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*Distant sound of frantic running getting closer* *slams door open, eyes manic*
Symbiote AU!!!
Dairy, how have we missed this!? What FOOLS we've been! Bruce! A Symbiote! "Batman" just an extention or suit!
But then? How is there a Bruce Wayne? Simple. His parents found him. Loved their alien baby. Not everyone has to look human to be accepted. BUT! THIS Brucie? A handsome, but sickly man! Because he has no Host? Extremely vulnerable to noise and heat.
Poor, poor Wayne Orphan. Hospitals abroad all his youth.
Batman was an ambush predator. Ten times more terrifying, for having to fight smart. Swallow goons and spit them out. Hijack their bodies like a living nightmare. A true cryptid of Fear.
But ROBIN? Changes EVERYTHING. Dick let's him in. Brucie get "better". He can teach Dick from inside a suit of himself. So, SO much stronger then he's ever been. They are devastating.
Dick grows up. Doesn't want to be US. Wants to be HIM. Arguments. Painful, loud, screaming Arguments.
Jason.
The cycle repeated. But WORSE. Jason leaves him behind. He DIES because Bruce isn't there to take the blow. Isn't there to dig him out and heal him. Too late.
Tim!
Who KNOWS what he is. Who he threatens but can not scare off. Can FEEL the love and support from. Is burned by it. Tries to make hate him, by wearing his body like a suit. Batman has never been so active. So strong.
He knows it leave Tim exhausted. Weak and queasy. Cold and in need of comfort.
He refuses to give it. Alfred is displeased, does it for him.
Dick nearly brings the roof down. Apoplectic. Threatens to take Tim AWAY. To his team across the map. Do better. Or Else.
Bruce is quietly frantic. Has become so used to Tim's body. The comfort and companionship. He... he can't lose this. Not again. He'll go insane. Awkwardly, he tries to do better.
Tim is thrilled.
Tim needs to eat more. He notes. Sleep more. Forgot to brush his teeth. He drags Tim back to do these things. Is wrapped around his flesh and bone. Cuddles around him, as he naps. Rarely forming his deco body anymore.
Finally getting to... to indulge his instincts, he supposes. Tim is not his son. Is his Host instead. It's different somehow.
Puberty is cruel. Hits Tim like a hammer. Sudden new needs and no experience or time to deal with them. Tim is distracted and suffering. Trying to find excuses to... to SEPERATE?! No. No, no, no! He can't do this again.
He knows WHY Tim wants to be alone. Ridiculous boundaries and bodily needs. But the are One. Tim is HIS. Came to HIM and offered! He doesn't need "boundaries" or "private time"! He just needs his needs met. That's easy.
Tentacles while in the shower. Tim ends up on his knees, scrambling against the tiles, as his vigin hole is plundered. His tits and clit teased with in an inch of his life. Good spots rubbed from angles only someone free floating around inside his body could manage.
See? Bruce told you he could fix it.
He can also mimic clothes. Are those REALLY panties? Or is it Bruce, filling up Tim with squirming tentacles and teasing, clit sucking goo? Making him walk around like that? Bathing suit? Or Bruce? Nightshirt? Or Bruce? And what is he doing to the cute little body underneath that "cloth"?
To say NOTHING of the turn the Batman suit has taken. It must be boring. Nothing new. Not to worry, since you're FULLY ENCASED in him? He can do all sorts of things to literally every inch of you. The entire patrol.
While he kicks ass, you take up yours. He swings between buildings. Tim gets railed to orgasm number 4 of the night. Tim can see everything, feeling like he's basicly in public, all while no one can see or hear him. Batman talking to the commissioner about a case, even as Tim is being fucked right infront of all of Gotham's Finest.
Tim doesn't talk about separating anymore, of course. How could he? Who ELSE could give him this? And Bruce needs him! He's Robin.
Just? Bruce fucking his Host so good Tim basicly agrees to make it a permanent arrangement. Batman and Robin. Forever.
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bruce being a symbiote makes perfect sense- his literal possessiveness fits so perfectly and tim being the perfect little host!
Oh? Ooooooooh~☆? What's THIS my mind has brought me?
You remember my Time Stop Au? My mind, genius that she is, has oft be asking! But what if The Reverse Tho? And isn't THAT a delightful question indeed??? >:Dc
Because everyone with EYES could tell you? That Batman? Desperately in need of some orgasms and a nap. Just in general. Always.
Would it fix him? No. But it WOULD probably help! Especially in Tim's early years.
And! Who has greater resistance to Magical Temptation? Batman... or Robin? If YOU were a Time Effecting Magical Device and trying hide from the Fuzz? Would you try and tempt BATMAN to sneak you into his pocket? Or wee baby Newbie Robin?
*sparkles in Innocent Time Piece* ~✨️ Thaaaaats right, kid. Pick them up. Promise not to lead you too THAT many poor life choices!
So Tim finds a neat watch. Looks like one of his parents antiques. Shiny.
Discovers LATER? Omg. He can FREEZE TIME? Gets SO much work done. Because he is a Nerd. But! He also gets super used to using it. For homework, naps, extra training. You name it. And it helps! He's doing a lot better as Robin.
But Bruce isn't getting better. Is in fact, in one of his Tough Case, self-destructive spirals. He needs to sleep. Eat. Rest for just ONE minute! But he won't. And it's BAD. Tim doesn't know what to do. It's not like he can FORCE him. But he knows Stress can kill.
He's franticly researching. Ways to bring down stress. Ways to get people to sleep. Anything! And... huh. "Jerking off" huh? Well he KNOWS there no way Bruce is going to go for it. It might feel good and God forbid THAT happen! No, we gotta punish ourself for days and worry all the people around us!
But... wait...
Looking at his Watch? Tim thinks... But what if I do it?
So he brings his watch to the cave. Goes to a changing stall with his uniform. Waits. Aaaand, there! Alfred bullying Bruce into a shower. Water starting. Give it a minute. Alfred's satisfied he's actually in, is leaving. Elevator opens. It closes.
Click. Time stops.
Slips out of his clothes so they won't get wet. Leaves everything in the stall. Pads over to the shower. And there is Bruce. Wet and miserable. Leaning forward against the wall with his eyes closed. Letting the water just run down his back. Half-hard but clearly intent on ignoring it.
Not on Tim's watch! He did RESEARCH. Using Pornography!
So, carefully, he rubs and strokes Bruce's cock. Doesn't REALIZE yet, that because time is frozen? It can't react to the teasing until time starts again. So obviously he must not be doing it right. Maybe if he rubs and teases the head? No... he's supposed to cups and roll the balls, right? Wait. That lady used her mouth.
He's pretty sure Bruce can't FIT.
But he CAN lick! And he's in the shower, so he's clean. Tim's licked weirder stuff for less. Does he do the whole thing? No reaction. Maybe try sucking on just the head? How though? He tries several ways on now seem to work. Darn. Maybe rub that and lick there? No, but what if he...
He tries for over an hour. Eventually concedes defeat. He just cant figure it out! Maybe hes just bad at this. He'll do more research and try again. Bruce needs this, he's sure of it. So, sighing, he let's go and pads over to his dressing stall. Honestly his hands are cramping and his tounge feels like he licked sandpaper. But he TRIED! What did he do wrong?
Click.
The sensations slam into Bruce like a semi-truck. His hips bucking back but being unable to escape the onslaught of pleasure. Hot stroking hands, inexperienced but worshipping, teasing EVERYTHING. Then a MOUTH? He chokes on the cries that want to rip out of him. TIM is here. He... he will NOT.
But after twenty minutes, when it at most takes him ten, and no sign of him? He doesn't much get a choice. Tim find him, hand pressed desperately over his own mouth, cumming AGAIN into the growing puddle on the shower floor. His whole body twitching, shameful, unable to stop as some unseen force keeps trying to suck him dry.
Tim looks so startled.
Helps him without judgement. He always seems to be doing that. Even though he's just found his Mentor utterly ruined, he doesn't even blink. Just helps. Bruce... Bruce doesn't deserve him. Clings anyway, as another orgasm rips through him.
Stops pushing him away, after that. Is alot closer.
Tim is THRILLED. It DID help! But inevitably, Bruce starts to spiral again. Not because of him. But does it matter? Stressed to the point of breaking down. Every other method exhausted. Time to MAKE Time.
He has to search a little, this time. But finds Bruce in his room. Already trying to De-stress. Good! Tim'll help. Has been working out how to do that himself. Doesn't think it will FIT, yet, but he can definitely do that thing the lady did! Where she rubs herself against the tip. And? He has been practicing fitting things in his mouth! He can do it this time.
Tim leaves, certain he did a good job. And Bruce? Who just wanted a quick jerk before bed? Gets slammed with sucking wet heat and eager hands. Another marathon he can't escape. Butt stuff! Cause Tim found his lube on the bed and remembered that article he read on prostate health.
He has such precise, clever little fingers. Bruce doesn't so much see stars as whole ass nebula. Has a drained, thousand yard stare and early morning sheets washing session the next day. Calmer though.
And it continues. Bruce gets Too Stressed? Tim brings out the watch. Bruce quickly figures out the link, but can't figure out the culprit. Is pretty damn sure he took their virginity. But is it really "taking" if they use you like a dildo? Regardless. Tim has been a rock. No prying question, no judgements, just support.
It brings them closer.
He can admit... he craves a warm body to hold. Feels like a monster, making up the excuse that Tim will be on gaurd for their mystery assailant. Bruce know he won't be able to stop them. It's a magic user. But... Tim is warm beside him. And maybe Bruce can pretend that it's Tim, depraved as that is, instead of some stanger. Hold him close after.
And Tim KNOWS he should stop. Or come clean. But? It's HELPING. And they're so close now! And... and it feels so GOOD. Bruce's cock, grinding inside him. Lifting himself and rocking back down. Or sucking him and just relaxing into it, like maybe Bruce wanted him to warm his cock for hours. Or.. or fucking BRUCE, feeling the other end of the dildo rocking and moving inside him, every time he thrusts, wondering if he's hitting that good spot, gonna make Bruce cum.
Tim can't help it. He wants to be GOOD for him. Ride him and suck him and make him feel good. Let Bruce use him and fill him up. Keep him full. He's pretty sure he's turning into a pervert. And it's getting worse.
He's started to notice... well...
Dick looks REALLY stressed you know? Tim could probably help~
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😍😍😍!!!! tim stopping time to fyck vruce and bruce latching onto tim because he doesn't "judge" while being phantom fucked. tim starting to escalate and setting his eyes on dick 👀👀!!!
So fun fact: I sometimes loose my hearing after a good orgasam. Actually it’s kinda all the time. I don’t know if this is normal or if anyone else gets this. It’s just always happened to me. The best way I can describe the actual hearing loss is likehigh pitch ringing and everything sounds muffled and far away. Kinda like in movies when there has been an explosion and the main character can’t hear anything for a bit. Except for we it can be like 5-20 minutes usually it it has occasionally been longer. It slowly comes back by its self, or sometimes comes back suddenly like when your ears pop after a plane ride.
