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[lily14130]

bunny boy tim…I know this is kind of kinky

[lily14130]

add the continuation ;)

kon knows what costume is good on tim

[rivetingfabrications-deactivate]

Insatiable

When Prince Damian’s away, sometimes the concubines will play. Then they need to be disciplined.

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[marbleaide]

Robin pile!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?)73557£|'yd,ighrsdjyagrkrykufyirdtjgdjjcgjgd 💋👄

/shrugs a lot because i don’t knoooowwww

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“You two are horrible,” Damian hisses out, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible while still putting as much anger into his words.

Not a foot away Jason snorts. Dick probably would have commented, but his face is pressed into his pillow, trying to be a semi-decent person by muffling his moans. He looks like he wants to lift his head to say something, but Jason never gives him the chance as he presses into Dick’s neck, keeping him pinned as he pounds into him.

“Baby bird’s gonna wanna join when he wakes up anyway.” Jason grins at Damian. “You should join in on the fun too, kid. Dickie here’ll be a lot quieter with something in his mouth.”

Damian scoffs, wants to throw a pillow at Jason, but at the same time doesn’t want to disturb Tim at all. Tim’s gotten eight hours of sleep in the past three days, if that, and last night he finally let Dick and Damian drag him to bed before the sun came up and Damian had all intentions to keep Tim sleeping for as long as he possibly could, having grown concerned about the bruises under Tim’s eyes.

His plan would have worked too if only Jason hadn’t decided to stay the night. He didn’t stay in the manor often, preferred whenever they curled together in a cramped pile on Tim’s bed or Jason’s own, but tonight he’d come in maybe an hour after the other three, falling in behind Dick to hug him tight as he fell asleep.

It was only about four hours later, possibly five, that Jason woke up with a boner and decided to take care of it while everyone else was sleeping. Dick didn’t stay asleep for long, seeing as Jason slicked up his fingers and worked him open. Damian woke up from their movement, from the soft little noises leaving Dick’s mouth.

Normally, he’d be okay with it. Normally it meant he could slide up alongside Dick and kiss him until he too was hard. Normally, Tim wasn’t exhausted to the point of hallucinating and needing as much sleep as he could possibly get.

Tim was pressed up against Damian’s side, face buried between the crook of the bed and Damian’s skin, getting as much warmth from the younger as possible. He was still asleep, breath coming in soft little huffs. Damian actually wondered if Tim would wake up in the state he’d been in. It didn’t feel like it, even so he didn’t want to tempt it.

“At least move from the bed.” Damian growled out, kicking at Jason’s thigh from where he’s kneeling over Dick.

“Relax,” Jason says, the end of the word getting drawn out into a groan, grinding his hips into Dick’s backside. Dick’s hands curl into the sheets of the bed. Damian hates that his body is reacting—that he’s growing hot and watching them move together isn’t helping anything.

Next to him, Tim lets out a noise and shifts. It’s not helping Damian in the slightest.

Damian groans. “I hate you.”

Jason lets out a laugh, short and breathy. He doesn’t respond, just grabs Dick by his hips and thrusts inside of him harder, faster; Dick’s cock bobbing between his legs, slapping against his stomach and smearing precum along his skin.

“Dami…”

Dick reaches out and Damian answers the call, laces their fingers together and feels Dick squeeze whenever Jason presses inside of him. Damian bites at his tongue, squeezes his eyes closed, but somehow that makes it worse. He can hear them so clearly; Dick’s gasps, Jason’s grunts, the slapping of skin against skin and right beside him Tim is still sleeping through it all.

He wants to touch himself, he’s so hard in his sleeping shorts right now it nearly aches, but he can’t move unless he wants to risk waking up Tim—fuck.

“Come on, baby.” Jason starts, can see the struggle in Damian’s face. “Dick wants to see how good you feel just from watching.”

Damain groans again, bites his lip and gives in—pulls his arm slowly out from under Tim to palm at his erection through his clothes. He throws his head back and squeezes Dick’s hand back.

