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This is part of a longer thing I may post on ao3 at some point but here’s some silly little Jaytim texting AU. I use this format as a writing warmup.
EDIT: This has been posted on AO3.
[Unknown] »
Hey. This is Jason.
I have a favor to ask. You can say no.
« tim
uh
1. i’m aware of how favors work
2. what is it?
« tim
?
« tim
hey are you like. good
J »
Yeah fine
Sry. Rethinking this maybe
« tim
what, do you need a kidney or something?
i can’t give you a kidney.
i don’t have any organs to spare.
J »
What ?
« tim
what’s the favor?
J »
I wouldn’t ask if it wasnt important
I’d ask Roy but hes in star city
or Kori but shes off world
I tried dickhead but hes in haven. Cant get away tonight
« tim
yeah jason i get it lol
J »
So Im currently in the cargo hold of a private yacht
« tim
what >?
J »
We’re caught in the storm thats hitting the city its a whole thing.
« tim
are you in the cargo hold of your own volition or did someone put you there
J »
So I dont think I can get back t
No its on purpose
« tim
hang on. you’re in gotham bay right now? in a boat?
jason this storm is really bad.
it’s already sunk a houseboat and a fishing boat at the marina
J »
I dont think I can get back totown toni
Christ you type fast
Shut up for a sec. Clam down
Clam*
*Calm fuck me
Thought I was gnna be back tonight but bc of storm its not looking great.
Can you feed my sourdough starter
« tim
what
J »
4511 overhill apt 6D
Key under the neighbors mat. 6H
« tim
hey to clarify. “its not looking great” ← what does that mean
J »
Starter is on counter. in glass jar
Should just need one feeindg. Maybe 2. depending
« tim
on???
J »
On wwhen I get back?
« tim
so you do plan on coming back
J »
Yeah timothy I’m in a boat not the heart of Mount Doom
« tim
yeah? vaders not there? so that means everything’s fine?
J »
Did you
jst say Vader
As in Darth
« tim
???
J »
Oh my god
« tim
jason are you in peril or what.
J »
No im not in “peril” lol.
Did you see the thing I said about my sourddough starter
It needs to be fed
« tim
wtf is a sourdough starter
nvm i googled it
J »
Its a live bacteria colony you use to m
Oh ok
Yeah so it just needs 50g lukewarm water + 50g flour
Theres a scale next to the jar
Stir until it looks like hummus
Put lid back on
The end
« tim
the internet says if you put it in the fridge it doesn’t need daily feedings
J »
Sure. But that would mess up my bread schedule
« tim
your bread schedule
J »
Man are gyou gonna fuckin feed Breadie Mercury or should I find someone else
« tim
im already en route.
J »
Oh
Ok
Thank you.
Wtf dont text and motorbike
« tim
how about you dont text and Sinking Boat
J »
Hey its not like I’m gonna cause a boat crash
« tim
i was stopped at a red light 😐
anwyay i’m at your place.
1. why do you not have a security system. when you said key under the neighbor’s mat i thought you were joking.
2. how warm is lukewarm
J »
1. I’m the security system
« tim
just rolled my eyes so hard it actually physically hurt
J »
God youre annoying
2. ? Its lukewarm
« tim
ohhhhh thanks! that’s so helpful :) here i am trying not to murder your incredibly important bacteria colony that i just drove across town for but no thats great jason very descriptive thanks :)
J »
Like warm but not too wram, nothing you’d want to take a bath in
Can you fucking
I TYPE SLOW.
« tim
ok.
[Image Attached]
he is fed
J »
Thanks man.
Sincerely.
« tim
so hows the cargo hold going
still intact i assume?
J »
Mostly ya
« tim
pardon?
J »
Slight leakage. Nothing major
« tim
oh? are you a boatologist now?
i dont think you’re qualified to judge that?
J »
Moving right past “boatologist” out of the goodness of my heart.
Chill lol. If it was rly bad thered probably be some sort of alar
Hm.
« tim
did an alarm just start going off
J »
Dont worry about it
« tim
im not.
did it though
also which yacht? im in the marinas scheduling dtabase
blue miracle, serendipity, carp-e diem? which one
« tim
jason?
« tim
if this is a joke it’s not funny
oh cool you’re not on comms either. great.
hey if youre dead again and i just fed your stupid starter for nothing im gonna be soooo mad just fyi
« tim
ugh.
*
J »
Hey
Thanks again for the
I’m not gonna say “save” bc I was doinf just fine on my own.
But thanks for the backup.
Lmk when youre home
Nope sorry lol you dont have to do that.
Night.
« tim
home
J »
Also I just saw your messaages from
Ah. 👍
From earlier.
« tim
you mean from when you said “huh, this boat seems to be filling with water” and then disappeared? those messages?
J »
Those were not my exact words.
« tim
right. your exact words contained somehow even less information
J »
Shut up
I just wanted to
You know. Youre the only one who jokes about it
The only one in the family I mean
your family, I mean
The bats.
« tim
?
the only one who jokes about what
J »
Me being dead
« tim
oh.
ok. well
its not like. actually funny to me. i was just annoyed. sorry i guess
J »
No thats not
Tim. Shut up.
I dont mind. I like that one of you does.
Its better than people talking around it. Like its this big shameful thing I did.
One of many
If I mention it in front of dickhead he does the face
the :~{ face
« tim
wow its uncanny
uh. for the record.
i don’t think that’s the reason people talk around it
if im correct in thinking that by “people” you mean “one specific person whose name rhymes with Rat Can”
J »
Yeah well
I just
Christ never mind. Im sorry. You are not the person to be sayign this to.
Im gonna shut the fuck up I think.
Goodnight.
« tim
oh what, you can’t talk to me about being dead bc of that one time you tried to kill me?
and failed btw :/
J »
Tim
Not to be so unchill
But you know how me being dead isnt actaully funny to you
« tim
…got it. sorry
J »
No. don’t apologize to me
Ever
I’m serious
« tim
like for anything?
what if i killed breadie mercury
J »
You didnt. He is thriving
« tim
he is?
wait. really?
you can tell?