Anyway it’s never really gotten me into too much trouble but I like to imagine Tim who loves to finger himself in his private bathroom in his office stumbling into a WE meeting completely deaf.
He doesn’t even have to be sleeping with someone. In fact it’s kinda better if Tim is a chronic masterbater pervert that gets of 10 times per day. He gets really good at finishing quickly and quietly. He gets back from patrol 10 minutes before everyone else and rubs one out right there while straddling his bike, no time to get in the shower. He gets 20min of peace and quiet while on a stake out. He sits on a gargoyle the right way and the seem of his suit rubs just right. He once finished just as the bell rang while waiting for Damian outside school in the pick up area. He was in his car and it had tinted windows so what’s the harm. He has and does make everyone turn on the subtitles for him during movie nights or when watching a tv show with his brothers because he sometimes will get himself off under the blankets or just right there on the couch if they are sitting in front of him.
He’s not even into like risky stuff or exhibitionism, he genuinely doesn’t want to get caught he just loves orgasams. His dream life is to stay in bed all day masterbating but he is so busy and doesn’t even have time to sleep so he just gets of when he can….and often. It’s about compromise he will just up a few hours of sleep but he refuses to have less then 3 orgasms a day. Hearing lost be damned, he can read people lips and he’s smart enough to understand a situation even without one of his senses.
Does his family notice that sometimes Tim is completely deaf? Yes and no. His brother just think he’s an idiot and probably daydreaming. Bruce however does notice and keeps asking to check his hearing. Tim keeps telling him his hearing is fine and that no he can’t check it.
It comes to a head when after months of pestering him, and then giving him a full lecture that turns into a fight. Because Tim doesn’t hear him say something vitally important out in the field or during a fight or something.
Tim lets him do a hearing test and Bruce is very confused when Tim’s hearing is perfectly fine.
…Maybe Bruce digs deeper and spies on Tim because he can’t let it go. Maybe he finds out just why little Timmy is sometimes totally deaf 🥰☺️
i can't say i've ever heard of that before but it definitely sounds possible! ears are weird because mine 'crackle' when i yawn.
but tim going temporarily deaf after masturbating 👀👀👀 presents so much potential. him losing his hearing because he can't not touch himself because he just loves the feeling so much. the way his insides buzz and clench the way his whole body feels warm and lax. he finally unclenches his jaw and his headaches go away and in exchange he just can't hear for a few minutes- it always comes back to so it's not a big enough deal to bring up. plus it saves him some of the embarrassment because in his family literally nothing stays secret, any shift or change in his medical file will be public knowledge. tim's even pretty sure dick and bruce have their notifications turned on for any changes to his file.
of course it ends up backfiring eventually because tim had decided to take a small "break" and ended up missing a cue in a fight he was dragged into. of course bruce doesn't let it go, he brings up past instances as proof of tim's waning hearing and it's not TECHNICALLY fully true so of course tim argues back!
in the end tim is forced to take a hearing test and much to bruce's surprise he passes!!
and tim thinks that must be the end, bruce got his answers even if they weren't what he wanted.
...but tim does not consider just how INTENT bruce can be when he smells a mystery.
so bruce spies like he usually does, is surprised by just how much time time spends masturbating and the places he does it in (as well as his almost commendable efficiency?). and after hearing tim through a bug finish in his car and then exit to cross the street to enter a cofeeshop bruce...feels something when a driver loudly honks at tim but tim doesn't react at all.
he begins to suspect and then put it together until he gets his answer behind tim's mysterious deafness.
Adding on to this: once Bruce figures it out, he decides that Tim clearly can’t be trusted with his own masturbatory habits, and refuses to allow Tim out unless he wears a chastity belt. Tim refuses, saying he won’t be at peak performance if he’s too horny. Bruce relents and says he can have a vibrator and plugs on the belt- but only if Bruce has complete control over them.
One time Tim goes out without his belt and almost makes a serious mistake because of it. Bruce is furious, so he benches Tim and forces him to wear the belt all the time until he learns his lesson. But he refuses to let Tim cum, to teach him restraint.. at least at first. But Bruce is an absolute control freak, and he likes seeing Tim all teary eyed and desperate, begging him to cum, promising that he learned his lesson. Bruce agrees… as long as he always asks Bruce for permission first.
I am trying to write hot, sexually charged moments between characters, and they are refusing to cooperate. In this instance, Tim and Jason were supposed to be unintentionally be working together while they both take down the same drug bust. Instead, Tim is beating Jason at his own game and it doesn’t look like I’ll get the have my moments at all. Arrrrgh!
A little A/B/O notfic I put together about Tim bitching Ra’s. Bitching in the omegaverse is turning an alpha into an omega through the use of gratuitous sex and in this case noncon. This is obviously rated E for explicit!
Content Warning: noncon, forced A/B/O gender reassignment, forced mpreg, some incest, sort of Batcest but not really
So this is a society where omegas are pretty rare. Bitching can only be done with the person’s formal consent, but it's almost never done because it's really hard to get your hands on the right materials and tools. Obviously not a problem for billionaire Tim Wayne. Ra's has been captured, declared insane, and sentenced to Arkham. Arkham signs off on him being bitched, which they can do because he's been declared insane and they have legal custody. As an omega, he'll be kept nice and docile and bred, and therefore not a threat. So he gets signed into the custody of Tim Wayne. Because Tim has legal custody of Ra’s, he gets complete and total control over him.
Tim obviously take this responsibility very seriously. He keeps Ra's bound in a mating presentation position. He's gagged with a dildo gag most of the time, which they steadily increase in size to allow time for his jaw to get used to it and to train his gag reflex. After all, Tim is not small (Tripod Tim! Tripod Tim!) and any good omega has to be able to take their alpha in any hole. But when Tim wants to use his mouth, they use a custom make o-ring that keeps it open wide enough for Tim to fit, so Ra’s can’t bite down. And of course toys are used so his hole is ready for constant use.
He's kept in a nest his alpha constructed for him and which Tim scented all over, so he's constantly surrounded by his alpha's scent. His own scent glands are covered with omega pheromones so he can't smell his own alpha scent. He's injected with hormones that are basically HRT, so eventually his own scent changes to make him smell like an omega. His scenting glands become more omegan too, and eventually, once he's been on HRT long enough Tim will give him the equivalent of a mating bite, which will help confuse his body and move the transition along. Tim keeps his cock caged, not only so that it can't get hard at all, but so it can't grow to its full size, because omegas don't need such large cocks.
Tim is of course a very attentive alpha. He feeds Ra's himself from his own hands, so Ra's is dependent on him for food, and coos over him, telling him what a good omega he is. When Tim can't be with Ra's in person– he is after all a very busy alpha– he sets voice recordings, so Ra's can always hear Tim telling him what a good little omega he is, how perfect he'll look when he's nice and round with Tim's pups. After all, he wanted an heir with Tim so badly, it only makes sense that he'll carry it for him.
And of course he spends plenty of time knotting his good little omega. He takes his time with it. Tim knows he's big, and his knot is even bigger, and Ra's pussy is not ready to take him right from the start. In the beginning he has to satisfy himself with coming on his little omega, or mixing his cum in with his food.
But cum is a very important part of any omega's diet, and Tim is a very good alpha. He attends to his omegas every need, making sure he gets exactly the right amount of food and exercise. Eventually, after he's been on hormones for a while, they inject him with something that will put him through a false heat. It's the only time he's allowed out of his restraints. Tim gently reminds him that if Ra's really wanted to escape, he could have. After all, he’s a much better fighter than Tim. But instead he spent the whole time begging for Tim's knot. There are cameras that captured the whole thing, and Tim makes a point to keep it playing on a loop, so Ra’s is constantly surrounded by the sounds and visuals of himself begging for Tim’s knot. (Unless Tim is there. Then he gets a break from it... if Tim feels like it. Sometimes he keeps it playing so he can torment Ra’s, remind him how sweetly he begged for Tim’s knot.)
Ra's obviously does not take this lying down. He tries to escape. Of course, Tim had tested his restraints out on the Bat Clan, so he has no hope of actually escaping. But Tim let him try, if only so he could punish him when he failed. Tim is very careful not to leave permanent marks. He doesn't want to disfigure his omega too badly. But a whipping scar or two is acceptable. The easiest and most effective punishment is to take his frustrations out of Ra's poor locked up cock and balls. Tim especially likes spanking him on the balls, he loves the way it makes Ra's howl. And after all, a cock on an omega is basically just a useless clit, so it's fine to hurt it.
Ra's is being forcibly omegaized. Dealer's choice whether he gets actual proper boobs or just technically has the right breast tissue, but Tim's been massaging them and dousing Ra's in pup hormones to try and make him lactate. And not just any pup hormones, but Damian's pup hormones, scented when Damian was sick and in pain. Damian is already blood related to Ra's, so it really fucks with him to smell his pup in distress. And every time they do this they douse him with omega hormones so he goes wild with worry, his omega instincts really kicking in. And eventually, Ra's starts lactating.
On the one hand, it's humiliating and oh so degrading. But Tim praises him so sweetly, tells him what a good omega he is, how perfect he's being, and touches him so sweetly. And he lets Ra’s come, which he doesn't normally allow, because good omegas should come from their pussy alone and Ra’s can’t come just from being fucked (yet). Good omegas don't need their little cocks played with, and Ra's cock is all locked up. But Tim makes an exception because Ra's has been such a good boy for him.
Tim comments that Ra's is going to need a smaller cage soon, because the hormones are making his dick shrink like a good omega’s. After all, an omega’s dick is basically just an extra clit. But now that Ra's is lactating, they can move on to the next step. Of course Tim get first dibs on tasting his milk, and for a little while he wants to keep that sweet sweet milk all to himself. But eventually, he brings Damian in.
Damian is still just a pup. At the League, he had omegas to feed from all the time. But the Wayne pack doesn't have any omegas, so poor Damian's left without any milk. Until now. And even better, he can be fed by family, not some random omega the League owns. (The League, meanwhile, is under Talia's strict control, hence why Ra's has not been rescued. She has ruthlessly rooted out any of Ra's’ supporters.) So Ra's is injected with heavy duty hormones until all he can do is beg and whine for a knot and his breasts are aching and leaking. He has to be restrained, but only so he won't rut up against poor Damian, who's only a pup, after all. And Ra's instincts are going crazy, because on the one hand he desperately needs a knot, but on the other, his pup needs to be fed.
Of course Tim needs to make sure Ra's gets his exercise, so they have lovely little machines like standing bike with a dildo for a seat, a treadmill where nipple clamps are attached and he has to keep up or have his nipples be painfully pulled. That sort of thing. Tim has to keep his omega in excellent shape, after all.
