#omega!jayb

Jason snaps, pushed to the edge. The low whine builds amidst the snarling. One of the three remaining pauses, cocking his head in surprise, fists rising to defend himself. An answering bulge in the man's pants suggests he's aware of more than he realises in this moment.

No, Jason screams in his head. Not now. He steps back, resets, a shrug of his massive shoulders to dispel the shuddering warmth pooling in his gut. He can feel it in the fight, worse than usual. That unfurling heat begging for release, for satiation, imploring peace and turning his scent from deep earth and amber to something floral and fresh.

"Fuck," he hisses, teeth gritted. He starts forwards, and the leader sees the provocation, takes another swing with a roar. Jason doesn't move, doesn’t even charge the thug down. Knuckles meet his cheekbones and eye with a crack, and the world erupts into spotty darkness. Jason's vision swims for a moment, a curse muffled as he bites his tongue.

The taste of blood drags his mind away from the honey sweet smell of slick gathering at the base of his cock and balls. The echoes of fragmented pain ripple across his mind, eye surely blackened, cheekbone vibrating with a possible fracture.

It separates him again. Jason Todd and Red Hood. Idealist and vigilante. The yearning nurturer and the unchained beast, one to tame the darkness inside, the other to bring Gotham to its knees.

Pain the Divider, and Death the Unmaker, forged Jason anew in the green fires of a mortal hell. They robbed him of his innocence, of his purer magic. It is to those relentless taskmasters that he cleaves: suppress Jason, keep Red Hood alive.

Pain becomes him, and he becomes pain.

A flurry, a whirlwind, a force of chaos unleashed. Red Hood strikes; hesitation is deadly, and the only chance of escapes rests on a prayer and swift feet.

It is a short minute that lasts an eternity in the heat of battle. The end is punctuated by soft snarls and heavy panting. One unconscious Alpha, one dead Alpha; Red Hood towers over them in the alleyway, fists bloodied and bruised, his body a colourful testament to his enduring resilience.

The violence wraps around his throat in a choke. He coughs, sagging against the brick wall, as sweet, indolent pheromones wash over him.

He'd promised you no more bloodshed. He'd promised you no more death.

But it's the only thing that keeps Jason's heat at bay, and even now, drenched in sweat and blood that's not his own, the fire rises. The inferno builds, stealing his strength, making him weak and desperate.

He needs you.

He doesn't crawl home. He doesn't limp. But a hangdog expression haunts his face, and if he had a tail it'd droop between his legs. He lets himself into your apartment, a guilt-ridden spectre of bloody revenge.

His smell wafts through the shared space, softening in relief at the quiet solace that greets him. That Alpha musk, the deep earth of Red Hood's resurrection and the warm, heated amber of his heart fades, replaced by swirling lemongrass and bright neroli. The threat and pressure of engineering gang warfare has passed: in your shared sanctuary, his soul is calmed, gentled.

Padding steps and a soft whine stir you from your slumber. The door cracks open, and you rise, chastened by the vision of your Jason, pale beneath a sweaty flush, the scars drawn taut across hollowed cheeks.

"I need you." He croaks, his voice lilting high into a soft whine. "Need you, baby..."

You don't hesitate. You go to him, your fingers reaching to stroke the tension from his brow. His hands settle at your waist, subconsciously rubbing blood into your sleeping shirt, tracing little circles- primal marks of his violence, his ownership of you.

You're his Omega.

And he is yours.

"What happened? You're not due for months…" You murmur, the smell of him drying your throat, pitching your voice lower in calm reassurance. You feel your body react, a surge of warmth pooling between your thighs.

"I dunno…" He murmurs as he nuzzles your neck, lips sucking eagerly at your scent gland. "Too many suppressants, too many Alphas, too much stress…" He trails off in a groan, mouthing at your pulse. "Please baby. Need you so bad. Need to feel you."

Your dear sweet Omega. Your poor Jason, brought low by the world, now resting on your breast.

"I've got you, love. Lay down." You guide him to the bed, pushing down gently between his shoulders. He folds willingly beneath your tempered strength, moaning face-first into pillows scent-marked by you both, hips raised in presentation. Home is right here, in the safety of your secret nest, away from a world that would condemn Jason Todd for the existence of Red Hood.

