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đ hey uh, fic idea from my bestie for anyone who's interested.
We've had an ongoing discussion about how Tim would usually be on blockers that cover his scent (and considerably dulls his heat to easily managed tummy cramps). Anyways because Robin has to be an alpha (because the prev robins were alphas).
Heads up, most of the bats know. Jason doesn't because he was dead, and when he came back he's only ever known Tim as the alpha who replaced him and stole his territory. (He's been working on it tho, he knows Tim isn't a threat now. It's been a very long time since the Titans Tower Incidentâą.)
But Tim somehow gets hit by an airborne toxin from some villain (because it's Gotham) that has a side effect of cancelling out his blockers and stops them from working. Except, Tim doesn't know this because it's a delayed effect.
So Tim is taking his blocker meds everyday, unbeknownst to the fact they're no longer working and his scent is coming through more and more everyday. Thing is, nobody's really noticed, Bruce and Alfred are betas (can only smell the much stronger A/O scents), Dick's in BlĂŒdhaven, and Tim's been too busy to catch up with the girls or visit his old YJ buddies. And, well, Jason can't smell anything- not that anyone else other than Dick and Cassandra actually know that (Dick because he found out on a team-up where there was a glass leak, and Cassandra because, well y'know).
Fast-forward maybe 4 or 5 days and the side effects of his blockers not working finally catch up to him. (Just so you know going off your blockers cold turkey without very slowly easing off triggers a really intense heat- or rut, that lasts longer than usual because of hormone imbalance. Basically the whole body is going "what the fuck!?" and needs to catch up to restabilize).
Tim wakes up with tummy cramps, a little more intense than usual, but still manageable. He goes on patrol, but the cramping gets worse and worse, his forehead feels hot, and he thinks he must be coming down with something until the smell hits him-- suddenly it clicks and he realizes he's in pre-heat, rapidly approaching a full heat way too soon.
He can feel the sweat beginning to build up and trickle down his neck, the cramps are making him want to curl in on himself. Except he's on rooftop, alone, in the middle of Gotham. So he can't exactly do that right now. The only hideout close enough is 10 minutes away, but last he's heard, Jason had started crashing there.
Tim thinks fuck it and decides that's his best bet, definitely because he knows Bruce is busy with a case on the other side of the city, and not because he knows Jason smells like freshly-washed warm blankets and a gentle pinewood fire; both things he knows will make his cramps feel better. Warm. Warm things always ease the cramps away.
Tim is only just now realising how cold it is outside, and he shivers in spite of the sweat beading on his skin and clinging to his hair.
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Anyways Tim goes to Jason, finds out Jay can't smell him. ("You can't smell that?" "No? What is it? It's not another gas leak situation again is it?" "What?... No it's- ..." "It's what?" "You stink, have you showered recently?")
Basically Tim finds out Jason can't smell anything and lies to Jason, telling him he has a fever and must be coming down with something. Jay makes Tim warm suit and lets him borrow some clothes, letting him sleep on the couch for the night.
But Jason wakes up cold to find Tim stole all his blankets and burried into his side, fast asleep with his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, curled up and making small, quiet sounds of pain.
Jason is confused, but feels his forehead with a frown. Tim is burning up. Whatever but he's caught that's causing this fever must be serious. He gets up carefully, careful not to disturb him or wake the poor guy up.
He goes into the kitchen to get some ibuprofen, heat up some soup, and get a pot of coffee ready. Depending on how Tim is when he wakes up, Jason is considering calling Alfred. He's not about to babysit a sick Robin for the Bat and risk catching whatever he's got too.
But then he hears loud whining coming from the bedroom, a muffled "Jason!". It sounds like Tim's in pain, like he might even start crying, and Jason rushes back to the room. Only to freeze in the doorway.
Tim has untangled from all the blankets and somehow lost his clothes, rolled into the warm spot where he was laying before Jason got up, nuzzled into his pillow and is squirming against the sheets. Next to him, where he had been laying before Jason left, is a wet patch that looks...
"Tim, what-?"
"Jason! Need you!" Tim whines. "Please it's too hot, it hurts, Jason", he sobs as he calls his name.
"shit Tim is this- are you? You're an omega!?" Jason feels like his worldview just got tipped upsidedown.
Tim whines again and lifts his ass into the air, face down in the pillows that smell like alpha. Warm. Safe. Jason. "Yeah. Yes. Catch up already." Another whimper of pain. "In heat. Need your knot. Now. Please. Jason!"
