#jaytimsteph

[mellosdrawings]

When both your partners are hoes and you are good with a camera <3

Also just wanted to give Jason an actual leather outfit on top of his other outfit. Ma boi needs a full wardrobe of suits.

[pridequest64]

Older!Damian: Shame Drake will remain the smallest Robin.

Jason: What are you talking about gremlin?

Steph: Yeah Tim is freaking huge.

Damian: Are you two blind? Drake is clearly the shortest Rob…

Jason:

Steph:

Damian: The Lazarus can not heal the mental wounds you people inflict on me.

[goddessofbees]

Day 29 Kidnapping, with Jason and Steph!

[caitwritesao3]

Someone indulge in these late night JayTimSteph thoughts with me…

JayTim are currently together and everything is great and fantastic except for the sex. Tim rarely gets off (he ends up having to do it himself after Jason’s long finished.) Jason becomes frustrated cos all he wants is to make Tim feel good.

Jason knows Tim and Steph used to date and even after they broke up they had a friends with benefits thing going on. So he goes to Steph and explains the situation. Steph laughs in his face, “Making Tim come is the easiest thing in the world.”

Cut to a few nights later Jason enters Tim’s bedroom. Steph has him sprawled out on the bed, tongue lapping at Tim’s pussy, two fingers buried in his ass. Jason watches as Tim comes so hard his back fully leaves the bed. Steph sits up wiping her face with the back of her hand.

Steph brags that Tim’s already come four times and they only started twenty minutes ago. Tim gets flustered and tries explaining things to Jason. All Jason can focus on is the prominent wet spot on the bed, Steph’s spit and Tim’s come glittering on his thighs.

Jason stands in the middle of the room, harder than he’s ever been in his life as Steph pulls out a strap the same size and thickness as Jason. Ten minutes and two more orgasms, Tim’s face is a mess of dried tears, breathing erratic, his eyes are fully glazed over and he’s barely holding on to consciousness.

Steph orders Jason to strip and get his ass on the bed. Jason in his hurry breaks the zipper of his jeans and face plants into the side of the mattress. Steph straddles his lap and tells Jason she’s going to show him exactly how to make Tim come the next time Tim is on top.

Jason’s white knuckling Steph’s waist as she rides him. She encourages him to lick, bite, suck her tits. Which his mommy issues having ass happily does. Hers are bigger than Tim’s but the premise is the same.

Steph comes twice before she takes Jason over the edge. She then tells him to lick her clean so she can get an idea of how he gives head. After a few pointers he manages to wring an orgasm out of her with his tongue.

Fast forward a week or two later. Tim is sandwiched between Jason and Steph, one in each hole. Together they keep going until Tim is sobbing and overstimulated. They both clean him up and give him a kiss before Steph pins Jason down to ride him until she’s had her full. She blows Jason until he finishes and she lazily shares a sloppy kiss of Jason’s come with a tired Tim.

As Tim dozes off between them Steph pokes Jason’s nose and says, “See you weren’t fully the problem. You just needed some help.” Jason rolls his eyes and falls asleep with his face in Tim’s hair and a hand on Steph’s tit.

Anytime JayTim have sex after that alone, Jason is able to make Tim finish multiple times. As enjoyable as it is they feel like some thing is missing. Cue them calling up Steph who’s more than happy to join them. Jason also finally gets a taste of Steph’s strap which further amplifies his mommy issues. (In a good way)

[polybatcest]

assorted jaytimsteph headcanons bc this is truly one of my fave rarepairs of all time

some may assume that tim is the connecting link that leads to steph and jay also dating. not so. steph is the one who got jay and tim to actually be in a room without trying to kill each other long enough to realize that they can actually get along really well

i don't think they really have like.... a formal discussion about all of them starting to date. relationships within the batfam tend to be pretty fluid anyway, with everyone fucking and dating and kissing each other, and so the three pairs here all started doing stuff separately and then they kinda just slowly merged into a Relationship Unit

all of them end up getting together sometime in their very early 20s. order is roughly timsteph -> jaysteph -> jaytim, but also it's kinda hard to define exactly when "having sex" turned into "dating" so it's a little nebuluous

