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[mr-media2k]

Damn we both have a tumblr account (even tho i just joined 10 minutes ago lol) ((i didnt know you were here though)) (((trust me!!!)))

hi :D

hi fellow textwaller!!! :3

[prideinmymouth]

ohh what's going on with "incest chicken (dicktim)" 👀👀

wip folder ask game

lmao this is actually one of my more helpful instances of file naming because it's just. gay chicken. but incest

it's technically a ric grayson fic, but the only important part is the amnesia aspect. and the whole separation of selves thing he's got going on in that story. essentially, tim tracks ric down to wherever he's staying that week and tries to convince him to come home and go back to being nightwing, which ric is like. very not on board with. he gets fed up with tim calling them brothers real quick, but tim won't budge (because he fought hard to be able to call dick his brother, damnit), so ric, in a stroke of brilliance, tells tim that he can prove they aren't brothers

unfortunately, there is only one thing ric can think of to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he isn't tim's brother. but it's not like tim would go through with it, right? even suggesting they have sex will clearly be enough to prove to tim that ric is not his brother

anyway, no snippet, because i have actually just remembered how fun this fic is and am about to go work on it to maybe post… next month? idk i have a few things going on rn but soon. good work, anon. gold star for you

[prideinmymouth]

Oh wait RIP anon... hi I'm back to very normally request JayTim BFTC human ashtray on anon...

-Kel :)

wip folder ask game

haha hi kelso!!! bftc human ashtray is one of my kinktober wips from last year that i didn't end up finishing after god punished me for my hubris that month. it's the only one of its kind i included on the wip list because i set it like bait in a trap for you specifically >:3

it's, like, pretty shamelessly pwp, so i don't have much to say about it lol. here's a snippet though:

The click of Jason's lighter closing nearly makes Tim flinch. Out of the corner of his eye, Tim watches Jason take a long drag. He waits for Jason to let it out with bated breath. Jason doesn't. Instead, he sits up straighter, legs falling from Tim's back. It's warning enough, but Tim's reflexes are sluggish; he doesn't have even have time to tense up before he's being grabbed by the back of the neck and wrenched around. Smoke, hot and thick, is blown in his face. It pours into the air around him in an oppressive wave, filling both his vision and lungs. Breathing through it is impossible. The smoke is searing wherever it touches; his eyes have begun watering again, but damn if he's going to cry in front of Jason Todd. Instinctively, his body is trying to jerk away, but he's caught in Jason's iron grip. The muzzle over Tim's mouth is a stretch of thick leather covering the entire lower half of his face, with belts and buckles keeping it strapped into place around the top and back of his head. Connected to the bottom is a collar fastened just a little too tightly around his neck and locked with a key that Tim can almost make out the outline of in Jason's pocket. With only his nose exposed, every breath he takes drags in smoke that he can't seem to push out enough of at a time. Each aborted cough makes his chest seize up, but Jason refuses to let him pull away. It's somewhere between the feeling of suffocating and burning alive. Tim dreams about both far too often these days to not know. For about five minutes, between the moment Jason lit up his first cigarette and the one where he'd put it out, the smoke had reminded Tim of his dad. Now, the familiar smell of cigarettes is one he'll never be able to associate with anything but this. Tim thinks he hates Jason for that more than anything else.

tim is also half french in this fic. not even for any particular reason. i just felt like it

[prideinmymouth]

wip folder tag game

i was tagged by @secretsix06 :3

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask about what most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

i'm only putting down wips i've already written at least 1k words for and worked on in the past few months, because all my wips would be a bit much… yes, these are all the actual file names for my wips. no, they are not at all helpful when i am trying to tell at a glance what a wip is even about.

1.) don't let the nightwing bite (dicktim) 2.) don't make it weird (dicktim) 3.) forced incest pwp (dicktim) 4.) incest chicken (dicktim) 5.) lowkey unnegotiated cnc (dicktim) 6.) nightwing care manual (dicktim) 7.) secret third kind of consent (dicktim) 8.) thrown to the wolf (dicktim) 9.) undercover lessons (dicktim) 10.) dick train (dicktim) 11.) out of order dick (dicktim) 12.) problematic age gap (dicktim) 13.) red string of fuck tim drake (dicktim) 14.) tim's suffer era (dicktim) 15.) i'm not so sure i did (brudick) 16.) actual jaytim incest (jaytim) 17.) brotherly love (jaytim) 18.) bftc human ashtray (jaytim) 19.) one year later (jaytim) 20.) and they were roommates (casstim) 21.) bftc if it was good (casstim) 22.) azbats makes robin understand (jeantim) 23.) lay yourself at the alter of fear (jeantim) 24.) you know what they say about history (stephtim) 25.) robin zero year (duketim) 26.) mating for dummies (timtam) 27.) compliant with kinktober guidelines (brudicktim) 28.) the batgirl costume is available (dicktimbabs) 29.) the pros and cons of dating dick grayson (dicktimbabs) 30.) playing with dolls (casstimbabs)

