorm. (she doesn’t trust them because she smells fishy about Azul, Jade, Floyd, and the rest of their dorm mates.....I'm sorry but seriously, she doesn’t trust them)

She’s not interested about having a relationship (that’s a lie) and rather help them have confident of confessing their crushes but if any boy wants to win her heart, they need to do better than giving chocolates & flowers and saying sweet words or else she might deliberately friendzoning them because this feline won’t be easy to fall for. To her, she’s really clueless when it comes of being loved but even if she DOES like someone, she won’t admit to her friends/spouse that he’s not enough for her or act a bit classic tsundere (you baka! obviously it’s-)

What everyone didn’t know that she also have a dark side but she always keep her mental at state

[iphoenixrising]

fam i hope one day you write that ensuing fight between possessive/pit alpha jay and dick who needs to take control of that sitch real quick

Aww fam! Yasss. Thank-you, babe

Here’s the thing: @satire-please​ and I discussed this fucking ask okay and I cannot, CAN. NOT. write just the fight one. Really, there’s two possible ways the scene after this could go.

Both are very interesting, so, this can be like a choose your own adventure. Pick the fight and fuck or the hurt/comfort. Either way.

For reference: Original Ask, How it came about ask, other Possessive!Jay thing.

**

How it could have happened:

The low growl rises in pitch just enough–

and the fight is on.

Tim makes some kind of noise, a shout rather than a whine, rising up on his knees the moment Jay’s weight left the bed. He wants to stand, to move, to get between them as fast as he fucking can, the vigilante skimming up his spine, hitting his system with adrenaline to prepare for the fight of his life.

But the Omega in him, sated and satisfied, realizes what’s happening here, and keeps him right there on his knees with rumpled sheets under him, naked and on display as the prize for the winner.

It makes those instincts take notice, to make his already overworked body ready against for the victor because the thought, the sight, the scents of two Alpha males ready to fight over him is doing things to his body he never thought possible (slick is already scenting the air, his thighs are trembling when Dick’s musk gets overpowering from across the room, and Jay is growling so low and dangerous and possessive).

His hands fist in the sheets unconsciously, panting while Dick and Jay circle one another, when the two side-eye him the second he shifts a leg almost off the bed.

“N-No–”

“We have to, Timmy,” is rumbly and low, a whole new tone he’s never, never heard Dick use before. “His Alpha won’t have it any other way.”

“We…we can stop him, just let me–”

“Don’t. Move!” Dick yells a second before he strikes.

And the next twenty minutes are a lesson in how far his patience can possibly stretch while he’s kneeling on the very edge of the bed, gripping the sheet in both fists against his chest, getting unbearably turned on regardless of the circumstance as his Alphas trade fast and furious blows, pull out elite fighting skills, speed and fucking power against one another.

Jay is brutal when he’s riding the Pit, not pulling any punches, using his height advantage with precision and power, counters when he knows all about Dick’s usual to counter more than usual.

Dick is less flare and more get it done, punctuating the point:

He’s the Pack Alpha, and the Omega is his first.

It’s a split moment when their Pack Alpha ducks under Jay’s defense with a blow that takes the bigger Alpha down on his knees, gives Dick enough time to pull the sedative he’d palmed, stepping around to hold one of Jay’s arms and push the plunger down with the other.

He’s going to get decked for the bruise and headache his second will sport in the morning, but tonight, no one is getting hurt, so the ice pack he’ll need in the morning will be completely worth it.

He gently eases Jay down to the floor, running his fingers through the white stripe of hair falling messily over those dazed eyes, the jade flecks fading before his eyes to be natural blue.

“I’m sorry, honey,” is soft between them, his thumb moving over the mating mark. “I’ll cuddle the hell out of you in the morning, I promise.”

There’s a noise, part-huff, part-sigh, Jay’s eyes sluggishly rolling up to meet Dick’s. His hand flops a little, flails a bit before he gets it right, fighting the drugs just to get a little–

“Sugar,” he rasps out, just enough strength left to pull Dickie down to ‘im and kiss him like they ain’t getting a tomorrow.

