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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson
Characters: Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Selkie AU, jason and dick are selkies
Series: Part 1 of RĂČn SĂŹthe
Summary:
Jason goes to the shore for the first time to visit his older brother. He doesn't count on accidentally bonding his soul with someone else's.
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Hi Em! If you're still doing the tag ask game, I'd love to hear what you'd write for "touch-starvation,", "comfort," and "Jason Todd needs a hug." <3<3
After the Pit, Jason canât stand anyoneâs touch. He doesnât know what it is, but he hates it. The pressure, the restriction, the feel of skin on his, he canât do it.Â
It makes League training all the more brutal for him. As each blow lands, the touch of it multiplies the feeling of impact. Grates against his senses.
Something each teacher learns to exploit.
When the kid shows up... well, heâd be an idiot not to recognize Bruce in those features.Â
He tries to hate him on that alone.Â
Bruceâs son.
And Taliaâs.
He refuses to think of him as his brother.Â
Until the day one of their asshole teachers sends the kid through the wall and Jasonâs world goes green.Â
Heâs just a kid.Â
When he comes to, his hands are red and Damian is wrapped around him, trembling. Nothing but warmth radiates from the touch. Without thinking, he tangles his fingers in the rough spun linen of training robes, blood leaving trails across the undyed fabric, and pulls the kid closer.Â
Ahki.
The word is a whisper against his neck. A title bestowed in protection.Â
Jason Todd and Duke Thomas have a monthly âHelmet Appreciation Club.â They just get together and very loudly talk about the virtues of brain damage protection and integrated heads up displays where the rest of the batfam can hear them. Alfred provides snacks
 Jason maintains that his helmet is superior because it also acts as a gas filtration mask. Dukeâs counterargument is no-fog lenses and the ability to properly hydrate on patrol. It is a heated debate.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, JayTimBINGO2019, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake
Series: Part 5 of T's JayTim week 2019
Summary:
Tim has exactly zero shirts left in the cave. There are several notorious clothing thieves in the family, but so far he hasnât been able to pin it on any one of them. Maybe itâs time for some more thorough investigation.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd Week 2020, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Lactation
Series: Part 1 of T's Omega Jason Todd Week 2020
Summary:
Jason may have found the only acceptable use for tabloids; stopping Tim's nasty energy drinks from leaving rings on the coffee table. Other than that, they're only good for invasion of privacy and killing flies.
sequel to Runneth Over
Late fill for day one of Omega Jason Todd Week 2020
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Roy Harper/Jason Todd
Characters: Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson
Additional Tags: Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Roy Harper, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Series: Part 2 of T's Omega Jason Todd Week 2020
Summary:
Jason is a bit fed up with the media invading his privacy. Just because his dad is famous and rich does not mean he wants to make any sort of news.
belated day 2 of omega Jason Todd week 2020
I saw this going around and I both wanted to feel included and have several WIPs that are probably not going to see the light of day for a long time. Most of these have titles already because I am incapable of writing a fic without having a title first~~~
1. Trouble in the Henhouse- AKA Red Hood joins the Suicide Squad
    Amanda Waller thinks she might have made a mistake with the newest member to her team. Sheâs let the fox into the hen house, except her hens are insane criminals and her fox is a bat who also happens to be an insane criminal. The metaphor starts to deteriorate quickly, but the point remains, this choice might have been the worst one sheâs made in a good long while. He is an accident waiting to happen and one of the most deadly assets she has ever managed to get her hands on. He doesnât kill for money, like Deadshot, or hunger, like Croc, or even some deranged showmanship, like Harley does or Jokerâs Daughter did. He kills when he thinks itâs right, because he thinks the target deserves it and that is the most terrifying thing to find in a highly trained killer sheâs putting onto a team with a lot of the same type of people he has a habit of offing. Whoops.
