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18! assigned tim drake prophet atp asks are wide open!! pls message me, comment on stuff, anything! i love interacting and i love getting prompts to write about :)

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this is killing me 😭

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sorry ive been dead exam week has me in its clutches. IM COMING BACK IT'S IMMINENT I SWEAR anyways working through drafts and a loooot of good dc stuff coming soon but.... i'm reading sub homelander and brat hal jordan propaganda and feeling... inspired… (bricked)

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nerd4nerd prime hood except i’m in the room while it’s happening

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About your last post, both of them sound fun, and i think it should be up to what your more comfortable with writing

But with that said... I think we should be watching from the chair 👍

watching from the chair..... with clark....? hoooooly shit bruce's healthiest vaguely erotic relationship having to see him with his collection of evil, questionable, kind of messy exes.....

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i love tim drake like rlly love him and the way u think when u write ?? peak. absolute cinema. never stop please

THAAAANK YOU!! trying very very hard. might have missed the bullseye on the most recent but... trying to flesh out how i write him as a character ig. please everyone feel free to send asks for him bc it helps get the writing juice going

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freaky 110%!!

it definitely was freaky. i hope.

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shittttt creepy or freaky creepy or freaky creepy or freaky?? Do eenie meenie miney mo?

i think i hit both. i'm like pretty sure. post might have been too freaked out i've been like biting my nails watching how it's being recieved......

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“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

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author's note: i rewrote this like eight times. trying a new format. first attempt at longer form because smut with lore is sooooo hot.... lmk how i did and if you want to see more!

warnings: this entire thing is basically about unknowing exhibitionism and exploitation. blackmail mention, power imbalance, gross tim, pron, description of porn, tim is parasocial as shit, ummmmmmm i probably missed stuff so lmk

tim drake, who hears about you. you work at the gotham gazette, managing to land a pretty sweet job their even in college. working in research for the hero and villain activity column.

tim drake, who with all his connections, hears you're looking a little too far into the gotham heroes. it a mild taboo to do so, question the identities of the people keeping the city safe, but you're gunning for the mystery anyways.

tim drake, who has all of your devices- laptop, phone, ipad, tv, thermostat, car- tapped or tracked within maybe an hour.

tim drake, who is hunkered in his room with his several monitors. one of the three same sized ones most eye level, is the live feed from your laptop camera. the second is a mirroring of what you're doing on the laptop, and the third is where he's doing his counter research. into your search history, purchase history, messages, life.

tim drake, who lets this be his routine for almost a week. settling to accompany unknowing you in your day to day. whenever you opened your laptop, he settled in to watch. wether it was research, school work, or-

tim drake, who does have a favorite time that you fire up your device. part of the reason he always watches when you do is because he never knows when you'll do this. clicking open a separate window, and opening whatever website you decide to fancy today.

tim drake, who watches you gently toss the laptop onto you bed. who watches the tell tale glimpses just out of the camera frame that meant you were shedding off your day clothes.

tim drake, who finally lifts his own hips to slide the waistbands of his shorts and boxers down to his mid thigh, when you settle on the bed fully bare. giving him the perfect view, front and center.

tim drake, who doesn’t even need to look at the monitor mirroring your laptop to know the clicking you’re doing is to pull up your favorite twitter tag. something he’s gotten to, in a way to him, watch with you the past week.

tim drake, who groans in the empty silence of his room when he gets a full HD view of you sliding two fingers in, down to the base knuckle of both easy. his hand shooting down to squeeze the own base of his cock. he doesn’t know how you do that.

had you been worked up? did it not take long for you to get that way? he knew it wasn’t a matter of you being tight, you had to be with how he’d seen you flinch to push in or pull out even just a little vibe other nights-

tim drake, who thought about all of this waaaay too much. especially about someone who didn’t even know he existed. he didn’t care.

tim drake, who watches you pause scrolling on a video. you didn’t have it saved, even though you seemed to like it, settling to watch it now and several times prior. he likes it too.