You reach into your night stand, finding your lube and the cool silicone, blood red strap-on. There's only one way to soothe your precious boy- one hand strokes over the mound of his ass, thick flesh and tight muscle twitching at your teasing touch. The other prepares the harness, deft fingers working through the straps. For a moment you pull your hands away, lips brushing the rise of his beautiful skin, breathing warm care and love over his glutes and sacrum. He shivers, whining softly for you, as you insert the vibrating part of the double-ended dildo into your wet cunt, and clip the harness into place.

"I've got you, my love." You murmur, pressing soft kisses down his dividing line, pausing as you reach the tight ring of his hole. "I'm going make you feel so good, we'll both forget how much blood you walked home with."

The chuckle that escapes him is rough and low. "Sorry baby," he adds, shivering as you lap at the hole nestled beneath his scrotum. A bounty of honey sweet slick leaks in abundance, and you moan as you drink your fill, tongue probing deeper.

"Don't need to work you open too much… Look at you, love. Came home panting for me, didn't you big boy?" Your teasing is met with an affectionate grumble. Then your mouth moves from his ass to his neck as you lean over him, settling over his back. You kiss the soft tip of his ear and are rewarded with a pillow-muffled groan. So easy, your sweet Jason. So willing and pliant for you.

"Stop fucking teasing me and give it to me, babe. I am literally soaking the bed." Jason could conjure complaints for anyone or anything, but the soft, petulant, whinging tone of your Omega sets your heart to pounding. A lump forms in your throat, but you swallow down your eagerness and lick his scent gland.

"God, you taste good, sweet thing." He rumbles, almost like a purr, and you smile against his skin. You shift, letting him bear your weight as one hand reaches to wrap around his stiff, swollen member. The other rests against his hole, rimming it gently, pushing it open with a tenderness that draws a soft, pitiful moan from somewhere deep and cracked inside of him.

Broken pieces of a vulnerable whole, and entirely yours to cherish and protect.

"I got you…" You whisper against his skin, dragging your teeth over the raised skin of his scent gland. Your finger moves in now, no longer opening but stroking along the walls, searching for that all-too familiar spot that'll bring him to his knees. The gentle invasion is met by a buck of his hips, searching for your friction, for the release you've promised him.

"Fuck baby. More. Harder. Fuck me harder." He groans, his hips writhing beneath you as a second finger joins the first. Gentle strokes of his cock have him biting the pillow, his low, thrumming moans all the encouragement you need. Your thumb rubs against his tip, spreading the flow of precum across the swollen cockhead. One stroke, two: the pumps are gentle, a sultry play of your fingers across velvety skin. You've brought him to his pleasure many times before, and shifting between soft and rigid pulls turns him to putty in your hands.

His hips are shaking, following the motion of your strokes, rocking into the sheets. "Such a good boy for me." You murmur, tuned in to his rhythmic grunting as he ruts . You pull your fingers from his wet heat, slick two knuckles deep. He keens low at the loss, burying his head in the pillows, learning patience by your loving hand.

You rub his slick over the silicone dick, add a dollop of lube for good measure, and thrust. His back arcs beneath you, his breath held in a strangled gasp as you slide inside of him, stretching, filling him. "Like that. Fuck, baby. Fuck, you know how I love it."

Hard and soft. Jason needs both, your tenderness and the pain of the world, to control and connect his fractured self. His hips surge back, meeting yours in a slap of skin that weaves beautifully with your moans. His go high, a breaking, mournful cry as you clamp around the head of his dick, denying his orgasm. Yours are drawn deep from your chest, a long continuous ahh, cresting and dipping as each thrust drives the vibrator deeper into your cunt. The vibrations, ramping up now, pleasure your that intimate spot. Sweat beads along your forehead, decorating your breasts in a pale sheen as you fuck yourself and your boyfriend into a semblance of peace.

"Let me come!" He gasps, lifting his head to face you. His profile is surely cut from a Roman bust, as beautiful and as deadly as a centurion, broken only by the hand of the goddess. It steals your breath- even at his most vulnerable, his most undone…

No. Especially at his most vulnerable- angels would weep to keep him in their arms.

And he's yours. Everything that he has, he gave to you when he trusted you with both fragile parts of his soul.

"Wanna cum together. Please."

It takes just one word to undo you in turn.

And then you do. The orgasmic explosion rocks through both your bodies, slick gushing down your thighs as the vibrator strikes true. You plunge the length of your shuddering cock into his depths. Your hand releases his cockhead, and he thrusts forwards with a guttural cry, spilling into your sheets, coating them with thick spend only an Alpha could produce.