2. Ghosts of our Better NaturesÂ
    Tim can tell the instant that Scarecrowâs formula really starts to kick in. He sees the way Jasonâs body language shifts, his muscles pulling his limbs in tighter, in spite of the restraints holding him down. Judging from the smirk just visible on Scarecrowâs sack-cloth face, he notices too.
âIs my new formula finally kicking in?â His high, grating voice overlays over the sounds of Jasonâs harsh breathing. âLooks like the big, bad drug lord has a bit of a tolerance. I doubt Iâll even need to use half as much on your little friend over there.â Scarecrow gestures broadly at Tim where heâs tied up against the wall and then claps his hands with fake glee.
âI know what weâll do! Weâll use all of the extra Iâm saving on him for you!â
    Jason wrenches at his restraints, eyes wild behind his domino mask, but he remains uncharacteristically silent. He looks over at Tim and another wave of panic seems to crash over him. His struggles increase in strength to the point where Tim can hear the groaning of the rusty bolts holding Jason down.
3. Rafters for Roustabouts- JayRoy based on a piece of fanart I saw and can no longer find
    Roy remembers when Jason was just a skinny little twig of a thing trailing after  Nightwing with his spindly limbs and closed off smiles. The first time theyâd met, Jason had looked up at him and blushed so hard that Roy was a little worried he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his head. Jason was in the Tower pretty infrequently, but any time he was there, Roy could be sure to find him either abandoning Dick for Donna (who he had immediately latched onto, like a baby bird imprinting on what it thinks is its mother) or acting as Royâs shadow. Roy could often tell when Jason was visiting well before Dick told him because of the glimpses of inky black hair he would catch out of the corner of his eye. Eventually Roy got tired of waiting for Jason to stop being so shy.
âHey, Jason, I know youâve got that whole stealth thing going for you, but itâs much easier to make friends if you just talk to people.â
    There was a muted thump and a little yelp as Jason fell down from the rafter heâd been perched on. Roy made his way over to him and crouched down to look more closely at Jason. The younger boy was blushing furiously and had his hands pressed firmly over his eyes, almost as if he thought if he couldnât see Roy, Roy might not see him. Roy let out a little huff of laughter.
âYouâre just a little shy, arenât you Jaybird?â
    Jason just burrowed further into his hands and seemed ready to just wait until Roy left so that he could tend to his bruised pride and tailbone.
4.  Chapter 2 of Release of Liability- My very self indulgent Dresden Files fusion au that nobody asked for or wanted. *Knowledge of the Dresden Files universe up to like, book one/two is v. helpful*
Wayne manor is steeped in the type of magic that can make a place a living thing. This is the home of one of the most powerful wizards in America and has been the home of an incredibly powerful magical family for centuries. Thereâs history in these walls beyond what the outside world will ever know. All of the wall fixtures are old fashioned gas lamps retrofitted with lightbulbs. Itâs a darker paint job and some cobwebs away from being the house from the Addamâs family.
Bruce Wayne himself leads me further into the house and to what I assume must be his office. An older man appears almost the exact moment we sit down and offers tea in a clipped British accent. He disappears as silently as he appeared and rematerializes just moments later carrying a tray laden with tea and those fancy little sandwiches they always show on the BBC. Wayne thanks him and dismisses him with a soft âThank you,â before the man is gone again.
âSo, Mr.Dresden, I hear youâre good at finding lost things.â
âI tend to be. Though I have to wonder what use a practitioner of your caliber could have for my services. With all of Gotham at your disposal.â
âThe situation requires a somewhat delicate approach.â I canât help but snort in response. Delicate and I go together like oil and water. I am not who anyone should call for delicate, subtle, or any synonyms of that ilk. Wayne gives a wry smile and little laugh of his own.
âI misspoke. Not delicate, detached. I am well known to Gotham. You are not. Iâve heard wildcard is somewhat your area of expertise.â
âIâm not going to take offense at that because itâs true. Whatâs missing?â
Bruce Wayne fixes me with a paralyzing gaze and speaks two words that let me know this is going to be one of those cases that sticks with me.