J »
[Image Attached]
Hes doubled in size since you fed him.
« tim
whoa
J »
Yup. Thanks again for thattoo.
*that too
Its stupid but hes kinda my son.
« tim
wouldn’t he technically be like, 10 billion sons
J »
He is my 10 billion sons.
« tim
lolol
wow. why am i so pleased hes thriving lol
J »
Right
« tim
jeez
i was so worried about the water temp
google said lukewarm is 98-105 so i did 98 to be safe
J »
You used a thermometer?
« tim
your instructions were vague!
i didnt want to kill your bacteria colony!
J »
Thanks Tim.
« tim
? you already said that lol
i gotta pass out btw
glad you didnt die: the sequel in a yacht
that would have been so cringe
night jason
J »
Night
*
J »
You up?
« tim
obviously
why
J »
Could use your eyes on something.
[Image Attached]
« tim
morse code but the dots and dashes are reversed and its spelling backwards in russian, ASTITP AYALEB AVD RTSIRP → PRISTR DVA BELAYA PTITSA → PIER TWO WHITE BIRD
J »
Bc it looks like morse but its not, its kind of scrambl
Ok jesus christ .
30 seconds? Seriously? Fuck me
Can I hire you? Jesus lol
« tim
that depends. do you pay more than batman?
J »
The fuck? Does he pay you guys now?
« tim
no.
J »
Then yes. I do pay more than batman.
« tim
how much more
J »
One coffee per codebreak?
« tim
:\
J »
Two coffees per codebreak
Two and a loaf of sourdough
« tim
sourdough from breadie mercury?
J »
Ya
« tim
done
J »
Damn. I feel like you should have higher standards
« tim
i mean i was already gonna do it for free
now i have successfully negotiated coffee & sustenance
im on a roll. nothing but Ws
J »
Ws?
« tim
its young people slang you wouldn’t get it ❤️
J »
I am barely 3 years older htan you.
It could be argued, considering certain events, that we’re basically the same age.
« tim
and yet you text like an old, old man
J »
I do not
Would you rather I texted like “idk brb lmao roflcopter”
« tim
ROFLCOPTER?
oh my god. ohhhhhh jason. oh my god
that is absolutely not what the kids are saying these days. oh my god
J »
Ok you know what. At least I know Mount Doom isnt a Star Wars thing
« tim
?
oh, is it star trek?
J »
I’m 99% sure youre antagonizing me on purpose
But have you seriously not read or watched Lord of the Rings
« tim
no i have not.
J »
Hm.
« tim
what
J »
Nothing.
« tim
……….what
*
« tim
did you NARC on me
to BRUCE
about LORD OF THE RINGS?????
J »
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
« tim
WHY DO I NOW HAVE 3 SEPARATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON “HOUSE MEETINGS” BLOCKED OFF IN MY CALENDAR, JASON?
WHY ARE THEY EACH 4 HOURS LONG?
WHY ARE THEY LABELED “CULTURAL EDUCATION (MANDATORY)”?
J »
I can’t pretend to know what goes on in B’s mind.
That said, I have reason to believe he and Alfred take lotr pretty seriously.
« tim
its a TWELVE HOUR MOVIE
about GOBLINS
J »
I’m not gonna respond to that bc I know youre just lashing out.
« tim
if youve sentenced me to 12 hours of a movie i hate i’m gonna hack everything you own.
im gonna mass text the entire cape wearers community the footage of that time condiment king kicked your ass so bad he felt guilty and offered to personally help you out of the mustard pool
J »
What the fuck
How do you fuckig know about ?????? that????????
Not that ithahpened
What hefuckk ??
« tim
ooooooooo you better hope i love these goblins!
J »
Why are you?? evil??
« tim
you should have killed me when you had the chance!!
sorry.
J »
Its ok. That one was pretty funny tbh.
Oh hm shouldnt have laughed just then. Bad timing on my part
Brb
« tim
uh
« tim
ok…….. getting reports of a “disturbance” at pier two……..
« tim
sorry were you texting me *mid-standoff* with the russian mafia
« tim
ugh.
*
« tim
you know tracking your location would be so much easier if i didn’t have to hack into your comm sys every time
luckily your encryption is garbage but still. its 2 minutes of my life i wont get back.
J »
Not sure I recall giving you permission to track my location?
« tim
oh i’m sorry. next time i will simply leave you to go down with a texas oil magnate’s incredibly tacky yacht, or get swiss cheesified by mobsters
J »
Hey I wrapped up the russians myself
« tim
yeah?
J »
…
Yeah….
« tim
so you thought the 12-minute universal signal jam was the act of a benevolent god?
J »
:-|
« tim
im just saying it would be significantly more efficient if you agreed to a tracker
just one little tracker. you wouldn’t even notice it’s there.
think of all the time and energy you’d save me
J »
I feel the need to point out that you don’t have to repeatedly hack my comms system.
« tim
i mean it’s that or monitor sightings on the gocitizen app
i have an algo that texts relevant pings to me, which is super helpful for when i want an inbox full of random people talking about how hot you are. less helpful for literally every other circumstance
J »
Uh
What
« tim
how hot *red hood is. to clarify
in their opinion
the people’s opinion
J »
?
« tim
the people of gotham city
J »
The people of Gotham city do not think Red Hood is hot lol
« tim
wait
i cant tell if you’re being serious
J »
Uh? Yeah Im being serious? Lol tf
Why would they think hes hot
They dont think Batman is hot
« tim
o…kay…
huh.
how to… hmm
J »
Like nightwing sure
And the girls. Bc of objectification of women
« tim
oh wow
J »
Red Robin. If i had to guess
But when people see Hood its definitely not… that kind of response lol
« tim
what kind of response, exactly
J »
You know like saying “Hey Hood youre hot”
« tim
oh, wow.
okay. ummm
hmm. one sec.