a home made clip. you always scrolled by the ones that were too porn studio esque. a couple on a comfortable enough looking bed. the caption was 'service top' something, he couldn’t remember. the star’s knees pinned up by their head, thighs to their chest and the man’s whole weight on them. just small gasps from the person under, while the man is moaning up a storm and talking disgusting to his partner.

tim drake, who watches more so how you settle your hips up over your palm. riding and rocking down on your hand, grinding every once in a while, instead of laying back and fucking yourself with the two fingers. his own hand has since wrapped around his cock- harder than he could ever past remember being either.

tim drake, who watches you work yourself through. he likes that it takes you a little while to get off proper. how your head tilts back, hips start stuttering and jumping, running from the feeling as you're trying to give it to yourself at the same time.

tim drake, who murmurs to himself like he is talking to you, while he jerks himself off to the show without an ounce of shame.

"yeaaah, speed it up lovely- don't run from it. fuck, i wouldn't let you run from it if i was there- would hold you down and fuck you through it every time. would service and top you or whatever- better than that stupid video an' your stupid toys and your own hand-"

tim drake, who is finishing with a groan when, ever so quiet you, finally does let out a soft moan on the crest of your third orgasm. you're finally settling down after, panting quietly.

tim drake who lets out an annoyed curse, the second he’s caught his breath, at how his cum splattered all over his keyboard- and a notepad next to it, that had been sporting a half unfinished sketch of you. he doesn’t move to clean it up yet. watching you on the screen, with hazy and attentive eyes. a dangerous, complicated look in them as he watched you slump and relax, catching your breath. worked out, but not dead tired from it.

tim drake, who likes how energetic you always still are after one round. usually you'd go a few- but apparently post clarity has inspired you tonight. you're closing the tab, and clicking back to your article research desktop. tim likes that he gets the view of you still while you do. you’re pulling up a compilation of hero sightings- from people's phones, street security cameras- a video you've watched before.

tim drake, who watched as you skip through, to pull up a specific clip. tim recognizes it. it was of jason, before they'd known he came back, and before he'd been back on their side. a clip of red hood and batman, having a chase fight in the streets. you get to a two second sound bite of the whole thing.

tim drake who watches as you isolate the clip. bring the sound up, dim out background noise, and get the incriminating sentence jason had said back then: "you haven't lost your touch, bruce-"

tim drake. who watches you sit back in the chair of your home desk. who watches as you push a hand through your hair- thinking, recalibrating the information. clearly realizing. you were smart, there's no way you wouldn't get it-

you, who shifts back to typing. doing some quick research to pull up an article on the current wayne family. he's already running damage control metrics, but does pause to listen to you ramble and murmur the listed names to yourself.

"bruce wayne, richard grayson, jason todd- stephanie brown, damian wayne, tim drake..?"

tim drake, whose cock twitches and is then coming again out of no where, ropes staining up the front of his shirt just from hearing you say his name.

tim drake, who hasn't processed his surprise orgasm, the situation, or anything when you're speaking outloud to yourself again-

"bruce wayne is batman?"

fuck.

a.n. this IS getting a part two, 100% guarenteed. but i need imput on what direction to take... kidnapping? mutual blackmail..? other suggestions welcome....

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tim drake teaching virgin reader how to finger themselves but when the reader does it themselves it's not enough so tim is really condescending about it ?? (gn+afab reader preferably ? 🙏🙏)

author's note: ugh i hate him thank you so much anon. i tweaked this a TINY bit but this was so fun and i think it's rly good

warnings: tim is like kind of a perv and is established in said role. fingering, gn!afab!reader (clit is said twice no other descriptors), mean tim, tiny bit of overstim, undiscussed putting it in for half a second, talking about sex

tim drake x inexperienced but not naive ! reader -> reader can be read as a virgin, but is comfortable talking about sex and knows whats up aside from actually getting the act on

thinking about, specifically, tim who has thought about fucking you since he met you.

it's bad. he's long since gotten over the guilt of rubbing one out to the person he considered such a close and dear friend. you two had clicked fast- but he wanted more.

tim who loooooooovesss that you're so open. you're very sex positive, never minding when bedroom activities came up in conversation. not flinching away or gasping like some victorian about to faint.

tim does take advantage of your willingness to talk about the topic. "you don't know how to make yourself cum? like without any toys or whatever?" he deadpanned. underneath, he was thrilled by this topic surfacing, already 10 steps ahead trying to figure out how he could give you a hands on type lesson on the subject.