"fuck, Tim I don't-"
"please. Need you. Promise I'm in a- shit- right enough mind to consent. Please, Jason", Tim pleads.
Jason takes two steps forward then swallows. "Are- are you sure Tim? I don't want to hurt you-"
"oh for fucks sake! Jason please. Knot me, don't make me beg for it even more. If you could smell me right now you'd already be inside m- oh fuck. Alpha please, I need it!"
"shit babybird, I don't need to smell you". Jason leans over the bed and gets up behind him, getting a better view of his needy hole and glistening slick-wet thighs. "Just look at you", he rumbles, low in his chest.
It makes Tim shiver, another gush of slick slides down his thighs. Jason runs his hands through the slick and let's himself growl at the sight, a sound that makes Tim heat up from the inside out, like his gut is pooling with hot magma ready to erupt. Or maybe he'll just explode, because Jason still isn't inside him yet.
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to be continued ( I guess. Idk if I'll actually come back to this or fix it up to be a proper fic. Me and my bestie will just keep daydreaming about it lol)
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So you know when you're writing a scene where the hero is carrying an injured person and you realize you've never been in this situation and have no idea how accurate the method of transportation actually is?
Oh boy, do I have a valuable resource for you!
Here is a PDF of the best ways to carry people depending on the situation and how conscious the injured person needs to be for the carrying position.
Literally a life saver.
(No pun intended.)
#writing tips#writing resources#writing reference#writing research#idk i thought it was cool#superhero#dc fanfic#batman fanfic#bkdk fanfic#fanfic#fan fiction#bakudeku#bkdk#jaytim#this was all for a jaytim fic im writing#it's my first a/b/o smut fic ever#yeehaw#i had to google if there was any way to carry an unconscious person up a ladder alone#i don't think you can#mha fanfic#bnha fanfic#coldflash#jaydick#idk any superhero ship works#im done tagging shit
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JayTim
âSo, like⊠Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?â
âCanât it be both?â
you're SO real for this. this is absolutely them. have like. a VERY short ficlet, this is only 1.3k but i loved the thought so. enjoy anyway <3
Tim still hadn't figured Jason Todd out.
For every time he thought he understood Jason, the rug was yanked out from under Tim's feet by Jason upping the ante. One day he was fighting Tim for no reason at all, the next he was crashing Tim's patrol just to talk. Which was Jason's way of saying he would beg for Tim's attention until they inevitably came to blows again.
And this time, as Jason pinned Tim against a rough brick wall and held him a solid foot above the ground to force Tim to look Jason in the eyes, Tim had no idea which end of the spectrum he was going to get.
"So like..." Tim groaned, trying to breathe in. He was pretty sure the slam against the wall was enough to bruise his ribs. His face was already bloody from the previous fight Jason crashed and he had to blink to keep blood out of his eyes. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was his ever-thinning patience running out, but Tim had the brazen idea to say the question that always sat in the back of his head. "Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?"
The question was a joke. Mostly, at least. Something to throw Jason off his balance and it worked wonders. Jason wasn't wearing his helmet, giving Tim the glorious view of Jason's expression shifting as he leaned back, eyes going wide and jaw falling slack. The feral smirk Jason always wore around Tim was gone, replaced by surprised, parted lips.
Tim waffled back and forth on if he actually believed Jason wanted to fuck him. It'd been a crude joke from Stephanie the first time when Tim ranted to her about yet another run-in with Jason. He hadn't taken it seriously at the time.
But the longer the question sat in Tim's psyche, the more he really wondered.
It was the closest he had to a reasonable explanation for any of this. Though, expecting reasonable explanations for anything Jason did might've been Tim's first mistake.
Jason managed to regain his composure by sucking in a breath through his teeth. His eyes narrowed and he leaned in as close as he could get to Tim's face without them physically touching. Just when Tim was completely positive Jason was going to rip Tim's jugular out with his teeth for the implication, Jason smirked again.
"Can't it be both?" He whispered, voice dropping an octave.
Tim swallowed.
Great corner he'd backed himself into with that one.
What response was he expecting out of Jason for either answer?
"I don't think that's how love stories work," Tim found his voice, even if it barely sounded like his own, breaking on a few words. "Courting comes with roses, I think. Not punches."