“Love you,” Dick whispers achingly against his mouth, catching his hand as he goes limp and the fast-acting drug takes effect and Jay is out.

He pulls off his sweatshirt, tucking it under Jay’s head when his sensitive nose picks it up, and slowly, slowly, turns back toward the bed.

Kneeling there, Tim is biting down on his lower lip, knees going a little weak holding his weight when Dick’s eyes take him in.

The low growl reverberates louder, registering over the blood rushing in his ears. He tries to fight the needy whimper working up through his chest by biting down harder.

It comes out anyway because dammit, damn these two, and how stupidly comfortable they’ve made him giving in to his instincts once-and-a-while–

The noise sets Dick off immediately since he’s already riding the Pack Alpha train, his movement across the room almost a blur.

He’s on Tim fast enough to make the Omega’s head spin, his mouth suddenly full of seeking Alpha tongue, and the sheet pretty much ripped out of his hands so those palms can touch him, trace him, torment him, can push him back, grip his neck, thumb his nipples into taunt peaks, slide between his legs to find him slick and ready and on the verge of fucking desperate, can work him even more to make sure he can take another knot.

Even though he’s already hoarse as fuck from Jay’s abrupt change to Pit-riding Alpha Male, he can still scream and cry while Dick pins him down and fucks inside, holding him hard enough to add to the bruises he’s going to be sporting tomorrow.

“Take it, Omega, take what I give you,” huffed against the nape of his neck while he sobs with overstimulation, not knowing if he can–

Spoiler alert: Dick’s knot makes his knees go out on him. and the palm rubbing soothingly over his bloated belly does not help at all.

The Alpha turns him on his side, holds him tightly while they wait out the knot and come down from the intensity of their instincts, and the aftermath of some mind-blowing sex.

They both stare at the unconscious Alpha still on the floor, watching the easy rise-and-fall of his chest until they finally separate.

His knees wobbly, Dick manages to climb off the bed with a pat to Tim’s sore ass and stagger close enough to heft Jay’s big body up in his arms.

Forcing some strength in his arms, Tim wiggles back and tugs up the sheet with one arm, accepting the younger Alpha with the other.

The three of them on the full bed was a squeeze, but Dick fits around any shape in existence so he literally engulfs them both in his arms. Those blue eyes are lidded while he talks to Tim over Jay’s shoulder, purrs to soothe them both, make Jay huff out in his sleep and slap a hand right on the cheek of Dick’s ass with a sharp snap.

Surprisingly awake after such a rough (but stirring) night, Tim dutifully recounts the fight and what set their Alpha Second off the proverbial rails.

He rolls his eyes when Dick sits up to lean over Jay’s hip and take in the finger-shaped bruises along his rib cage.

(C’mon. I get worse fighting The Riddler. And, you know, that guy.)

And nudges Jay over a little with one shoulder to roll on his back and let Dick give in to his Pack Alpha instincts and clean him up a little with a soft, damp cloth. He’d already waved away the offer of a bath because all of them are done for the night.

**

How it also could have happened (because sometimes I feel the need for angst. Spoiler: remember Dick and Jay were Alpha/Alpha before they found out Tim’s an Omega;)

“Oh…” Tim whimpers faintly when Dick slams into the safehouse, a whirlwind of where’s my Packmates? “Oh no.”

He’s already half gone, hoping Jay would come out of the Pit-haze with this last knotting session, but when their Pack Alpha’s musk hits the air, the arms around him lock down, force him down on the thick knot even harder.

The increased pressure makes a weak noise come out of his chest, and the following bite forcing a final orgasm over him, making the Omega’s eyes roll up in the back of his head, hands tighten on Jay’s restraining arms while he shakes apart.

He’s past the point of being able to scream again, just tangled up in the damn sheet and stuck on a knot that is literally pushing at the back of his throat.

“Pl-Please, Jay,” is a whimper because his thighs are shaking and fighting seems like a thing his knees probably won’t be able to handle right about now.

(He knows he’s that far gone after round…whatever because the hilarious image of Jay trying to fight their Pack Alpha with Tim literally stuck on his dick flashes through his brain pan while the press of the knot against his spot that makes his vision cloud over again.)