tim & steph dated in high school, then stuff got weird with steph's whole death thing and they didn't date for a while after she came back. they spent a chunk of time rebuilding their friendship and reconnecting with each other, then that slowly turned back into romance

steph & jason started dating a little after tim & steph got back together. they were drawn to each other from pretty early on, but steph was wary about getting too close to jason until he got a bit less... murder-y. he's been fond of her since he learned that she once hit tim in the face with a brick. as soon as they start hanging out regularly the sexual tension is off the fucking charts. does not take long for them to start fucking and then dating

tim & jason had a pretty tense relationship for a while. eventually steph said "look i think you two would get along if you just tried to hang out as jason and tim instead of red hood and robin, can we have a game night together or something?" and they both agreed because they both love steph. turns out she was right. a mix of casual hangouts, patrolling together, and a handful of serious talks led to them becoming really close friends, which then developed into sex and romance

jason and steph have the same sense of humor. they bond over the weirdness and occasional guilt of growing up poor and then abruptly being brought into a family of rich fucks

jason and tim love to antagonize each other. sometimes it does get too heated and steph has to intervene before they start punching each other. most of the time it's playful. insulting each other is like foreplay to them

tim and steph have the kind of samebrain you can only develop with someone youve known for over a decade. they can happily spend hours talking or playing games or just like hanging out together in silence without it feeling awkward

i love them

[rbundollie]

Melodies & Harmonies

jaytimsteph, no capes au, Pt 1 SFW - WC 1404 poll at end, full version will be posted on Ao3 along with inspo credits ~ ❤️💜❤️~ ❤️💜❤️~ ❤️💜❤️

Music swelled through the air and Tim felt it from the tips of his toes through the heartbeat in his chest. It called his body to move, to let it flow, to express himself in primitive ways. 

He loved it. Loved letting go, letting it carry through him, letting the beat decide his movements. 

“Come on!” Steph called as she dragged him into the crowd of club goers. Her sparkling dark purple dress rode high on her thighs, matching her eye shadow and showing off her perfectly toned legs, all accentuated by her strappy heels. 

Sometimes he liked to match her, pull on a swishy short skirt that would flow with his movements, but tonight he'd been desperate for the feeling of freedom, the escape of the music, and picked her up as soon as he was off work. The result was his suit jacket, vest and tie left in the car and just the top few buttons of his red dress shirt undone. His hair was messy and un-styled, but Steph called it good enough for her plans of the evening. 

On the dance floor, she spun away, bouncing through the throng of dancers, pulling on random partners to find her groove for the night. She settled with a girl in shorts and a halter, grinding together with the beat. Lipstick smeared between them as Steph tested the waters while simultaneously waving him over. 

Tim took his time, observing the crowd as he moved through. There were several couples and men dancing but it was ladies night at the hottest gay bar in lower Gotham tonight, so the floor was predominantly filled with women enjoying themselves. 

…And there were still the few straight losers that were hoping to get lucky at a game no one else was playing. Tim recognized them separately from the others in the crowd based on the way they leered, grabbing possessively and crowding the other patrons in an unwanted manner. 

He ignored them. Unless someone asked for his involvement, in his experience the ladies those losers tried to make their victims would put them in their place easily enough. Anyone more persistent would be handled by the bouncers. 

Tim began flowing through the crowd, letting the music grip him as he slowly made his way towards Steph. He moved with anyone and everyone that got close, enjoying the fleeting touches and sinking more and more into the beat. 

To his right a small commotion broke out and he laughed with the other patrons as a bouncer handled a guy that wasn't getting the hint his advances were unwelcome in this crowd. The girl he'd been hitting on was now grinning brightly as the bouncer crowded the jerk away, giving him a taste of his own medicine by grabbing hips and grinding to the beat. 

Tim caught Steph's eye across the floor, shooting her a wink as she blew a kiss back. By the time Tim looked back to the show though, it was over. The bouncer was back on the edge of the crowd, watching everyone dance. Tim studied him for a moment as he realized it wasn't a bouncer at all. 

The man was dressed in a leather jacket, fitted jeans and a dark red henley, buttons undone. His dark hair was accented with a  streak of white through his bangs and fell over his bright eyes. 