That answer just seemed to stroke the fire in Jason's eyes. His smirk grew into a deadly grin. "Didn't know you were a romantic. Do you want roses, Drake?" Jason tilted his head, then shrugged. "I can do roses. Can't promise I'll pull the punches, though. Call it a compromise."
Did Tim want roses?
Or, better question: did he want Jason?
That was something Tim had been dancing around since he seriously considered the possibility of Jason wanting him. Tim shut it down every time he thought about it. He didn't like where his mind wandered.
The mental images he dreamed up would probably make Bruce go into early retirement.
But Tim's heart was beating too fast, now. And his answers were too slow. His only protection was that Jason couldn't see Tim's eyes under his mask. He couldn't see how Tim's gaze kept drifting down ti Jason's lips.
"More of an orchids guy," Tim artfully dodged the real question.
Or maybe, he answered it in his own indirect way.
"Orchids, then." Jason nodded in a way that made Tim wonder if he'd accidentally just shook hands with the devil. "They'll be red just for you, Red Robin." He put force into the way he said Tim's name, looking him up and down. "You look cute in my suit, by the way. But I think you'd get your point across better if you just wrote 'property of Red Hood' on your forehead."
"That is not why I'm Red Robin and you know it-"
Jason cut Tim off by abruptly dropping him, then punching Tim hard in the gut. Tim groaned and doubled over, accidentally resting his head on Jason's shoulder. Before Tim could pull away from the compromising position, Jason grabbed Tim's shoulder and held him there, going in for another punch, this time to Tim's ribs.
It knocked the wind out of Tim's lungs. He gritted his teeth and ignored the groan that broke free from his throat.
"Told you I was keeping the punches," Jason said with utter nonchalance. "If you ask me, fucking you up and fucking you can be the same thing. You're just not thinking big enough."
Tim bit back a swear. "Think I'm a masochist or something?"
Jason dared to laugh. "I know it." He grabbed Tim's jaw with the same hand that was just punching Tim and tilted it up. He leaned down and for a second Tim froze. Instead of a proper kiss though, Jason just brushed his lips against Tim's cheek.
Tim tried to ignore the feeling in his chest that was disturbingly close to disappointment.
"See you around, Red," Jason hummed. Then he let TIm go. "Here's a gift for the road." A short shive was slammed into Tim's hip. Dangerously close to Tim's crotch. As close as Jason could've gotten without cutting Tim's dick off, even.
Tim swore. He grabbed the hilt of the blade and pulled it out. The wound was so shallow he wasn't even sure if it would need stitches. His suit was thick enough to have protected him from the brunt of it. Blood was still trickling out of the wound and sharp pain danced through his veins, reminding him exactly what he'd gotten himself into.
When he looked up, Jason was gone.
The feeling in his chest was definitely disappointment. Tim sighed and slipped Jason's shiv into his belt. He could think about this later.
When Tim got home hours later, he was sore and tired. He went through the motions of stripping his armor, showering, and tending his wounds so robotically that he barely noticed his surroundings. Tim was seconds from faceplanting his bed before he froze.
In the center of Tim's ivory sheets, right on display, was a bundle of red orchids.
Or more appropriately, once-white orchids that were now dripping with crimson shades that had already stained Tim's bedding beyond repair.
When Tim carefully picked the orchids up, they were still with a liquid he knew far too well.
Blood.
A note was tied to the flowers and Tim stared at the sloppy scroll.
hard to find orchids this time of year so I had to improvise. can't say i'm not courting you now. and don't worry, it's not mine. -J
The blood not being Jason's just made Tim more worried about whose it was. Someone who was probably long dead now.
Tim's stomach should've churned over that. He should throw the orchids away. He should get a sample of the blood for a DNA test.
Instead of any of those things, Tim found himself smiling. He carefully carried the orchids over to his kitchen. To preserve them, he put the flowers in his freezer while he thought about how he would handle Jason's inevitable next confrontation. Somehow, Tim found himself humming a love song he didn't know the lyrics to.
If TIm had gotten himself into this game, he wasn't going to let Jason be the only one playing it.
He had punches to throw too.
#necrotic writings#jaytim#tim drake x jason todd#no smut just teasing#but it's super short so I cuoldn't have had the space for smut#this was a fun lil thing#it's not Beta read so don't expect much#I just ran with vibes#don't ask me why tim's favorite flowers are orchids. I don't know the vibes of bloody orchids just seemed neat to me.#this is low effort vibes only stuff#fucked up jaytim leaving each other little presents. it's neat.
