April 6th - Somnophilia | Dollification | Drugging | "What Happened Last Night?"
April 7th - Ignored Safeword/Bad BDSM Etiquette | Dacryphilia | Age Gap | "I Told You To Hold Still"
April 8th - Mutual Noncon | Wound Fucking | Cannibalism | "I Can't Stop"
April 9th - Breeding | Baby Trapping/Forced Pregnancy | Object Insertion | "I Know You Can Take It"
April 10th - Forced To Watch | Undercover | Marking/Branding | "Take Me Instead"
April 11th - Grooming | Extreme Underage | Training | "You Can Do Better Than That Can't You?"
April 12th - Tentacles/Oviposition | Magically Connected Sex Toy | Xenobiology/Non-Human Genitals | "What Are You Doing?"
April 13th - Mind Control/Conditioning | Body Modification | Mentor/Mentee | "That Wasn't So Hard Was It?"
April 14th - Virginity | Incest | De-Aging | "Just Lie There And Take It"
April 15th - Cockwarming | Collars/Leashes | Knotting | "Be Good For Me"
April 16th - In Public | Sexual Slavery/War Prize | Omorashi/Piss Play | "Just Look At You"
April 17th - Stuck In A Wall | Anonymous Sex | Body Writing | "Please Stop"
April 18th - Mind Break/Hypnosis | Castration | Snuffing/Necrophilia | "There We Go"
April 19th - FREE DAY*
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Look, after the whole Red Robin fiasco, Dick absolutely needs to make sure that Tim won't run off somewhere again on his own. And Tim loves kids and has always wanted a big family, knocking him up is the best solution for everyone! And OBVIOUSLY it has to be Dick's, no one else is good enough for his baby brother.
Spicy alternative, ReverseRobins!Dick is determined to bring Tim home. Tim CLEARLY still cares about all of them, the way he helps them at every turn and keeps working himself to the bone for them and Gotham, even as he keeps himself at arm's length (not his fault, Bruce and Damian didn't treat him right before his death and are too emotionally constipated to make it up to him now that he's back). But while Tim will sacrifice his own mental and physical health, he wouldn't do the same to a baby, and he wouldn't be able to give them up either, so he'd come home to make sure the baby gets the pre- and postnatal care they need, and pregnancy and a baby would soften his defenses enough to let Bruce and Damian back in. And if it STILL doesn't work, then Dick will just knock him up again once he's had the first baby.
(And OBVIOUSLY Dick needs to be the one to knock Timmy up, that's HIS big brother, and while Dick loves Bruce and Damian and Jason and he knows they love Tim, he needs them to understand that Timmy is HIS first and foremost.)
i went with the red robin route, although that reverse robins looks so very spicy.... mostly because a couple of others also asked for red robin babytrapping, so that's what i wrote XD
(@mothsafterdark this one is also for you <3 good luck on your exams!)
this one was a little bit more difficult to write, if only because the first time i tried to write it, the drabble came out incredibly fluffy.... i'm still not happy with it, but it's kinda late, and i don't have much more time. so, it is what it is? but i hope you all still like it.
-> @dc-noncon-fest
dc non-con fest, day four. baby-trapping/forced pregnancy.
Tim is back.
His Tim, his Timmy—his beloved little brother, finally in his arms again.
"Tim, baby bird," he mutters against his skin, trailing kisses along Tim's neck, down his chest, biting and sucking lightly on his small, cute breasts. One of his hands stretching Tim's pussy diligently, fingers thrusting slowly, the way he knows drives Tim crazy. The other holding Tim's own. "My Timmy."
The world stopped the second Dick caught him falling from Wayne Tower, their bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. And later in the medbay, when Tim smiled at him, it felt as if something inside of him settled down. A restless, agitated feeling put to rest with Tim's presence alongside his.
It had been—so hard. How many times had Dick wanted Tim with him, pleaded for his little brother to be there? How many times he'd wished for Tim's advice, his rationality, his deductions? His way of calming Dick, of putting him at ease?