He gets a low, dangerous growl in reply, and an A for effort, but Dick is looking from him to Jay, eyes narrowing, the expression calculating, Nightwing making a plan.

“Nnngn! W-wait, he-he’s not–not hurting me, Dick, I promise,” he tries to stammer out, patting and stroking Jay’s tight forearms instead of gripping. “We just…need a little bit to work him down–”

“How many times has he knotted you, Timmy?” Because Dick’s eyes are sliding down his bare body again, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I…nngh, I’m not sure. Four, maybe?” But his chest stutters when Jay flexes his hips again, still pumping deep inside.

“Okay, okay, he’s got you nice and fucked out,” Dick’s voice goes from growly to calm just that fast.  “I’m going to help talk him down before he hurts you, okay?”

“I don’t know–” is helplessly high-pitched because Jason leans in to latch on to his scent gland and suck. “W-we’ve never brought him out of it together before. I don’t know if I can-can get him calm while you’re here.”

But Dick’s eyes never lose that look, one that could mean fight or fuck. He was never sure which until the last possible second.

“Oh, I think we can do it, Pretty Bird,” and Dick’s voice gentles, his chest starting to rumble in a soft purr, “I think Jay just needs to remember who he belongs to. Nothing sudden, just a little reminder.”

And because Dick Grayson has seen the Pit’s influence before, because it’s Jay, because he’s a vigilante that has to make a plan, a vigilante that’s fought Jason Todd’s own demons more than once–

He knows how he needs to play it, and smiles softly before slowly tilting his head to the side, showing the long line of his throat, the subtle mating mark at the base.

“Jay, it’s me, honey. Just me.” He keeps it soft and low, purring lightly while his scent gets just a little stronger, his musk open and welcoming.

The Alpha stares at him over Tim’s shoulder, eyes narrowing, the growl ending in a soft huff.

“I know it’s hard to remember when you’re like this. It’s just all the Alpha in you trying to fight, to survive, to keep what’s yours.” Dick talks it out gently, turning slightly so he can stare at his mate’s eyes over their Omega’s shoulder. “But it’s okay, honey. I’m yours too, aren’t I?” And deliberately, he runs his tongue over his bottom lip and leans forward on his hands. “Me and Timmy…we’re both yours, aren’t we?”

Those eye with too much jade blink at him, some of the tension from his shoulders easing down, coming to the realization he’s not going to have to fight for the Omega in his arms. He turns out of Tim’s neck, chin tilting up to scent the air again, to lock onto Dick’s musk.

“That’s it, Little Wing. Scent me, really scent me. If it takes you some time to remember me, us, then it’s okay. I’m not leaving you. Jason, I’m. Not. Leaving. You.” And it’s a gamble when he slowly lifts one hand, palm up, hoping Jay will reach for him, will remember how much he used to cling to Dick in the early days of their relationship, how he needed to obsessively check-in with Nightwing to make sure he was still up and moving.

(“Can’t lose ya now, Dickie. Not after I finally got cha ya where I want ya.”

“Honestly Jay, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than Gotham’s worst to keep me away. You know that, right?”)

And Tim feels it. Where his back is pressed up against Jay’s chest tightly, just the smallest hitch in the panting breath, how the hold loses some intensity. There’s a soft noise over his shoulder, low and oddly fragile when Jay sees that hand outstretched and open. It’s only natural Tim tries to help, turns his head as much as he can to look at the Alpha’s expression, to see the struggle there, the fight against the Pit’s influence and his own Alpha nature. He nuzzles against the side of Jay’s face, raises a shaky hand to pat the arm around his chest.

“D-Dickie….” is more growl than actual words, “A-Alpha.”

“It’s me, honey,” and Dick’s voice is so gentle, so full of affection, his hand still out while he takes cautious steps forward. “I want to hold you, want to touch my beautiful mate. God, Jay, you smell so good, just like home, just like our bed in the morning.”