And eventually, through the careful application of hormones, pheromones, and an intense physical regimen, Ra's finally splits a cunt. Tim is so proud. He parades him naked around Wayne manor so all the Bat family can oo and ah over his perfect new omega. Of course Tim has also carefully documented this process. It was necessary to do to ensure that they're keeping up with Ra's treatment, and they had to check in with the doctors at Arkham regularly. Tim's also thinking about publishing a book, he tells his family as they all examine Ra's' new cunt.
Damian in particularly curious because he's never seen a pussy before, and he spends plenty of time exploring it with his fingers as he asks Tim questions about the process. Completely ignoring Ra's of course. Tim also shows off just how big the toys he can fit into Ra's are. For example, he has one of those obscenely long dildos that fits all the way down Ra's' throat. It has a hole down the middle so he can keep it there and Ra's can still breath, which he occasionally does just because he can. He also hows off how he can now fit his entire fist up Ra's' ass (which is no longer called his pussy, now that his real pussy has arrived), and they all make a game of sticking their fists in. Jason has the biggest hands, and he's curious if it will fit (it does).
Tim explains that now that Ra's is broken in he's ready to be presented to the public as Timothy Wayne's new omega. Of course he'll accompany Tim to certain social events (chained and leashed, of course) to show off Tim's virility as an alpha. Tim can brag about how he did the whole thing himself, he didn't bother with a service who could have handled this sort of thing for him.
Reporter: So does this mean the Waynes have a new pack omega?
Tim, with sitting Ra's bound and chained, completely naked at his feet: No, I'm afraid he's not worthy of being a proper pack omega. But he comes from good breeding stock, and that's worth something all on its own.
Naturally Tim shows off the assets, spreading Ra's pussy lips wide so the camera can get a good view of the perfect cunt he created. Tim has also pierced Ra's' nipples and clit to run lovely delicate chains between them. Pure gold piercing and chains, dripping with emeralds. After all, those are the al Ghul colors, and Ra’s deserves to wear them publicly.
Tim obviously gives Ra's a proper mating bite, so that Ra’s is marked as his forever. Of course Ra's is not allowed to mate Tim, because Tim might find a worthy mate someday, and Ra's is not that. But Tim has staked his claim for all to see.
Of course now that Ra's is a proper omega it's time to breed him. He'll eventually be weaned off all the hormones and supplements as his body starts producing them naturally, but now that Tim's shown off to the world that he created his omega, it's time to get his money's worth. They give him hormones that will send him into a natural heat. It will be a very intense one, because it's his first heat, so it will be a lot of work to see it through. But Tim is a good alpha, and by the end of it, his omega will be bred.
Tim spend the whole heat with his omega as he whines and begs to be knotted and bred. Everything is recorded from all angles so he can play it back for Ra's later, so he can see how he begged for his alpha's knot. By the end of it Ra's has caught not one, not two, but three times, a proper litter and excellent for a first time omega.
Now that Ra's is pregnant, Tim is extra affectionate. He's always rubbing Ra's' belly, telling him how excited he is for their pups to grow. And he starts showing early, at only six weeks. Which makes sense for a first time carrying three pups. Tim proudly shows him off to the rest of the family, who all congratulate him on being such a good alpha, pupping his omega so quickly. He also takes plenty of pictures, the best of which I think he posts publicly, especially once Ra's' belly gets really big.
Ra's meanwhile is hopped up on omega hormones, both real and artificial (nothing that will hurt the babies, of course!). His brain is mush and he's so horny all the time, poor Tim can't keep up. But that's okay. Now that he's already pregnant, Tim has no problem sharing. He especially want to make sure Ra's doesn't lose all that work they did training his ass (not gonna happen because Tim keeps him plugged, which has the added benefit of making his pussy tighter. But better safe than sorry!). It's especially good for Jason to have someone to take his anger out on, and Ra's is so slick and ready all the time he can take it fast and rough. Jason loves giving Ra’s a good spanking and then fucking him hard in whichever hole he spanked.
Cue Ra's being tied up for public use in Wayne Manor. He's got the chains running between his nipple and clit piercing for anyone to tug on and make him suffer if they're in a bad mood. Bruce sometimes takes him into his office, shoves him under the desk, and uses Ra's to warm his cock (with a spider gag so he can't bite down of course– Tim's trained him well enough that he can wear one for hours now). Sometimes he'll facefuck him, or shove his cock all the way down Ra's' throat. Not for long, it wouldn't do to hurt the babies by depriving Ra’s of oxygen. But it feels like just retribution for all the pain Ra's has put his family through.
All the Bats have been making use of Ra's as a stress relief toy. By the end of every night he's always dripping in cum, and Tim always adds at least one more load before he puts him away for the night. Usually it's dripping out of all three holes, and streaked across his face and body. The one Bat who hasn't really been involved in this is Damian. He feels like he's not allowed because Ra's is his grandfather. Obviously Tim debases him of this notion.
Damian is very hesitant because he's never done this before, and he's only a pup. But Tim is very encouraging. Of course Damian comes in about two seconds because he's so inexperienced, but that's okay. He's young, he can go a few more times before he's done.
"It's all about your pleasure," Tim explains.
Tim encourages Damian to be a little rough with it, to pull on Ra's nipple rings as he fucks him. Damian is fascinated with the way it makes his breasts bounce.
"Not too hard," Tim cautions. "You don't want to rip them out. But if you want to really make it hurt we can put on the clamps."
Damian does, so they do, and he's fascinated by Ra's whimpers of pain. It's amazing to see his grandfather, who Damian thought of as so all powerful, brought low like this. But that's why Tim wanted Damian to do this, so he could see his grandfather as just a man. Less than that, as breeding stock.
Tim throws a dinner party for some WE investors, including a few people who knew Ra's from before. (Shady people Tim is working to bring down, but useful for his purposes.) Ra's is draped in the finest golden chains and translucent silks so everyone can admire how big his breasts are getting now that he’s pregnant and his little caged cock. (Now that it's proper omega sized, the cage doesn't stop him from getting hard the way it used to, but it still looks pretty, all filigree and tasteful gems. And of course Tim has a smaller cage if he wants to punish him.)
Everyone exclaims over what a good job Tim has done. "I'd never bother with bitching myself, but you've done damn well for yourself Wayne," one man says. Tim accepts their compliments with perfect grace, and even allows them to fondle his omega.
"Look, they're so small!" One woman says, rolling his balls between her fingers.
To really show off, he removes and shows off the giant silver dildo gag Ra's has been sucking on all night, to appropriate oos and ahs.
Of course by this point Ra's is getting really big. He started looking nine months pregnant by month five, so in the third trimester he's really waddling around. His center of balance is completely fucked and he's huge, and Tim loves it. He laves attention onto his stretch marks, loving that even if Ra's managed to somehow escape, there will always be this permanent reminder that he was Tim's (beyond the fact that he's now an omega of course). He stokes Ra's belly and tells him what a good omega he is for him, how perfect he's going to be birthing his pups.
Tim has made all the preparations necessary for Ra’s to give birth. It will be an all natural birth, of course– no pain meds. Natural is best, after all.
It's a long, arduous birth. Of course Ra's is also chained to the bed so he can't escape (he is still serving a life sentence after all), but it's long enough that it allows him some movement, and his legs are hobbled. Ra's is begging for an epidural, but the doctors say "Mr. Wayne said it's going to be a natural birth, you can do it, just keep pushing!" Very soft and encouraging, but condescendingly so. Tim is the first to hold the babies and he coos over them. But he doesn't let Ra's touch them until he verbally promises to be good, which makes his omega instincts go haywire. (Of course he doesn't expect Ra's to actually mean it, but he wants Ra's to have to say it.) After the birth Ra's makes a plan to use the babies as pawns to get him out of there, but Tim anticipates that and has him wearing a cleverly disguised shock color, which looks like just a regular ornamental collar, so Ra's didn't know about the shocking ability until it was too late.
As punishment for his attempted escape, Tim puts him in solitary confinement for 72 hours, and when he's let out he's a whining begging mess, desperate to see his babies (who have been taken very good care of by nursemaids, and surrounded by Ra's scent so they're not confused about where their mother went). He's driven practically feral by his desperate omegan desire to make sure his pups are safe.
Of course Tim is a very attentive alpha, so he doesn't touch Ra's at all down there while he's healing. He makes do with only his mouth, a worthy sacrifice.
At this point Ra's is able to go off the hormones, but perhaps they keep him on a few because it makes him hornier and more fertile. I think Talia comes to visit once, just to see what has become of him.
And as soon as Ra's is all healed up, the process begins again. Of course his litters get larger as his body adjusts, and Tim eventually lets the other Waynes join for a heat (including or excluding Damian, depending on your preference), and Ra's catches a truly staggering number of times that pregnancy. They joke he’s carrying one from each of them, but it actually turns out to be true.
……its ok that I really like handful of petals right. it doesnt make me a bad person. not that I think youre bad for writing it. idk
Here's the thing: none of what I write is real. It's 100% made up, fictional, no real teenagers are involved in any way, shape or form. Enjoying "bad" fiction does not make you a bad person. If it did, we would have to take a very close look at everyone who watches AND writes/produces horror/splatter/crime films/shows.
This, one hundred thousand percent. I haven’t posted much of the fucked up stuff I’ve written (yet) because I’ve been focused first on my genderswapped Jaskier fic, and more recently on my JayTim fic, both of which are just good smutty fun. But I do write it, and I will not be accepting criticism for liking IRL bad kinks at this or any time.
Having some E rated A/B/O JayTim thoughts based on something in the Capes & Coffee Discord server. Huge, buff, Omega Jason and small, dainty Alpha Tim who dotes upon his gorgeous atypical omega, showering him in jewels and pretty things. Notfic below the cut!
Jason doesn’t generally like alphas because they tend to try and dominate him, but Tim isn’t like that. He’s always very respectful of Jason’s space and decisions. He never intrudes, never tries to tell Jason what to do. As they get to know each other better, naturally Jason starts to fall for Tim, and one day he blurts out “Why are you still single? You’re the whole package.” And Tim laughs and says that there are plenty of omegas who don’t want an alpha who looks like him, even thought Tim could probably take down any alpha twice his size in a fight.
“I’ve never actually been with an omega before. Steph and Bernard were both betas, and Kon was an alpha.” Jason is glad to hear that Tim’s not with the clone, because he hadn’t been sure, but he doesn’t know where to go from there. Instead he blurts out “Do you want to try it?”
“Being with an omega?” Tim asks, nonplussed.
“Yeah. I mean, I’m an omega, and we could...” Jason trails off, blushing scarlet. He just propositioned Tim, completely out of nowhere.
But Tim just swallows hard and says “Yeah. I mean, I’d like that, if you want to. I can promise I won’t be a knothead about it.”
So they set a date, and Tim is super gentle about it. He absolutely worships Jason’s body, driving him mad and eating him out before he even fully gets his cock out. Then he fucks him softly at first, and then nice and hard at Jason’s request. It’s the best sex Jason’s ever had, and he wants more. So they form a friends-with-benefits thing. But as they grow closer, they both fall hard for each other.