âMy son.â
Bruce Wayne is famous for several things in the magical community. His childhood trauma of witnessing his parentsâ murder would make a YA author weep and left him the sole heir to one of Americaâs most notable magical lineages. That alone made him a Name, capital letter intended, in the world of the mystical. He also worked hard to actually become one of the most influential wizards in America and run Gotham with an iron fist. The most notable thing about Bruce Wayne however, is not either of those. It is his incredible and almost suspicious number of extremely powerful adopted children. A disturbing number of which share his jet black hair and blue eyes. I hope itâs just a weird narcissistic rich person thing.
He is well known to be very protective of his bevy of apprentices. To the point where heâd actually knocked out another wizard with a vicious right hook for making an untoward comment about his eldest son. It was a glorious day and I am thankful to have been within enough distance of the scene to see it go down. I am also thankful to have been far enough away that his fury didnât turn to me. If something has happened to one of his beloved children, I have no doubts that Mr. Wayne will do whatever is necessary to save them. After the death of his second apprentice heâd practically torn apart the world at its seams in his grief.
5. Windows for Bricks- Â
âIâm here to pick up Damian. I guess Iâm one of his emergency contacts and the lady on the phone said to sign in here before I could take him home.â Jason says to the nurse by the front of the sterile smelling room.
âOh, are you,â she looks down at her computer screen âJason Head?â
âYeah, thatâs me.â Jason shifts uncomfortably.
âAnd you are his ⊠â
âBrother. Same mom.â
âI see. We get Damian in here a lot so I see the resemblance. You have the same eyesâ
6. Dialogue Snippet- Dick and Steph on the topic of ass envy
âHeâs just jealous of my ass.â
âYeah, no.â
âWhat do you mean no?â Dick sounds affronted.
âHave you seen his ass?,â Steph gestures expansively in the shape of an ass. A woman at the next table over glares. âJay has no reason to be jealous Dick.â
âWhat.â
âAnd those thighs⊠unf.â The lady the next table over glares harder at the noise Steph makes.
âOhmygod,â Dick buries his head in his hands. âPlease stop.â
âWhat? I'm just saying, he's got no reason to be jealous when the dude is bammin slammin bootyliciousâ
âI'm pretending I don't know you. Can Tim take you back already?â
âFine. But take a peek next time you and your ass feel so high and mightyâ
7. Innocence for Sinners- JayDick prawn. I wrote this at the request of a friend. Very much not what I usually write, kind of nervous about posting it
*warning for Mature rating*
When he thinks about it, of course it makes sense to Dick that Jason is a virgin. He died before heâd even turned eighteen and spent a few years after that being either brain dead or criminally insane. It was really only in the past three or so years that Jason could be counted among the semi-rational members of the population and he had been so busy during that time span that there was no earthly way he had done anything. Still, Dick couldnât help but be a little surprised when Jason pushes away from their kiss, while Dickâs hand rubs gentle circles over his crotch, and gasps out âNo oneâs ever touched me like that before.âÂ
Dick pauses and pulls back fully, his weight between Jasonâs spread legs still pinning the younger man to the bed.
âWhat do you mean Jason?,â he asks, seeking verbal confirmation for his suspicions. Jason blushes prettily and turns his head to one side, as if to escape the weight of Dickâs eyes. Dick reaches out and turns Jasonâs face back towards him. His eyes trace the delicate flush that brings out the freckles across the bridge of Jasonâs nose and blown out pupils in sea green eyes.
 âJason, are you a virgin?Am I going to be your first?â Jason blushes even further at the questions and nods mutely. Dick feels a rush of possessiveness pass through him at the idea of brash, rebellious, Jason being his. It only makes sense, after all, Jason had spent years wearing Dickâs colors and a month or so trying on the Nightwing suit for size. Of course Jason should be his in some other way. Dick leans back forward and kisses up Jasonâs neck, ending up right by his ear.
âIâm going to ruin you for anybody else, little wing.â Jason shudders and lets out a soft moan as Dick scrapes his teeth against his neck in punctuation.
