Weird Kink But Ok

So I’m starting a fresh side blog where I can post just that kind of smut and keep my original blog clean for people who don’t like that kind of stuff which I 100% understand.

This will be more mature, and have different relationships.

You can ask me for skits and incorrect quotes.

If you don’t like it, you can filter out tags so you don’t have to see it. I always tag the couples. I just pass by shit I don’t like and don’t feel the need to comment, I ask for the same respect back.

I want to make clear that in all of my posts, Tim is 19.

He is consenting. He is not adopted.

I see them more as friends and not as brothers.

Tim, confirming: I have a degradation kink.

Jason: come, I’ll be mean to you.

Jason having to get a drink in his apartment late at night. As he heads back he sees movement in his living room and quickly doubles back seeing a small silhouette sitting in his chair. A light flicks on beside it, the intruder flicking the switch.

Jason: dammit Tim! I could have killed you.

Tim, scoffing in bewilderment: no, you couldn’t have.

It wasn’t a tease. It was a fact.

Jason stares Tim up and down. He’s wearing a black slitted dress which makes Jason wonder if he’s just come back from a recon mission. His legs are folded over each other, toes pointing down in glass pumps.

Tim: eyes up here.

Jason’s eyes dart up to Tim’s confident flushed face.

Tim: good.

Tim: now come sit on my lap.

Jason:

Jason: you want me to what now?

Tim: cmon big boy. Sit on daddy’s lap and let him praise you.

Jason, scoffing: I don’t know what kind of new kink you picked up from Dick and Roy-

Tim: don’t talk about other men when it’s you and me. This is mine.

Tim: sit on my lap. Now.

Jason:

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Tim traces his fingers through Jason’s hair as Jason sat on his lap trying not to squish him. No matter how many times Tim had insists to sit with all his weight and relax, he can’t bring himself to do it fearing breaking his boyfriend. His head rests on Tim’s shoulder as he contemplates his life’s choices that led him here.

Jason, blushing: I don’t like this.

Tim: sure, baby boy. You’re hard on and purring agrees.

Jason: don’t tell Dick and Roy.

Tim: what’d I tell you?

Tim: and finish making it at 11:12

Tim: does it make it a negative wish? Does the opposite happen?

Jason, staring at him adoringly: no, mine still came true.

Jason: in fact I’ve never had an 11:11 wish come true but the one I was late on had.

Tim:

Tim: well that’s because you’re always late, time just works differently for you.

Tim thinking about how Roy hurts Jason by never seeing him. How no matter how much Jason is there for him and his daughter, Roy will never LET him be there for him and his daughter.

Tim knowing he will always be the rebound. When Jason returns from those long visits he’s the first Jason always comes back too and he looks forward to it. He has all of Jason’s attention and he eats it up. Jason watches him, touches him, lingers at his side. But he never stays and his eyes are never really on Tim as they wander past to Roy. His mind is always on Roy as he’s texting him behind Tim’s back or even right in front of him.

Tim watching Jason chase after someone who was never attainable as he does the same.

Tim: guess I’ll always be your second choice.

Tim rises as he watches Jason stare so helplessly with such desperation that it almost hurt him. He wishes that he could make Roy accept him. He turns heading off and away as he admits defeat, the string tying them together breaking its last strand. Jason glances back at him, at his small shoulders and his smile falls.

Tim: they won’t love you like I will.

Jason turns back to Roy. Fakes a smile. His eyes are staring past Roy as he wonders if Tim is ok. If he is going to his boyfriends who he constantly praises. His head falls as he wonders how long this one will last. It doesn’t matter, he’ll be there to pick him up. He knows there’s only one person who can make him feel happy, Tim won’t be satisfied with just anyone.

Jason:

Jason: Looks like Ive got serial milk over here.

Jason:

Jason: get it.

Jason: serial killer milk. Cereal milk. Play on words-

Tim, getting up leaving: oh my god

Dick: in front of my cereal!

Dick: they’ve gone soft!

Jason:

Tim: *getting rawdogged* he’s right behind me, isn’t he?

Tim: stfu, no it isn’t-

Jason: *grey sweatpants*

Tim and Dick: *staring at the snake, drooling*

Jason: *smirks*

Tim: this- this doesn’t mean anything!

Dick: I can’t look away, I’m scared if I do it’ll break free and look for a hole to hide in.

Tim: I’ll take one for the team.

Dick: always chose one with a round head

Dick: not a pointed head one.

Jason: WHO THE FUCK HAD A POINTED HEAD?!

Tim: where the fuck is all the milk going?

Jason:

Jason, late at night:

Jason, upset having been caught: yeah, well where is all the whip cream going?!

Dick: ...

Tim: ...

Jason:

Jason: ok. I get it. You guys don't like maraschino cherries.

Tim:

Dick:

Jason: I do not have a milk or whip cream fetish! I just want really strong bones and want to spice up our love life. You two just make everything sexual…

Jason:

Tim: where did the whip cream go? How did he change so fast?

Jason: I do not have a milk or whip cream fetish!

Jason:

Tim:

Jason, upset after being caught having a milk fetish: yeah, well where is all the whip cream going?!

Dick: …

Tim: …

Jason:

Tim: where the fuck is all the milk going?

Jason:

Jason, late at night:

Dick: if an oranges bellybutton is a caved in and it feels heavy it’s a yummy.

Tim, staring at Jason’s belly: does it work on humans?

Dick:

Jason: why can’t we just wag our colorful butts and tap dance like a jumping spider?

Dick: why can’t you?

Later:

Little does he know he’s given Tim a new thigh fetish and that Tim wants to ride and grind them every time he catches a glimpse of those thick beauties. His thigh fits perfectly between between Tim’s legs and is the perfect firmness.

Jason can only blame himself for creating this. It came from his own fetish of having Tim sit on his lap. Tim fits nice right in center of his legs, Jason tucking him back into his pelvis having to hide the proof of just how much he likes it sometimes.