Tim asks Jason to wear something special for him. Of course he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t like it, but Tim presents him with traditional omega jewelry, beautiful body chains that drape over his torso and limbs, made with precious metals and jewels. And Jason’s like “I’m not like that. I’m not a dainty little omega.” And Tim’s like “I know you’re not, and I don’t want you to be. But you still deserve to feel beautiful. It will all fit you, I checked.” Little does Jason know this is all the ancestral Drake family omega jewels.
Naturally, Jason looks gorgeous. And Tim fucks him in it, and then plugs him up with a solid gold plug with the Red Robin symbol on the jewel encrusted bottom. It’s a vibrating plug, designed with an app Tim programed himself to be unhackable.
That’s it, those are my thoughts. I may add more to this later, or make a real ficlet out of this. Obviously, eventually they get together and Jason eventually finds out that these are the Drake family jewels Tim is using, and they live happily ever after, the end.
When Jason starts teaching free self defense classes, the last person he expects to show up is his replacement. Tim hears about Jason’s lessons and takes it upon himself to make sure the Red Hood’s not up to something, so in retaliation Jason uses him as a test dummy for the class. Neither of them expect to like it quite that much.
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Jason is genuinely surprised when Tim walks in for his self defense class the next week. Once is to check up on him, twice is to prove a point. Jason’s gotta hand it to him, babybird’s got guts to keep showing up here, but he can’t imagine why he’s here a third time. As it happens, neither can Tim. Or he can, but he’s refusing to admit it. He is not spending an hour each week at a self defense class he doesn’t need just to spend time with Jason. That cannot be the reason.
… It absolutely is the reason. Fuck .
Tim sighs and enters the gym. It’s not his fault Jason is unreasonably attractive and happens to have been Tim’s childhood hero. He waves to Maria, drifting over to where she’s talking to a cluster of regulars. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jason notice him. Surprise flashes across his face, so at least it’s not a total loss.
He chats with the other regulars until class begins, partnering with Maria again. Jason still uses him as a test dummy, but Tim’s stopped tensing up whenever Jason comes at him. He forces himself not to notice how warm Jason is against his back, or the muscles he can feel through his thin t-shirt.
Midway through class the pair practicing next to Tim and Maria calls Jason over for help.
“No matter what I do, I still can’t get this move right.” Angelica, one of the regulars, says.
“Hold on. Do it again slowly, and let’s see if we can’t figure out what’s going wrong.” Jason says. Tim glances over and immediately sees the problem.
“It’s the angle.” Tim says. “The angle is wrong. You’re trying to do the move as if the person attacking you is smaller than you, because that’s how Jason does it. Here, Jason come at me.” He positions himself accordingly, and Jason moves to attack him.
“See?” Tim says as he breaks Jason’s hold. “The angle is different when you’re coming at it from below.”
Shit, Jason thinks, the replacement is right. How did he miss that? “Try it again from the new angle.” He says, adjusting her position.
Naturally it works perfectly. “Thanks Tim.” Angelica says, shooting him a grateful smile.
“Glad to help.” Tim replies. Jason glares at him. He’d have figured it out on his own, Tim just got there first. Stupid replacement’s too damn short. As punishment, Jason calls the class to attention to point out the error, so no one else makes the same mistake.
… Who’s he punishing again?
For the last half hour of the class, Jason leads them over to several punching bags he set up.
“Knowing how to throw a punch is important. One good hit can take an opponent down and give you enough time to get away.” He explains.
Tim, who has had perfect punching techniques drilled into him since he was a child, has excellent technique, although Jason can see he’s not putting nearly as much power into it as he’s capable of. Replacement’s got a lot of muscle hidden in that compact frame.
Class comes to an end, and everyone gathers their things to leave. Tim is chatting with Angelica about technique when Jason calls him over.
“Hey Timbo! Got a second? I could use a hand putting these bags away.” He says, jerking his head at the punching bags in question. Tim stiffens almost imperceptibly, his face going into a blank, calculating mask before he slips back into his regular guy persona.
“Sure thing Jason, it’d be my pleasure.” He says pleasantly.
They heft the punching bags into a back room. The second the door closes behind the last of the students, Tim’s posture shifts.
“What do you want Jason?” He asks defensively.
“Help putting away the punching bags.” Jason says, which is sort of true. He doesn’t need the help putting them away, but it does make the work go faster. In truth, he’s not a hundred percent sure why he asked Tim to stay behind, but Tim doesn’t need to know that. Let him wonder at Jason’s motives.
“You just want me to hang around?” Tim asks skeptically.
“You seem to be hanging around whether I want you too or not, so might as well make yourself useful.”
Tim gives him a calculating look, but lifts the next bag in silence. When all the bags are moved, Tim turns to leave without a word, already tense at having to turn his back to Jason when they’re alone.
“Spar with me.” Jason says, surprising even himself. Tim looks at him suspiciously for a long moment. Jason thinks he’s going to refuse, and is about to rescind his offer when Tim says “Sure.”
He falls into position opposite Jason, this time taking proper form. Jason moves without warning, but Tim is ready for him, and dodges. Tim keeps dodging, blocking once or twice where necessary, and Jason can see his strategy. On a less trained opponent, Tim would outlast them in stamina. It’d probably make them angry too, and that would make them stupid.
“C’mon pretender, not even gonna hit me?” Jason taunts. “You took me out so easy before.”
“I’ll hit you when I’m ready.” Tim says, dodging another blow. It goes on like that for a while, Jason dishing it out and Tim dodging. Until Jason throws a punch and Tim grabs his arm, ducking under it to take a hit at his ribs. All of a sudden, Tim’s hitting everywhere. It feels like he knows what Jason is going to do before Jason does it.
Jason realizes Tim hadn’t just been trying to wear Jason down, he’d been studying him too. Now that he’s figured out how Jason fights, he’s countering him at every move, turning Jason’s strength against him.
What Jason doesn’t know is that Tim is already incredibly familiar with how Jason fights. Hours of watching footage and simulated fights will do that. He just wanted to check his simulated knowledge against the real thing before he made his move.
Jason is the better fighter, but Tim’s got the advantage of knowing his opponent. In short order, Tim’s got one arm lightly putting pressure around Jason’s throat, and his knee on Jason’s balls.
“I give.” Jason says quickly, and Tim immediately moves away. Which is good because if he hadn’t, Jason was going to rise to the occasion. He’s not wearing a cup, which he’s quickly realizing is a mistake. It’s a safety hazard, he justifies to himself, which is technically even true.
“Not bad, pretender.” He says, ignoring Tim’s offer of a hand up. “I’m actually impressed.”
“You’re not as hard to beat when you’re not hopped up on Pit rage.” Tim offers, crossing his arms.
“That so? Good to know. Thanks, pretender.” Tim tips his head in acknowledgement. Jason gets the distinct impression he’s being judged.
“I’ll see you around, Jason.” Tim says and walks out, leaving Jason to wonder whether or not he’s been found wanting.
Jason specifically avoids thinking about Tim when he gets home that night. He cooks dinner and doesn’t think about Tim. He goes on patrol and doesn’t think about Tim. He takes a shower and washes his balls and gets into bed to have some him time and doesn’t think about Tim.
…
Fuck it, he’s gonna think about Tim. He lets his mind wander. Why is he thinking about Tim anyway? What does he want?
He wants to show the pretender that he’s not better than him. That just because he was the better Robin doesn’t mean he’s the better man. A thought forms in his mind, and the fantasy takes shape.
He roars into the Batcave on his bike. Everyone else is out– they won’t be bothering him, or he wouldn’t have come. But the pretender is there, sitting at the Bat Computer, typing away at something or another. He’s dressed in full Red Robin gear, but without the mask. He turns to face Jason as he dismounts, pulling off his helmet. Unlike the pretender, he’s still in his mask. Jason likes that, that he can see the pretender’s eyes but he can’t see Jason’s.
“What are you doing here, Jason?” The pretender asks. Jason likes the sound of his name on his tongue.
“Just here to pick up some reports.” Jason says, smirking.
“And you had to come in for that?” The pretender asks.
“No,” Jason smirks. “But I wanted to.”
Tim glares, then turns back to what he’s working on. Jason strolls over, leaning over Tim’s shoulder to see what he’s doing. “Whatchya working on, baby bird?” He asks in Tim’s ear.
Tim stiffens. “Case files.” He says shortly. “What do you want, Jason?”
“Nothing.” He says, still smirking at him. “Can’t a man see what his baby brother’s up to?”
“We’re not brothers.” Tim says stiffly.
“No, we’re definitely not that.” Jason laughs. “Otherwise your reaction would leave something to be desired.”
Tim goes carefully still, his face falling blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do, baby bird. I’m a detective too you know. I notice things. Things like how you react every time I’m in the room.” A pretty pink flush spreads out over those porcelain cheeks.
Oh yes, Jason likes that.
He spins the pretender around so he’s facing Jason, caging him in with his arms. He leans in close. Tim looks away, unable to meet his eye.
No, that’s not right. Tim is defiant to the very end. He would meet Jason head on.
Tim stares up at him, defiant, still flushed pink. Jason wants to see how far down that blush goes. “And how’s that?”
Yeah, that’s more accurate. Baby bird’s feisty like that. “Like you wanna take a bite.” Jason says.
The pretender’s breath hitches, and he swallows hard. His eyes are big and blue, staring up at Jason’s face.
“Well baby bird? Do ya?”
“Do I what?” Tim asks defiantly, his voice breathy.
“Wanna take a bite.” He leans in closer, so his breathe ghosts over Tim’s lips. “Because I think you do.”
Tim’s look is searching. Jason glances down and grins. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He kisses him, plunders his mouth with tongue and teeth. Tim lets him, whimpering. (So it’s a bit of creative license. Sue him, it’s his fantasy.) He lets his hands slide down Tim’s sides and under his ass, picking him up, and Tim wraps his legs around him. When he eventually pulls back, and Tim’s panting slightly, his lips swollen from where he’d bitten them. Jason lets him down, running a hand over that pert perfect ass and squeezing.
“You carry lube in any of those pouches?” Jason asks. Tim glares at him, but he also pulls out a packet of lube, so Jason feels vindicated.
“It comes in handy.” He says defiantly.
“I’m sure it does, baby bird. You let a lot of people fuck you in uniform?”
“No!” Tim protests ardently.
“Good. So I’m the first.” He picks Tim back up, and he squeaks in surprise. He carries him over to where the Batmobile is parked. He lets him down again.
“Bend over.” He instructs.
“Over the Batmobile? Really?” Tim says, raising a brow.
“Got a problem with that?” Jason challenges.
Tim looks at him, weighing him with his eyes. “No.” He says after a moment’s pause. He turns and bends over the Batmobile’s hood, giving Jason a defiant look over his shoulder. Jason grins.
He pulls Tim’s leggings down. Tim’s ass is pale and pert and perfect. Jason slicks up his fingers and sticks one into his tight little hole. “Damn baby bird. You’re tight.”