“That’s it.” Jason moves faster now, slams into Dick over and over again until even Dick biting into the pillow can’t muffle all the sounds he’s making, screaming as his hips jerk and he makes a mess of the bed below him. Jason moans, movements faltering for a second before he grabs Dick’s hips harder, keeps his ass up, and continues fucking him through Dick’s orgasm.

Damian’s breath hitches, hips arches as he presses harder against his own cock, staving off his own noises while watching Dick come undone underneath Jason’s touch.

Jason keeps moving until Dick starts shaking, reaches behind him to grab at Jason’s wrist, indicating it’s too much. A moment later Jason’s pulling out of Dick and taking himself in hand, thrusting into his fist a handful of times before moaning, body tense as he comes all over the small of Dick’s back.

It takes a little longer for Damian, made easier when after Jason lets him go, Dick rolls over to stroke Damian through his shorts, kiss at his throat. Damian shudders with the extra sensation, panting as Dick finally slides beyond the band of his shorts, gets skin on skin. The youngest lets out a sharp gasp before grabbing Dick to smash their mouths together, muffling the rest of his noises as he comes in Dick’s hand and all over his clothes.

Dick kisses him until he’s coming down from his orgasm, until he’s finally laying lax once more in bed, panting.

Next to him, Tim sighs, nuzzling against him for a moment before lift his head for a moment, eyes only half open and still gazed over. His hair was sticking up at odd angles as he looks to Damian, to Dick, then to Jason. He groans softly before flopping back down against Damian, grabbing up as much of the blankets as he can before rolling over, wrapping himself up in the blankets.

“Three more hours.” He grumbles out, having apparently not realized that Jason and Dick were completely naked and the smell of sex was thick in the air. “Three and then….then bagels…oranges…”

Tim said nothing more, falling easily back to sleep, having not noticed anything at all.

“Fuck,” Damian finally breathes out after a moment when he knows Tim’s completely under once more. “I need a shower.”

[ababybat]

Okay so, I have been thinking about your Stepdad AU all day, and just… need Jason and Damian to have some really great wild sex in their new home. So I wrote you a tiny thing (I really hope that’s okay, please just totally ignore this if it isn’t!) (…also I feel I should apologize for submitting smut…)

Jason growled, low in his throat as his hands found and squeezed Damian’s thighs, his husband’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Damian arched, his shoulder blades digging into the carpet of their living room floor, as he met Jason, thrust for thrust.

“Shit,” Jason muttered, as Damian gave his waist a squeeze with legs that were truly a sin. “Baby.”

Damian gasped, reaching up for Jason’s shoulders as he leaned over him, gripping them and bending himself impressively, finding Jason’s mouth and kissing him. He was all teeth and tongue, and Jason loved it, breathed in his sweet scent as he let Damian nip at his lip, tongue lapping at the sensitive skin, before he did it again. Jason tried to nip back, but Damian’s tongue was too quick- and before Jason could stop him, Damian was using his weight to throw Jason off balance.

Jason fell back, landing with a thud that he quickly forgot, as Damian splayed his hands on his chest, held him down as his knees pressed into the carpet. Jason watched as he lifted himself up, driving down with enough force to have Jason seeing stars in the corners of his eyes.

“Todd,” he breathed, voice hoarse, raspy from all the screams Jason had ripped from him earlier. Body wet and so fucking welcoming from all Jason had done to him this evening-

And god, the things Jason still wanted to do.

He reached out, found Damian’s thighs and squeezed them, before moving his hands up, to his hips. His thumbs stroked little circles into Damian’s dark skin as he gasped oh god-

And maybe later, Jason would make a joke about that being his name still, after all these years. Maybe.

He worked to keep Damian steady, as his hips began to lose their rhythm. He could feel his body’s hold on him, growing tighter, knew he was so close- knew from so many nights together that Damian could get off without Jason needing to touch him, that his hands on his hips were more than enough-

“Todd, Todd, fuck,” the words were tumbling loose from Damian’s mouth, kiss swollen and glistening- and Jason couldn’t wait to get his teeth on those lips again. He smirked, and when he spoke, it was husky, from his chest-

“C'mon baby. I know you’re there.” And if Damian was there, Jason was ready- was ready to come before Damian had even pushed him down.