Tim was enraptured. He could see the man was built, thickly muscled and could probably bench press him with one hand. Tim's mouth watered at the thought, pressing against that plush body, burying his face between the rack the guy was definitely packing… Tim quickly looked away before the guy noticed him staring. 

Realizing he lost track of Steph in the distraction, Tim wandered through the dancers for a moment to reorient before finally finding her with a new partner. A slim brunette this time, but Tim could tell Steph wasn't feeling it. Their met eyes again and Tim tried to redirect her gaze to the hot guy, only… he had moved. 

Again he was on the floor and subjecting another drunk frat boy to a hearty dose of karma. The crowd was laughing again as the jerk who'd apparently been hitting on an uninterested woman tried to escape the hot guy showing him what it felt like to get some unwanted attention.

Attention Tim would gladly accept.  

A plan formed in Tim's mind even as Steph moved on to another dance partner. She seemed on a mission to find someone and Tim had the perfect answer for his girlfriend.

Finally catching up to her, Tim brushed her long hair aside to whisper in her ear: “play along”. 

He yanked her aggressively, not his usual style of blending with the beat and forcibly tried to move her in his off rhythm pattern. Her strength pushed back against him, as she stared unbelieving for a moment before narrowing her eyes into a sharp glare. 

She attempted to hip check him off as she spun back to the blonde girl in front of her. 

Tim persisted, tugging her again, ignoring her signal to back off, grinning at the fun of messing with her. 

“You little shit–” she mumbled and Tim for a moment feared she was going to deck him and then strong hands wrapped around his waist as he was pulled away. 

Warm, large hands slotting perfectly over his hips as a raspy voice whispered in his ear, “What about dancing with me instead, hot stuff?”

Tim shivered, letting it roll over him and sink into his bones. The music pounded an inviting tempo around them and Tim was ready.

He blew a kiss at the shocked face of Steph even as he spun and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. “Don’t mind if I do,” Tim purred happily in response. 

The man's face shifted into a look of shock and Tim admired the bright green shade of his eyes.

Using the man's surprise to his advantage Tim whirled them around, pressing their bodies together and keeping them in Steph's range. The warm, muscular body felt just as good as he'd imagined. 

He looked around the man's impressive bicep to catch his girlfriend’s eye, trying to show off the success of his plan, but she was already on board with the program. Her eyes were blown wide as she soaked in the absolute hunk Tim had snagged for them. 

There wasn't another beat of the song missed before she pressed up into their space, trapping them man between them as they flowed to the music. 

Satisfied the net was cast, Tim lost himself in the feel of the warm body and the music coursing through him. The man moved with them after a moment, guided by Steph's hands on his hips and voice in his ear. Tim's hands roamed the plush body, squeezing the muscles he found along the way, enjoying the small gasps that the man let out– sounds that were felt more than heard as they danced. 

Tim wanted more, he wanted to taste– again he caught Steph's eyes, and saw the same desire mirrored. Tim went up on his toes and their lips crashed together over the man's shoulder. He groaned, feeling their new partner's heat, knowing his ear was right there as Steph's tongue tangled with his. She broke off from Tim with a wet smack and immediately pressed an open mouthed kiss to the man's neck. Tim's eyes were glued as she dragged her tongue up to his ear and the guy's eyes slid shut with a shudder. 

“Come home with us?” Steph whispered, close enough for the words to be heard over the club.  

“Please?” Tim added, pressing forward. “Steph makes great waffles.”

“And Tim makes great coffee… and gives excellent… massages,” Steph giggled as she wrapped her arms around the man's torso and squeezed his chest. 

“Uh–” A blush dusted the man's cheeks and Tim wanted to bite. He resisted, instead stroking the man's cheek and meeting his eyes. 

“If you don't want us, it's okay, we will back off,” Tim offered. 

“But we are a package deal,” Steph added. “How it all plays out is flexible, though.” 

Tim watched the man's throat bob as he swallowed. “Um, yeah, okay. Name’s Jason.”

“Hi Jason.” Steph kissed his neck again in greeting. 