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more from the wip i posted a snippet of last night?
âItâs not about you two working together- I just want to make sure youâre being safe-â Timâs jaw just drops. He doesnât seem to know what to say to that. He opens and closes his mouth a few times. âTimmy-â âI- /no/. Oh my god, Dick- You and Bruce both gave me the talk years ago, I donât need it again- and I /especially/ donât need it in regards to /Jason/. We arenât- I-â Timâs words get muffled as he presses his hands up to his face, âOh my god. Heâs either going to kill me for people thinking weâre sleeping together or heâs going to laugh so hard he falls off a roof.â
#help this was supposed to be a little ficlet for a long list of prompts but we're at 4.4k words and i havent even gotten to the smut#jaytim#timjay#oh hmmmm#the dicktim isnt in this snippet but it is the premise of the fic#so i guess ill tag it too?#dicktim#timdick#melodys words#melodys works
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Top Jason Todd, Bottom Tim Drake (DCU), Degradation, Explicit Sexual Content Series: Part 2 of mugs hot
Mutual attraction assured, Tim and Jason move ahead with fulfilling some fantasies. [Or, what happened in the fade to black at the end of mugs hot.]
for @darkstone13 and two anons, all of whom requested a sequel to mugs hot ⥠I hope you, and everyone, enjoy! âĄâĄâĄ
#yasminfic#jaytim#jaytim fic#this is more than 4k of pure smut i'm a little embarrassed#but i'm proud of me for getting it written!#and re: the title yes i continue to think i'm clever
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Jason, demonstrating how to take care of a shrunken Tim
(he tries to bite Jason's thumb but his teeth are too small)
Sjfnfjdk this is such a cute mental image. Tim getting shrunk and obviously needing help, but absolutely unimpressed by just about everyone immediately manhandling him. Jason rolling his eyes when it's his turn to try to convince Tim to cooperate and holding out his hand for Tim like 'come on, are you seriously going to be a huge bitch about this' but still waiting for Tim to come to him. :')
Tim very reluctantly and warily coming out from under the furniture he was hiding under to step onto Jason's palm. Jason IMMEDIATELY ruins it by turning around and smugly going 'see? you guys are stupid, this is how you get him' so obviously Tim bites him
Jason just holding him up to his face like 'dude, seriously? that wasn't even a bug bite, you know i can't feel that through my glove right' and Tim is about to snap at him for being an asshole about this when Jason (gently) curls his fingers around Tim to keep him secure while they travel and he just squeaks instead
#he's just going to move him to a pocket but still. cue a bunch of tiny person smut shenanigans once they're alone lmfao#jaytim#deepwithintheabyss#asked and answered
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Kinktober 2024
Hi there! Moose here to share my Kinktober for this year! It's been a hell of a month working on this thing and I am so excited to have the full 53k word project to share with you today! Start from the beginning here or look below to find specific prompts/pairings! Each chapter comes with any additional tags as well as content warnings (should the chapter need them!)!
Day 1. Impact Play & Edging/Orgasm Denial & Bloodplay & CBT - Poolverine
Day 2. Sensory Deprivation & Cockwarming - Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson
Day 3. Tender Sex & Pseudo Incest - JayTim
Day 4. A/B/O & Group Sex - Poly!141
Day 5. Boot Worship & Branding - Poolverine
Day 6. Stripper & RarePair - Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson
Day 7. Daddy & Voice Kink - SpideyPool
Day 8. Bath/Shower/Water Sex & Piercings - Ghost/Soap
Day 9. Size Difference & Nipple Play - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Day 10. Fealty Kink & Dirty Talk - Price/Gaz
Day 11. Knife/Sword/Gun Play & Hand/Glove Kink - Poolverine
Day 12. Authority Kink/Power Imbalance & Throne Sex - Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson (Fantasy AU)
Day 13. Rimming & Crossdressing - Ghost/Soap
Day 14. Body Worship & Feminization - Price/Gaz
Day 15. Predator/Prey & Hate Fucking - Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson
Day 16. Wet Dream & Mind Control - SuperBat
Day 17. Virginity Kink/Purity Kink & Roleplay/CNC - Slade Wilson/Dick Grayson
Day 18. Glory Hole & Breath Play - Ghost/Soap
Day 19. Electrostimualtion & Toys - Poolverine
