my ask box is always open, with anons on, but if you're dead set on having your ask answered maybe check this post about things i generally wont answer
ships are tagged (if its a reblog its probably only tagged one way but if its an original post i will try to cover all the bases i think of- i dont subscribe to the idea that the name order indicates who tops, i just use what i think sounds best)
i try to tag the more suggestive art as #peruse this, and occasionally remember to tag smuttier text posts under the same umbrella. (older posts have the now unused nsft tag)
officially started tagging miscellaneous posts that arent really dc as #misc misc and dc posts that dont have art or fic as #dc misc
My hand slipped… I’m blaming @melodyatlas and the anon from this ask
Tim didn’t register the hit until the blood began to run down his chin. The split in his lip throbbing in tune with the spot on his temple. He stumbled, boots scraping along the loose gravel of the rooftop.
Groaning Tim spit out the saliva that had pooled in his mouth. It stained the mix of gray and white rocks pink. “What the actual fuck is wrong with you!" Tim growled out finding his footing, “I thought we were past this shit! Are you out of your fucking mind... again!?”
A few feet away but closer than he would've liked stood Jason, in full Red Hood gear the gun that had kissed Tim's face held by his hip. It's matte silver metal shining under the neon lights.
“Go figure. You would fucking forget what day it is. But then again you never did care much for me, did you? Dickie was your Robin.” Jason spat out the word, the half mask secured around his lower face obscured his expression.
“Again!” Tim hissed through his teeth, his cape flowing in the wind hitting his shins. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” This time Tim grabbed for the bostaff attached to his leg and extended it with flick of his wrist.
Jason’s head tilted just slightly to the right. His hood falling against the tuffs of white that stuck out from under it. “Tim, Tim, Tim… you really think you can beat me?”
“I’ve done it before.” Tim tightened his grip on his staff, planting his heels into the rooftop. Jason moved first coming for Tim’s left side. Tim spun, skidding along the gravel, the end of his staff making contact with the back of Jason’s head.
Jason grunted, rushing Tim again this time faking him out. He snatched Tim’s staff from his hands and knocked him to his knees. Tim yelped his gloved hands clawing at Jason’s forearm as the bigger man collected a fist full of Tim’s hair.
Bent backward by the sharp tug, Tim glared up at Jason the whites of both their masks disabled. The muzzle of Jason’s gun pressed against Tim’s temple. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the silence. Well as silent as you can get in Gotham that is.
“Bruce will never forgive you if you kill me.” Tim winced as he licked his lips, his tongue agitating the cut down the center.
Jason gripped Tim’s hair tighter in his fist. “I’m not trying to kill you, baby bird. We’re long past that as you said.”
Shifting as best he could on his knees Tim sighed. His closed his eyes, slowing his breathing until his heart slowed. “Timothy.” Jason’s voice had his eyes fluttering back open. The half mask had been loosed and sat askew around Jason’s neck.
The gun moved down Tim’s face, cold and slick against his cheek. Jason held Tim still as he moved to stand in front of Tim. Jason’s belt buckle perfectly aligned with Tim’s eyes. Tim’s silently cursed feeling himself full out between his own legs.
“Open… I won’t ask nicely twice.”
“You never ask nicely the first time.” Tim retorted as the gun traced his lower lip. The edge caught the split causing a fresh river of blood to trickle down his chin. Tim stared wide eyed up at Jason.
Growing irritated Jason yanked on the dark strands causing Tim to yell out. The gun clicked against Tim’s teeth as Jason forced it into his mouth. Tim gagged on the metallic tinge of his blood mixed with the metal. Drool slipped past the edges of his lips.
Tim attempted to pled Jason’s name but was cut off as the weapon was shoved in and out of his mouth. Tim’s jaw instantly started to ache, tears blurred his vision. The red of Jason’s bat blending into the darkness of his chest.
“There ya go. Such a good boy.” Jason cooed as he removed the gun allowing Tim a moment to breathe. Tim inhaled too sharply causing him to cough. Blood and bile splattered on the rooftop and the tip of Jason’s steel toes. “You’re so much prettier like this, on your knees mouth full.”
Tim couldn’t help the snarky response, “And you’re much prettier six feet under the fucking dirt!”
Jason raised a single eyebrow, eyes locked onto Tim’s. “Hmmm…” he lifted the gun inspecting it, with a curt nod and swung his arm. The weapon cut through the air, connecting again to Tim’s face. The opposite side this time. Once, twice, three times until Jason forced his head upright.
Tim panted his tongue pushing bubbles of blood past his lips. He could feel his cheek bone bruising. Tears trekked down his face curling under his chin to form one tear drop before disappearing into his leggings.