Now that he's back—
"Dick…!" Tim whines in his ear. Dick smiles faintly, keeping it hidden. His little brother is so cute, when he starts to get desperate. "I need more!"
In a bedroom Tim is just starting to get familiar with, they're both naked under the covers. Having Tim under him again, against the bedsheets, so lovely, hair a mess and red staining his cheeks; there were moments Dick thought he would never get to see such vision again.
Dick interlocks their fingers together, and kisses Tim roughly, the way he knows his brother loves. Forceful, with his weight behind it, tongues swirling as if it were a fight; a bruising kiss. One that leaves its mark, when Dick leans back and instead of letting go, he bites Tim's lip and drags it a bit, the almost taste of blood sinking in.
"Yeah?" He asks, breathing hard, so in love with this boy it might kill him if Tim ever decides to leave again. "You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"
He can't, he can't, Tim can't leave him—
"I do," Tim pants, pushing his hips against Dick's hand, grinding against his fingers, seeking much more. "I do, so please," he begs, heartbeat in the palm of their hands. "Fuck me, big brother."
It's an arrow to the heart. It's a shot of arousal down his cock. He doesn't have any condoms—can't even fathom using them—and the brief thought of Tim catching, of him getting pregnant with Dick's child feels like a divine prophecy.
Wouldn't that mean he'd never leave?
God, he needs to be inside Tim's pussy now.
He'll go without condoms, he'll replace Tim's pills, he'll make sure—
"Where's the please, baby bird?" He teases, even as the fire of desire burn him inside out. Tim, pregnant with his baby, never far away—Dick would never experience that awful emptiness again, that desperate, aching wound in his soul with Tim's shape on it. "Did you lose your manners overseas?"
Tim snorts and then attempts to frown at him. "Don't make me laugh," he says with a smile. "Idiot."
Tim kisses him, this time, softer than before, and moans in his mouth, tantalizing—knowing how to push Dick's buttons better than anyone else.
You have to stay, something inside him breaks. Maybe it broke the day Tim left.
Tim, please, he wants to beg. You'll stay, right?
Instead, "Cute," Dick comments against his lips, smirk in place, once they've put the slightest bit of distance between them. "So cute, baby."
Dick takes his fingers out of Tim's warm cunt, and aligns his hips with it, sliding his cock against Tim's lower lips, the slick making it so, so easy.
"Dick, wait, you didn't—"
He pushes through and sinks deep in one thrust, making Tim moan out loud. Whatever he was trying to say gets lost in the feeling of them connected. Dick doesn't wait for Tim to get used to it—a cunt that used to know his shape will do so once again—doesn't want to waste one more second when he's finally one with his Tim again. When after so many months, of worries and fears and what seemed like half his limbs gone, he's fucking Tim once more, fast and hard, almost in a frenzy.
"—the condom, Dick!" Tim gets through him with a weak slap, arm trembling from pleasure just like the rest of his body.
The words register, but Dick doesn't stop. He continues to fuck his little brother, drowning in his moans, in all his sweet sounds. "It's okay," he reassures him, kissing him all over, messily and so, so tender. You'll stay, you'll stay, you'll stay. "You'll be fine, Timmy."
"But…!" The word trails off into a whine halfway through, Dick's pace so punishing all Tim can do is let himself bounce on it, mind struggling to keep up with the present. "But…!"
The bed groans at their rhythm, and Dick starts to go faster, the tightness in his abdomen ignored in favour of pushing Tim to the edge. When his brother cums, his pussy clenching around Dick, he follows, thrusting throughout both of their orgasms.
"It's alright," he grunts, barely able to make out the words, the pleasure blinding, the fullness in his heart overwhelming. "We'll be fine, baby bird, we'll be okay."
Cumming inside, begging for it to take, planning to make it happen.
(Pills, IUD's, Dick can make them disappear. Tracking Tim's period, giving him supplements, changing his diet—)
"I promise."
