#joyfire

[ancientdreams-in-a-modernland]

Batkids make fun of Tim for having the same taste as Bruce, aka Kryptonians.

But, the most embarrassing taste, is Jason's.

Not because he likes losers, his crushes are pretty badass.

No, the problem is he has the same taste as his older brother.

Who he is similar in age.

Like imagine dating your brother's exes. Roy and dick definitely had one or two makeouts, don't even start with Starfire.

So, like. Once a month Jason cringes and curses his brother at 5 am.

[mellosdrawings]

Jason shall forever be baby, no matter which Outlaws gang he's with.

[adorablegores]

I think Jason would unconsciously seek out older partners because he's never been any of the adults in his lives first priority and I fear he would absolutely devour the attention

Whether that'd be good or bad for him is up to you

[moviecritc]

with the band ୭̥⋆*｡

singer!koriand'r x fem!reader x drummer!roy harper x bassist!jason todd. your partners look way too hot performing for you to be normal about them (+18)

The air was thick, your stomach felt like you just swallowed an aux and your panties were soaked. You didn’t know where to look.

Roy was shirtless behind the kit, sweat catching the strobes every time he smashed the crash, red hair sticking to his forehead, grin wicked like he knew exactly what those rolling fills were doing between your legs.

Jason leaned into the bass, black cropped tee clinging to every line of him, fingers sliding over the strings with that lethal precision that made your thighs clench.

And Kori God, Kori orange skin glowing under the lights, hair a wildfire down her back, voice pouring out raw and filthy and sweet all at once, hips rolling like she was already fucking the microphone stand.

You were pressed against the barrier, front row, pulse in your throat and lower, trying to breathe through how bad you needed them. All three. Right now. On the stage, on the floor, anywhere.

Then Kori’s eyes locked on you.

She didn’t miss a note. She just prowled to the edge of the stage mid-chorus, dropped to her knees in one fluid motion, and reached down. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you up until your mouths crashed together. The kiss was hot, tasting like cherry gloss and sweat, and the entire crowd roared behind you but you barely heard it. She moaned into you, tongue sliding against yours while the line she was supposed to be singing vibrated against your lips instead.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead stayed against yours, voice husky in the mic for the whole venue to hear: “This one’s mine tonight.”

Roy’s snare hit like a gunshot. Jason’s low growl of a bass line dropped an octave, eyes dark and fixed on you like he was already planning how hard he was going to make you beg later.

Kori licked her lips, gave you one last teasing bite, and stood, spinning back to the mic with a laugh that promised you weren’t leaving this venue without all three of them inside you.

Your knees almost gave out. You grabbed the barrier to stay upright, soaked through, aching, counting the seconds until the last chord because the second they were off that stage they were yours.

The dressing room door slams behind you and the lock clicks like a starting gun.

Kori has you by the throat before you can breathe, her grip firm but not cruel, just enough to remind you who decides when you come tonight. She walks you backward until the back of your knees hit the bed, mouth on yours again, hotter than on stage with no audience to perform for now.

“Such a good little star,” she purrs against your lips. “Look at you, dripping for us before we even touched you.”

Roy’s behind you in a heartbeat, hands sliding under your skirt, fingers hooking your ruined panties and dragging them down your thighs.

“Jesus, babe,” he laughs, low and filthy, “you’re a fucking flood. This all for us?”

You try to answer, but Jason’s already there, crowding in on your left, calloused palm cupping your jaw and turning your face to him. His kiss is rougher, teeth nipping your bottom lip hard enough to sting.

“Use your words, princess,” he murmurs. “Tell us how bad you need it.”

“Please—” It comes out a broken whine.

Kori’s smile is pure sin. “On your knees, sweetheart.”

They move you like you weigh nothing. Roy’s hands on your hips guiding you down, Jason’s fingers tangled in your hair, Kori standing over you radiant and terrifying and so beautiful it hurts. Your knees hit the bed at the same time as your palms, and three belts clink open at once.

You don’t get time to think. Kori fists your hair, tilts your head back, and feeds you her strap (the big orange one you love) in one slow push that makes your eyes water.

Roy’s already behind you, spreading your thighs wider, sliding into you with a single brutal thrust that punches the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, there we go,” Roy groans, hips snapping forward, hands bruising your waist. “Take it so pretty.”

Jason watches for a beat, eyes dark with hunger and waits for Kori to empty your mouth with a wet plop. Then steps in and fills your mouth, thick and salty on your tongue. You choke, drool already spilling, but you don’t pull off.

Kori strokes your cheek with deceptive tenderness. “That’s it, baby. Open up for them. Let them wreck those pretty holes.”

They set a ruthless rhythm: Roy pounding into you from behind, Jason fucking your mouth in slow, filthy strokes while Kori keeps you pinned exactly where she wants you. Every time you moan around Jason, Roy curses and drives deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the small room.

Then they switch.

Jason hauls you up by the arms like you’re a doll, spins you, bends you over. He’s inside you before you finish gasping, one hand fisted in your hair arching your back, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks.

“This what you wanted, princess?” he growls against your ear. “Watching us play with you like a desperate doll?”

“Yes—f-fuck, Jason—”

Roy’s in front of you now, cock slick from your pussy, pushing back into your mouth with a lazy grin. “Taste yourself, sweetheart.”

