#dickjaytim

[jasontoddspussy]

dick, creating a text Group chat: case is closed due to lack of evdn. they say. tim, hood, the two of you don't happen to know anything about the shoot out on st.wallaces street and the ensuing arson?

tim: i wasn't there, but i do know of it. i have some cams near that. though jason probably knows more.

jason: yeah, i know about it and got some good info. i can drop it off somewhere.

dick: cool, please drop it off at my blue safehouse.

jason: alright. cum in me.

tim: what

dick: what

jason: fuck

[candywafercutie]

Jason forgetting he has boyfriends that love and care about him

[ditzyredrobin]

One of my favorite snippets from my Shrike!Tim fic that just makes my little fangirl heart sing! I’m so excited and hope to share it soon. 💜

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“Tim.”

Tim froze, like a jolt of electricity running down his spine, eyes locked with Dick’s electric blue. He was trying to trying to process the name—his name.

He couldn’t remember the last time had called him by that name. It was his name, yes, but he didn’t use it. Tim had died years ago, peeling away to leave only Shrike. But coming from Dick’s lips, his eyes are hot, the breath catching in his chest.

“What?”

Dick’s eyes are soft and fond, “I called you Tim,” he repeats slowly sending the same jolt through his body. “Or is there something else you want me to call you? Timothy, maybe? It’s your legal name. Timmers? Timbo?”

His breath hitches painful in his chest and it feels like he can’t breath. A finger stripeless hand reaches out to brush his knee, and Tim flinches. Dick frowns and retreats back into his own space

“Why are you calling me that?” There was a panicked edge to his voice, hoarse with emotion.

“Because it’s you.”

[n1ightw1ng]

jaydicktim stripper au (undercover?) (jason is the stripper)

it's been a million years and i've been rotating this on and off the entire time lol. i can see a moment of like--tim is this really straightedge kid, obsessively so, and dick is like ok, you've dated around (a lot) (lol tim) and you don't drink or drug and that's fine, good, even, but strip club? let's hit up a strip club. or maybe it's not dick's prerogative but a titans thing, and the the titans teams are always some weird mishmosh, so it's like--here's dick and tim but also roy and maybe kon and some of the girls because why the hell not, and this strip club has men in it. okay. somebody knew that when they decided to drive the whole pack of sweaty mostly-sober vigilantes here but nobody's sure whose idea it was anymore.

tim disappears fucking instantaneously. he's in the crowd. he's got his mouth suctioned to the lip of a beer bottle and banging his teeth on it repeatedly because if he does anything else but stim absently he's going to scream. because jason todd is on the pole. jason! the red hood! jason from HIS HOUSE? and the fucking titans are here! and oh God why does he look Like That. Who oiled him up? Who covered his scars? He can't reach all of them himself. Someone touched him with such careful attention to apply all that makeup and oh. fuck. he's looking right at tim. (and he's furious.)

ANYWAY //puts myself to bed// i think jason is undercover and he's massively fucking pissed that the titans rolled up. tim has a raging hard on and there's no way jason is getting out of here without at least dick seeing him, but there's also the fun of jason having to be Very Undercover about all this and giving a lap dance to, say, mr dick grayson. or tim! loudmouth kon points out that his little buddy used to be vehemently against premarital sex and he's probably STILL A VIIIIRGIIIIIN and yeah well. jason is whispering in tim's ear about cracking open his rich boy wallet and paying up because after this he is going to be strangled in his sleep. (he's also aware that tim is hard. and that dick is watching. for normal reasons, surely. surely because he's a protective bat and not because he likes watching. definitely the former. yeah. ok. jason likes having their eyes on him. oops.)

[youhavelessproof]

Jason and Tim secretly fighting over Dick would be so funny, they are so busy trying to prove they are worthy of their chush, they forget there are other people wanting to get Dick's attention too

no you don’t understand this is so perfect.

Jason and Tim so busy fighting over Dick and doing small things to earn his favor, (giving him flowers because Dick’s apartment ‘looked bland,’ gifting him chocolate because they were ‘on sale’ etc.) that Dick ends up with, like, Roy because he actually just fucking asked Dick out.

or alternatively Dick just ends up a harem because everyone is trying to one up the others forever.