…okay, looking back, it's a still bit much. please ignore how much of this is just dicktim

anyway. i'm tagging @deepwithintheabyss and @melodyatlas, because you're both stuck with me for life even if the two of you are now divorced(?)

[prideinmymouth]

god, take my cramps and give them to dick grayson

A weight landing directly on top of him rends Tim the rest of the way from his sleep.

Dick is lucky Tim caught a hint of his aftershave as he was coming in through the window or it would've been a much ruder awakening for the both of them.

As it is, Tim only sighs and starts patting him down for injuries, hands dragging and drowsy. Nightwing wasn't supposed to have been out tonight, but it's always better safe than sorry when it comes to Dick. It's not like he was supposed to have been in Gotham either, yet here he is.

He doesn't seem to be injured, but this isn't exactly the kind of wake up call Tim is used from him. Not nowadays.

A nightmare, maybe? It's a little early for Dick to have been asleep, woken up, and made the drive from New York, but his sleep schedule always gets a little wonky after a long mission off-planet.

Dick makes a noise that could either be reassurance or complaint. It's hard to tell from where his face is shoved against the side of Tim's neck.

Tim runs his fingers through Dick's hair, scratching lightly against his scalp in apology.

… A birthday?

No, Tim's already passed. They don't typically keep track of other dates, though. Well, except—

Shit. Did Tim forget their anniversary?

Dick gropes blindly up Tim's body until he finds his mouth and lets his hand fall over it, uncoordinated and probably harder than he meant to.

God, Tim should not be thinking about groping while Dick Grayson is pressed so completely up against him like this.

With palpable reluctance, Dick pulls away from Tim's neck. "Shhh. Can hear you thinking."

The newly waning moon is hidden behind a cloud, but the lamps on the street outside the (still open—damn it, Dick) window are just enough to see the contours of his face by, only a few inches from Tim's own.

In the few seconds it takes Tim to make up his mind about licking his boyfriend's palm where it's still covering his mouth, Dick drops his hand back down onto the bed. Curse his years of honed brotherly instinct.

Any indignance melts away the moment Dick replaces his hand with his lips.

It's an odd angle, but Dick doesn't seem terribly interested in moving, even if it would likely take some of the strain off his neck. His hand on the pillow settles over Tim's neck, covering his pulse. The kiss stays slow and sweet, like the taste of syrup in Dick's mouth.

Hm. Pancakes at this hour? Definitely a point in the nightmare column.

Dick huffs against his lips. He kisses Tim again—once, then twice—before pulling back.

"What am I gonna have to do to get you to stop thinking, kiddo?"

Tim own hand comes up to lace together with the one playing with the little hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls Dick's hand up to his cheek instead and tips his head to the side to press a kiss to his palm.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he requests.

That's an expression he's never seen on Dick's face before. Tim spends—probably too long memorising it.

"It's nothing important."

The tone, however, is one Tim has heard a million times and hated each and every one of them. Dick may have been able to fool Tim when he was younger, but they've been through too much in the years since for it to work anymore.

He sighs. "You're hiding an injury."

"Tim—"

"You haven't been on patrol since you got back."

"Tim, that's not—"

"I should've known." Tim pushes to his elbows, dislodging Dick from his position sprawled a little too bonelessly atop his chest. "You got hurt while you were in space—"

He's nearly reached the switch to turn on the light by his bedside when Dick hooks his legs around the back of Tim's thighs and rolls with his full weight, flipping them.

Tim yelps and scrambles to catch himself before he can fall on Dick, lest he aggravate whatever injury has kept Nightwing off the streets for the past few nights.

"I," Dick says, enunciating clearly, "am on my period."

Huh.

Tim… honestly, didn't know Dick was still capable of getting those.