Damian tipped his head back, mouth falling open as he gave in, reached down and clutched desperately at Jason’s wrists as his orgasm took hold. He shook with it, came up onto his belly, as he continued to ride Jason desperately, chasing the pleasure, the ends of it, dragging it out-

Jason growled, bared his teeth as he pushed up, hard, into Damian- watched his head snap back up, pretty eyes going wide- and then Jason stilled, squeezing his hips again as he came, until he was sure he’d see stars forever.

When they dissipated, Jason let his arms fall limp to the floor. Damian swayed, for a moment, panting, before he eased himself down, sprawling on Jason’s chest- but making a point to keep his husband inside of him. Jason hummed, leaning up and kissing him, gently this time. Damian reached up, brushed some of Jason’s hair back from his forehead, as he nuzzled beneath his chin, placed a kiss to his throat.

“Is it just me,” Jason started- and god, he wouldn’t have a voice by the time they were done, “Or is it getting better with each room?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “-tt- You are ridiculous.” Then, a moment later, “…It may be.”

Jason grinned.

This was only their third room.

[littlemourningstarr]

tim getting himself off on jason's thigh just by grinding back and forth on it

I’m gonna spend my night focused on a fic I have going and not ficlets, but this absolutely warrants one!

Jason grinned, watching as Tim shifted closer to him. He was propped up against the pillows, had his leg bent so that Tim could straddle his thigh-

Although, he was sure the term ride was more accurate.

“C’mon babybird,” he breathed, watching Tim’s pretty mouth fall open. He felt Tim’s cock, hard and heavy, rubbing against his thigh as Tim rocked his hips. He was braced, hands on the mattress, breaths falling in pants against Jason’s chest. “Look at you go.”

“Hnnn, shut…shut up, Jay.” He gasped, hips stuttering forward for a moment, a fresh wave of precum leaking out, slicking up Jason’s thigh.

“Don’t want to,” Jason admitted, his own hand around his cock, stroking tightly. “You like when I talk.”

“Then- then-” Tim gasped, broke off, “aahh, fuck- say something good.”

Jason chuckled, watched Tim’s eyes nearly roll- and fuck, he’d worked him up nice and good, if Tim was so hyper sensitive-

But not coming. Not yet.

“Good like how fucking delicious you look right now?” Jason licked his lips, felt Tim’s hips stutter again. He was dangerously close to losing his rhythm, the friction he was desperately seeking. He gripped tighter at the sheets, whining, and Jason twisted his own hand around his cock, groaning. “Fuck. C’mon babygirl, get off for me. Can’t come without you.”

Tim groaned, grinding harder, faster, his hair falling wild around his face- his eyes the most insane blue, like lightning, had Jason drowning in them.

“I know you can,” Jason whispered, voice dropping, despite the fact that all he wanted to do was growl, was thrust into his fist a few good times and get off, paint Tim’s pretty abs which were working above him. “You’re so good, Timmy. You always listen.” Tim gasped, and god, Jason was so sure his thigh couldn’t get any wetter. “You get so wet for me, pretty boy. C’mon, you’re right there-”

Tim shuddered, eyes rolling back as his hips stuttered again- and Jason watched the euphoria on his face, felt Tim shooting against his thigh, his cock pulsing. He growled, stroked himself faster- desperately, without rhythm or rhyme or reason- and was gone, in three more strokes-

Painting Tim’s abs a pretty pearl, just like he wanted.

[daunt]

Midnighter & Dick bickering with each other and also getting laid. This is all I want DC. jk, I want a lot but this is a good start.

*throws pen into the garbage*

[littlemourningstarr]

when you get a chance do you think you could write more robinpile with bottom damian?

*continues to write filth at work*

“Fuck kid,” Jason cursed, watched as Damian eased down along his cock. He was straddling Jason’s lap, the older sitting back against the pillows.