 âPlease,â Jason breathes out. Dick growls quietly and surges up to kiss Jason. He weaves his fingers through the curls of Jasonâs hair and pulls slightly. Immediately, Jason gasps into Dickâs mouth and arches his back up off the bed. Dick chuckles and pulls harder. He is rewarded with a moan and a shudder from Jason.
âYou like that Jaybird? When I pull your hair?â Dick laughs against Jasonâs mouth when Jason nods with downcast eyes. âLetâs find out what else you like.â
Dick leaves one hand in Jasonâs hair and worms the other up under Jasonâs shirt, brushing over the hard lines of muscle and scar tissue. He thumbs over one of Jasonâs nipples gently and feels a slight shudder run through Jasonâs body. Taking that as a positive sign, he rolls it between his index finger and thumb. Jason gasps and tosses his head back, breaking the kiss.Â
âDick,â he gasps out, âThat feels so, ah, good.â Dick smirks and rolls the nipple again âAaaaaaah.â Dick pulls his other hand from Jasonâs hair and starts using it to push Jasonâs shirt up while he brings his mouth down to Jasonâs stomach, kissing over the places where his hands had traced over.
âWait, Dick!,â Jason calls out, panting for breath. Dick looks up at Jasonâs flushed face. âI⊠I have a lot of scars there. Some of them might not be ones that you want to seeâŠâ Jason trails off towards the end of his sentence and avoids eye contact with Dick until Dick uses his free hand to gently pull Jason to face him. Dick can see in this flustered and blushing Jason the same boy who had been so shyly admiring of him all those years ago. This shy virginal Jason is far more little red riding hood than the big bad wolf that the Red Hood pretends to be.
âI want all of you Jason. All of you.â Dick says softly. He gently pulls the shirt all the way off of Jason, manipulating the younger manâs arms so that he can remove it. Once the shirt is off, he kisses up Jasonâs chest to the top of the Y-shaped scar that stretches from collarbone to collarbone and bisects his body from mid-chest to belly button. Dick mouths gently across the raised tissue and grinds his hips down against Jasonâs. Jason can only gasp wordlessly in response as Dick uses his right hand to trace down and past the long tail of the scar to the top of Jasonâs jeans. He pops the button and undoes the fly with one hand. When he starts to shimmy Jasonâs jeans and boxers down, Jason lifts his hips and practically whines. Dick slides down Jasonâs body and sits up in order to pull the pants off all the way before settling himself back between his legs.Â
âYour thighs are gorgeous.â Dick doesnât even try to hold back a moan at all the exposed skin before him, some spots criss-crossed with thin lines left from slashes and stab wounds or spotted with starbursts from gunshots. He takes a moment to appreciate the way Jasonâs waist cuts in and then flares out to almost feminine hips and thick, muscular thighs. Dick slides his hands under the small of Jasonâs back and inches them down to the top of Jasonâs ass.
âReally? You like them?â Jason asks, blushing.
âBabe, I love them. It should be against the law for you to wear pants. Itâs practically a crime to keep all this hidden under your jeans.â Dick kneads at the soft flesh of Jasonâs ass.
âSays the one whoâs all covered up,â Jason gasps out. Thereâs Dickâs Jason, blushing and innocent, but still talking back.Â
âLetâs fix that then,â Dick chuckles and slowly removes his hands, giving one last squeeze on his way. Dick peels off his t-shirt, deliberately twisting his body and putting on a show for Jason who watches with rapt attention. Dick smiles softly at the awestruck look on Jasonâs face before making quick work of the clasps on his pants and shimmying out of them completely. Dick bends down and starts to kiss up Jasonâs left leg, starting at his calves and working up to his thighs. Once he gets to the sensitive skin on Jasonâs inner thighs, he takes his time pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin there. Dick scrapes his teeth against the skin as he pulls away from a kiss about halfway up Jasonâs thigh and feels the strong muscles underneath tremble. Smirking, he repeats the action and looks up to watch Jason. The younger vigilante is struggling to hold his composure, but Dick wants to watch him fall apart completely. So he lowers his mouth back down to Jasonâs thighs and bites down. At that, Jason arches off the bed hard and lets out the loudest moan Dick has heard from him so far.