Day 20. Voyeurism & Cuckholding - Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Day 21. Somnophilia & Oral - SuperBat
Day 22. Clothed Sex & Masturbation - Poolverine (Maid Outfit!Wade)
Day 23. Mistaken Identity/Anonymous Sex - SuperBat
Day 24. Feather Play & Torture - Poolverine
Day 25. Lingerie & Praise Kink - SpideyPool
Day 26. NonCon/Blackmail & Dacryphilia - SpideyPool -
Day 27. Humiliation/Degradation & Bondage/Shibari/Suspension - Poolverine
Day 28. Getting Caught & Fingering - Ghost/Soap/Roach
Day 29. Knotting & Aphrodisiacs - Price/Gaz
Day 30. Pet Play & Breeding Kink - SpideyPool
Day 31. Incubi & Oviposition - Ghost/Soap
#kinktober#kinktober 2024#kinktober masterlist#smut#multifandom#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#dc#dc comics#dc extended universe#call of duty#wade wilson#wade x logan#poolverine#deadclaws#logan howlett#slade wilson#sladedick#slade wilson x dick grayson#dick grayson#jayson todd#jaytim#timjay#tim drake#poly 141#john soap mactavish#john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick
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Chapter 7 of A Pearl is up! Here is a quick preview:
"Tim still hadn't surfaced, the water undisturbed but for the rippling out from the falls. Jason could feel eyes on him anyway and had to fight down a shudder, carefully lowering himself into the dark pool.
This feelingâ the notable sense that he was prey in the lair of a particularly interested predatorâ always made his heart pound, the mere brush of a fin against his calf enough to send gooseflesh rippling across his skin.
Tim was making him wait tonight, nothing but the sense of being watched to accompany him as he swam out to the center of the pool. He tread water lazily, drinking in the afternoon sun while he awaited his love.
The first touch was a careful one, the narrowest part of Tim's tail delicately wrapping around his ankle. It sent a shudder through him, sent his eyes scanning for the breach in the water's surface.
He didn't have to wait much longer until Tim was there, emerging right in front of him with a small smile. Hands circled his waist and he paused his treading, trusting the man to hold him up."
#jaytim fanfic#jaytim fic#a pearl#jaytim#galkyrie writes#be warned this is just more monster boyfriend smut#tims siren form is a carefully designed trap#and brother#jason just wants to be caught in it
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Trick or treat!!!!
đ, @bi-bats
<333 thank u!
hmmm
okay, pulling this one out of the stray!tim au outline~! so like. this scene could end up heavily changed, lmao. but i hope it gets the ~vibe~ of the fic across :D
Stray isnât sure how they got here.
One minute, he and Hood are arguingâfightingâover his use of excessive force, and the next, heâs got Hood pinned to the ground, all of the fight leaving him as Stray slots their mouths together.
Itâs a bad idea.
He knows itâs a bad idea.
Hoodâs dangerous. He climbed his way to the top of Gothamâs underworld in the span of just a handful of months; establishing himself as a kingpin to rival Black Mask. Heâs terrifying in his ruthless efficiency, and if ever decides to turn on Strayâwell. Stray doesnât plan on going down without a fight, but heâs not confident about his chances.
Itâs terrifying.
Even more so because, if thereâs one thing Stray prides himself on, itâs his network. Thereâs not a lot going on in Gotham that he doesnât know about. In information trading, he comes second only to Oracle. But despite his best efforts, Hood remains a mystery. Heâs dangerous. Working with him is bad enough. Fucking him, or being fucked by him? Almost certainly a step too far.
Curiosity kills cats, and in this life, satisfaction wonât be enough to bring him back.
He canât bring himself to care. Not with Hood solid and warm beneath him, mouth opening to his tongue. The moan Stray gets is deep and throaty, sending heat straight to his groin.
Stray takes his time, licking into Hoodâs mouth like he belongs there; like Hood belongs to him. He tastes the lingering echo of tobacco and smoke; traces of the tea blend Hood favors over coffee. Hoodâs hands flex in Strayâs grip. It would take nothing, nothing at all for him to break itâpush Stray away, flip their positions, whatever he wants to do. But he doesnât. He lets Stray hold him down, and thatâ
Itâs heady. Itâs power that goes straight to his headâor, maybe just his cock, which strains valiantly against his jockstrap.