“I do my Kegels.” Tim says dryly, because he would.
Jason works his finger inside of him, searching until he hits Tim’s prostate. Tim lets out a sharp breath.
“Ready for another?” He asks, rubbing his prostate. Tim gasps and lets out a small whine.
“Y- yes .” Tim says breathily. Jason sticks in another lubed up finger, scissoring them inside him.
In the back of his mind, he sort of wonders what might happen if Tim took control of the situation. If Jason let him. He thinks Tim would be the type. But he pushes that thought away.
When Tim is ready, he slips a third finger inside of him, stretching him further. Tim moans.
“Fuck, that feels good.” He says as Jason brushes his prostate again.
“Yeah? Well I promise my cock will feel even better.” Jason says, pulling his fingers out. He undoes his fly with one hand, then squirts more lube onto the other, slicking himself up.
He pushes in slowly, savoring every inch until he’s sheathed to the hilt. Tim wiggles that perfect ass, grinding down on him.
“You gonna stay there all night, or are you gonna fuck me?” He says challengingly.
“Baby bird, I’m gonna do a hell of a lot more than just fuck you.” Jason says, pulling out and then slamming into Tim’s prostate. He does this again and again, until Tim is letting out a beautiful “ah, ah, ah” noise that makes Jason feel like a million bucks.
“Deeper, I want you to go deeper. Fill me up.” Tim begs.
“I got you babybird.” Jason says, and complies. He’s thick enough that even when he’s not aiming for Tim’s prostate he still scrapes against it as he moves, and it sends shivers of pleasure down Tim’s spine. It feels so good to sink all the way into Tim, to fuck him so deeply.
He takes his hands off Tim’s hips and applies more lube. Then he takes hold of Tim’s cock and starts stroking. Tim lets out a strangled gasp.
“ Jason …” he says, arching into the touch.
“That’s it baby bird, say my name. I want you to scream it when you come.”
“Jason, Jason, fuck Jason—“ Tim chants as Jason continues to stroke him off. He’s getting close, and he can tell Tim is too by the way his thighs are trembling. Tim clenches down hard as he comes, and Jason sees stars. He watches as Tim’s comes coats the hood of the Batmobile, and that image is what sends him over the edge.
Back in the real world, Jason comes hard. He savors the moment as he comes down from the high, breathing deeply. That was something else. He hasn’t come so hard in a long time, possibly ever. There’s something about the replacement that just really gets him going, and he’s not sure he wants to examine it deeper than that. Examining it deeper would mean admitting he has a crush, and having a crush on a guy he tried to off more than once is on the fast track to nowhere.
If it were just that Tim were hot, he could handle it. He grew up with Dick Grayson, he knows how to handle hot, unavailable men. And he can definitely admit that the replacement hits all of his buttons for pretty, dangerous things. But he’s gotten to know Tim a bit. Not one on one, but eavesdropping on his conversations in class. And Jason has access to the Bats comm network, where Tim has a habit of making witty, wry comments about whatever’s going on that night. He gets into back and forths with Bruce and Steph and jokes with Dick and bickers with Damian. He’s overall just an active presence in Jason’s life, even before he started showing up to classes. And it doesn’t help that Jason’s been putting hands on him, getting to see up close and personal how sculpted those muscles really are.
Whatever, it doesn’t matter. So what if he has a tiny, infinitesimal crush on his replacement? It’s not like anything will ever come of it. Jason doesn’t get nice things and Tim… Tim is a nice thing. He’s good in a way Jason hasn’t been in a long time, possibly ever.
He punches his pillow into a more comfortable shape, rolls over, and tries not to think about it.
When Jason starts teaching free self defense classes, the last person he expects to show up is his replacement. Tim hears about Jason’s lessons and takes it upon himself to make sure the Red Hood’s not up to something, so in retaliation Jason uses him as a test dummy for the class. Neither of them expect to like it quite that much.
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Tim’s not too sure why he finds himself at the abandoned gym Jason’s using to hold his classes in. He’s pretty sure Jason owns the building, which would explain why the interior is much nicer than the exterior would lead you to believe. It’s clear Jason’s not using this as some way to train new gang members, and Tim knows enough about Jason’s past to understand why this is an important issue for him. It’s not like Tim doesn’t have half a hundred other things he could be doing with his time.
The truth is, Jason challenged him, and Tim has never been one to back down from a challenge, even when he probably should. And Jason has always been a puzzle Tim’s been desperate to solve, however catastrophic his failures in that regard have been in the past.
So, squaring his shoulders, he enters the gym. Jason notices him immediately, and Tim’s pleased to see he’s surprised. Well good, Tim can be surprising sometimes. He shoots Jason a sardonic grin before moving to join some of the women he recognizes from last week’s class. He’s glad Layla isn’t there yet. He’s used to people fawning over him when he’s Timothy Wayne, billionaire CEO, but less so when he’s plain old Tim Drake.
“Hi.” He introduces himself. “I’m Tim. I think I saw you here last week?”
“Of course, our demonstration dummy!” Says a middle aged woman with twinkling eyes. “How could we forget?”
“That’s me.” Tim says sheepishly.
“I for one found you very informative. I’m Maria.” The woman intrudes herself, shaking Tim’s offered hand.
“Nice to meet you, Maria. Any chance you’d agree to be my sparing partner for the day?” Tim asks hopefully.
Maria gives him a knowing look. “It would be my pleasure, if Jason doesn’t snap you up first.”
They get to chatting, just general stuff. “What bring you to these classes? You’re clearly not a beginner.” Maria asks him.
“It’s been a few years, and I could use the brush up. I live in the neighborhood, so when I saw the advert, I thought why not?” What he’d actually thought was ‘is the Red Hood using this as a covert way to attract and train new goons?’ but he isn’t going to say that out loud.
Shortly thereafter Jason calls the class to attention. It goes much the same as the class before. Sometimes Jason plays the assaulter and walks Tim through how to break the hold (all for show, Tim knows perfectly well how to break any of these holds). A lot of the moves are focused on just breaking holds, but those are the one’s where Tim plays the victim. Anything more involved than that though, and Jason’s throwing Tim around. Showing how to put your opponent in a chokehold, how to twist their arm behind their back, how to get them on the ground underneath you…
Jason never actually hurts Tim during those demonstrations, and Tim slowly relaxes about them. Jason’s a good teacher, patient and well versed in explaining himself. It’s not surprising, based on what he knows of Jason. He’s always been good at handling civilians, both as Robin and the Red Hood, and he leads the Outlaws.
“You know,” Maria says conspiratorially as they practice blocking a grab, “if you wanted to ask Jason out, I think he’d say yes.”
“What?” Tim chokes, stumbling as he grabs for Maria. She blocks it perfectly. “No! Jason is definitely not interested in me like that.” Tim has it on good authority that Jason doesn’t like him. The authority of murder.
“He’s sure taking any excuse to get his hands on you.” Maria says as she telegraphs her grab. Tim stumbles through the block, mostly for cover, but also partially because she’s thrown him so off guard.
“I think that’s because he doesn’t like me.” Tim says. “And I definitely embarrassed him last week.”
“He seems like the type to like someone who can beat him up a little.” Maria says wisely.
“I really don’t think I can beat Jason up. I’m not that good.” This is debatably true. Jason on Pit rage? Not good odds. Jason on a regular day? Tim has literally been training for that fight for years. It’s not a sure thing, but it’s a distinct possibility.
“No, but you’ve got a sharp mouth.” Maria says— which is perfectly true, but it’s impressive that she picked up on it so quickly. They’ve barely been there half an hour, and much of that time has been spent trying to throw each other around. “With men like him, that’s just as good.”
Tim blushes. “I don’t think so. I don’t even think he swings that way.”
“He looks at you like a shark. He wants to gobble you up.” Maria says, but Tim shakes his head.
“Only so he can chew me up and spit me out.” Tim says, blocking her strike. But he can’t shake her words as Jason calls him up to demonstrate the final move of the day. Tim can’t help but notice how big and warm Jason’s hands feel against his skin.
He makes a mental note to hang out with Dick more. If he’s so touch starved he’s noticing Jason’shands on him, Dick will be more than happy to octopus him until that’s no longer the case.
When the class finishes, he’s glad to head out— and to put Jason firmly out his mind. He definitely doesn’t imagine Jason running those hands up and down his sides, or where else he could put them. No siree, not thinking about that at all.
Except that he is, and he can’t get the thought outof his mind. Much as he’s loathe to admit it, Tim’s always had kind of a thing for Jason. Jason was Robin during some of Tim’s most formative years, and he had always admired him from afar. He had seen Jason at a gala once. They’d both been part of the same larger group of kids hanging around, as kids did at these events, and Tim had been starstruck at seeing his hero up close and personal. Jason had been his first crush, although Tim hadn’t realized it at the time. Even after he became Robin, Jason was an ideal to be looked up to and admired. An impossible ideal, to be sure, but an ideal all the same.
Tim groans. He thought he’d gotten over his stupid crush on Jason Todd, but apparently not. All it took was Jason putting hands on him, and it had all come roaring back. And now he’s getting horny for a man who tried to murder him three times. Great, just fabulous. Good going, Tim.
He knows that if he really tried, he could make it go away. He could compartmentalize to all hell, lock this crush up deep inside and never think about it again. But he doesn’t want to. He wants to think about Jason, imagine what his hands would feel like all over his body. He’s going to hate himself for it in the post nut clarity, but as far as bad choices go, this is a relatively minor one.
Tim sighs, and undresses. He’s done with patrol for the night, so at least he can do this without any time crunch. He grabs the lube from the bedside drawer and slowly brings himself to hardness. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right.
He imagines it’s Jason touching him, his big warm hand wrapped tightly around Tim’s cock. He trails his fingers lightly over his stomach, and imagines it’s Jason teasing him. He tweaks a nipple, and shivers slightly at the sensation.
“You like that, pretender?” Jason says. “You like the feel of my hands all over you?”
Yes, Tim thinks. I really do.
“Good. Cause I’m not moving till I’m done with you.”
He’d wrap one arm around his waist, holding Tim against him. The other would be playing with his nipples, twisting and squeezing. “You ready for me to touch you for real?”
“Yes...” Tim moans, taking a firmer grip around his cock, pretending his hand is Jason’s.
“Good.” Jason coos in his ear. “Get nice and hard for me.”
Tim imagines Jason’s warm, large hand around him. Imagines adjusting Jason’s fingers until they griped him just right, moving Jason’s hand so he could show him what to do. Jason’s a quick study, he’d pick up on it pretty quickly. He’d touch Tim exactly how Tim likes.
His other hand moves away from his nipples, running it down his chest. He can feel Jason’s breath on his neck, and a shudder runs through him.
“Is that good for you, Tim?” Jason’s voice asks. A shiver runs through him as Jason says his name— Jason almost never calls him by his name. Last class was probably the first time he’d refereed to him as something other than pretender or replacement.