Kori moves easily, fingers under your chin lifting your teary eyes to hers. She’s stripped off the strap, thighs spread, glistening.

“Come here, love,” she coos, guiding you down between her legs while Jason keeps railing you from behind. “Make me come on that greedy tongue and maybe I’ll let you have theirs.”

You lick into her like you’re starving, her taste making your eyes roll. Her thighs clamp around your head, hips rolling, praise dripping from her lips. “S-such a good girl. Nghh! Right there, don’t stop—”

Jason’s pace turns punishing, every thrust shoving your face deeper into Kori. Roy’s back to stroking himself, waiting his turn, telling you how gorgeous you look getting used from both ends.

You lose track of time, of whose hands are where, of anything but the stretch and burn and fullness. They flip you again (onto your back this time), Kori sliding down to straddle your face while Roy lifts your hips and sinks back in. Jason kneels beside you, cock in your hand, then your mouth, then gone again as they trade places like they’ve choreographed it.

Kori comes first, grinding hard against your tongue, crying out your name like worship. Roy follows seconds later, pulling out to stripe hot across your stomach with a broken groan of “fuck, baby—”

Jason’s last. He flips you onto your stomach, drags your hips up, and fucks you through the mess Roy left, one hand between your shoulder blades pinning you down.

“Come for me, princess,” he orders, voice shredded. “Come on my cock while they watch.”

You shatter so hard your vision whites out, sobbing into the cushions, body shaking as he pumps you full and keeps going until you’re limp and beautifully ruined.

When it’s over, they collapse around you in a tangle of limbs and sweat and soft laughter. Kori kisses your temple, Roy nuzzles your neck, Jason’s fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh.

“Our perfect girl,” Kori whispers, voice warm. “Did so well for us.”

You can’t even speak yet, just a blissed-out hum, floating in the haze of always being fucked so good. And they didn't even use their piercings this time.

main masterlist. art by nanihoo in ig

[chaoticbatfam]

The Bats thinking YJ is a polycule is the funniest thing

Even if it it IS True but especially if it isn't

It's just funny

Alfred: were you aware, sir, that one of your sons is in a relationship with more than one person? bruce: *not even looking up from his paperwork* tim? yeah, i've known about his team for a while now alfred, who had been talking about Jason, Roy and Kori: i'm not sure . . . bruce: oh come on, you've seen the way they work together alfered: alfred: it seems i need to have a talk with Master Timothy

Dick: so how are your boyfriends, bud? tim: tim: my what? dick: your boyfriends? or, sorry, do you use some other term? tim: cass *leans over to tim and whispers* he means Superboy and Kid Flash tim: oh they're good

[mysticlael]

Bat inco quotes

Roy, in Jason’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night? Jason, knocking Roy off: WHAT THE HELL?! Roy: Ow— Jason: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Roy: I had a nightmare. Jason: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Roy: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Jason, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Roy: That is not what I meant— Jason: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Roy: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Jason: Yeah, okay- Roy: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Jason: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Roy, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Jason: I did not consent to this- Roy, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Jason, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s five-foot-eleven, he’s got red hair- Roy: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it. Jason: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Roy: Oh, maybe together we could— Jason: NO. Roy: Just to save water— Jason: No! You don’t even pay for the water! Roy: …Good point.

Steph: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Jason: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying Steph's* hey besties !!1! Steph: I literally hate you so much.

Dick, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was your age… fine dining. Damian: Fix yourself.

Tim: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Steph: 'Prettiest Smile' Dick: 'Nicest Personality' Jason: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Cass: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Steph: Today at 7 am, Tim poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Dick: I watched Tim brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Damian: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Damian, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Bruce: … Bruce: What’s in the box? Damian: What woul- Bruce: Damian, what’s in the box? Damian: I think you know.

Bruce: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Damian: Even better! Bruce: What the fuck did you- Damian: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Tim: What are we gonna do?! Jason: Blame you?

*Dick comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Barbara’s bedroom.* Barbara: Dick, are you.. coming to bed? Dick: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Dick: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Barbara: ...

Roy: sapnu puaS. Kori: What?? Jason: What language is that? Roy: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Roy was removed from the groupchat*

Kon, admiring a sleeping Tim: You’re so cute. Tim, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Kon, lovingly: I know.

Duke: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Tim: They're empaths.

Steph: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Dick: No, that's not how you make cookies. Duke: FLOOR IT!! Jason: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Damian: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Steph: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Tim: DO IT! Bruce: NO-

Tim, at Kon: Would you like to stay for dinner? Bernard, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

Damian: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

[renta-bat]

Jason talking to Dick about dating Babs

Also Jason:

[onnahu]

I want a batfam fic where Jason dissapears, so Steph and Cass break into his place to investigate, and all they find is a note like that:

I got married and am now on a space honeymoon, where we get married at every single planet we can.

Xoxo

Jay

Ps.

Whoever found it - Get everybody's (especially B's) reactions on camera and give to me as the best wed gift in the world, and you'll be my favourite forever.

If you're B - Fuck you, you always ruin my fun, and you're not allowed at my place, so if it's you I hate you. Fuck you, B.

Is it a joke? Did he really eloped? And with who? Because he sure as hell didn't tell anyone. Like, WAS HE EVEN DATING?

Anyway, Steph and Cass have a blast out of it.