He pulls back when his lungs make it clear he needs to breathe, dammit, and settles back into his haunches. He settles his hands on Hoodâs chest; clawtips resting lightly on the red bat. Hoodâs face is flushed and pink, lips swollen and slick. Heâs just as breathless as Stray; and for a moment, they justâsit there. Staring at each other.
With the helmet gone, and only the domino mask in the way, Hood looksâfamiliar. Stray sees, for a moment, a cheeky smile and wild curls, and aches.
Donât let yourself go down that road, he scolds. RobinâJasonâis gone, and heâs never coming back. Thereâs no need to break his own heart further.
#tenderest touches (break the hardest of hearts)#bi-bats#asks and answers#tauriawritesfanfic#jaytim#tauriawritessmut#nsft#its close enough to smut anyway
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Someone please draw Jason and Tim like this please I'm on my knees begging
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the result of my smutwriting for @zeroducks-2Â đ
Jaytim drunk sex
Jason took in the sight in front of him, desperate to carve it into his mind so he'll remember it even after waking up tomorrow. He admired Tim's face flushed from the alcohol, his lips swollen and wet from kissing, those beautiful eyes glazed over from the pleasure and looking back at him with adoration. Then he slowly lowered his gaze, staring at Tim's neck full of marks he sucked onto the skin there, at the perk nipples he wanted to play with again, at the hard muscles of his stomach that were tense with effort it took for him to move up and down Jason's cock.
âYou're so beautifulâ he panted out and groaned when Tim tightened around him in answer. âFuck, Timmy-â
âFeel good?â Tim asked breathlessly, pleasure dripping off his voice like a honey. His lips curled into a little playful smirk as he moved his hips in a sinful way that made Jason moan loudly. If he was less drunk, he'd probably worry about someone hearing them, but right now he didn't give a single fuck.
Nothing else mattered, just Tim and the way he jumped on his dick like a porn star.
âYes yes- you're doing such a great job, baby.â
Jason couldn't reach far with the way Tim had his arms trapped against the mattress - half to support his weight and half just to show Jason who really was in control right now - but it was still enough for him to reach towards the strong tights that squeezed his waist. They were adorned with teeth marks and hickeys he left there just a few moments ago, and Jason couldn't stop himself from tracing them over with his fingers, stroking and digging his nails into the skin to leave yet another reminder of this night, of himself.
He wanted to remember all of this, he wanted Tim to remember and he intended to leave as many marks as it was possible to ensure that their bodies won't be able to forget, even if they did after sobering up.
âCall me that again, Jason.â Tim demanded, leaning down enough for their lips to brush.
Now it was Jason's turn to smirk. âOh, did you like that, baby? Like being called pretty names?â
Tim whined against his lips, before finally pressing them together in a proper kiss. Jason didn't hesitate to slip his tongue inside, eager to taste him again, to feel the bitter hint of beer that started it all.
âAgain.â
âBaby.â Jason breathed out without stopping the kiss. âSo beautiful, Timmy.â
Done with just laying down, he grabbed more firmly at Tim's tights and thrusted up, making Tim moan so loudly it sounded almost like a scream. Tim's nails dug into Jason's skin hard enough to draw blood but neither of them paid it any attention. If anything, Jason was just happy with yet another reminder of Tim on his body.
âJason- fuck, Jay-â
âSuch a good boy, taking all of me like thatâ Jason praised. He met every roll of Timâs hips with his owns and made him moan in that breathy way that drove Jason absolutely fucking crazy. âI can't believe we never done this before, fuck, I'm never letting you go, baby.â
Maybe when they'll wake up in the morning they'll regret it. Maybe they'll consider this whole night a mistake, the biggest one they've ever made. Maybe they'll be so ashamed of what happened that they won't be able to look each other in the eye. Maybe.
Right now, nothing else mattered more.
#I suck at smut (ha!) so i hope it's not too bad#i need to write smut more maybe then it'll get better#it's also my first time writing jaytim so yay!#my smutwriting#jaytim#thank you for the prompt Zero -3-#i had lots of fun while writing this#im going to post all the other prompts as well they're just#half-done#let me know that you think?#Ana's spicy writing#my writing
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Jason stared and wanted. They were on their fifteenth shot of vodka, but Tim showed no sign of slowing down. Not that Jay complained. That meant he could bond over shit talking Bruce and be near Tim. He had admitted to himself a few years ago that what he felt for his replacement wasnât jealousy, nor rivalry. Tim was laughing again, doubling over the table, his hands brushing Jasonâs. Jason found himself gripped by yearning again.