“He’s a fucking sin,” Dick whispered, his hands rubbing along Damian’s sides, gripping his hips and helping his movements stay steady. “I’m fucking him when you’re done.”

Jason groaned, Damian’s head dropping forward as his cock bobbed between them. “You like my messes, Dickie?”

Dick grinned, out of the corner of his eye catching Tim finally moving. He’d been reclined back in the pillows, watching until now. “Love them. Especially,” he glanced at Tim, “when they’re in our boys.”

Tim smiled over that, leaning over and lazily wrapping his hand around Damian’s cock. The youngest groaned as Tim placed a kiss to his shoulder. “After Dick has a turn with you,” he whispered, “You’re mine.”

Damian shuddered, Tim continuing to stroke him, as Jason growled. He reached out, covered Dick’s hands on Damian’s hips with his own, squeezing. He thrust up, hard- and Damian was shuddering as Jason came inside him. His head tipped back as Damian continued to ride him-

Untim Dick was lifting him up, shoving him down to the bed. Damian’s face was pressed into the pillows, shoulders down, ass up, as Dick grinned, grabbing one ass cheek and squeezing.

“You’re a mess,” he breathed, “look how red Jason made you.” He reached out, traced Damian’s wet ring of muscle, his own cock twitching as Jason’s cum slowly leaked out.

Next to him, Tim had stretched out, towards the nightstand. When he came back he was reaching beneath Damian, the youngest giving a cry as a cock ring was tugged snuggly down to the vase of his cock.

“His orgasm is mine,” Tim said, flashinghis teeth, and Dick had no arguments. He thrust into Damian without warning, as Tim crawled to Jason, settled against him and into his arms to watch.

Damian gave a loud cry, hips canting forward. His cock was flushed, heavy and leaking down onto te sheets. Each of Dick’s thrusts lined up perfectly with his prostate, had him gasping, belly and body clenching up as he tried to come-

“Fuck I feel that, babybat,” Dick gasped. “You wanna come?”

“Please,” Damian whined.

“No.” Tim, sounding demanding, like a spoiled princess as Jason played with his hair. Tim was hard, but he kept his hands from touching. “Not until I’m inside you, Damian.”

“What babygirl says goes,” Jason whispered, nuzzling Tim’s neck. Dick didn’t disagree, his thrusts coming faster, harder-

Until Damian tried to come again, and Dick was fling over the edge. He tossed his head back as he groaned, filling Damian mlre as the teen shook. His eyes and cheeks were wet, and he sounded utterly broken as Dick pulled out of him.

Tim moved, as Dick flopped back in the pillows, next to Jason. He reached over and Jason took his hand, fingers lacing together.

Tim flipped Damian onto his back, took a moment to admire him from between his thighs. His cock was so swollen and red Tim wanted to suck on it, like a lollypop. He grinned, reached out and gave it a stroke, shivering as Damian almost thrashed.

“Fuck, i bet you’re fun to ride right now.” Another stroke, and Tim was licking his lips. “Another night, and I’m going to suck you off until you’re crying, and ride you like this until I’ve come so many times I can’t see.”

Jason shuddered, a quiet, “Shit Timmy,” escaping as Dick squeezed his hand.

“I hope we get to watch,” Dick pointed out as Tim gripped Damian’s legs, lining up with his body. He smiled at him, and wordlessly thrust forward, into Damian’s overly wet body. The youngest shuddered, back arching off the bed as Tim gasped.

He was pent up, had waited so long to get his hands on Damian. He felt his spine tingling from just the first few thrusts- and having Jason and Dick watching him only made it worse.

“Drake,” Damian gasped, his hands thrown out, gripping at the bed. Tim grinned, reached down and tugged the cock ring off, tossing it to the bed. He leaned over Damian, found his mouth and kissed him hard as he clung to Tim. He dug his nails into his shoulders, rocking up so his cock rubbed against Tim’s abs as he continued to fuck him, his cock pressing up tight against Damian’s prostate.