“Hi Jason,” Tim repeated dutifully before pulling him down and finally tasting.

Who's Going in the Middle?

Jason

Steph

Tim

Voting ended onMar 6

trying something new i guess :) i have ideas but love hearing others lol

[sasheneskywalker]

steph finds out that tim has a hate crush on jason and tries to arrange a threesome. jason is very baffled and beginning to get paranoid because batgirl keeps flirting with him and making weird innuendos (and he's pretty sure she's dating red robin?). tim doesn't know what steph's doing and is getting worried because she seems to run into red hood a lot lately. jason and tim still find themselves on the opposite sides more times than they actually work together, but at least red hood has stopped fighting red robin at every opportunity (steph thinks jason is too confused by the situation to muster enough anger to seriously hurt tim). she just thinks their fights are hot.

[stele3]

It starts with Grindr.

Well, okay, actually, it starts with a hurricane.

Not the metaphorical kind, either, an actual Category 4 hurricane named Moira that’s headed for Gotham. Batman calls for all-hands-on-deck, and for once everyone buries the hatchet and complies. So many hatchets in the ground. Wait, is that a racist metaphor? Frowning, Stephanie takes out her phone to google it.

She’s positioned in the room so that she can see multiple people, in particular Tim and Barbara Gordon and the Red Hood, Tim because duh, Barbara Gordon because Stephanie lives in the forever fantasy that one day Oracle will fucking ditch and/or kill Bruce Wayne and take over as the Big Boss, and the Red Hood because half of the hatchets in the room are aimed towards or away from him. Stephanie might hate Bruce’s guts and only just barely made her own peace with Tim, but they’re hers to hate, and anyway, if he says anything homophobic that’s her domain, too. So.

Thus far he’s mostly leaned against the wall with his arms crossed in a pose that’s totally casual and not at all practiced. With the shiny red helmet on, she can’t tell how much he’s paying attention. He could be blasting Linkin Park in there for all she knows, or cares.

So she’s standing there, half-listening to Batman talk about disaster response, quarter-listening to the rain picking up outside, and quarter-googling whether the hatchet thing is racist or not. Whatever, Tim’s been on his phone for the last twenty minutes, too.

And then, just as Bruce is pausing in his bulletin, and the rain also coincidentally quieted a little: brrdt!

Stephanie’s head snaps up. The Red Hood has shifted in place and taken out his phone.

“Nuh,” Tim says. Stephanie’s head snaps in that direction. Tim is staring at his phone. Wide eyes dart up to look at the Red Hood. Stephanie instinctively follows, but the Red Hood merely has his head tilted to one side, studying his phone.

The pause lengthens delicately. “Do you need to take a call?” Bruce asks.

“No,” the Red Hood replies. He’s actually got his voice modulator on, like some kind of weirdo. They all know who he is, why would he…? “I’m honestly not even sure what sound that was.”

The thing is, he sounds like he means it. He’s got the helmet and the voice modulator, so it’s hard to say for sure, but his voice doesn’t betray any common tells. Stephanie looks back at Tim. She probably shouldn’t, she’s behind Bruce but she’s facing Barbara Gordon, who is no slouch in the detective department.

Tim has put his phone away and is looking at Bruce. Calm. Collected. Right up until the moment Stephanie pointedly leans out from behind Bruce; then his eyes meet hers and widen, quivering.

What the fuck? she mouths at him.

No one else sees her, though, or if they do, they don’t say anything. So after a second Bruce goes back to talking about coordination with the National Guard. Tim has broken out in a sweat and is subtly vibrating in place. Stephanie’s eyes play a tennis match between him and the Red Hood, who is still poking at his phone.

After about twenty-five seconds, the Red Hood blurts out,

“What the fuck!”

And looks

At Tim.

“Cease your interruptions, corpse,” Damian snaps. “Or you may leave.”

The Red Hood doesn’t acknowledge him in any way, just keeps staring at Tim, whose left eye has started to twitch. He’s still staring at Bruce, though. Does Bruce know what Grindr sounds like? Did Tim seriously just match with the Red Hood? Is the Red Hood seriously a closet case homophobe?

What is going on?