"that's not what i said." i retorted flatly, rolling my eyes. "i said a lot of people have a hard time coming from just fingers. a lot of people say it only feels good if someone else does it-"

"okay, well, have you? cum on someones hand? yours or otherwise?" he cut in. wanting the dodged question answered directly.

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best friends do this. this is fine. it's not like i'm uncomfortable, and he sure as hell isn't- you rationalized to yourself in your head. tim noticed you spacing out, and corrected quickly.

sure you didn't entirely know why. but you were laid on his bed now. dim lights, only wearing an oversized t shirt of his. his fingers having just slid home, base knuckle deep.

"you're fucking soaked," he huffed- sounding a little off about it just because he wanted the dominating role in the moment, even if he had to play a little unfair for it. but his action spoke differently, as he dipped his head to lave up the excess slick threatening more to fall.

"not used to it, huh? getting your partner aroused-?" you bit back, not really having any kind of problem as his two fingers poked and prodded and explored. your hips shifted slightly at how odd the feeling was, like pleasure adjacent but not going to get you to finish anytime soon at the current pace.

he scoffed, and landed a mean nip to your clit. you let out a surprised yelp, and kicked him reactively. and then his fingers curled right into the spot he'd been looking for.

you inhaled sharply, sitting propped up on your elbows, having just tightened around him. he looked up, making knowing eye contact as he worked the pads of his fingers into the spot in firm, cruel circles. your leg kicked out again, hands shooting down to hold the wrist of his offending hand.

tim grins, too pleased, not minding your hands or the thrashing, he could pin you just fine if you got too feisty trying to run from him. "right there? feel good?" he purred, working the spot out. sinking his teeth into the apex of your inner thigh, working teeth marks and a bruise into the skin there. "s-shut u- tim-" you started, interrupting yourself with his name when he caught perfectly and with perfect pressure on the spot again while his fingers start pumping instead of just circling. your head tipping back onto the mattress. the rush of blood that goes right to his cock makes him think he actually might black out for a few seconds. he readjusts. head between your thighs. one hand keeping a steady pace, knocking that spot with his finger pads on every pass by of them. one of his thick arms raising up to curl around your hips, preparing early to make sure you couldn't move much, before he was adding the stimulation of taking your clit back into his mouth, sucking and tongue flicking.

the expected reaction was immediate. hips tensing and trying to shift around, effectively and entirely pinned under his arm. to his swelling pride, it did not take long-

"tim- i-i think-" you gasped out, unsure and more nervous than he'd ever heard you. "yeah, you are. go on 'an do it babe, wanna feel you clench and cum. make a mess on my hand, c'mon," he coaxed, feeling too bad and enamored by you to try to bully you into being more submissive in the moment.

all of a sudden you are. rhythmic, tight clamping down around tim's fingers, as he's extra fucking careful to keep abusing those sweet spots he's found to work you through it. all the way through the recedes of your orgasm, he's keeping the gentle motion while licking languid stripes around where his fingers stay buried. almost purring at how you shake more and more when his tongue catches that bundle of nerves the further away from that climax you are.

he does take a softer moment after that. shifting further up the bed, trailing kisses up your front and all the way to your face. peppering the affection anywhere, before he pulled you into a gentle, unhurried make out. just sweet without the heat.

you feel him ease his fingers out of you. the pressure of something circling your entrance slightly, but just figuring he was still just touching. more distracted by his weight laid over you so comfortably.

until that circling doesn't stop. and in a quick, smooth motion, the thick weight of his cock is stuffed a neat, all-the-way in. you shudder and let out a choked gasp, pawing and raking nails down the front of his chest, breath too high int your throat to make out words.

"fuuuuck yeah- fuckin' perfect. all that prep we did was worth it, huh? breathe. you're takin' that like a fucking champ baby," he hushed, taking your face in both hands, keeping you grounded with touch and more scattered kisses to the face as you huff and whine and squirm on the intrusion.