You feel him tense beneath you. "Fuck. Fuck I need…" His voice cracks, hoarse and raw. Every muscle in his back goes taut beneath your sweat-slick breasts. He's pulling away from you now, shivering with urgency. He's always been stronger than you, bigger than you. His face turns, his bright green gaze pinning you in the dark, wild and feral with need. No longer blue, his soul has tumbled back into that ancient, half-buried grief and pain. His death and resurrection glow in eerie verdant tones, casting the broken cracks of his face in a nightmarish hue.

It's no longer Jason who holds you, but Red Hood at his most dangerous. You are his Omega, his obedient, devoted girl, and he will fuck you until you beg for mercy. His hands clamp down on your shoulders, pushing you back, sweeping your legs out until you lay flat on the bed. His hands unfasten the harness, a low groan of pain escaping you as he yanks out the vibrator, your cunt squishy and moist, a final, desperate suction on the silicone toy.

"Good. You're ready for me. Gonna knot you tonight, pretty girl. Gonna push my seed right inside you." Your thighs tighten at his words, and you suck in a breath as you stare up at him. A wolfish grin spreads across his face, eyes darkening as he leans in and bites your soft thigh, hard.

With a gasp your legs fall apart, inviting him in for the claim. His head dips lower, tongue seeking your quivering cunt that delivered so much pleasure before. "Beautiful. So beautiful. Fuck, I don't say it enough. My pretty little Omega. I'll keep you here in this bed till we're both done." His tongue curls, sliding against your folders, nose pressed against your clit as he nuzzles you. There's tenderness in the gesture, a reverence for your prostrate body like you're the only goddess he worships, and he your only supplicant.

The only Alpha you'll ever need. The only Omega you'll ever want.

Your pussy dances, twitches for him as his tongue laps deep inside of you. "So open for me. Taste so good. Can't hold back now." The words tumble out, thoughtless, the needs of an Alpha ruling his mind. He leans back on his knees, shuffling closer. Red Hood draws your legs up his muscular, bruised chest until your ankles settle over his shoulders. His hand strokes his cock and then he's there, brutish and determined to break you, pushing in with a groan that summons one of your own, to the tune of filthy need.

"Jason…" The plea escapes on a plaintive breath, and he chuckles softly. That green gaze is still there, but you know Jason is too. Behind those eyes, behind the warrior who spares none, is a soul that's faced the void and now reaches for your light. A tender smile wraps around his wild, driving instincts. He's thick, filling you, slipping his length one inch at a time. You both moan again, sweeter now that you're at home in each other.

"Mine," he whispers into the dark, his fingers fluttering over your abdomen as his dick rounds you out. "Mine," he says again, like it's a challenge to the world to try and break something as perfect as you and him. "All of you. Every whisper of love. Every moan of need. I'm keeping you. I'm never giving you up." It's the fight in him, the cruelty of pit madness that spurs his violent instincts. And yet with you, the claiming doesn't break you, the madness doesn't quite brean him. It just brings you a little closer to the darkness, where you and Jason dance on the edge of the abyss, tangled together in hope and fear.

A rise before the fall.

His hips rock into you, a frantic, hungry pace that has you screaming his name and clawing at the sheets. The headboard rocks with the motion of your body, and the bed creaks in its own loss. You feel his dick rub your fluttering walls, your own slick cushioning the swollen member inside of you. You pull him deeper with spasms that never seem to end, your ankles locking behind his nape to keep him close. He growls low, not a threat, but a savage joy. "Good fucking girl," on one breath, "never gonna leave. Never gonna let them take you," on the next. And he presses harder, determined to make every word truth.

You can feel the base of him swelling, his heat turning to rut, your own cries unfurling into a keen of pure, raw pleasure. He shudders as he pushes his knot inside, stretching you to a burn that mirrors the desperate need that held him in thrall. "Fuck, Jason!" It's a cry of your surrender, and his seed spills inside of you, hot ropes filling the precious little space where his dick strokes the tented walls of your cervix.

"Take me. Take it all." Hoarse and raw, he bends over you, grazing your neck again until sharp teeth sink into that sensitive gland on your neck. The pain if his mating bite is exquisite, the fullness one of mates made whole inside of each other. He doesn't stop cumming, pumping you hard as he bites, your body spasming in exhilarated climax, but caged beneath his own.

Heavy thrusts turn gentler as his instincts are sated, at least for a while. He has you, all of you; you are his and he is yours. His arms wrap around your back, pressing you closer to him as he nuzzles and scents you again.