J »
?
« tim
check your email
J »
Ok…?
J »
Oh my fucking god.
« tim
yeah
J »
Oh my god?
« tim
yeah
J »
This document is fucking 45 pages long?
« tim
its everything from the past 30 days yeah
J »
The past
Whaht the fuck
Ok some of these people definitely got hit by Poison Ivy.
This is . Tim wtf. I havent even heard of some of this stuff.
« tim
oof are you on page 14
J »
Im on page 3???
« tim
oh my god
J »
What the fuck
Please please tell me its not like this for Batman too
Tim
« tim
its not like this for batman :)
J »
Ok. Jesus. I would genuinely have to move cities.
« tim
its worse :)
J »
Oh what the fuck
Oh my fucking god page 14.
You get this shit TEXTED to you?????
Ohm ygod. You read this?????
« tim
i mean
no
i glance at it
for security purposes.
i dont like, read it read it
anyway did you seriously not know? haha
J »
No??? Again its not like people tell me
« tim
yeah but
like
theres a certain level of objectivity involved, here
yknow
sorry im trying to find a non awkward way to be like “have you looked in a mirror lately”
« tim
sorry
that was in fact awkward!
nvm
just let me know if you’d be ok with the tracker. its fine if not
i was mostly joking about the hacking
J (From Work) »
No you weren’t.
« tim
no i wasnt
i dont mind though. its like a brain teaser
anyway im going dark for patrol, later
*
J (From Work) »
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Question. why is the average Gotham citizen a raging horndog
« tim
oh my god
you know i can tell you searched “red robin hot” right
J (From Work) »
Figured it was only fair
[Screenshot Attached]
This persons got some mad zoom lens skills
I’d think it was you, if it wasnt, yknow, you
« tim
wow. that is certainly a photo of my ass
…a stellar photo of my ass. wow.
do you have a direct link? i gotta send this to steph
J (From Work) »
goctz.app/user/3824973/post/29348230df3
Haha
I kinda thought you and blondie broke up
back on again?
« tim
no lol we are very much just friends
she has a thing going with someone who shall remain nameless but suffice to say it’s Going
anyway we just send each other gocitizen vigilante ass shots
its a whole genre
they’re like trading cards
J (From Work) »
Guess everyone’s got a hobby?
« tim
the only rule is no nightwing
J (From Work) »
Do I want to know why
« tim
he accounts for a frankly overwhelming percentage of vigilante ass shots
so its too easy
you’d THINK we’d have a no-batman rule, because ew, but due to the cape and his sixth sense for cameras pointed at him, a qualifying shot is actually extremely rare.
← only guy who ever managed to take quality photos of batman
anyway, we put it to a vote. i lost.
J (From Work) »
A vote between you and Steph?
You lost a 50/50 vote?
« tim
i dont wanna talk about it.
J (From Work) »
Right.
So what I’m getting from this is you have Red Hood ass shots in your phone.
« tim
no
J (From Work) »
No?
« tim
well
J (From Work) »
Yeah?
« tim
we don’t like, save them
that would be weird
we just notify each other. professionally, as colleagues
and keep an ongoing points tally
thats all
so i do not currently have photos of your ass in my phone. thank you
J (From Work) »
How many points is my ass worth
« tim
i hate everything about this conversation
J (From Work) »
Its 100% your own fault, answer the question
« tim
if you must know.
points are awarded based on a series of objective scoring criteria.
you catch your best friend spencer touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happen…
cw;; (let’s act as if spencer and reader are the same age (consensual 18) in high school
really perv!spencer, dark themes, spencer uses readers body without implicit consent (i don’t know if it counts as cnc since later we find out she doesn’t mind), somnophilia (if you squint), INDECENT use of cum, stalker behavior, use of masculine sex toys, breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom spencer, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, hair pulling, blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!
@cafekitsune ‘s separators
Spencer was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed —that too— but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were no where to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you invited Spencer for a sleep over.
Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in D.C in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen sleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been shared, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.
Full honesty? He didn’t even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didn’t care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living room’s ceiling.
After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.
He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.
He liked to see you cry, but if it wasn’t because of him, he wouldn’t have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up,— and also, who would believe them if they said that the slender nerd of their class was the one that beat them up— so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or you’ll be.
You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, “Fuck! I cant found my chapstick.” him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, he’d go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk — which he had under key— and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets… Panties.
He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs… He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, which’s crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.
Another thing Spencer loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat… Being simply you.
But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body —facing away from the door of your bathroom— when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that you’d wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.
He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.
And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used your hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.
He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when you’d pull from it when he’d tickle you, and laughing when you’d scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.
He would steal food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. You’d always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.
Spencer considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his liking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like you’d use a fucking toy. He had woke up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word ‘mommy’.
Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.
He’d prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.
So after a day full of what he thought of ‘teasing’, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And that’s what he’d do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. ‘Yeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.’ ‘That’s a good girl for daddy.’ Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldn’t found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasn’t your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.
He sometimes would leave his house’s and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.
But they were all just dreams, they weren’t supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.
That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. You’d been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that you’d be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs —which spread sideways across from his — thumbs circling your soft skin.
The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Spencer was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.
“Fuck…” he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. “Please, fuck me, please…” he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. “Use my cock, baby… Use me…” he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that you’d torture to make yourself cum all over his cock. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good… Ah, faster.” he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.
“Spence!!!” you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Spencer always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a book he had been dying to read for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been sold out. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the city’s center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. “I have a surprise for you!!” you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didn’t hear and answer from him. “Spencer?” you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.
“Fuck, just like that. Faster, please…” was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Spencer fucking with some random girl that wasn’t you. You’ve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasn’t friendly, so, at the end, —being too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendship— you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.
Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that you’d leave once you’ve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Spencer was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You needed to get away from there. Yeah, that’s what you’d do. You’d go back to your house and forget all about it… Or that’s what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.
He looked so hot and pretty all needy… Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, glasses crooked, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his cock in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lube’s wet sounds fill the room. “Ah, fuck…” his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadn’t bit down on your bottom lip.
Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friend’s lips. “Fuck, y/n…, mommy…, please, fuck, fuck, fuck…” your eyes widened, not only because…, fuck, Spencer was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Spencer’s movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and book in hand.
He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. “Fuck, y/n, I…” he didn’t even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him… Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. “How much did you hear?” he cursed when you didn’t answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.
“Mommy.” you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the book fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.
“W…What?” fuck.
“ ‘Mommy’. That’s what you called me.” you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. “Who would think that Spencer, the Genius Spencer Reid, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.” he stuttered as he shook his head.
“It’s not what it seems like, I…”
“You what?” you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. “Are you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?” he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. “Mmh? Answer me.” you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ‘no’. “ ‘No’ what?” your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.
“No, mommy.” you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. “Please…” he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.
“Only good boys get a kiss, Spence.”
“I’m a good boy…” he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussy…
“Oh yeah?” he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. “The why don’t you show me?” he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?” he moaned, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he nodded, making you smirk. “Then go ahead, baby, let me see.” you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.
In the state he was… He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.
He moaned when you sat down on his desk’s chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.
You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Spencer’s. It was big, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat you’d need to swallow when he came in your mouth. “Aw, poor Spence…” you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. “Caught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesn’t it baby?” he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. “Are you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Spencer?” he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.
“Yes, yes, yes…” he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. “Fuck…” he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breasts— hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingers— and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. “Shit, y/n.”
His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. ‘I need you. Need you so bad…’ ‘Please mommy…’ ‘I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…’
“Oh yeah? You gonna cum?” You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. “Look at how pathetic you look.” he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. “Hold it. I haven’t even told you where to cum yet.” he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. “Fuck, you are too fucking loud.” you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. “Here. Cum on my pussy.” you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.
You didn’t even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. “Good boy…” you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. That’s all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.
You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. “You came again, baby?” he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. “Fuck, Spencer…” you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. “Look at you, making a mess of my cunt.”
“Fuck, y/n…” your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips… “Please, can I… Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. I’ll make you feel good, I promise, I’ll be good…” you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. “I promise. I promise mommy…” your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his hazel thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.
You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a ‘The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, fuck.’. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded it away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow —the same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about you—, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, ‘cause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.
He didn’t waste time in parting your thighs —which he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years now—, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. “Spencer…” you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin… He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy —which he had tasted before, but only clothed— and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.
It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. Spencer knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. “Fuck, Spencer, I…” you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, Spencer crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.
He moaned, begging for it. “Please cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, please…” you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Spencer drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.
You mewled when once you’ve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. “Please, just a little bit more, mommy…” he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. “Please, I need it…” your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.
“I’ll let you choose where to cum next, Spencer.” you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. “I could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourself…” his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. “Or you could cum inside of me.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. “What do you say, Spence? Where do you want to cum, baby?” he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling of his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.
“Inside.” he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.
“Oh yeah?” you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. “You wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?” you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. “Then come here, Spence.” he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which he didn’t even need since you were now entering your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me Spencer, please, please…” you whimpered, and he didn’t wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the other’s as he bottomed out.
“Fuck, so tight, mommy, so tight… Shit. I’m gonna cum.” your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges you’d only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. “Please y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to… I need to…”
“Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?” he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. “Oh fuck, yeah Spencer, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me…”
He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. “Fuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyou…” he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts had you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.
“Fuck, Spencer, fuck, I’m close, shit, I’m gonna cum…” you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.
“Cum on my cock, mommy, please, please… Use me. Use me…” he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.
The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer…”
“Shit, Imma cum, I’m cumming so fucking hard… Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonna…, fuck!” his thrusts became sloppier. “Im gonna cum, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”hips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering ‘mommy’ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.
“Shit, fuck, Spencer. So good…” you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. “Spencer!” Though you really couldn’t even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you, ‘mommy’?” you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didn’t you?” you couldn’t really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Spencer had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant fuck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. “Well, I hope you did, ‘cause now is my fucking turn.”
*Distant sound of frantic running getting closer* *slams door open, eyes manic*
Symbiote AU!!!
Dairy, how have we missed this!? What FOOLS we've been! Bruce! A Symbiote! "Batman" just an extention or suit!
But then? How is there a Bruce Wayne? Simple. His parents found him. Loved their alien baby. Not everyone has to look human to be accepted. BUT! THIS Brucie? A handsome, but sickly man! Because he has no Host? Extremely vulnerable to noise and heat.
Poor, poor Wayne Orphan. Hospitals abroad all his youth.
Batman was an ambush predator. Ten times more terrifying, for having to fight smart. Swallow goons and spit them out. Hijack their bodies like a living nightmare. A true cryptid of Fear.
But ROBIN? Changes EVERYTHING. Dick let's him in. Brucie get "better". He can teach Dick from inside a suit of himself. So, SO much stronger then he's ever been. They are devastating.
Dick grows up. Doesn't want to be US. Wants to be HIM. Arguments. Painful, loud, screaming Arguments.
Jason.
The cycle repeated. But WORSE. Jason leaves him behind. He DIES because Bruce isn't there to take the blow. Isn't there to dig him out and heal him. Too late.
Tim!
Who KNOWS what he is. Who he threatens but can not scare off. Can FEEL the love and support from. Is burned by it. Tries to make hate him, by wearing his body like a suit. Batman has never been so active. So strong.
He knows it leave Tim exhausted. Weak and queasy. Cold and in need of comfort.
He refuses to give it. Alfred is displeased, does it for him.