"you feel so good 'round me. and i just made you feel good- so just relax, and i'll make both of us cum this time, okay? doing so good, comin' on my hand for the first time. gonna make you come on a cock for the first time too, just lay back and relax,"

a.n. might have to do a part 2 to this.....

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STOP LIKING TS DAMN. ILL WRITE SMTH BETTER I SWEAR

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earrings by malcom todd with kon el / conner kent who doesn't understand how young adult casual relationships / fwb are supposed to work and he's messed up over it

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Not enough people make Tim content, especially none as good as this🥹🥹 never stop posting legend

aaaaaah thank you thank thank you!!! i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon 😼

anyways stalker tim coming soon. working through asks atm. should it be creepy or freaky?

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HIII I made the freak request, honestly I think I can outfreak you so write to your heart's content !! if u want I can dm you ??

okay yippe! yes PLS dm me. everyone is free to dm me. of course i want to talk about freak4freak tim drake in my inbox and messages that's literally why im here everyone is always welcome!!

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we know tim is a freak, or at least he can be, but what if the reader was as insane as him lowk,, freak4freak my beloved

yes ofc anon i'm literally so excited to write this but i need you to circle back and define freak because i WILL outfreak my general audience im so certain of it

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how do u feel abt clubbing with brucie wayne?

i mean i feel like. mostly horny about it tbh

bruce wayne x top preforming, wayne enterprises senior associate ! reader.... or office siren reader... at the club after a massively successful deal or merger.... hmmmmmmm

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hi new anon here!

but i was think about a like spiderverse! kind of crossover with Jason (🤤) where one or two other identity versions of him end up in jason and readers timeline

however (😈)

the other two don’t have reader in their timelines but they love their respective reader all the same.

how could Jason pass up this opportunity to give different versions of himself the pleasure of reader? he’d for sure take the chance to teach his-self(s) just how to properly care for his love

author's note: idk how tumblr culture works but can we be mutuals. email me… involve me… this is delicious and i want to hear more of this PLEASE

warnings: foursome but like. is it really, yknow? reader x jason x jason x jason. i lore dump in parentheses and ramble about absolute verse for too damn long, cheating but it is jason just not main continuum jason and reader doesn't know and it lasts two seconds, sex? i don't tink its like wildly freaky. lmk if i missed anything! "[ - ]" in text denotes reader's name, i hate yn

anyways. i can see this going two ways.

one way = crazy possessive obsessive jealousy sex. i see this happening if the alternate timeline jason(s) are more 'golden boy' leaning than our main continuum jason. for example, MY main continuum jason is scarred, w the white hair, full nine yards. if any jason fell into his universe that was 'prettier', less traumatized, maybe they get on better with bruce in their world, or god forbid never even died- (like absolute verse jason methinks) yeah. hell no. you don't get to lay eyes on them, and you don't hear a breath about them. you just wonder what got into your sweet lover after the act.

okay now for the more fun situation. either 1) said alternate jason(s) are not 'less damaged goods' or 2) jason is very healthy and secure in his relationship and attachment, and figures in a way, he can trust his literal self, right?

lets talk about the jasons we're working with (and how i'm going to signal difference). main continuum jason, aka your jason, aka mc!jason for this piece. jason who never went through the lazarus pit, just had a close call with joker, but retained his teen years with the wayne family, aka sound minded, sm!jason. and last but NOT least, absolute verse jason, aka av!jason. (who, if you have not read the comic, is VERY different in very interesting ways but essentially came from high society not the street i won't spoil anything else but GO READ IT!!)

the three are walking down gotham after a fight. they'd figured out the interdimensional accident, and it seemed like it was something that would resolve itself easy and soon, they just didn't know exactly when. they'd also just handled a fight, pretty easy and with no issues or injury.

"i'm beat," mc!jason sighs, rolling his neck out as they walked. the other two chimed in murmured agreements, all exhausted very obviously. mc!jason let out a groan when he realized the other side of his predicament.