[rexisan]

I am working on that dickjaytim fic! I promise!

But my Sentient Gotham AU niggles at my mind. Never fully leaving.

So if anyone wants to send in asks about Sentient Gotham and jaytim or even the fic I'm working on feel free I'm recovering from my new job and would enjoy the distraction

[ladytauria]

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

Vampire Dick any Bat 👀

thank you so much for this prompt <3

also congratulations, i'm p sure this is my longest prompt fill yet 😂 thank you so much for helping me with suggestions and also brainstorming titles with me <333 i had a fun time writhing this~

>> AO3 <<

Jason wakes slowly; long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

Dick watches him—the way he tenses, the slight furrow in his brow, mouth twisting. Jason can tell something is wrong.

All of them are used to alertness coming suddenly—but the drug in his system makes him slower. Sluggish. Dick can hear the way Jason’s breath catches; the uptick in the beat of his heart.

Dick hated to do it.

Really, he did.

If he could have gotten Jason back to his apartment any other way… he would have. But the last thing he wanted, or needed, was for Jason to put up a fuss. Drugging him would make sure he was… pliant. Receptive.

Still.

Dick may be immune to the drug’s effects, but the flavor will taint Jason’s bloodstream. He would have preferred his first taste of his brother to be… purer.

It’s worth it, though. For this—for Jason naked and on his knees before him, wrapped up like a gift in soft blue rope. His arms are bound behind his back, crossed nearly, while his calves and thighs have been tied together. He’s a living, breathing work of art. Dick is honored to have him on display in his bedroom.

He’s even already decorated; red tipped hoops glinting on his nipples and a few fading purple bruises on his skin. Dick would prefer to see Jason in blue—or perhaps purple, a lovely mingling of their colors together. He’d like to add a chain between the piercings as well; something to tug on. It would draw such delicious noises from Jason, he’s sure. Maybe he can convince him into getting a piercing on his cock as well…

Dick is getting ahead of himself.

The position should be one Jason can hold for a while. He had done his best to ensure it was comfortable, but there will still be some strain.

No matter.

Dick will soothe him…

Later.

After Jason understands what’s good for him.

Jason’s eyes flutter open at last. His pupils are blown wide from the drug. It takes him a moment to focus; long, slow blinks as he slowly drags them through the room.

They settle on Dick. His brow furrows, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as Jason fights to keep those pretty green-blues focused on Dick.

“Dickie?” His name in Jason’s voice, still thick with sleep, is one of the loveliest things Dick has ever heard.

“Hello there, little wing,” Dick whispers, kneeling down in front of him. He can’t stop himself from touching; gliding his fingers over Jason’s jaw.

Dick has always had charm. Charisma. He was born into showmanship. Drawing people to him, keeping them captivated… it came to him as naturally as breathing. After he was turned…

After he was turned, he had quite a few new tricks to add to his toolbox. One of those is his allure. A subtle, ever-present vampiric charm that does wonders for drawing in new prey. Dick usually keeps it on a tight leash, unless he’s hunting. But here, now, in his den…

He lets it free.

Like this, still half-drugged and bleary from sleep, Jason’s defenses are down. He’ll have a harder time fighting against it. It’s playing dirt. All of this is. But…

Dick can’t have his little wing running out on him.

Not that he could, of course, but it will be much less painful for both of them if he doesn’t fight.

Jason’s brow furrows. Dick can see the wheels turning in Jason’s mind.

His lovely, brilliant Jaybird. People tend to forget how smart he is. They see the bulk and the guns and assume that Jason is all violence and muscle. They forget it takes far more than athletics to get through Batman’s training, let alone whatever he learned during his time outside of Gotham.

“I don’t… What’s going on?” Jason frowns, the furrow in his brow deepening. “I…”

His eyes sweep through the room again. Dick watches him take in the details, his head cocked like a bird’s. He loves watching his Robins untangle a new puzzle.

The dark hardwood floor is covered with a dark blue-and-gold rug. It’s plush and soft, but Dick had still placed a pillow under Jason’s knees. He’d left the overhead light off in deference to the light sensitivity the drug may cause. Instead, the room is illuminated by lamps, their light dim and golden. All of the windows are blocked by thick, light-blocking curtains, all of them deep blue with golden tassels.