Dick will do anything, everything, to make Tim stay.
Rating: E | WC: 7.5k | Pairing: Barry Allen/Wally West/Iris West
For @dc-noncon-fest
APR 14/Day 9
Virginity | Incest | De-Aging
“Just Lie There And Take It”
Bruce houses Dick, feeds him, clothes him. Dick says all the time that Bruce takes him on outings, showers him in affection.
Wally is, for a split second, nearly consumed by jealousy—and then an idea occurs to him.
Between his speed and the obvious distracting factors, neither Bruce nor Dick notice Wally, who turns back and runs home to Blue Valley in three seconds flat.
He needs Dick to teach him how to do that.
@dc-noncon-fest Day 12 - Stuck in a wall | Anonymous sex
Robin in a wall
Summary:
"Stupid mission," Damian snarled as he tried to pull himself inside, feeling as if the wall closed tightly around his waist, the grip preventing him from either pulling or pushing himself. "Just great."
After a few more tries, Damian gave up and tapped his distress beacon. Whoever was closest would get him free of the stupid wall, but it was humiliating to wait.
Suddenly, Damian felt something or someone tugging at his belt. It shouldn't be possible, the skyscraper was tall enough that the clouds hid the streets below.
Wordcount: 1,546
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Damian Wayne
Tags: Kabeshiri | Stuck In a Wall, Anonymous Sex, Pussy Spanking, Cum Slut Damian Wayne, Come Inflation, Double Penetration, Dubious Consent, Writing on the Body, Anal Fisting, Belly Bulge, Mild Breeding Kink, Watersports
When Tim awoke, he was tied tightly enough that he couldn't move. It wasn't the first time - at a certain point, being the 'boy hostage' felt less like a joke and more like a depressing inevitability.
He shifted slightly. His limbs felt unbelievably heavy, like he was about to sink into the earth. It was hard to focus, his thoughts moving at a snail's pace. Tim gritted his teeth - he had to try to focus, even if it was hard. Right, first thing - hard to think, exhaustion. He had definitely been drugged; that was the first worrying thing.
He still couldn't quite make himself open his eyes, so he tried to focus on anything else. The pain in his wrists and ankles was strangely grounding, and he tried to see what else he could feel. To his surprise, it was… softness.
It took him a moment, but he realized that he was tied to a bed.
That was the second worrying thing.
Tim shifted slightly, testing the give. There was very little - whoever had tied him up had clearly known what they were doing.
When Tim finally managed to crack his eyes open, he was greeted with deeply nondescript concrete walls. Featureless gray slabs stared back at him, illuminated by a single bare bulb. It was cold in here, Tim's face prickling in the chilled air. Strangely, though, the rest of his body didn't feel cold at all. Interesting.
He forced himself to pick his head up, rewarded by a sharp throb through his temple. His pained grimace quickly vanished when he saw that he was covered with a thick blanket. A kidnapper who hadn't wanted him to be cold?
That confusion quickly turned to alarm when he shifted, really processing the feeling the material of the blanked against his skin. His bare skin. Underneath the blanket, he was completely naked.
So his captors had taken his clothes off, tied him spread eagle on a bed, and locked him in what was clearly some kind of rape basement. Well. There was the third worrying thing.
Tim shuddered, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. A little frantically, he began to work at his bonds - he had no idea when his captors would be back, but if he was lucky, it might be enough time for him to squirm out of the rope.
And then do what? The door was definitely locked, and without his suit, he wouldn't be able to get out. Tim grimaced, thunking his head against the mattress. At least it seemed clean enough - the sheets were surprisingly soft under his skin, clearly made of a nice cotton flannel. His favorite kind of sheets.
Huh.
There was a click. Tim laid his head back down, his wrists stilling. So much for that.
When his captor entered, Tim could hear the thud of their boots across the floor. Almost silent, but not quite - just loud enough to hear.