Dick nearly brings the roof down. Apoplectic. Threatens to take Tim AWAY. To his team across the map. Do better. Or Else.
Bruce is quietly frantic. Has become so used to Tim's body. The comfort and companionship. He... he can't lose this. Not again. He'll go insane. Awkwardly, he tries to do better.
Tim is thrilled.
Tim needs to eat more. He notes. Sleep more. Forgot to brush his teeth. He drags Tim back to do these things. Is wrapped around his flesh and bone. Cuddles around him, as he naps. Rarely forming his deco body anymore.
Finally getting to... to indulge his instincts, he supposes. Tim is not his son. Is his Host instead. It's different somehow.
Puberty is cruel. Hits Tim like a hammer. Sudden new needs and no experience or time to deal with them. Tim is distracted and suffering. Trying to find excuses to... to SEPERATE?! No. No, no, no! He can't do this again.
He knows WHY Tim wants to be alone. Ridiculous boundaries and bodily needs. But the are One. Tim is HIS. Came to HIM and offered! He doesn't need "boundaries" or "private time"! He just needs his needs met. That's easy.
Tentacles while in the shower. Tim ends up on his knees, scrambling against the tiles, as his vigin hole is plundered. His tits and clit teased with in an inch of his life. Good spots rubbed from angles only someone free floating around inside his body could manage.
See? Bruce told you he could fix it.
He can also mimic clothes. Are those REALLY panties? Or is it Bruce, filling up Tim with squirming tentacles and teasing, clit sucking goo? Making him walk around like that? Bathing suit? Or Bruce? Nightshirt? Or Bruce? And what is he doing to the cute little body underneath that "cloth"?
To say NOTHING of the turn the Batman suit has taken. It must be boring. Nothing new. Not to worry, since you're FULLY ENCASED in him? He can do all sorts of things to literally every inch of you. The entire patrol.
While he kicks ass, you take up yours. He swings between buildings. Tim gets railed to orgasm number 4 of the night. Tim can see everything, feeling like he's basicly in public, all while no one can see or hear him. Batman talking to the commissioner about a case, even as Tim is being fucked right infront of all of Gotham's Finest.
Tim doesn't talk about separating anymore, of course. How could he? Who ELSE could give him this? And Bruce needs him! He's Robin.
Just? Bruce fucking his Host so good Tim basicly agrees to make it a permanent arrangement. Batman and Robin. Forever.
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bruce being a symbiote makes perfect sense- his literal possessiveness fits so perfectly and tim being the perfect little host!
I'm going to *remembers suicide is often not a desire for death itself but rather an attempt to radically change one's life because the current state of being has become unbearable but the person can't think of any way to change it other than death* kill myself
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Day 1 - Breathless: Dream Sharing | Time Loop | De-aging
Day 2 - Seduction: Cam Boy Tim | Sex Pollen | Hands-on Sex Ed
Day 3 - Rage: Secretly a Meta | Forced Confessions | Talon Dick
Day 4 - Obsession: Codependency | Incest Kink | Fake Dating
Day 5 - Jealousy: Requited Unrequited Love | Omegaverse | Hanahaki AU
Day 6 - Protectiveness: Time Travel | Soulmates | Reverse Robins
Day 7 - Trust: Batman Dick and Robin Tim | Hero Worship | Wing Fic
Timothy is fairer than any of them, sun-starved by the autumn months and his terrible sleep cycle. In contrast are the darting, lovely moles that sweep across his body. One is nestled teasingly below his left nipple. Damian wants to draw them, eat them. Every muscle has been defined by training and nightwork, and Timothy’s shoulders are long and flow into the narrow meander of his waist. The hot, cinnabar blush begins at his navel and seeps up into his cheeks.
Damian has seen Timothy naked before, seen his face dark with exertion. He has fought him to a standstill, bare-chested, both of them breathing like bulls. But not with a body that smells of omega-uncertainty-invitation.
Babs hacked into both Tim & Jason’s dating profiles.
She set up false dates for them at the same in downtown Gotham.
The two showed up at the entrance of the bar before getting into an intense shouting match.
Eventually Tim pulled out his phone and started typing before all of Babs CCTV footage went black.
The duo weren’t seen for the rest of the night, but the next morning Jason had multiple hickeys across his neck and Tim had a prominent bite mark on his collarbone.
Jaytim headcanon: Tim has multiple plans in case Jason ever wants to run away with him and start off somewhere else together. Some of those plans involve going to alternate universes but still.
omg, this is the cutest and sweetest thing!!! i love it, yes. definitely. jason is so crazy because you know, he's fucked up, but he's also a romantic, and i'm sure that if tim actually takes the time to show him all those plans, he would first-- scoff. like baby, please. i'm an adult, we can face this. but sometimes life doesn't go as planned and days are awful. so then he thinks about it, and be like mm maybe?, but in maybe a particular bad moment his stressed out brain goes to those plans, and reconsiders talking to tim about it.
tim of course never deleted anything. he has everything safe, and he had calculated everything. he has lived lives through those imaginary scenarios and options. he shows jason his top 3.
this is so cute. i love when there's so many options for them to choose from-- it's like for them, many, many aus to choose from. i love it!
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Camboy Tim, except all they views and fans are fake and it's just an elaborate plot to make his brothers start getting horny over him because they're snoops and would find out if he became a camboy which means they'd be curious enough to watch at least a little.
Except Tim didn't realise how much they wanted him until he realized none of them went a day without watching one of his videos. So he kept making them for more than just appearance.
Then he starts running out of ideas. Like sure, there's nothing wrong with doing something multiple times, but he likes seeing what kinks he can awaken in them.
Then the idea hits him after using one of their bathrooms.
"I've got something special today. It's so big and I just stole it from my brother's room. Kinda smells like him."
The batbro in question frantically rushes to check and- yep. That's their shampoo bottle in Tim's hand. They hadn't even noticed the suspicion shape until he starts caressing and panting on hit while mewling.