“Yeah.” Tim says, swallowing hard. “It’s good for me.”
“Good.” Jason purrs. He speeds up slightly, moving his hand faster. “I want this to be good for you. You look so good, with you cock so hard for me. You’re gonna come all over my hand, and you’re gonna look so pretty doing it.”
Tim hates being called pretty, but he doesn’t think he’d mind if Jason said it. He twists his wrist on the upstroke. His other hand goes down to cup his balls, rolling them in his hands. He moans at the added stimulation, and in his head, Jason’s breath hitches.
“Making such pretty sounds for me, eh replacement? Come on, I wanna hear you say my name.”
“Jason…” Tim moans. “Fuck, Jason–“
“Fuck yeah, being good for me Tim? Wanna make me smile? Keep at it.” Tim speeds up as he approaches orgasm. “Come for me Tim. I wanna see what that pretty face looks like as you come.”
Tim is helpless but to obey, and he comes hard, shooting out over his hand and stomach. He breathes deeply, enjoying the afterglow. But eventually that fades, and he’s once again left with cold hard reality. Jason hates him, and probably always will. It is a supremely bad idea to be fantasizing about the man who has tried to murder him three times, and he resolves not to do it again. There are plenty of other people he can fantasize about, people who haven’t tried to kill him. He sighs and gets up to shower before bed.
Post nut clarity sucks.
Later that week, Tim’s out patrolling when Oracle comes over his comms.
“Red Robin, Hood called and needs an assist. You’re the closest.” There’s an apology in her voice— Babs knows as well as anyone that Tim and Jason don’t get along.
“Send me the location and I’m on my way.” Tim says. “Patch me into Hood’s comms?”
“What’s the status of that backup, O?” Hood grunts. Tim can hear the sound of bodies hitting the floor.
“ETA three minutes.” Red Robin says, all cool professionalism. Hood grunts in acknowledgment. Red Robin’s not exactly the backup he would have chosen, but at least it’s not Bruce. Although to be fair, no one in the family would be his particular choice of backup, except maybe Cass. At least she’s quiet.
Red Robin swings onto the scene, hitting one of the goons in the back of the head in what should have been a knockout blow. Instead, the guy gets up again, roaring with anger.
“Well that’s not good.” He says, whipping out his staff. “What are they on?”
“I’m not sure.” Hood answers, dodging a swipe from another one. “It doesn’t make them stronger, and it definitely doesn’t make them smarter, but they won’t stay down.”
“I’m gonna kill you you little shit!” Roars the hood Red knocked into.
“You can certainly try.” He says with an answering smirk. The thug tries to grab him, but it’s clumsy and easy to avoid. “What have you tried so far?” He says to Red Hood.
“Knockout blows, rubber bullets, and some good old fashioned punching. I’m doing damage, but they’re just ignoring it. Whatever this shit is, their pain receptors are gone.”
“It’s more than just their pain receptors if they’re ignoring knockout hits.” Red says, frowning as he sweeps their legs out from under them. “The guy I swung into clearly has a concussion. Whatever it is, it’s keeping him up, but it’s not mitigating the side effects. His coordination’s shot. I say we go for disabling strikes and cuff’em while they’re down.”
“Fine.” Hood grunts as he dodges another blow. Ten semi-trained assailants wouldn’t be a problem for him on a normal day, but when they seem to have boundless energy and no pain receptors, it make things a little tougher. He catches one goon and throws them into the others, bowling them over. He pins the next one down to zip tie him together while Red Robin keeps the rest off his back.
“You think you can handle us? Baby, I’ll wreck that pretty face.” Hood turns just in time to catch the vulgar motions that go with the taunt. Red Robin seems unfazed.
“Shame you’re gonna have to tell all your little friends at Blackgate you got beat by the pretty one.” He smirks, staff held menacingly in from of him.
“Little boy needs a real fuckin’ man to show him his place.” Another man jeers.
“You’re certainly welcome to try.” Red Robin says. They lunge at him, and he avoids them easily, twirling his staff with deadly efficiency. They don’t stand a chance.
The men Red Hood knocked over are back up and swing at him. He leads them to Red Robin, then flips over their heads to land behind them.
“Bringing me presents? Aw Hood, you shouldn’t have.” Red says, dodging yet another blow and swiping out his staff to knock the newcomers off their feet. Hood grabs one of the other men men, yanking him out of the fight to cuff them. He puts them in a hogtie, since he suspects they’d try and hop back into the fight, even with their hands behind their backs. One of them tries to sneak up behind Red Robin and grab him by the hair, but Red ducks and he ends up hitting his fellow in the face instead. The one he hit roars and lunges at him, and they end up tussling with each other. Hood leaves them to it, grabbing another of the men attacking Red Robin.
It’s like Hood said, this drug definitely didn’t make them smarter. He thinks it may very well have made them stupider. Or that might just be the concussions, he can’t be sure. Either way, with Red there to take some of the heat, the fight is wrapped up easy. They struggle and yell in their bonds, but both heroes ignore them.
“Gonna leave them for the GPD?” Red Robin asks, holding one goon under his boot as Red Hood zip ties another.
“Yeah. There’re warrants out for all of them, and they were roving as a pack, trying to beat on any stragglers they could find.”
“Good thing you got to them first.” Red says, moving to allow Hood to grab the guy he was stepping on.
“That was a nice throw.” Hood says as he zip ties the last of the goons.
“Thanks. I learned it in my self-defense class.” Red shoots back. Hood laughs.
“You must have a pretty good teacher.”
“Eh, he’s not bad.” Red Robin shoots him a grin. “I’m gonna head out from here though.”
“Yeah, thanks for the assist.”
“No problem.” Red turns to leave, and Jason blurts out before he can stop himself
“Do they always talk to you that way?”
Red Robin turns back. “What way?”
“The whole— pretty face shtick.”
“Oh that? Not always, but it happens often enough. I don’t get it nearly as bad as the girls do.”
“Yeah, you’re not nearly as pretty.” He says, but his heart’s not in the jab. “Why you though?”
“I don’t exactly exude peak heterosexual energy, Hood.” Red says with an exaggerated look.
“You swing that way?” Hood asks, despite himself. It occurs to him that he’s having an actual conversation with his replacement and he doesn’t mind.
“I swing both ways.” Red Robin says with a shrug.
“Huh. Good to know I’m not the only Bat who does.” He’s not sure why he’s telling him this— it’s not something he talks about often, and not to Red Robin of all people— but he finds he wants the other man to know.
“It’s always nice to know you’re not alone.” Red Robin says, and Jason’s not quite sure what that tone of voice is. “I’ll see you around, Hood.”
Jason nods, and Red Robin grapples away. He waits for the GPD to arrive, then takes a breather on top of a nearby building. The fight wasn’t hard, per se, but it was long and he needs to rest for a bit before he continues his patrol. He debates just calling it a night, but decides to finish his circuit before he does. He’s almost done anyway, and he doubts he’ll come across any more trouble tonight.
It pisses him off what those men said to Red Robin. But is he really any better? There’s a difference, Hood reminds himself, between having a private fantasy about someone and being publicly vulgar to them. As long as his fantasies don’t color his reality, he’s in the clear. And from how well they worked together tonight, it’s clear that that’s not going to be a problem.
Still, he resolves to think of something other than the pretender when he relaxes tonight. It’s harder than he expected— images of his replacement throwing those guys around keep popping into his mind— but he mostly manages it.
When Jason starts teaching free self defense classes, the last person he expects to show up is his replacement. Tim hears about Jason’s lessons and takes it upon himself to make sure the Red Hood’s not up to something, so in retaliation Jason uses him as a test dummy for the class. Neither of them expect to like it quite that much.
Read on AO3 here! Warning, this is rated E for explicit!
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At five of six, a reasonably sized group of people have gathered. It’s not a large crowd, but it’s enough. Jason’s feeling pretty pleased with himself when he spots him.
What the fuck is the pretender doing here, chatting with the other students? He’s sure as fuck not here for the free self defense lessons. This is a beginner’s class, there’s nothing he’s teaching the brat doesn’t already know. And even if he did, Jason’s sure as fuck not going to be the one teaching him.
Whatever he’s doing here, he’s not welcome, and Jason’s going to make sure he knows it. He carefully does not storm over to where the pretender is standing.
“S’cues me, could I borrow him for just a sec?” He says to the young blonde woman Tim’s chatting with.
“Oh sure.” The woman says. “Of course, we can talk more later.”
Tim smiles at her, but tenses imperceptibly as Jason steers him away from the others.
“What the fuck are you doing here, pretender?” Jason hisses.
“Well the Red Hood is giving self-defense lessons in my neighborhood, and I wanted to know why.” Tim says dryly.
“It never occurred to you that maybe it’s just for the good of the community?” Jason says through gritted teeth. He doesn’t like what the pretender is implying.
“Oh, it occurred to me. But when have you done anything to earn the benefit of my doubt?” Tim asks cooly. “Was it the time you nearly slit my throat, the time you wrote a message in my blood, or the time you put a batarang in my chest?”
Jason doesn’t have an answer to that. The little shit’s right, he’s got no ground to stand on. The pretender has every right to be suspicious of Jason.
“If it makes you feel any better, Bruce didn’t ask me to come. I’m here on my own.” It does make him feel better, actually, that Bruce didn’t feel the need to check up on him. At least not in this. “And as it happens, I do live in the neighborhood.”
That’s news to Jason. He hadn’t realized the kid had moved out of the manor. But looking at him, the pretender’s not much of a kid anymore. Those cheekbones are sharp, not a hint of baby fat to be found.
“Little robin’s flying far from the nest.” Jason says. He doesn’t for a second believe that spoiled little rich boy Tim Drake lives in Crime Alley.
“What, you haven’t heard?” Tim sneers. “I’m not Robin anymore.”
“Oh I’ve heard. You’re Red Robin now. Because what’s mine is yours.” He says nastily. He knows enough about how Tim actually became Robin to know his old anger was irrational and unfair. That doesn’t mean Tim doesn’t still piss him off though.
“Because I needed something already tainted, and that suited the bill.” Tim says coolly, and Jason should probably get away from this conversation before he starts seeing green.
“You wanna stick around? Fine. But don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on you.” Jason snaps.
“I would never expect you to.” Tim shoots back, and he walks away to rejoin the other participants.
Jason takes a few calming breaths, getting his temper under control before he calls the class to order. He introduces himself and goes over the basics of what they’ll be doing.
“The best way to win a fight is not to fight in the first place, so we’re gonna focus on how to get away from someone grabbing you. For the first move, I’m gonna do a demonstration. Tim, thanks so much for agreeing to help.” He says, giving the replacement a nasty smile. He hopes he hadn’t given the participants a false name. (That’s a lie, be kinda does.)
Tim’s eyes narrow momentarily, but he plays along. “It’s my pleasure. I did some self defense stuff back when I was a kid, but I’m not sure how much I remember.” Giving himself an out for if he’s better than a beginner should be.