When Dick walked into view, he froze for a second, his stomach twisting in shock. The feeling was quickly followed by a rush of relief flooding his system. He was getting rescued.
Dick was in the Batman suit, his face swallowed by the dark cowl. He was frowning, the corners of his mouth just barely downturned. "Batman-"
Dick held up a hand, pushing his cowl back. His dark blue eyes were unreadable. "It's alright, Tim. It's just us."
Tim's brow furrowed. Even still, why would he take off the cowl? "What's… going on?"
Dick stepped closer. Tim felt that same twist in his stomach when Dick sat beside him, the bed dipping under his weight.
This close, Tim could see the exhaustion in his face - the slight burn of stubble, the faint bruises under his eyes. As they locked gazes, Dick smiled. That familiar, warm smile - the one that Tim hadn't seen since Bruce died.
Dick reached out, cupping Tim's face. The leather glove was cool against his cheek. "How are you feeling?"
"I - what?" Tim squirmed. "Someone's - drugged me, Dick. How do you think I feel?"
Dick's smile fell. "You don't remember."
Tim felt his heart pounding in his chest. Dick wasn't acting right. "Remember what?"
"You got hurt." Dick leaned in close, gripping Tim's face a little tighter. "You almost died."
"I don't…" Tim shifted, trying to move his face away from Dick's hand. Dick didn't let him go, keeping his hold firm. It was almost painful. "That doesn't make sense. Why am I not in a hospital? Why am I…?"
He couldn't quite bring himself to say it. To admit what he had already pieced together.
With his other hand, Dick drew the blanket off of Tim, letting the fabric fall to the ground in a heap. Tim shivered as he was exposed to the cold air, skin prickling with goosebumps. Dick's hand lingered on Tim's stomach, caressing the soft skin. "See?"
Tim forced his head up, staring at where Dick was touching. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his abdomen, concealing whatever wound Tim must've gotten. "You threw yourself into a League hideout with no backup, not even telling us where you went." Dick's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "When I found you, your guts were spilling out on the floor."
Tim bit his lip. "Dick…"
Dick leaned forward suddenly, expression growing hard. "I almost lost you. Do you have any idea how that felt? What was going through my head when I saw you, inches away from death?" His face grew even closer, and Tim could feel Dick's hot breath against his skin. "I can't lose you too, Tim. I love you too much."
Tim was still reeling from I love you when Dick pressed a kiss to his lips.
The touch was soft and chaste, just the barest brush of skin. Even still, Tim's heart pounded, a flush rising to his pale cheeks.
It still didn't feel real - none of this did. Dick Grayson, the man he'd been infatuated with since before he knew what love was, was kissing him. He was kissing him and his hand was skirting down his body, only stopping once it was resting against Tim's inner thigh. Tim shuddered, instinctively trying to close his legs - but he couldn't, of course. He was tied with his legs spread apart.
When Dick's hand moved up, cupping his cunt, Tim froze. He had known that this was coming - there was no other explanation - and yet, he still couldn't quite believe it. He let out a faint noise at the touch, twisting his head away from the kiss.
"Wait - wait, Dick, wait." His voice was thin and high with panic, making him sound much younger than he was. "What are you - I don't understand. Why are you doing this?"
Dick slid his fingers along Tim's labia, making the younger man shudder as his thumb brushed against his clit. "I'm doing this for your own good."
Tim gritted his teeth. "That doesn't make any - ah!"
He couldn't help the noise that escaped his throat as Dick abruptly began to slide a finger into Tim's cunt. He was dry, and even though it was just one finger, it burned. "Dick!"
Dick shushed him, though it seemed like he was only half paying attention to Tim. He was staring at where his finger was stuffed inside Tim's pussy, the black material of the Batsuit's glove obscene against Tim's pale skin. Tim let out a groan as Dick's thumb once again touched his clit, beginning to circle the sensitive nub.