The shudder against Tim’s back is more obvious this time, something that releases more tension in Jay’s shoulders and arms. He tries to nuzzle against Jay’s jugular, patting the restraining arm again until the hold loosens up (and no, he’s not wondering how Dick and Jay’s bed smells in the morning because it’s not really his place is it? This, the three of them, is just about some A’s helping out an O, right? It’s the Pit and Jay’s instincts that come after him, the Omega. That’s all it can be, all they can be, and really…it’s fine).

The next noise is closer to a whine, an Alpha in pain, in shock, in need, calling out to his Pack, and Tim can feel the fine tremble starting against him, signs Jay is coming out of the haze. He tries to shift, biting down on his lower lip at the feel the knot stretching him, still locked in place. And he hopes he can get off Jay’s lap so Dick can take over since this seems to be working more than just, you know, being a warm hole to knot.

But he made a mistake shifting because those arms tighten back down, the Alpha’s gaze snapping to his face, lip curling off his teeth.

“Whoa. Honey, Jaybird,” Dick holds out both hands, placating, “you’ve knotted him…a lot. He’s probably uncomfortable, maybe sore. We need to take care of him, right?”

Tim tries to keep himself from flinching at how terrible that sounds (it’s just because he’s an Omega, isn’t it?), but the twinge draws Jay’s attention back to him, and the Alpha eases up his grip to slide both hands around him to rub his heavy belly.

“I know, honey,” Dick smiles gently, “you just want to be a good Alpha. It’s okay, you are.” He’s finally close enough to lay a hand on Jason’s forearm, to kneel by the bed and smile up at the other Alpha endearingly. “You’ve come so far, and we’ve worked so hard. You know you’re more than this. Isn’t it time to come back?”

When Jay doesn’t jerk away from the hold, doesn’t attack immediately, Dick sighs in relief and runs his fingers down that forearm, pausing on familiar scars. “C’mon, honey. I’m waiting for you.”

Abruptly, Jason Todd makes a harsh noise, hands falling away from Tim’s belly. He moves to grip Dick’s hand tight, his shoulders shuddering.

Luckily, Tim can absolutely miss all the awkward coming after this little sitch because the knot shrinks down enough for him to pull himself off with a wet noise, and scramble off the bed to snatch his boxers and suit up from the floor, hold them in front of his body.

Dick takes his place fast, already up on his knees, wrapping both arms around Jay and holding the Alpha hard against his chest, purring against the top of his head, soothing the shakes away.

“It’s okay, Little Wing, it’s okay,” murmured gently in the din while Tim makes his trembling knees work just long enough to get him to the bathroom and lightly close the door. He pants softly, sinking down to sit on the floor, clutching his clothes to his chest (their marks on one another are fucking beautiful, but it’s so stupid to want what he can’t have).

He gives himself a minute or so, shutting down his thoughts, trying to block out his inner Omega wailing because he left them, because while he knows he isn’t their Omega, the instincts in him (maybe more than just instincts) crave to be.

Biting down on his lower lip, one hand strays to his overly full belly, a slight curve under his palm, and it’s a crazy thing how horrified he’d been when the idea Ra’s might force him to have an heir, but if the young had been Dick’s or Jay’s–

Tim snatches his hand back, erasing the thought immediately. He’s on birth control, he’s a vigilante, he’s the leader of the Titans, and he’s only been with the Alphas through potentially dangerous Heats. Once his body evens out, everything…everything will go back to the way it was.

The achingly empty spot in his chest throbs for a terrible moment, the grief of his inner Omega, before he can tamp it down, push it to the back of his thoughts, and try to get himself together.

“Timmy?” The knock on the door is who knows how much later, but he’s only managed to get his boxers on, standing wobbly to try getting back into his body suit.

“How is he?” Is the first thing out of his mouth.

“It’s okay, he’s back now. Tim, are you–?”

“You should take him home, Dick. He needs some time.”

“I’m planning on it. I hit up B for a ride. Car is already on its’ way. We need to get you dressed and ready to go, too.”

“I’m fine. I can get to the Perch from here.”

“Oh, no. I’m not leaving you, Tim.” The door knob twists, the door trying to open up against his back. Well, body block FTW. “Let me in.”