The doors leading out onto the balcony are similarly covered. There’s a private bath attached, though Jason cannot see it. Nor the antique wardrobe and standing mirror.

What he can see, right behind Dick, is Dick’s bed. It’s nothing so gauche as a coffin—he can be a sadist, but he’s not that cruel. Instead, it’s a four-postered bed with a canopy.

Dick has never brought his Robins to this apartment before. It’s luxurious, tasteful in a way that would be right at home in the Manor. Still… there’s no denying Dick’s touch.

He can see the realization dawning in Jason’s eyes. In the same moment, he watches him try to fight it.

Dick’s heart squeezes. Precious.

“Dick?” he repeats, sounding more alert now. “What’s… What’s going on? Where are we? What are you doing?”

���Oh, little wing…” Dick moves his hand to Jason’s shoulder, his thumb settling over Jason’s pulse. “You’re a smart boy. What do you think is going on?”

Jason’s eyes flicker over his face. The movements are half a beat slower than normal.

“I don’t…” Jason’s throat bobs when he swallows. Dick tracks the movement, and doesn’t bother to hide his hunger—both natural… and unnatural.

Jason’s breath hitches.

Dick decides to be generous. “You and Tim have been working a case,” he prompts gently. It’s the same tone he’s used on all of his little Robins, when guiding them toward an answer he has already puzzled out.

Jason nods slightly; an infinitesimal dip of his chin. “People keep turning up with neck injuries,” he whispers. “Puncture marks on their necks, in the middle of a bruise. And missing time. Usually a night, sometimes a little longer. But… every now and then… we find a corpse instead.”

Dick hums, rubbing his thumb over the best place to bite. He can feel, and hear, the rabbit of Jason’s heart. Silly boy. There’s no place for fear here. Dick would never hurt one of his little Robins. His precious little birds. All of them have already suffered too much.

“I— Tim and I joked about vampires,” Jason says, voice cracking a little. He searches Dick’s face. “Dick… are you…”

Dick dispenses with a little of his glamour, and smiles, showing off his fangs. “I told you you were smart, little wing.”

As much as Dick doesn’t want Jason to be afraid… he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the scent of it; the way it makes saliva pool in his mouth, fangs itching, aching for a bite.

He resists.

For now.

“Dick… please,” Jason whispers. “Let me go. We can talk about this.”

Dick cups the back of Jason’s skull, leaning in to brush his nose over Jason’s cheek. “Oh, little wing,” he breathed. “You drive me so insane, you don’t even know. Now that I have you… I don’t think I can let you go.” Just being close to him like this is eroding Dick’s self control. He can’t help but cup Jason’s pec in one hand. It fills his palm just like a breast, the relaxed muscle plush under his touch.

Jason shakes his head, trying to move away from Dick’s touch. “N-no… Dick… You can’t… you can’t be a monster.” His voice breaks. Poor little wing. He sounds so young—the boy who never quite got to grow up.

“Shh,” Dick hushes him. “Of course I’m not a monster, little wing. I only want to keep you safe. My first little Robin.” He kissed the corner of his mouth, another little indulgence he just can’t help.

“Dick… please.” A tear rolls down his cheek. Dick tastes it on his lips. The scent of his fear has ratcheted up now, no longer enticing in its bitter pungence.

Dick exhales slowly, in something not quite a sigh. He had been hoping to avoid this a while longer, but he supposes it simply can’t be helped.

Just his allure isn’t enough. Dick needs more.

He cups Jason’s chin in his hands, and meets his eyes. Jason’s eyes widen, slightly—but he doesn’t look away.

He can’t.

Dick has locked them together, his power holding Jason in place.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, little wing,” he says, voice melodic. “Big brother will keep you safe.”

>> continue on AO3 <<

[nursal1060writes]

Summary:

Dick decides to surprise his lovers with some sexy, pink lingerie when they come over to his place.

Dick loves his lovers - and he'll do what it takes to make them all feel good.

Cherrytober Day 31: Lace

@chickycherrycola

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

I just remembered a fic where Tim makes a deal with a group of people who trained Janet to move through high society, in order to reverse time/make it so the JLA's identities were hidden again. And now I can't find it for the life of me...