8. Runneth Over and all that Jazz- incomplete work for day 7 of Omega Jason Todd Week -Lactation kink au heavily inspired by @whumpbby and @daemoninwhiteround2 and all their stuff. A little R rated
If it werenât for his chest, Jason would be nearly impossible to recognise as an omega. Heâs taller and more muscular than most omegas so with his deep voice, no one would ever guess. If it werenât for his bodyâs absolute betrayal. Jason, like pretty much all adult omegas, produces milk. Itâs meant to help reinforce pack bonds and keep pups adopted into a pack fed. Thatâs not the problem, that part of it is manageable with absorbent pads in shirts and semi-regular use of a breast pump. It sucks, but itâs not the problem. The problem is that Jasonâs pack bonds are weak, so his body will let down and start producing milk on a hair trigger. Heâs peak fertile age and tangentially part of a mostly alpha pack, but not bonded well enough to balance his hormones, so his body has decided to try and tempt his pack into bonds with milk.
Itâs a nuisance. He hears Bruceâs voice on the radio and a little dribble of milk escapes. Dick and Tim get into an argument and he can feel his breasts swelling with more milk. Cass gets injured and he ends up having to sneak off to change his shirt when she cuddles up to him for comfort. He saw Damian cry once and that was enough to get him leaking like a fountain and avoiding the bats for a few days. He knows at least one of them can probably smell the milk on him, but they have the good graces not to mention it so long as he doesnât.Â
So Jason distances himself from the pack. He figures if he doesnât see them, his body wonât decide to go into hormone overdrive. Except it just ends up compounding the problem. More time away from the pack means even weaker pack bonds, which ends up kicking his hormones into even higher gear than they would have been. Soon, Jasonâs having to empty his milk every day, then twice a day, then eventually he has to break in the middle of patrol to empty his breasts so they arenât incredibly sore as heâs flipping around rooftops. He switches from plain absorbent undershirts to nursing undershirts in all black so that if he leaks it wonât show. Itâs gotten way out of hand but the only way to fix it is to either break his pack bonds entirely, which might make it worse, or go to the pack and suffer through some potentially very embarrassing bonding.
He shudders at the thought of his pack finally drinking from him. The vulnerability it would bring stirs up something like panic in his stomach mixed equally with want. Letting them know that he can be manipulated just because of a biological response would put him at a huge disadvantage. If they knew he could be made to let down and go into a pheromone drenched haze with some carefully chosen vocalizations they could use it to their advantage when Jason inevitably pisses one of them off. Still, something has to be done, his chest hurts so much that when he got hit there on patrol, he almost blacked out.
He decides to go to Tim first. The slightly younger man is the easiest for Jason to get along with, and despite his tendency for general sneakery, he has enough respect for what Jason does that he probably wonât use it against him too much. Itâs a risk, but the potential for relief from the pain of his swollen nipples and frequent breast pump use are enough to take it. Tim is practical and doesnât seem like the type to get physically aggressive. Even if he does, his small stature means that Jason should be able to escape. Hopefully he wonât be weird about it. Fingers crossed.
Jason knocks on the door of Timâs apartment, about an hour before patrol typically starts. Tim answers the door looking sleep deprived as always with a mug of coffee in one hand. Jason gives him a sheepish smile and a half hearted wave, after which Tim gestures him into the apartment, one eyebrow raised in question. He shuts and locks the door behind him.
âHi Jason. Itâs been awhile. What are you doing here?â Just the sound of Timâs voice is making his chest swell a little.