Mewling.
When they check a couple houers later their shampoo is back. They can't help but to pick it up, smell it. Oh fuck, he hadn’t been able to clean it completely. They're never gonna be normal about hair washing again.
Just Tim stealling so many different things from them to tease them.
All kinds of objects being inserted.
Grinding onto a favorite shirt while splaying out his body.
Biting into some underwear while fingering himself.
Even a couple where he's jacking off in their beds.
Somehow they don't get the message.
Then the day comes that lil Tim just says it in the middle of a 'stream'.
"I know you're watching, y'know. Getting off to your brother fucking himself with your stuff? Gonna come do something about it?"
camboy tim is soooo good especially when its him using it as a ruse to solidify the fact that his brothers are attracted to him and want to fuck him 😍!!!!!! him goading them on subtly until he finally gets too frustrated and demands they come to fuck him💖💖
Reasons: Abusive - Age Gap - Underage - Pseudo-incest
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Propaganda:
""We're both outsiders in a family of outsiders." - Jason Todd about Himself and Tim Drake
They are both so unwell about each other.
Baby Tim did canonly stalk Jason when he was Robin. Jason definitely stalked Tim and had a photo wall for Tim.
Jason says that Tim is the only BatFam member who doesn't make him want to throw up. At one point he asks Tim to be his Robin and when Tim says no he immediately beats the shit out of him and shoots him."
i love JayTim so dearly and i do ship them, but a lot of the propaganda is incorrect (and by extension is very common misinformation in the fandom) so i'd like to clarify. (note: this is not meant to be hate toward the OP! i know the propaganda was not written by the person running the blog, and whoever did write the propaganda also doesn't deserve hate! it's okay to be wrong in fandom! warning: this post is long.)
for our intents and purposes, the canon(s) featuring these two fall into three main categories: pre-Flashpoint (aka: Post-Crisis or preboot), New-52, and Rebirth. for simplicity's sake, i will not be taking adaptations such as Titans (tv) or Gotham Knights (game) into account, as they aren't the primary source people use for ship fodder. breaking this down bit by bit i want to start with:
Age Gap
Jason and Tim are under two years apart in the pre-Flashpoint canon. they meet when Tim is 16 and Jason is 18. when pre-Flashpoint ends, they are 17 and 19 respectively. it's also noteworthy that Jason was dead for six months in-universe, and did not age physically or mentally in this time frame. they meet as teenagers and consider each other in the same peer group. in fact, it's Tim who seems to view Jason as a child/immature (referring to him as such during the Search For A Hero arc of Robin [1993]) meanwhile Jason only seems to view Tim as his peer and even extends respect to him in this way. less than two years doesn't qualify as an age gap imo, especially given they met when they were both older teenagers.
in the New-52 canon, the ages are much more contradictory. constructing a timeline with comics is difficult, but the New-52 *especially* regularly contradicts itself on the timeline. that said, Tim is likely 16 at his introduction in this continuity, and Jason is 18, possibly 19. which once again, gives them a gap of about two years. at best, you could argue Jason is around 20, but that seems unlikely, given how quickly he is introduced after his return as Red Hood. once again, it's worth noting in this continuity he was dead for about six months and did not age.
the Rebirth canon is an extension of the New-52 timeline and thus, *should* keep the New-52 age gap of about two years. however, it does seem like Rebirth has been pushing Jason closer to Dick Grayson's age group (Dick should be about six years older than Jason and eight years older than Tim) with no real explanation, as we've seen Jason more heavily interacting with characters in Dick's age range (Roy Harper, Starfire, etc). this seems to age Jason, to put him on par with those characters. it doesn't help that DC hasn't aged Tim on page, and logically Tim should be in his 20s by now as Dick is nearing his 30s (Dick and Tim's age gap is crucial for Tim's backstory to work but that's a different issue entirely) which would keep Tim and Jason mostly consistent. however, since we haven't seen on-page confirmation of Tim's age, this is where i believe fans falsely assume there's an age gap. most people assume that Jason is currently in his mid-20s and Tim is still 17. given that we have seen every other character age around Tim and haven't had any comic indicate Tim *hasn't* aged, the safest assumption is that he has, and is likely around 21, with Jason around 23. they should be (and by any logical assumption, are) in their early 20s together. this is also likely bc in Tim Drake: Robin, Tim lives on his own on a boat he bought, and his boyfriend (who is the same age as him) is in college. them being further apart is entirely fanon, or misconstrued canon.
Abusive
this is a far more subjective one that's difficult to quantify based on what you personally consider to be an abusive relationship. but in this case, i think it's wildly incorrect. the better term here would be antagonistic.
in the pre-Flashpoint canon, Jason and Tim are almost always on opposite sides and fight during most of their interactions. however, these are mutual fights due to conflicting morals and goals, given Tim is a vigilante hero and Jason tends to be a villain during this era. the main fights these two get into are:
Teen Titans (2003) #29 - the well-known Titans Tower Incident, where Jason ambushes and attacks Tim at Titans Tower. this is the most unbalanced of all their fights and the only one i would almost consider "abusive", but it was an equal fight. Jason beats Tim, but the common fandom misconception that Tim was afraid of Jason and seriously injured by this event is untrue. Tim was insulting Jason the entire time and seemed to come out of the fight with only a few bruises. they fought because of their disagreements on Batman and teenage vigilantes, not because of personal issues. (they did not know each other prior to this, aside from a brief meeting during Batman: Hush, in which Jason did cut Tim's throat, but once again, this was to antagonize Batman)
Robin: Search For A Hero - this fight was over a budding gang war in Gotham, in which Jason and Tim had vastly different beliefs on how it should be handled. it's worth noting in this fight, Jason actually approaches Tim to ask Tim to work with him. the fight is mutually instigated when Tim says no, and Tim ultimately wins when Jason is arrested. the root of this fight was conflicting morals, not personal issues with each other. neither sought the other out to abuse them.