"shit. you two don't have anywhere to stay. i doubt you could get a hotel, and- no way would bats let you stay at the manor." he grumbled unhappily. the other two just listen, looking at one another for just a second, waiting for a solution to be offered instead of him just crossing off non options.

a moment longer of quiet dilemma from mc!jason, and he's finally halting to turn to them, bringing a hand up to rub at his neck. "... i guess you two can come stay with me and [ - ]," he said, tentative and clearly mostly unsured.

av!jason raised a brow, and shared a look with sm!jason, before the latter spoke. "... who's that?"

mc!jason did blink, surprise flooding his face instead. ".... my- er, our, whatever, partner?" he explained rockily. "... you guys don't have [ - ]?"

mc!jason explains on the walk back. about his lover, his partner. how they met. their family. how long they go back, and the other two don't seem to have a semblance of this person in their worlds, to their knowledge in the least.

eventually, they get to about a block from your shared apartment. mc!jason decided he's hungry enough to stop by a convenience store a block out of the way, and av!jason seconds the idea. the former figuring that you were asleep at this hour. because of that assumption, they end up letting sm!jason go on ahead, with directions and the key to yours and mc!jason's apartment.

mc!jason wasn't wrong to think you'd be out like a light by now. usually, you were. but tonight you were only just about to fall asleep when you heard the front door open. keys rattling, boots being kicked off.

and to your defense, sm!jason looks just like yours. maybe the scarring in a few different places, softer eyes and no white streak... but in the next to nothing lighting of your apartment. identical.

which is why you bounded right up to him easily. sm!jason didn't know how to react, and didn't have time to before you were curling arms around his neck and tugging him into a kiss with a murmured greeting. he didn't even have to say anything. you were used to mc!jason coming home too beat to talk.

sm!jason felt bad, naturally. but it wasn't like he was far off from being the man you knew and loved, and he didn't know how much of the universe altering dimensional mix up he could divulge to a civilian, he rationalized against the smallest guilt stirring. you pulled him through the apartment. into the bedroom you shared with mc!jason. sm!jason didn't know where, or even how to protest in any way as you undid his uniform, redressing him in sleep clothes of mc!jason's....

just sm!jason letting himself be pushed and pulled around by mc!jason's lover. he didn't even feel like much of a stranger in the moment, being received with such familiarity, and he is wishing he had a you back in his life. he also still hadn't made any move to stop you.

when mc!jason and av!jason walk through the door, they do manage to do so entirely quietly. not that it'd matter. your white noise was on in the bedroom, tell tale sign of you being fast asleep- so imagine mc!jason's surprise when he steps into the room to grab clothes for him and the other two- just to see you and sm!jason in bed. you straddling over the others' hips, your own canting energetically. instead of being pissed or startled, mc!jason just lets out an amused huff at seeing how awkwardly sm!jason's hands are hovering inches from your hips instead of touching. av!jason peers into the room at the scene as well.

mc!jason cleared his throat to make his presence known. it took about five minutes of explanation for you to settle from the startle again, but you had learned to be adaptable in dating jason, so you weren't as freaked out as you were interested in the metrics of a multidimension.

and then you remembered dry humping your not-boyfriend in the bed you did share with your boyfriend. all four of you are comfortable sat talking on the bed, but when you recall that from minutes ago, you curl up and duck into mc!jason's side.

"that's so embarrassing," you complain. "'m so sorry jay-" he cuts you off fast. a gentle hand in your hair. "hey- relax. you didn't know. and if you had to grind on an intruder, i'm glad it was still me in a way. it's like you know you're universally mine," mc!jason coaxed and teased, receiving you easily against his side, but not minding.

"i am really sorry about that still-" sm!jason offered quietly, eyes downcast to the ground. av!jason let out a playful huff. "sure you are."

"besides," mc!jason picks up again. "they don't have you in their worlds. something tragic, really, i couldn't survive that. nice of you to give him a little taste of how good i've got it, right..?"