It didn't take long for Tim to get hard. Tim should've found this entire situation so revolting that he wouldn't be able to get turned on - but this was still Dick. Dick touching him like he had fantasized about, curling his finger inside his cunt and making Tim's hips arch.
When Dick finally looked back up at Tim, his expression was intense. He curled his finger again, and this time, a whine escaped Tim's throat.
"It doesn't make any sense." Dick admitted, pressing another kiss to Tim's lips. "But this is the only way I can think to do it without… damage."
Tim thrashed at the overwhelming sensation of Dick fingering him open. He could feel himself growing wet, each thrust of Dick's finger easier than the last. The pressure against his clit was making his entire body throb. "Do - anh - do what?"
"Making sure that you can't hurt yourself anymore." Dick kissed along his cheek and jaw, pausing to scrape his teeth against Tim's skin. "I'm not gonna let you throw your life away. Maybe that's selfish, but…"
When Dick slid a second finger into him, Tim couldn't stop himself from clenching around the intrusion tightly. He still felt off-kilter from whatever drugs Dick had pumped into his system, and the stretch was making him woozy. "How is this protecting me?"
Dick nuzzled against his ear. "Because I'm gonna knock you up."
Tim froze. A wave of cold nausea rushed through his body, all the air escaping his lungs in a rush. "No."
Dick's grip on his jaw tightened again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm not exactly asking for your opinion, Timmy."
The affectionate, brotherly nickname that Tim only tolerated from Dick made his heart pound even harder. "No, you can't - you can't, Dick, please."
"I have to." Dick's sad tone was immediately contradicted by the swipe of his hot tongue against the shell of his ear. Tim shuddered in revulsion. "You won't listen to me, Tim. You won't get help, you won't follow common sense, you won't even come home. But if we have a kid…" Dick kissed his neck again, sweet as anything despite his words. "You'll have to stay."
"No, no," Tim whimpered. Despite the horror gripping his insides, he could feel the way that his cunt pulsed around Dick's fingers, fluttering with each expert swipe.
This was insane. Tim bit his lip harshly, trying to ground himself with the pain. "Dick - wait, wait, there's something wrong, you - was it Ivy? Someone else?"
Dick finally pulled back, looming over Tim. He began to move, and for a moment, Tim thought he was walking away - but then he settled between Tim's legs. The new angle let him twist his fingers even deeper inside Tim, the feeling making his eyes roll back.
"Would that make it easier?" Dick cocked his head. "If it wasn't really me?"
When he pulled his fingers out, Tim couldn't help the groan that clawed its way out of his throat. Dick began to unbuckle his utility belt, the golden metal clinking ominously. "Sorry, Tim. I'm all you get."
When Dick pulled his cock out from his tights, Tim couldn't help the frightened way he sucked in air through his teeth. Dick was already hard, the flesh swollen and angry with arousal. He wasn't disproportionally large, but as Dick laid his member across Tim's lean stomach, he couldn't help but think that it looked entirely too big.
Dick seemed to lose himself for a moment, dragging his cock against Tim's skin. It felt unbearably warm, especially in contrast to the chill of the room. Even still, Tim shivered at the touch.
"You don't have to do this." The words were weak, but Tim could barely think past the rush of blood in his ears. "We can figure something else out, we can - I won't tell anyone, just please don't do this-!"
Tim's words died on his tongue as he felt Dick press the head of his cock against his entrance. The blunt pressure tore a whine out of his throat, and he tried fruitlessly to squirm away. He was tied too tightly, locked in place - helpless underneath Dick.
It only took the barest hint of force for the tip of his cock to slide in. Tim tensed up as he was finally breached, fists clenching tightly even though it didn't hurt. It didn't hurt at all. Tim's face flushed as Dick tilted his hips forward, his cunt letting out a wet sound as he was penetrated.
"Oh, Timmy…" Dick sighed fondly as he continued to slide deeper. Tim's cunt fluttered in protest, but the feeling only seemed to spur Dick on. "You really were made for this, huh?"