Battle For The Cowl - this fight was once again, instigated mutually (though mostly by Tim, who hunted Jason down) over conflicting morals, as Jason at this point had begun mass murdering people in a Batman suit. Tim confronts him (also in a Batman suit) and they have their most bloody fight, the only fight where Jason arguably was actually trying to kill Tim. they are the most cruel to each other and there is a clear personal hatred, but this comic is notoriously out of character, especially for Jason. still, the conflict was moral, not personal, and certainly not abusive.
aside from these instances, Jason and Tim do not routinely seek the other out to cause physical or mental harm. there is no habitual cruelty they enact upon each other, they are just enemies in the hero/villain sense.
in the New-52 canon, Jason and Tim actually get along quite well. we are introduced to them being very close, and thinking of each other fondly. they work together and are not antagonistic, as Jason is at worst, an antihero during this era and at best, just another vigilante in the Batfamily who's slightly more violent. Jason and Tim have two significant fights, both of which are forced by external forces. in Robin War, the Court of Owls forces them to fight to the death and in Death of the Family, the Joker forces them to fight to the death. both times, they are able to plan a way out of the fight without needed to speak to each other and make it clear they only fought for show.
in Rebirth, the closeness of Jason and Tim isn't as highlighted upon as it is in New-52, but it's still entirely civil and they seem to care for each other. they easily work together in comics such as Robin: Knight Terrors, and once again seem to always be on the same side. when Jason and Tim are on the same side in a fight, they always easily get along.
the Underage and Psuedo-Incest do both qualify here since Tim was technically underage during their first meeting in both continuities and there's the ever-present "technically Bruce Wayne adopted both of them." (though it's worth noting there is no canon where Tim and Jason view each other as brothers. the closest they come is the New-52, where even then they mock the idea of being brothers. they are familial at best, but given they've never had time to significantly develop a domestic bond, it's reductive to consider them to be just brothers because the same guy signed their adoption papers.)
""We're both outsiders in a family of outsiders." - Jason Todd about Himself and Tim Drake
this is true, but only as a part of the New-52 canon. Jason specifically says this during the Robin War arc, though this theme of "outsiders of the outsides" continues throughout the New-52 during all of their significant team-ups and is used to depict the unique bond they have within the larger Batfamily.
Baby Tim did canonly stalk Jason when he was Robin. Jason definitely stalked Tim and had a photo wall for Tim.
this is wildly untrue on both accounts. as for Tim, the only time we see "stalkerish" behavior exhibited is during A Lonely Place of Dying, which is Tim's introduction in the main Batman run, in the pre-Flashpoint timeline. we do see panels of him with a camera to take pictures of Batman and Robin, but nothing implies this was a consistent habit, just a one-time thing to prove his theory about the identities of Batman and Robin. we never see him depicted with a camera in this context again, nor have we any proof this was a regular thing he did as a child. furthermore, the Robin he took pictures of was Dick Grayson. Dick was Tim's childhood hero (because he met Dick when Dick was a Flying Grayson), not Jason. we have nothing to indicate Tim was stalking Batman and Robin during Jason's tenure.
moreover, from the information we do have about Tim's feelings on Jason while Jason was dead, Tim doesn't hold Jason to a heroic idol status. this is very common fanon/misinformation, the idea of stalker!Tim in general, but especially in relation to Tim stalking Jason specifically. (and once again, calling Tim a "baby" seems like an exaggeration, as Jason would've been 14/15 and Tim 12/13 during this time frame, if this happened). during Detective Comics: Rite of Passage, the arc that leads to Tim becoming Robin, Tim does respect Jason's legacy and holds it to a high standard. but these feelings do not revolve Jason as a person and instead, the idea of the second Robin who died in the mantle, and how that legacy proves the danger Tim faces when he takes on the mantle.
later on in Batman (1940) #456 when Tim is Robin, we do see Tim hallucinate/daydream Jason cheering him on, though Tim also internally views Jason's death as Jason's fault, due to his own impulsiveness and inability to follow orders. Tim's opinion of Jason during this time was neutral, leaning on victim blaming. there was no hero worship or stalking.
on Jason's side of things, once again, there is no stalking behavior. it is true Jason briefly had a photo wall of Tim! this is again the pre-Flashpoint timeline (in the New-52/Rebirth, we only ever see Jason and Tim as an established friendship, we don't have much information on how or when they met, or their feelings on each other prior to meeting) specifically in Red Hood: Lost Days. however, Jason did not take these pictures. Talia al Ghul gave him the pictures to show him that Batman had replaced him with a new Robin. Jason was the one who put the pictures on his wall, just to angst and be weird over them, which certainly makes him unwell about Tim, but it was never stalking behavior.
Jason says that Tim is the only BatFam member who doesn't make him want to throw up. At one point he asks Tim to be his Robin and when Tim says no he immediately beats the shit out of him and shoots him."
the first account is true, Jason does say this about Tim. once again, in Robin War, during the New-52 timeline. i think this was a slight exaggeration on Jason's part, as he tended to speak in hyperbole during that run, but at the very least he was truthful about the general sentiment of preferring Tim above everyone else in the Batfamily.
the second account is true but more complicated. firstly, this is the pre-Flashpoint timeline, so to mash it together with things Jason has said about Tim in the New-52 is shoving two different canons together, where Tim and Jason held wildly different relationships. secondly, Jason says this during their fight in Battle For The Cowl. which as said above, was wildly out of character for Jason. it's noteworthy that Jason also asks Dick to be his Robin just one issue later, so this offer wasn't entirely unique to Tim. Jason does respect Tim and thinks Tim has a lot of great potential that's being held back by his loyalty to Bruce (the only part of BftC that is in character for Jason, tbh).
however, to be slightly pedantic, Jason does not shoot Tim during this encounter. when Tim says no, Jason stabs him in the chest with a batarang and leaves him for dead, then claims he killed Tim later on.
these two are unwell about each other in every canon, and even at their most antagonistic have some wild complexes about each other. this poll left out some of their other fun moments, such as during the pre-Flashpoint timeline, Tim broke Jason out of prison for no real reason (Search For A Hero). or during the New-52, Tim is able to recognize Jason by his smell alone (Death of the Family). they are always incapable of being normal about each other and their antagonistic history does make it such a fun ship, even when you strip away the parts that are misinformation. and to be fair, the fanon misinfo is still fun for headcanons and fanfic! it's just that this fandom often confuses canon and fanon.