Found it! The Rebirth of Timothy Jackson Drake by saphiradrake

[flower-sniffing-friend]

I've been thinking about the way I approach shipping ever since I realized I do multipship Jason, because if you ask me who I ship Jason with, the answer is simple—Dick. No one else comes to mind, because to me, Jason is always in love with Dick.

Until you ask me who I ship Steph with

But like, that's different, cuz it's not who I'm shipping Jason with, it's who I'm shipping Steph with. The fact that Jason is on that list is irrelevant

And I don't really have a point to this, I just think it's interesting that the approach changes my way of thinking about a ship.

And maybe that's why Dick and Jason is a top ship for me, because I both ship Dick with Jason and ship Jason with Dick

[bestangelofall]

Surprised you didn't have Dick and Tim share Jason in the grave tbh

The way I laughed when I saw this ask xD thank you so much, because if you thought that then it means I'm doing things right in this blog! Considering that I already wrote about Brujaydick threesome on Jason's grave, from there it's really just a logical conclusion to consider the Dickjaytim threesome on Jason's grave. They would.

[candywafercutie]

Fem DickJay and Fem JayTim (DickJayTim?)

I love pics of ppl getting ready together, they're so intimate

[ditzyredrobin]

Exhaustion is No Stranger - Shrike!Verse snippet

Tim chuffs a quiet laugh. “I don’t know, Dick, I’m just-“

He cuts himself off, trying to find the right word, unable to pinpoint the exact feeling.

“You’re just what?” Dick urges gently, eyebrows drawn together in a look of concern.

He looks so damn sincere, eyes so vivid and blue and so patient as he watches him fumble over his words. It’s too much and, truthfully, he’s the last person to deserve this level concern.

He looks down at his lap, twisting his fingers into knots.

“You’re just what, Tim?” This time it’s Jason, his back pressed against the arm of the sofa. His arms are crossed over his broad chest in a no-nonsense kind of way. “You gotta talk to us. We can’t help you if you don’t let us, got it?”

Tim takes a shuddered breath and shrugs half-heartedly. He was too much—for his parents, for Bruce, and eventually, if not today then soon, would be for Dick and Jason soon. It’s the way it’s always been, eventually everyone gives up and leaves him, so what’s the point?

He wants to cling onto what they have just a little longer.

Just a little bit longer.

Dick sighs and moves to stand out of his crouch. Tim’s his heart sinks for a moment until he realizes his not leaving. Instead, Dick slides in beside him. In one fluid motion, he’s sat sideways in Dick’s lap, with his arms wrapped around him.

Tim gasps at the suddenness, but doesn’t fight it. With Dick, there is no fighting it. He just lets him adjust him until his comfortably sat in his lap, face pressed to the crook of his neck. His hair is still damp from his shower, and he smells of his tingling tea tree and mint shampoo.

He doesn’t seem to care Tim is still in his body suit, fresh off of patrol. But if he does, he doesn’t say anything, just tucks him in a little closer.

Tim’s eyes feel hot.

“I’m so tired,” he says in a small voice.

And cue the waterworks.

Hot tears wash down his cheeks. It’s stupid. He didn’t mean to share it but when he opens his mouth, it’s all that comes out, because he is. He’s so. Damn. Tired.

“Oh, Timmy,” Dick murmurs in his ear.

[n1ightw1ng]

Jason grins wolfishly, eyes dancing to Tim, who’s red-faced and pressed into Dick’s bosom. He ducks to lick at Dick’s ear. “You want me to give you another pup, mama? Want me to fuck you in your nest, with your puppy here?”

Dick and Jason finally hook up. It sends him into a nesting frenzy, which Jason foolishly tries to remedy by bringing along a pup who isn't a pup at all anymore.

[youhavelessproof]

Dick/Tim is not my usual flavor but there really is something special about the idea of both Tim and Jason pining so hard after Dick.

he's not oblivious so he's going to notice, but he is going to overthink the ever-living shit out of it and come to an incorrect conclusion.

Tim and Jason are too busy fighting to realize.

[rexisan]

Hey yknow that fic I've been teasing for like.. ever??? Yeah here ya go imma sleep for the next 3 months. Enjoy.. this.