Damian was gone in a matter of moments, screaming so loudly it’d be a wonder if he could speak for the rest of the night. He clenched so tightly around Tim that Tim stopped moving, let Damian’s orgasm milk him dry as he shuddered, adding to the slick mess inside Damian. When the teen finally went limp, Tim pulled out, let the other two gather Damian up, press kisses to his hair, his forehead, his cheeks.

Quiet praise, over how well he’d done. Tim added himself to it, after watching for a moment. Leaned in and wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“You’re such a gift,” he whispered, snuggling down with the rest of them- and Dick and Jason echoed his words, as Damian was tucked safely between all of them.

[littlemourningstarr]

Consider the following: tim, in cute knee thighs and wicked heels, with his pretty little skits pushed up to his waist as Damian totally dominates him while he rides his dick

Let it be known I read this prompt to my girlfriend while she was over and I cried about it all weekend. And even tho I should be working on my fics, I totally need to warm up and if I don’t write this I might die.

Damian’s hand was splayed on the small of Tim’s back as he eased forward, into his body. The smaller man was trembling, moaning quietly as he pushed into Tim’s overly wet body. Damian had taken his time working him up, working him open- had loved the way he’d blushed so easily, the way his kiss-swollen mouth had fallen open and he’d asked for more, more, more.

As he was, pushed chest down onto Damian’s desk, he was a glorious sort of wanton mess. His skirt was tossed up to his waist, unzipped on the side so it all bunched up easily, so that Damian’s hand on the small of his back was on pure flesh. His shirt had been pushed up to his collar bone, so that when Damian had had him sitting on the desk, he’d been able to bite his nipple cherry red, soothe them with his tongue while Tim had arched his back so pretty.

“Drake,” he breathed, fully inside him now- forcing himself not to move. Tim’s hands slid along the desk- knocked Damian’s sketch book to the floor. A few loose pieces of paper came free, scattering around them.

“Damian, baby,” Tim breathed, trying to glance over his shoulder, “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m fairly sure this is not teasing you.” Damian arched up his brow, his free hand working over the flesh of Tim’s ass. It was a sin, how good Tim looked, how Damian wanted to sink his teeth into him, leave him covered in marks that read as mine, mine, mine.

“If you don’t move, it is.” Tim pushed himself up, grinding back against Damian. Damian sighed, watched as Tim managed to pull his hips away, before slamming back against him- giving a little cry as he did so, as Damian’s hand on his ass tightened. “C’mon,” Tim breathed, pulling away again. Damian watched as inch by inch of his cock appeared. “Don’t you want to ruin me?”

Tim shoved his body back, and Damian groaned as he disappeared back into that body. Tim was pushed up on his toes to get leverage, his heels sliding back down into the carpet as he pushed back. Damian growled, grabbed at his hips, shoving him further up onto the desk and leaning into him with a brutal thrust that had Tim shaking.

“Like that?”

“Y-yeah,” Tim breathed, feeling the fabric of his panties, shoved down his thighs and stretched to the almost point of ripping, digging into his skin. The red lace was almost uncomfortable, but it was easy to forget, as Damian continued his thrusts in a rhythm that had Tim wailing within moments. His cock was pinned beneath him, leaking onto the desk, but Tim wasn’t even sure he cared in that moment-

Until Damian was suddenly pulling out. Tim cried out angrily, pushing himself up partially and looking back, hair falling into his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, breathy, as Damian smirked at him- before grabbing his hips, flipping him over. Tim’s add thudded against the desk and he winced, watched as Damian tore his panties properly down his legs, left them around one ankle as he grabbed his thighs, holding them open and sliding back into him with ease. Tim tipped his head back, rested his elbows on the desk as Damian thrust into him, brushing along his prostate with each thrust- almost enough.

Tim sucked on his tongue for a moment, before he smirked, holding back his own moans.

“Wanna be impressed?” he whispered, and Damian’s hips slowed. He glanced down at Tim, amused, and Tim lifted his legs, until with a bit of Damian’s help, they were resting on his shoulders. Damian groaned over it, ran his hands along Tim’s calves, the soft fabric of his knee-highs, before he resumed his thrusts. The angle made Tim so tight Damian could barely see straight- but he could see enough to know when Tim reached down, wrapped his hand around his aching cock and began stroking himself to Damian’s thrusts.