The gun was back in Tim’s mouth driving straight for his throat. Tim didn’t bother fighting back, he didn’t have the energy too. Swallowing harshly, Tim sucked his cheeks around the barrel. The movement had Jason’s hand hesitating before he stopped, the gun halfway out of Tim’s mouth.
Blinking back the tears Tim sucked in again taking the gun deeper before pushing it out with his tongue. Jason swore under his breath, his own lips parted. Tim held Jason’s eyes as he continued, pretending like this was any other blow job he’d given.
Not that he ever thought about giving Jason one. He’d sooner willingly suck Bruce off before Jason. Tim shoved the thought aside gagging as the weapon went too far and hit the back of his throat.
Tim lost track of time with each bob of his head. Just wishing that soon Jason would get bored, he had already loosened the hand in Tim’s hair. Resting it against his skull to keep him from falling over.
His knees throbbed, his lips had long gone numb, the smell of blood no longer burned his nose. Tim could feel it smeared along his face though. Jason shoved the gun once more as far down Tim’s throat as he could before swiftly removing it and stepping back.
Tim fell forward onto his hands and coughed. His stomach twisted in knots threatening to send his dinner back up. Grimacing Tim forced the feeling down. Heaving Tim tried to stand but found his legs tingling and fell back onto his ass.
Jason had finished wiping his gun clean and clicked it back into the hostler on his thigh. Grinning Jason reached out and grasped Tim’s chin. “Thanks for my birthday gift.” His lips covered Tim’s so quickly Tim would’ve thought he imagined it.
“You-you’re what?” Tim stumbled over the words, his throat irritated with each breath he took. Jason winked before reenabling the whites of his mask. Without another word he spun on his heel, grapple extended before he jumped off the roofs edge.
I really like predicament bondage I wish more people talked about it with any of the bathoes relationships..
DamiTim where Tim has to hold himself up because there's a noose around his neck and Damians cock below him, if he sinks down he chokes, but if he holds himself up his arms strain and he grows weaker, so he has to find the balance between holding his breath while sitting on Damians cock to let his arms have a break and holding himself up long enough yo catch his breath. Even better if Tim has a choking kink and Damian keeps bucking his hips up to try and get Tim to lower himself back down so Damian can fuck him, because he's horny and isn't thinking clearly.
DickDami where Damian is tied to Dick whos balanced on a pole with the only thing keeping him up being his hands on the rope above him (sorta like a tightrope), both of them over a vat of acid, the doing of Joker or something. And both of them are butt naked beyond their masks. Dicks cock is stuffed into Damian, and neither of them can untie Damian without offsetting their balance. It's fine, just simple cock warming, until the bar below Dicks feet starts to slowly turn and Dick has to walk to keep himself balance lest they fall, and every step jostles his cock inside of Damian until Damians crying out and orgasming around Dicks cock. Dick himself, so close to flooding his baby brothers womb with his seed, follows behind him, stumbling with a choked gasp before he manages to right his steps and balance them again.
StephTim tied in a 69 position in the trunk of a car to be transported. Steph with Tim's cock shoved down her throat and her cock shoved down Tim's (tfem steph ftw.. I love t4t stephtim). They were caught as Robin and Spoiler, and have no idea where they are going, but it's so hard to think when every bump the vehicle hits makes the cock slam into the back of her throat. All while she's trying not to shoot off down Tim's throat lest she chokes him to death considering he's on the bottom and can barely swallow with her cock in his throat.
There's so many more.. I have so many ideas..
oooh these are good nonny!
i have a wip where jason puts tim in predicament bondage where hes collared and its tethered behind him but jasons also got a leash on it so he keeps getting choked back and forth while jason fucks him
all I've been thinking about lately is how Steph should always have her tits out. every Bat should make her take them out when they're around. all her suits are designed to show off her tits as much as possible (and have easy open fronts). they should make her go on patrol with her tits out, eat with her tits out, train with her tits out, etc.
my brain Immediately went to bat symbol pasties and now its all i can picture 👍👍
I was so ashamed of this number that i told my friend i only have 32
Most of them are in fact not in progress just like halfwritten abandoned things i return to every blue moon
Only fourteen are posted but i don't think ill ever update them
I just get so many ideas and i have to write a little of every one but never commit to any
I have around 23k words written for omega damian wayne week (which was in like dec? I think?) That i both never finished or posted any of them
nonny im gonna take off my silly hat for a sec and be serious
there is nothing wrong with abandoning your wips. there is no pressure to finish or post or share your works in any way. and theres nothing wrong with sharing unfinished works either!