Tim relished his time with Jason. He had had a puppy crush on the guy ever since he saw those strong thighs at the ripe old age of fifteen. To have Jason come to him for drinks and bad mouthing Bruce was the stuff of Timâs dream. Oh, he knew Jason didnât fall nor desire guys like him. He had no illusion about that. He enjoyed what bond he could have with the young man. Tim was drunk out of his mind but he didnât care anymore. He was with Jason and he could touch him and oh, he wanted to kiss him so badly.
They ended up in the alley next to the bar, devouring each otherâs mouth and letting their hands wander down.
boy do I love when these two are Down Bad, these two stupid idiots ashglfnfvfjf
Thank you so much Jelly this was so cute and hot :') exactly what I wanted!
Here have another little bit! slightly nsfw under the cut â„
«Are you... hm...» Jason has the kid up against the wall, legs wrapped around his hips. He's small. He isn't supposed to be so small, strong as he is. «Are you okay...?» Tim is breathing hard because of the alcohol and whatever else is coloring his cheeks. He squirms, and again Jason can tell he's not erect. Jason leans in and caresses his cheek, reaches forward for another kiss; it's slow and it's soft and Tim melts into it, making a sound as he grabs Jason's jacket with both hands. «I'm okay.» He whispers on his lips, voice hooded by want, and fuck he looks so handsome. Jason swallows thick and feels himself grow harder, nudging the kid's leg with his tip. «Then what...?» He asks, tracing Tim's face with the knuckles. Maybe they should go somewhere else, they're in a dirty backalley and they might actually be seen. Jason doesn't care, but maybe Tim does? The kid makes a little sound and takes Jason's hand, presses it onto his crotch through the fabric of his pants, and kisses him again with flustered urgency as his face goes on fire. And Jason palms it, feels every corner of it with his thumb, presses down in circles. By the time the kiss breaks he's smirking to a winded, flustered Tim, gently flicking on his clit albeit still through his jeans. «I see.» He rumbles pleasantly, leaning down to leave small kisses on his neck as he starts working his jeans open.
#Jaytim#my asks#trans Tim Drake#my fanfictions#light smut under the cut so be mindful!#thank you Jellyjel â„â„
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The urge. The urge to delve back into the Sentient Gotham AU I made. DAMN YOU BRAIN I WANTED TO MAKE A TIM DRAGON AU FIRST.
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the problem with when i get into fairly popular ships is i get into my very hyperspecific interpretation of that ship. combine that with my generally picky attitude towards fanfic and you get "well if no one's going to write it I'LL write it". so here we are. it's happened before and it's happening again
#this is about#jaytim#and like 10 other ships#i don't care for 80% of characterizations in jaytim fanfics they irritate me. i like my tims mean and offputting and stressed okay#and my jasons a little sillier. still brutal with bullets for words and sooo fucked in the head but yk. he's a geek!!!#even when i have to write tim with the shoujo lens from jason pov im like. this is my beloved freak of a guy. he's my most specialist boy#though i'm also not a dead dove connoisseur nor am i that interested in plotless smut. so the pickiness is self-inflicted i'm aware!#this is just me complaining in the tags. not a personal attack! i love n respect my jaytim comrades <333#sheng says stuff
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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vikings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Arranged Marriage, Language Barrier, Alternate Universe - Historical, Consent Issues Related to Arranged Marriage, Violence, Mild Gore, Animal Sacrifice, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Gift Giving, Mention of past rape/non-con Summary:
The Viking leader says something to the blue-eyed warrior in their language, then turns back to Tim. "Second son needs mate. You come? Or stay?"
"What?"
Trader's jargon is useful for many things, but this is not among them. Whatever this is.
"You pick. Ra's for mate, my son for mate, which?"
And oh.
Well.
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While on his way to marry a man he did not choose, Tim is offered an out. A soft viking AOB AU with a side of arranged marriage and culture clash.
Now COMPLETE!
#JayTim#viking AU#AOB AU#themandylion writes#bionerd2point0 writes#I took 4 months to write the sex scene and then I didn't write any smut for the sex scene \o/
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I would like to formally apologize to the JayTim community for never writing you smut before.
Once Batman reenters my obsession orbit, I promise I'll feed y'all.
#soulie writes#soulie writes smut now#jaytim#will i stick a gun in someone's mouth? the answer is yes#whose mouth is tbd
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