Tim felt Damian’s fingers squeezing into his legs, heard him growling that he was beautiful, and he let his head fall back, gasping loudly. Damian felt that first clench, knew that Tim was close and turned, biting at his calf through his knee-highs.

“Come on beloved,” he whispered, watched Tim arching, his shoulders digging into the desk. “I know you’re ready.”

Tim bit at his lip, bit until it was cherry red again, before finally giving a loud cry, body trembling as he came over his hand, up onto his skirt. He clenched around Damian- so tightly that Damian’s hips stilled, his head bowing as he groaned, let Tim’s orgasm milk his own out of him. Only when Tim’s body relaxed did he pull out, did he ease Tim’s legs down, before he leaning over the desk, planting his hands on it and finding Tim’s mouth, kissing him hard. Tim reached up, wrapped his arms around his shoulder loosely, shivering as Damian’s teeth dragged against his lower lip.

“Impressed?” Tim whispered, stroking at the nape of Damian’s neck, looking dreamy and dazed when Damian pulled back from his mouth.

“With you?” he asked, offering up a genuine smile, “Always.”

[littlemourningstarr]

Dick riding Bruce, Dick giving Bruce a bj, Dick giving Bruce a lap dance.... Just, smutty BruDick. It's my weakness.

I feel you Anon, I feel you <3

Dick riding Bruce and Bruce isn’t allowed to touch, only watch. Better yet if he has his hands tied up to the bedpost so he literally can’t.

Dick literally blowing Bruce everywhere. In the cave when Bruce is trying to work, waking him up with it in the early morning, sliding under his desk at the office. And of course, in the Batmobile. That thing has autopilot, right?

Dick stripping out of his suit at night and always making a show of it.

Just all the smutty BruDick.

[littlemourningstarr]

Imagine Batman!Dami shadowing Catlad!Tim. Tim goes to his safehouse after a long night and slowly pulls the zipper of his costume down. He reaches just below his belly button when Tim purrs: "If you wanted to see me naked, you could've just asked, Bats."

Since I’m still contemplating a catlad AU with TimDami, this feels like the perfect little warm up to see if it works for me!

Definitely a gender queer/fluid Tim beneath the cut…and oops this was longer than I planned, of course!

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[littlemourningstarr]

Please imagine Dick just not be able to stop telling his brothers how good they are during Robin pile nights. Of course he adds some shame for Timmy because Tim loves it ((C'mon Timmy you can do better than that)) and dirty talk for Jay ((you're gonna sit on my cock like a good baby brother?)) but he avid he's Dami in praise ((Dami you are so /good/, damn baby bat that's it, good boy))

*throws hands in the air* this is it, bury me in this. How the fuck do I even add to it or make it better? Oh yeah. I can’t.

[cornflakepizza]

[FIC] Glorious (Bruce/Tim)

Title: Glorious

Pairing: Bruce/Tim, Matches Malone

Rating: NC-17, Porn

Notes: Matches hits up a local club for information and finds more than he bargained for. Cross-dressing, glory holes, blowjobs, and identity kink.

“I hear you got the word on a new shipment coming in next week.”

Matches eyed the graffitied stall he was standing in and scanned the corners for cameras. The loud thump of the music coming from the club practically made the walls of the dingy bathroom shake, and while there was little chance of being overheard there was no harm in being too careful.

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[happytimdrake]

nsfw bottom Bruce Wayne shit

yeah because i need more of it, not just in the form of ClarkBruce so please listen up im about to sexually blow your mind

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[synphstories]

Dirty Old Man - Bruce/Tim

They are never going to have sex outside of this office are they?

[synphstories]

Here be the lead-in rimming, Bruce being way focused, and Tim being just young enough at sixteen to make me feel dirty for writing it.

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[dragonofheaven07]

Addition

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[isawrightless]

Hit so Hard

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