Tim couldn't respond - he couldn't say anything, couldn't breathe. The feeling of Dick pressing inside of him was too overwhelming.
Dick finally pulled his gloves off. tossing them off the bed before wrapping his hands around Tim's waist. His touch was surprisingly gentle, even as he hoisted Tim's hips up, lining him up before pushing in all at once.
Tim gasped loudly, head falling back against the mattress. Dick was so deep like this, his cock filling every inch of Tim's cunt - the head was pressed firmly against Tim's cervix, almost painfully. When Dick ground forward, Tim couldn't help but whimper.
"Fuck," Dick hissed, pulling out slightly before slamming back in. The roughness of the movement was unexpected, and Tim let out a shout of surprise. "Fuck, just like that. You're such a good boy."
Tim's face flushed at the praise. Dick's gaze finally moved away from where he had been staring at his cock disappearing into Tim's pussy, and he shot Tim a teasing smile - as though he were just goofing around with Tim like usual. "Such a good boy, taking my cock like this." He moved one of his hands over, and Tim instinctively tightened up when Dick began to circle his clit with his thumb. "Getting so excited at the thought of getting bred, huh?"
"Dick," Tim sobbed, shaking his head. Even as he did so, he could feel his body betray him - his cunt throbbed at Dick's expert touches, only making him clench more tightly around Dick's cock. "You can't, you can't."
Dick leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of Tim's mouth. "I have to. Besides… I don't think you really want me to stop."
He paused for a moment, taking his hand off of Tim's hip as he did something. There was a soft twang noise, but before Tim could figure out exactly what he was up to, his leg was being hoisted into the air.
A second too late, Tim realized that Dick had cut the rope tying one of his ankles to the bedframe. He immediately tried to twist out of Dick's grip, but Dick had already grabbed him too tightly - he pressed Tim's leg against his chest, spreading him obscenely open.
When Dick thrust in, Tim's face flushed at the sound - he was so wet, pussy making loud noises every time Dick buried himself inside. Dick let out a soft laugh, continuing to tease Tim's clit. "Your body is a lot more honest than your mouth." He teased. Tim was starting to hear the strain in his voice, and he wondered if Dick was close to coming. The thought was terrifying. "Your cute little cunt is practically sucking me in - I don't know if I could pull out if I wanted to."
"Please, please," Tim groaned - he wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't make himself look away from Dick's face. "Not - inside-"
Dick pulled him into a kiss. It was sloppy and wet, Dick shoving his tongue into Tim's mouth so forcefully that he was practically fucking his face. Despite himself, Tim moaned. When Dick sat back, there was a line of saliva connecting their lips.
"I can't wait to fill your womb." Dick groaned - his finger was moving so fast against Tim's clit that he was seeing stars. "Pump you full, over and over again until you're dripping with it."
"No," Tim whined - his arms had started trembling as he uselessly struggled against his bonds. Even still, it felt so good; Dick's cock fucked into him like he was made for it. Despite the horror still sitting ice-cold in his stomach, Tim could feel himself getting close to his own orgasm.
"I'll take such good care of you," Dick slurred, pressing a messy, open-mouthed kiss to Tim's neck. "Make you feel good like this every day - you won't need anything else." The kisses quickly devolved into rough bites, Tim groaning as Dick's teeth sank into his sensitive skin. The pain was heady, making Tim shiver. "You're gonna look so good knocked up for me."
Tim let out a broken sob as he finally came, pleasure and fear washing over him in uncontrollable waves. He could feel when Dick followed suit, hot cum spurting deep inside his cunt. Dick moaned, grinding the tip of his cock against Tim's cervix, as though he were trying to force his spend inside.
It shouldn't have felt so good.
When Dick rocked back onto his heels, he let Tim's leg fall to the side - though he didn't release him. He kept his grip tight as ever, shooting Tim a small, tight-lipped smile.
"Ready for round two?" When Tim shot him a horrified look, he just laughed. "We have to make sure it worked, don't we?"