“I’m fine, Dick. You need to worry about him right now.”

“I can worry about anyone I want, Timmy. I can have my cake and eat it too. We’re all going back to my place to cuddle. Like, now, so let me in so I can help you get into your suit.”

“You’re a good Alpha, Dick, but I don’t have any more blockers, and we can’t risk my scent setting him off again. It’s safer for everyone–”

“Tim, if you don’t want to be around Jay, I understand. He literally just–”

“It’s not that! He didn’t hurt me!”

“He still–”

“No! I mean, that’s not why–”

“Then let me in, Baby.” The door presses up against his back again, and Tim quickly zips up his body suit, feeling better to have this convo now that he’s partially dressed. When he straightens up, Dick takes immediate advantage and slides through the door with Tim’s boots and cape. He drops them carelessly, those blue eyes taking him in from head to foot.

“Seriously, Dick–” with a little crossing his arms over his chest, starting out no-nonsense, I-am-an-island, we’ve all taken worse beatings than that, and ending with the logical he needs you right now, and you need to make sure he’s okay– listen to your inner Pack Alpha.

The immediate octopus hold and purring Alpha suddenly up in his business stops those placations from pouring out (deflection denied!), Dick pretty much scooping him up to nuzzle at his face–

(and make sure he can’t escape out the window)

–to start talking in that same low, surpy voice that just gets to the core of him. “You did so well, Baby, taking care of Jay. You were amazing.”

And one of Dick’s big hands runs soothingly down his spine, making his tense muscles ease.

“You could have run, or you could have tranqued him, but instead you helped work him down while he was awake, when his Alpha took over. You gave him the Omega he needed. You took care of our Pack Mate when he was literally insane.”

And his feet touch the ground so Dick can slide a hand up in his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp, “you deserve a nice bath and some dinner before we put you to bed for the day. You’ve earned it, Baby.”

Well… that does sound kind of nice.

Since he knows he’s not going to win this little sitch, especially when Jason shows up, bracing his hand against the doorframe, looking shaky as fuck, his eyes more blue than green, and his hands are fucking desperate with apologies, Tim lets the two of them muscle him back into the safehouse to gather his harness and utility belt. He fishes out a domino since Jay can’t stand to be in the helmet and tolerates the hand fisted in his cape while they climb down the side of the building to the waiting car in the alley.

He doesn’t fight Jay getting in the back seat with him while Dick drives, and agreeably sits on the Alpha’s lap during the ride, pointedly not focusing on how good the big, gloved hand feels palming his belly. He gets a few minutes to sink into the grey between sleep and awake, losing the soft conversation between Dick and Jay as the car glides through Gotham.

The door opening rouses his Robin instincts before the Omega, making him snap-to, avoiding the instinctual lunge by a hair when Jay latches on to his wrist and pulls him back.

The familiar Alpha scent is what makes him shake it off and climb out of the nice Lexus like a good vigilante.

He and Jay take the side fire escape because they’re still in suits as Dick goes inside to unlock the windows the easy way.

Instead of starting the climb, the Hood fires his gauntlet grapple and sweeps an arm around Red Robin’s waist and they fly into the night with his cape flaring out behind them.

The bath is already running and Dick maneuvers right around his excuses, stripping him down before he realizes he’s naked again. He only manages to divert Dick away from getting in the bath with him by reminding how much they don’t want Jay to be alone right now while shoving the older Alpha out the door.

It’s not long after that he’s in a borrow t-shirt, The Cure, that almost hangs down to his knees and sweatpants bunching up at the ankles (and no, his inner Omega isn’t finally fucking satisfied being literally covered in the scent of both Alphas, that’s just asking for trouble…fuck), his legs on Jay’s lap while the Alpha feeds him bites of a sandwich between sips of Gatorade.  

Dr. Strange is on low when he starts to nod off again, and wakes up in the morning sandwiched between the two Alphas in their bed.

It’s the answer he did and didn’t want, on how Dick and Jay’s bed smells, feels, in the morning, but it is a terrifying realization–

–how much like home it seems to be.