“First I’m gonna show you what an attacker might do, then I’m gonna go over how to get out of it.” Tim nods, preparing himself, but Jason moves before he’s ready and Tim reacts on instinct. He flips Jason over his shoulder. Jason rolls with it, but Tim grabs him around the knee and completely fucks his landing, and he ends up on his back. Luckily they’re on mats, so nothing’s hurt but his pride.
“Wow!” Tim says, the picture of surprise. “I guess I remember more than I thought.”
“That was amazing!” The blonde woman gushes.
“I would never have been able to do that if Jason hadn’t let me.” Tim lies, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. Jason can say he was caught off guard all he likes, but the truth is Tim absolutely had him, and they both know it.
“That’s still awesome! He’s so much bigger than you, and you totally took him down!” The woman says, with all the grace and tact of a child.
“A lot of my training was focused on how to take down opponents who were bigger than me.” Tim says sheepishly. “I practiced a lot when I was younger.”
That’s absolutely true. What he’s not saying is that that was a move taught to him by Lady Shiva, specifically to disable uber athletic opponents like Dick Grayson. Or people taught by Dick Grayson.
Jason can feel his face heating up, but he forces himself to keep his cool. Mostly.
“Since you’re so experienced , you can help me with the rest of the demonstration. With out flipping me this time.” Jason says through gritted teeth. Tim took him down and they both know it, even if no one else does. Jason takes a few more calming breaths. This class is supposed to help people who are in dangerous situations, but that’s not gonna work out if the teacher comes across as an arrogant hothead.
“Of course. It would be my pleasure, Jason. Just tell me what to do.” Tim says, the picture of affable geniality. Jason hates him.
Still, he moves slower this time, which is better for demonstration purposes anyway. He positions Tim facing away from him, which he can tell the pretender doesn’t like.
“I see this kind of thing all the time in clubs.” Jason says, slipping an arm around the pretender’s waist from behind and pulling him close. Tim tenses slightly, and Jason can feel his muscles contracting under his thin t-shirt. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised the pretender is so well muscled— he’s a Bat, he has the same crazy training routine as the rest of them— but he is. He supposes it’s because he looks so slight, although if he were shirtless he’d bet Tim would have the same dorito shape as the rest of them.
He goes over how to twist and break free of the hold, and then pairs them off to practice. Tim is immediately claimed by the pretty blonde woman, which pisses Jason off all the more. Of course she’d immediately attach herself to Drake, Gotham’s perfect boy. She hasn’t even made the connection to who he really is and she’s still fawning all over him. Jason does his best to ignore them, going around the room and giving gentle corrections as needed. They practice that move for fifteen minutes before Jason calls to a halt.
“Alright, lookin good folks. I’m gonna show you the next move. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind assisting me?” Jason can tell Tim’s not pleased to be used as a test dummy, but that’s just too damn bad.
“For the next move, I’m gonna show you how to disable someone who grabs you by the arm. The main thing is to break their hold and get away, but I’ll also show you how to attack. Tim, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing me by the arm?”
The replacement complies, and Jason takes great pleasure is showing them how to get out of the move, and a follow up they could do if they needed to disable their opponent before running. It involves sticking his fingers right near the pretender’s eyes and his knees right near his balls, and it’s enjoyable to see him flinch ever so slightly as Jason comes close. Then he sets them back into pairs, and they practice that for the next fifteen minute. Jason walks around, correcting forms and helping out.
He shows them how to get out of two more holds using the pretender as his test dummy. It’s fun to feel his muscles tense slightly under Jason’s hands. He can tell how uncomfortable the pretender is to be here, but that’s his own damn fault for coming. Jason didn’t make him, and as far as revenge plots go, this is pretty fucking mild.
“Alright, good job everyone, you’re really getting the hang of this.” Jason calls to signal the end of the class. “But the only way to really make sure you’ve got it is to practice until it becomes muscle memory, and that’s more than we can do in an hour long class. So get together with your friends— or make friends with the other folks here— and practice outside of class too. I’ll probably go over this stuff again in future classes, because I know not everyone will be here every time. But if you practice for ten minutes every day, you’ll really be prepared for when it happens in real life.”
There’s an appreciative murmur that goes around the class, and people start packing up to go.
“Will you be back next week?” The blonde woman, who has since identified herself as Layla, asks Drake.
“I’m not sure. My schedule’s pretty busy.” He hedges. Jason can tell he’s a little uncomfortable with the attention.
“You should definitely come. You make a good demonstration dummy.” Jason says as sweetly as he’s able, which isn’t all that sweet, but at least isn’t outwardly hostile. Tim looks and him and Jason gives him a cocky grin. Tim’s eyes narrow, considering.
“I’ll think about it.” He says finally.
“Do.” Jason says, sickly sweet, and the pretender finally leaves. A couple of the other students have questions for him after the class, so he answers those before heading out himself. He doesn’t go far, just to the next room over where he’s set up some workout equipment. He may not have all the bells and whistles of the Batcave, but he’s got a pretty good thing going. After his workout he heads home to his primary safe house. He’s reluctant to call it his apartment, even though that’s basically what it is at this point. Still, referring to it as his safe house feels safer, in case he has to burn it in the future. He takes a shower and grabs himself a non-alcoholic beer to enjoy before patrol. He’s got time to kill and he wants to relax for a bit.
He flips through his subscription services for something to watch, but nothing catches his interest, so he decides to deal with his boredom the old fashioned way. He grabs some lube out of a convenient drawer and leans back against his couch. He undoes his pants and shoves down his boxers just enough to get his dick out before slicking himself up. He buys himself the good lube, the stuff that really lasts. It the same stuff Bruce had awkwardly presented him with when he’d given him the sex talk, but Jason tries not to think about that. He doesn’t need to consider that he uses the same brand of lube as the Batman.
He casts about for a pleasant fantasy to distract himself with, preferring his own imagination to porn. For some reason, he lands on the pretender’s face, which, weird, but he rolls with it. He imagines Tim on his knees on Jason’s floor, sucking him off, his pretty mouth spread wide around Jason’s cock. Yes, that’s a nice fantasy. He’d start off slow, unsheathing himself and watching the pretender’s eyes widen at his size. He’d feed it to him slowly, because Jason’s a gentleman like that. He’d choke and gag slightly, but he’d take him fully, and Jason would feel so good fully sheathed in his throat.
He’d start moving, just a little bit at first, getting the pretender used to the stretch. He’d watch the tears forming in those pretty blue eyes as he struggles to take it all. Once Jason’s sure he can take it, he’ll start moving a bit faster. Just a bit, no need to rush. He’ll hold his dick down the pretender’s throat, and he’ll make sweet little noises as he chokes on Jason’s cock.
He wants more of those sounds, and he’ll get them once he starts fucking him in earnest, the hot wet sounds that come from fucking someone’s mouth and the ones that are all Tim as he gags and chokes as Jason fucks into him. He’ll take it beautifully though, looking up at Jason with wide, wet eyes. Jason move faster and faster, fucking his own fist with a wet squelching sound. He’s so close, he can feel his orgasm coming on. In his minds eyes, he pulls out just in time to come all over the pretender’s perfect pretty face. In real life, Jason comes into his hand, panting, making sure not to get any on his clothes or couch.
So… that was weird. He’s never thought about his replacement like that before, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it, despite how hot the fantasy was. He thinks about it. Is it a little fucked up that he’s having fantasies about his replacement? Probably, given that he’s tried to kill the kid more than once. But Tim’s not his brother, no matter how much Bruce might want to pretend otherwise. It’s not hurting anyone, so Jason doesn’t really care. It’s a hot fantasy, and it got him off. That’s all that really matters.
He cleans off and then suits up. He’s got work to do.
The hangover from hell has finally abated, so I’ve decided to celebrate with this fun little exercise!
No plot here. Just some dirty musings about everyone’s favorite crankypants monster hunter. Based in my universe for Wench and Witcher, which there will hopefully be more of this weekend!
My biggest problem with the Eskel Choice™ is not that he got turned into the Leshen or even that he got killed off.
I still would be disappointed and potential wasted opportunity bcs they already changed things so who knows if any other witcher might serve as a side character in a future episode in the seasons down the line, but I am mad how they did it.
Like Lauren tweeting out that Eskel is the heart of Kaer Morhen and than he is just some fucking asshole.
Like they could have kept his character and still do the Leshen thing or a heroic sacrifice in the end battle.
But that would have needed more scenes over time, make the viewer like Eskel and see how important he is to Geralt and everyone else, or if no "time" for that a flashback (before he is killed) to Witcher Adepts Geralt and Eskel being kids/teens together, to show them before they got ragged by the Path and how long they were important to each other. That way the viewer might not be emotional invested in Eskel, but in how important he is to Geralt and his Death is meaningful because of that.
As it is the viewers don't see the tragedy that Geralt has to kills him, because the show hasn't shown any reason. We only see a few antagonistic interactions between Eskel and Everyone and then he is killed. Like buh huh, are the viewers suppose to feel bad about that Character Death?
Like one of the shows biggest flaws is presented here, we are told that it is a big deal but we aren't shown. And the flashback in the next episode is like that's why that why it was a tragedy what Geralt had to do, but it doesn't do anything for the emotional impact of the Eskel Death Scene, because that's already over.
Just all in all, I am frustrated with Eskel in the Show, because it goes against what the Creators promised, it makes book and game fans disappointed, and it wasn't even worth it because of the bad storytelling! Like I don't get how they thought this would be a good idea.
All in all I still really liked and enjoyed the season! I just think Eskel encapsulates lots of the flaws of the show, so it's a bit "glaring".
let’s inaugurate this blog with some tentacle rape! i’ve seen geralt get tentacle raped and jaskier get tentacle raped and both are very, very good, but i haven’t seen yenn get tentacle raped yet and i would love to because she would be so angry. She’d cast a spell right away, of course, but let’s say they’re magical vines that can resist her magic, and as they wrap around her arms and tug them behind her back, and snake around her ankles and climb up her legs, pull at the fabric of her dress until it tears apart–she’d struggle and spit and kick and it would do no absolutely no good. she makes one last stab at casting a spell with just her voice–weaker, but if she tries hard maybe–and suddenly a thick vine is plunging into her mouth, heedless as she bites it, muffling her words.
so she can’t even cry out when the thick, dripping vines between her legs nudge her cheeks and labia open and start to fuck their way inside–the vines that hold her legs prying them wide apart as the vines that are wrapped around her middle start to thrust her back and forth on the vines thrust deep in her cunt and ass as she squirms weakly, clenching around the intrusions, gagging and whimpering around the vine in her mouth.
at first it just hurts, being fucked wide and deep; even with the strange slickness of the vines they’re much, much bigger than she’s accustomed to, especially the one in her ass. but after a few minutes, just as she’s starting to give up her struggling from sheer exhaustion, a smaller tendril slides up her thigh and between her legs to wrap around her clit and two more make their way to pinch and tug her nipples. and this fresh violation lends her new strength, enough to thrash violently in the grip of the tentacles, but the light little licks to her clit are impossible to avoid, and she feels her cunt start inevitably to get wet, and then dripping as the vines keep her just on the edge of an orgasm.
that’s what finally draws the tears–her whole body throbbing in desperation to come, her choked and muffled moans ringing humiliatingly in her own ears–she starts to cry, just as the vine starts to squeezes her clit gently and pushes her over into coming.
after that she loses track, giving herself over to the agonizing pleasure, letting it draw countless more orgasms out of her as the vines fuck her mercilessly. she’s almost unconscious when finally, in the final indignation, she feels the vines inside her–cunt, mouth, and ass–swell and spill heavily inside her, pumping her full of whatever passes for their seed. it squelches out of her noisily as the vines withdraw from her sore and battered holes, lowering her gently to the ground, and she can feel the seed mixed with her own slick dripping messily down her thighs.
she lies there, covered in the vines’ juices, panting and enraged and too worn-out and well-fucked to move, and shivers as she thinks about how she’s going to destroy the entire swamp, just as soon as she can get up.