its more than okay to start and abandon however many different works you want ♡
all that being said. i fear i am ever so slowly on my way to being in a similar boat 😂 i used to never even start a new wip until i had finished whatever i was working on at the time and now i have how many unfinished ongoing works posted? and i dont even wanna think about how many wips are just sitting in my docs and dont even think about mentioning all my aus and ramblings that ive only babbled about on here and havent actually written anything for 😭😂😅
Jason holding a gun to Tim while fucking him :((. Not enough of that out there...
im always torn about this, cause just holding a gun to someone does nothing for me Personally lmao BUT making tim blow the gun? or fucking him with it? yes sign me up for that 🙏👍👍💜
backhand him with it and then make him suck on the barrel while his cut lip bleeds all over it 🥰
yknow what i actually did start a fic of tim getting railed by goons for noncon fest but it was one of the wips i never finished cause of how busy everything in my life got oop
Jason and Timbin.. Jason catching and fucking Tim constantly theough his robin days..
Jason let's him run free every time he's finished with him, the first time he fucked him he kept him for three hours sat on his cock, and then let him run home to tell Bruce or dick, wanting yhem to see their newest little robin broken and fucked like he was
Except either Tim never said anything, or the others didn't give a fuck, cause Tim was back on the streets the next day, and Jason didn't wait not even a week before he had Tim slammed against a wall, fingers stuck down his throat as he fucked into him slow and lovingly, watching as Tim sobbed against his fingers as he tried to push the older man away.
It turns into a game for Jason then. Clearly nobody gives a shit, he once fucked Tim for two hours in direct view of a camera Barabra always has on her screen, and only got a text asking him to show her Tim's pussy while he was thrusting throughout all of that. So he reconizes nobody gives a shit, and keeps going. He gets mean too.
Shoves a bottle of beer with really high alcohol content up Tim's ass once, no prep and no care, judt to get him Drunk. He's so nice an pliant when he's drunk, lays on his back with no struggle, even spreads his legs when Jason adks, looks at him with those bleary tear filled eyes and makes Jason want to choke him out.
Tim starts prepping himself before leaving the house every day because Jason's so BIG and he's still so small and it hurts more than he thinks Jason realizes when he bullys his way inside of him with no lube just a hunk of spit
Anyways eventually Jason goes on a longterm mission with his crew, like three or four months long, and comes back, and three days later he finds him in his bed, legs spread, face already red and teary as he spreads his lips and begs Jason to fuckbhim. Tim's basically addicted to his dick, cant rhink properly unless he's had qt least one orgasm a day. He tried fucking random men but it judt wasn't the same there was none of their brand of violence.
He only found what he wanted when he purposefully let himself get captured and was assaulted by a group of goons on the street, spend four days with them before he was 'saved' and brought home. Course the others knew he was there, Dick even has photos of his fucked out pussy.
Anyways idk lost my train of thought..
wait nonny come back- tim getting purposefully got by goons is 👀👀👀 and the bATS KNOWING AND WATCHIBFHDIDJODM
but also hehe i do love it when jason is mean to tim and tim is into it 🥰🥰 the image of jason choking him on his fingers too is muah muah *chefs kisses*
warehouse nonny part infinity i guess I'm not done yet lmao. I posted on our employee board directed at him with all my hurt, telling him how harmful it was to his associates with disabilities and how I couldn't possibly think to ask for his mentorship anymore and he responded by adding 12 spaces to the lot closest to us and telling me his door is always open. Cooled off for a few days and decided the help he can genuinely offer is more than the harm he caused since he did enough immediate corrective action. I don't agree with it 100% but I am very compromising. I did send him a very sharp email detailing exactly why I was affected so strongly but ended it with this: That being said, I've always been a facts-over-feelings person at the end of the day. One fact I do want to make clear is that I genuinely respect you, and this misalignment has not done anything to diminish that respect. If you have the time, I would still like to have a few meetings about leadership development before I take time off for school in December. I know there's a lot you can teach me.
Hope he is adult enough to respond with a promise of future meetings.
🙏🙏🙏 im wishing you so much luck nonny!! since he took any action to fix his fuck up that's a decent sign, but it sucks you had already talked to him about it and he made it worse at some point 😭 im sure you handled it as best you could tho, and ending it that way i bet he will be responsive 😤🙂↕️ and if not then we can take up other nonnys suggestions and get jason todd to blow up the warehouse lmao
i just love when jason uses violence and snark to supplement closeness with people he used to have better relationships with. he WILL be getting some sort of interaction even if it has to be negative to make that happen
bruce and dick are The Blueprint, its no wonder the rest of the robins have been chasing that same feeling for themselves. and like. dont get me wrong. each of the robins has a special relationship with bruce that cant be copied, but no matter how special it feels in the moment, when its just the two of them together, or when he praises them- seeing bruce with dick gives them this Ache inside yknow?