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HEAR ME OUT!! I've been thinking about this prompt for a while, and I figured you were the best one to show it to!!!
Picture this~ Tim only dresses in baggy clothes and his suit has about five layers of armor because of Bruce's nagging. And even in team showers, he tries to avoid going with them at the same time, and even if he does, it's normally common courtesy to stare straight ahead and avoid eye contact.
Only Alfred and Leslie have seen Tim's real body, and everyone else kinda just sees him as a sad wet cat because of his eternally drowning in clothes look.
So when Bruce decides to throw a huge pool party bash for all the heroes, new and old, everyone expecting Tim to show up in some swim shorts, maybe even a swim shirt because they thought he was insecure about his body.
So imagine their surprise when Tim walks out in the TINIEST red gingham bikini, with matching heels and heart sunglasses to go along with the outfit.
They're SHOOK.
That day, everyone comes to a conclusion: they need to be the first one to get their hands on Tim's tight virgin pussy.
Some bets are even made on who he's more likely to get with.
Bonus points☆☆ he's already been fucking someone the whole time.
also, how do yoy feel about people writing some of the anonymous prompts you've been sent?? Bc some of these r actually rlly inspiring!!
i LOVE the fact that tim canonically has really punkish, grunge and "bad" fashion sense. he's what old fashioned parents get exasperated over their kids wearing. big 2-4x bigger cargo pants and shirts that hang over him and drown him, very loose fitting and tim LOVES. big clothes are comfortable and roomy and when its hot out tim's clothes don't stick to the sweat of his body and he can trap a nice breeze in his big shirts. with big clothes tim doesn't feel restrained and he feels chill and so people treat him as such too. if tim wore tight clothes or trendy things people would bother him more but they don't. also tim just LIKES it, big clothes are stylish to him and he likes how he looks in them because they make his body seem taller and wider, which, with his frame is nice because he's teeny. his armor as robin makes him look thicker and more muscular which he enjoys but as a civilian he doesn't have 5ish layers of armor to bulk up so the clothes are a nice substitute!!
that being said when tim hears there's going to be a pool party he gets excited! its been so long since tim got to do something like lounge at the pool but now not only is he invited to relax for a day, he's being encouraged to.
but just because tim's family doesn't understand his street and civilian wear it doesn't mean tim doesn't make up for it other ways. tim has fond memories of going to the beach with his family as a kid. his mom in ruffled bikinis, wearing designer sunglasses, and crossing her heeled slide sandal-wearing ankles while watching tim play in the pool of the hotel because the ocean was "dirty".
tim's mom said going to the pool was an 'event'. she did her hair, painted her nails, applied pretty shimmering gloss to her lips and applied light dusting of powder to her cheeks to make them pink. she did because she said all the other mommies at the pool would be looking at her and judging her and they'd think she was a bad mommy if she looked anything less than her best. she also said it was important that all the daddies see how pretty she was so that they'd respect tim's daddy more. tim didn't understand it then and even now that he was older he still didn't. but he remembered how much fun it was to watch his mom get ready because it meant tim would be able to go swimming soon, which as a kid was all he thought about!!!
so tim is careful when shopping for a bikini. tim's tits are small so he usually does for the small tops, the ones that are more small triangles to cover him. then bottoms where he can tie them closed into a pretty bow on each hip. for the heels tim takes his time, picking out pretty heeled sandals that he can slide his foot into and then a pair of heart shaped sunglasses to match.
the day of the pool part tim can feel eyes on him as he picks one of the pool chair under and umbrella. there are bottles of sunscreen in small buckets all around as well as aloe vera gel that bruce provided for everyone.
tim gets at least six offers for people to apply sunscreen to his back when he reaches for one of the bottles.
its almost funny the way people tim has known for years stumble over themselves and stutter while talking to him.
tim had gone all out, he'd even gone for a pedicure to get pretty french tip nails which had been his mom's favorite and the one she said were the "only nails worth getting".
maybe tim's a little nostalgic for thinking back on his mom and those days by the pool.
but for a first impression among all the new heroes being added to teams around the country as well as the JL roster- tim thinks he does pretty well.
even if he's not privy to the hushed conversations about who among them will take tim's virginity.
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for the prompts i think a lot of the people who sent them would be ecstatic if people were inspired by their ideas and wrote more about them!!!! i know a few people who sent prompts are working on fics about prompts they sent but i think they'd also love to see people's take on their ideas-i say go for it! maybe even share the fic to the inbox so that they can see and read it as well!!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, bed breaking
Summary:
“I don’t think your bed is structurally sound.”
Jason snorts, turning his face further into the pillow and waves a hand in Tim’s direction. “My bed is fine,” he says, muffled. “I followed the instructions. There were pictures and everything. Now shut up and come lay down.”
He waves his hand again, this time more insistently, and Tim realizes that Jason’s trying to reach for him, to haul him closer. Tim eyes the bed again, concern growing in his gut, but Jason’s fingers have found his, Jason’s enormous hand wrapped around Tim’s wrist, tugging gently. Tim sighs, but relents, allowing himself to be pulled closer so that Jason can tug him down onto the mattress next to him.
“I’m telling you now,” Tim warns, settling into the curve of Jason’s arm. “When this inevitably ends badly, I’m going to say I told you so like a billion times, at least.”
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