What if the vines impregnated her somehow? Now with the human baby she’s been dreaming of, but with more vines that could slowly grow out of her and start the whole process over again?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion
Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia
Additional Tags: Female Jaskier | Dandelion, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Erectile Dysfunction
Summary:
Geralt’s not really paying attention to the bard singing on the other side of the tavern. Not when a man shouts “stick to being a whore!” and pelts her with bread. Not when she tells them to fuck off, or picks the bread up off the floor. Not until she opens her mouth and says
“I love the way you just… sit in the corner and brood.”
Then he starts paying attention to the bard, and he never really stops.
She never really lets him.
Or: Geralt and Fem!Jaskier fuck their way through all the kinks. Tags will be updated every chapter!
Hi! I saw your fic on ao3 and I loved it! If you're taking suggestions for that fic can I suggest maybe Jaskier in lingerie? Like for an special occasion or just to impress Geralt. Anyway thank you for taking the time out of your day for writing <3
Thank you, I'm so glad you liked it! I am absolutely taking requests, and as it happens, lingerie is already on the list! It should be the fifth or sixth chapter, depending. Thank you for taking the time out of the day to message me, it actually made a huge difference in my productivity. I've got the third chapter halfway done, and you are entirely to blame.
Geralt uses Axii to layer dozens of triggers into Jaskier, so deeply ingrained that removing them would break his mind completely. Jaskier is none the wiser until Gerat’s work is complete, and he becomes the witcher’s unwilling slave. Geralt controls his body, but leaves his mind intact. When they’re in public Geralt forces him to act normally, but when they’re alone…
So originally, this was meant to be an ask sent to @buttercupkinks when they were stressed about their portfolio and wanted kinky mind control shenanigans. Well, one ask turned into ten turned into 1500 words of pure filth. So congratulations on having completed your portfolio, and please enjoy this very extended prompt as a much belated ‘you did it!’ present.
CONTENT WARNING: Mind control, noncon, sex slavery
Geralt uses Axii to layer dozens of triggers into Jaskier, so deeply ingrained that removing them would break his mind completely. Jaskier is none the wiser until Gerat’s work is complete, and he becomes the witcher’s unwilling slave. Geralt controls his body, but leaves his mind intact. When they’re in public Geralt forces him to act normally, but when they’re alone…
Well, when they’re alone, Geralt lets the act slip. He lets Jaskier beg and struggle and scream. Jaskier pleads with him at first- this is wrong, we’re friends, Geralt, why, why are you doing this to me- but Geralt is done living by humanity’s supposed standards. They never do, so why should he?
After that, Jaskier begs. No, no, you’re hurting me, stop, Geralt stop, please please stop- which Geralt enjoys. He’s not stupid enough to do any permanent damage. He worked so hard to make Jaskier his, he’s not going to let it all go to waste. Just bite marks and bruises, all easily covered. He doesn’t even fuck the bard dry, though he does consider it. It seems more trouble than it’s worth, chafing his dick just to hear Jaskier scream when he can accomplish the same thing a hundred different ways.
(If perhaps Jaskier’s clothing becomes a bit more modest, with collars a little higher and his doublets tightly buttoned, well good. Jaskier’s body is for Geralt to enjoy, and Geralt alone.)
Sometimes he lets Jaskier try to sneak away, before stopping him with a single command. Occasionally he even lets the bard believe he was successful before his body betrays him, forcing him to return when he strays too far from Geralt without permission. Jaskier knows by now that there’s no hope of escape, but he can’t stop himself from trying.
One of Geralt’s favorite things to do is make Jaskier cum, over and over again while he begs for Geralt to stop. Please, PLEASE! No more no more, I can’t take it it’s too much, mercy please MERCY- but he can take it, Geralt makes sure of that. He takes good care of his toy, feeding him well and giving him more than enough water to make up for any lost fluids.
Sometimes too much water, in fact. He makes the bard drink until he’s sick with it, till he can only take small, slow sips at a time. It’s a heady pleasure to refuse him permission to piss, to make Jaskier beg to perform such a basic bodily function. To remind him that every part of his body belongs to Geralt.
He likes to makes the bard suck his cock for it, make him gag and choke as he desperately tries to give Geralt the best blowjob of his life. Sometimes he denies Jaskier for hours, making him suck Geralt till he’s soft- no mean feat. He’ll look up at the witcher pleadingly with wide, wet eyes, cum stained and drooling. Sometimes Geralt lets him, and others he makes Jaskier hold his soft cock in his mouth for hours more. Sometimes until Geralt is hard again, and the cycle begins anew.
Even better than denying him the right to piss is denying him the right to cum. Jaskier needs to piss to survive. He doesn’t need to cum, and it’s glorious to watch him struggle not to beg for it. Jaskier was the horniest person Geralt had ever met even before he was being stuffed full of witcher cock every night. Now the smell of lust and arousal never leaves him.
Sometimes Geralt will deny him with one of the many commands layered into him, forcing him to the brink and back but not letting him go over. Sometimes he’ll do it manually, fucking and fondling until just before the bard cums. Occasionally he pulls away just as Jaskier peaks, removing all stimulation and ruining the orgasm, leaving him just as horny and desperate as before. Once he denied him for six whole weeks, watching Jaskier’s desperation mount until he finally broke down and begged.
“I thought you hated this, that you were begging me to stop.”
“Please, I’m sorry! I’ll stop, I’ll do anything, just let me cum, please let me cum. I need it so badly Geralt-”
“What a fucking slut, whoring yourself out on your knees, begging for witcher cock. Nothing else will satisfy you, will it?”
“No, there’s nothing else.” Jaskier said, shaking with the shame of it. “Nothing but your cock splitting me in half, giving me the best fucking I’ve ever had. No one else compares, no one even comes close.”
Geralt smirked at him. “Hmm. Not just a whore, my whore. Since you asked so nicely bard, you can fuck yourself on my cock. If you can make yourself cum, you have my permission.”
Jaskier sobbed in relief, scrambling to position himself over Geralt’s dick. He was already stretched and wet, a mixture of oil and the witcher’s own cum, and he sunk down easily onto Geralt’s giant prick. Less easy was keeping up the pace he needed to finish, or angling himself so that he hit the sweet spot that could make him cum. He panted and moaned, desperate for the stimulation he so badly needed, while Geralt watched, smiling smugly.
“What the matter bard? I though you were desperate. Is my cock not good enough for you?”
“Geralt please, please let me cum.”
“I am letting you come. You have my permission.” Jaskier looked pleadingly into Geralt’s impassive face- impassive except for the wicked gleam in his eyes that told Jaskier exactly what he had to do.
“Please.” He said brokenly, hoping against hope the witcher wouldn’t make him say it. “Please, Geralt.”
“Please what?”
Jaskier shut his eyes, not wanting to see the triumph in Geralt’s eyes as he broke. “Please make me cum. Please, I’m begging you, make me cum.”
“Look at me when you’re talking to me, Jask.” A tear ran down his cheek at the old nickname. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want...” Jaskier said weakly. “I want you to fuck me. To split me open on your cock, to take my ass until I’m raw with it, to strip me till I cum and can’t stop-” His voice got stronger with every word, tumbling out as he gave into the lust. “I need it, gods, I need it so badly, Geralt. Take me, use me, abuse me, do whatever you want, just please make me cum.”
“Hmm. Pathetic, isn’t it? Begging just to be a hole that I use, to come on my cock because you can’t get off any other way. Well I’m feeling generous, whore, so I’ll give you what you need.” Without warning, Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the hips, flipping him onto his hands and knees, ass raised. He slid in straight to the hilt, giving a few deep strokes before adjusting his position. His next thrust hit directly against Jaskier’s prostate, and he’d let out a wanton moan, worthy of any Passiflora whore.
Geralt was relentless, pounding Jaskier’s prostate while he begged Geralt to touch his cock. When he finally did, it was overwhelming, both exactly what he needed and at the same time too much, far too much-
Jaskier screamed when he came, in shame or relief he didn’t know. It didn’t matter either way- he’d asked for it, begged for it, offered himself like a two-copper whore, complicit in his own degradation. He collapsed, ass clenching weakly around Geralt’s still hard cock, moaning as the witcher continued to pound his ass. At the very least he’d changed his target from Jaskier’s prostate to just generally fucking him.
Jaskier came thrice more that night, and begged for every single one.
Even worse than Geralt denying him is when they stay at inns. He can try to convince himself that he’s not culpable for what he says when Geralt denies him like that, that it’s no different to being extremely drunk on liquor someone else forced down your throat. If they’re staying in the woods, well, at least he can make his opinions clear.
But at inns Geralt controls his voice as well as his body, makes him pant and moan and beg for more, as though Geralt is his dearest love. Please witcher, please, I need it harder, I need it deeper. No one fills me right, no one else is good enough, no one but you. Gods Geralt, I’m always so fucking desperate for your cock, you’re so fucking good, I love it I love it I love you-
But the very worst part is that sometimes, Jaskier means the words that Geralt makes him say. For all that he hates what the witcher has done to him, for all that he begs and pleads for Geralt to stop, to let him go, a stick, twisted part of himself can’t help but love it. Being nothing more than Geralt’s sex toy, existing only for his witcher’s pleasure. He cums harder on Geralt’s cock than he ever has in his life, cums untouched when he never has before.
He sometimes wonders if it’s yet another command the witcher has layered into him.
Deep down, he knows that it isn’t.
END NOTES
This ended up a little more body control than mind control, but it still counts, right? I would also like to mention the near heart attack I had when I accidentally saved a draft after pressing Ctrl+X (cut) instead of Ctrl+C (copy), and had already deleted it from the google doc I was using to check the word count. Luckily it was still the last thing I had copied, or I might have actually screamed.
Also, I’m fairly certain the asks to Buttercup were more meant to be prompts, but, uh... feel free to use this as a prompt anyway?