"not fair that i didn't get to see as well." av!jason murmured. sensing where this was going and trying to sink his teeth into the oppurtunity and run with it. "that's true- pretty unfair. my sweetheart isn't anything unfair, you'd never let someone feel left out, right hon...?" mc!jason continued. an obvious allowance for an out, if you wanted. but prompting the situation and his approval of it.

you understood. a bit nervous of it, but also interested in the prompting. "n-no- i'd never," "then don't." mc!jason said simply, giving you a soft push over to av!jason.

half an hour later. and you were situated like this. laying back comfortably against mc!jason, his chest to your back and thick arms secure around him. he'd been letting the other two tag team foreplay with you that whole 30 minutes while he gave instruction and kept you settled and reassured.

now you were soaking. you liked to ravish every bit of jason on a good day- and now there was way more of him and not enough of you to go around. but they made it work. av!jason was situated kneeled between your parted legs, hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he pushed the tip around the entrance of your core. sm!jason had the lower half of his face pressed to your thigh, getting a close up show of the prologue teasing, as his hips tilted not so subtle against the mattress.

you're actually, blissfully relaxed. comfortable hugging mc!jason's arm, wound up in wanting a release but also not frustrated by the current level of stimulation. av!jason pushed his hips forward, his hand aiding in keeping aim against the tight squeeze, letting out a low groan.

"yeaaah. doin' good for us. for me." mc!jason murmured against the shell of your ear as av!jason started to set an increasing pace. everything was warm. sm!jason's mouth was working up your thigh now, and mc!jason's palm was settling heavy and unfair on your abdomen, pressing down on the motion underneath currently stirring up your core and only intensifying the feeling thereof.

sm!jason is very overtly fucking his hips down onto the mattress, wedging himself up high enough now to get his lips and tongue on your clit and go insane on his motions there.

you all reshuffled the positioning and dynamics the several times through the night. no one's climax took long at any point that you did, and not one of the three had to do so without you tight and warm around them. sm!jason and av!jason definitely understand why their other dimensional self is so addicted to you, they could absolutely see themselves falling into the same throes.

but at the end of that night, and every night both before and after the universe corrected his doubles to their own worlds and lives, you knew plenty well that your jason was the one you always came from came home to.

a.n. i hope i didn't lose the smut in the lore. sorry if this was confusing i did my best to keep the three obviously their own person (pun intended) so i hope it wasn't too bad. anyways this was spectacular i'm going to write more dimensional mix ups (see: spiderverse meets dc esque... hint hint...)

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YOU'RE FEEDING US SO GOOD TODAY thank you for your service 📢📢📢 may i request either tim or dick getting pampered by reader ?? i always see fics about them being all caring towards reader but i wanna take care of THEM so bad, they deserve it 😭😭 (if u choose to write for both can it be separately? and gn for reader, AGAIN thank you so much for your works i appreciate them sooooso much)

author’s note: i’m writing for tim bc ofc i am. but i WILL write about dick for this same prompt if someone follows up asking for it, i have thoughts about that too. also if this was smut intended correct me and i WILL write that

warnings: anxiety medicine / melatonin ig? fluff, massage, bath, etc lmk if i missed anything

anyways. i want to like drug tim. is that too freaked out. not in a scary murderer way, but just a “make him take the anxiety medicine on his bedside table that he definitely always ignores” kind of way. someone understand this please.

he’s always soooo high strung, and he never lets himself relax. shoulders always a little tense, always a little alert if his surroundings….

anyways. 10 mg of hydroxyzine, he’s suggestible. after dinner, he lays happily over you like pure deadweight on the couch. the apartment is the perfect temperature. his shirt is gone, and he’s borderline drifting off every other second as your hands move from playing with his hair, to massaging that permanent tension in his neck, shoulders and back.

he almost falls over from how boneless he feels when you finally get him to stand, guiding him into the bathroom. he gets a few giddy butterflies when you curl arms around him and set him up on the edge of the counter, before you flutter around the bathroom, drawing a bath, pouring something that smells like pure slumber bliss in the water, and even lighting up some incense and setting water to the side.

he lets out some sleepy, protest full noise when you ease him off the counter, pressed close as you helped him out of his clothes, discarding your own, and settling you both into the water.

you stay with him there for a long while. comfortable and warm. when the heat starts to lessen a little, you’re pulling a basically knocked out tim out of the water and into bed <3

a.n. whoa centric writing fluff?! i know. i’m surprised too.