âCanât I just come visit?â
âOf course you can, you know I like your company. You just usually ⊠donât. So⊠â
Tim pins Jason in place with his calculating stare as he waits for a response. The silence is incredibly awkward for Jason because every second that passes he can feel the slight swelling inch closer and closer to potential leakage. He finally breaks when he feels a small dribble of milk start to leak from one nipple.
âI need your help.â
âA case?â
âNo⊠â Jason trails off, still unsure.
âAre you okay Jason?â Tim sets his coffee down and sits next to Jason on the couch. Their arms brush and Jason fucking gushes. If Tim couldnât smell the milk on him before, he sure as hell can now if the way he sniffs the air is any indication.
âWhatâs wrong Jay? Why are you, umm, ⊠â
âLeaking?â
Tim nods, nostrils flaring as a blush steals across his face.
âIâm letting down at the drop of a hat right now. Iâm overproducing so much that I have to stop in the middle of patrols to pump. It hurts real bad.â Jason couldn't stop the whine from leaking into his tone if he tried. Tim unconsciously responds with a swell of alpha scent. The pheromones set Jason off again and he gasps as he involuntarily lets even more milk escape.
âJason,â Timâs voice is practically a whisper. âHow can I help?â Jason takes a moment to steady himself under the force of Timâs gaze, closing his eyes so he doesnât have to see his reaction to the answer.
â I need you to drink enough to solidify our pack bond.âÂ
Tim makes an interested little noise in the back of his throat and places one delicate hand over Jasonâs on his lap. He gives a gentle squeeze
âAre you making enough to do it in one go?â
âWere you even paying attention? Yes. Iâm producing enough for the whole pack.â
âWhy me? If you go off pack hierarchy arenât you supposed to go to Bruce? Even if you donât trust Bruce, you could have gone to Dick or Barbara.â
âIf youâre not willing, I wonât pressure you.â Jasonâs voice is flat as he starts to stand, but heâs stopped by Timâs suddenly much stronger grip pulling him back to the couch.
âI never said that. I just want to know why you chose me before I potentially upset pack structure.â
â âM more comfortable,â Jason mumbles, avoiding eye contact. âDickâs too clingy and Babs still thinks Iâm crazy most of the time. Youâre ⊠nice to me. Helpful.â
âYouâre nice to me too Jason. We take care of each other.â
An unfamiliar throaty purr starts up in the back of Jasonâs throat as Tim gently presses his shoulders back into the couch. He pushes up Jasonâs shirt, making sure to be extra careful right around the chest area. An accidental brush from the back of his hand as he pulls the shirt off causes a whimper to interrupt Jasonâs purring. Tim shushes him gently as he sets the shirt to the side in a crumpled ball. Jason glares at him until Tim sighs and folds the shirt semi-neatly. He rearranges himself until heâs draped halfway over Jasonâs lap, face centimeters from touching Jasonâs chest. Tim stares unashamedly at the plump flesh where he can see the wetness where milk has already escaped.Â
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon
Additional Tags: Lactation Kink, Male Lactation, Lactation, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jason Todd, Alpha Tim Drake, Omega Jason Todd Week
Series: Part 5 of T's Omega Jason Todd Week 2019
Summary:
If it werenât for his chest, Jason would be nearly impossible to recognize as an omega. Heâs taller and more muscular than most omegas so with his deep voice, no one would ever guess. If it werenât for his bodyâs absolute betrayal. Jason, like pretty much all adult omegas, produces milk. Itâs meant to help reinforce pack bonds and keep pups adopted into a pack fed. Thatâs not the problem, that part of it is manageable with absorbent pads in shirts and semi-regular use of a breast pump. It sucks, but itâs not the problem. The problem is that Jasonâs pack bonds are weak, so his body will let down and start producing milk on a hair trigger. Heâs peak fertile age and tangentially part of a mostly alpha pack, but not bonded well enough to balance his hormones, so his body has decided to try and tempt his pack into bonds with milk.
Is it working?
-The finished version of my most asked after WIP from evil author day-
*the link shows as the wrong title- the actual title on ao3 is âRunneth Over and All That Jazzâ