Then again, it's not like Dick talks about this stuff very much. Up until a really horrifying incident during No Man's Land that Tim, Dick, and Babs have an unbroken pact to never speak of ever again (and not even because of the zombies), Tim hadn't even known Dick wasn't fully transitioned.

Something about surgery recovery time. Tim was a little distracted dodging hellfire at the time to fully listen to what Dick was saying. One of the zombie gangster's many sins.

"You're thinking about the skels again, aren't you?"

"They were zombies!"

"You're lucky we didn't let you tell Batman that."

"It was the truth," Tim protests, a bit too loud in the dark of the room.

"Batman doesn't want the truth."

"Oh? Is that the official word from the Bat himself?"

Dick's lips quirk up. "You can ask, you know."

He's not talking about Batman anymore.

Outside, the moon has just broken the clouds, diffusing pale light throughout the room. The harsh, contrasting shadows cut over the line of his jaw, the ridge of his nose, the spill of his hair. Just like the night they first met, Tim can't bring himself to look away from Dick Grayson for even a second.

Always, the camera is elsewhere, and always, Tim's focus is right here.

"What do you need?"

Dick's expression, now, is familiar enough to be Tim's very own north star. The intensity in his eyes never truly fades, but the edges of it soften when they land on Tim.

"I told you, it's nothing important," he says in a low voice.

This time, it isn't a lie, but Tim isn't assuaged. Some part of him, he thinks, will never outgrow the need to take away Dick's pain. There's a gap a mile wide between what Dick needs and what he'll allow himself to ask for.

Tim's never done this for Dick before, but he does have the experience. Steph was never shy with talking about it when her period came around, and Dana was more than happy to give him advice on how best to help.

Vigilantism, as in many ways, may actually have prepared him better than he thought for something like this. They all have their own stock of painkillers, sealed food and water in easy reach of their beds, heating pads for soreness. He'll probably need to go shopping in the morning. Dick's mission went on a lot longer than originally anticipated, so Tim hasn't restocked some of his favourites yet…

Dick reaches up and taps Tim's forehead twice. "Thinking again."

"Just trying to figure out what I have already," Tim says distractedly.

Eyes narrowed, Dick tenses in a way that means nothing but trouble. Tim can almost sense the next flip coming and, out of habit more than anything, lets his entire weight drop down onto Dick.

Instead of following through with it anyway, Dick's body goes totally loose beneath him.

"Just this," says Dick.

It's quiet, but the vibrations from his voice spread throughout Tim's body, like the shower of sparks that still make an appearance wherever they touch, even after all these years. One of Dick's hands, almost too hot, slips under Tim's shirt and just past the line of his waistband, rubbing little, absentminded circles against the bare skin of his hip.

Tim brings his own arms up to wrap around Dick and hold him close.

"All I need is this."

[prideinmymouth]

undone

word count: 3.4k chapter count: 1/1 rating: explicit archive warning: cntw

fandom: dcu, batman relationships: dick grayson/tim drake characters: dick grayson, tim drake additional tags: hero worship, possessive behaviour, porn with feelings, gentle sex, incest kink, uniform kink

summary:

It's heavy, Dick knows from experience. The bulk of those wings outweigh the rest of the suit tenfold, and the strain it put on his manoeuvrability is what made him drop the design in the first place. Even then, it was almost worth it in those fleeting moments when he took to the skies on wings of his very own. Tim wears it better than Dick ever did. That Tim is wearing it at all has been driving Dick insane for the better part of this mission.

or dick learns to appreciate his least favourite suit. it's a lot easier when tim is the one wearing it.

(@dicktimweek day seven prompt wings.)

[prideinmymouth]

present

word count: 1.6k chapter count: 1/1 rating: not rated archive warning: cntw

fandom: dcu, batman relationships: dick grayson/tim drake characters: dick grayson, tim drake additional tags: reverse robins, fluff, first kiss

summary:

"Well, well," he drawls. "If it isn't the Boy Hostage." The ropes chafe a little when Dick squirms under his gaze. "Hostage implies there's a ransom." "There is a ransom." Tim pinches the bridge of his nose. "I've paid it. Every time."

or robin is sold to gotham's most notorious crime lord. for the third time this month.

(@dicktimweek day six prompt reverse robins.)

[prideinmymouth]

perennial

word count: 5.5k chapter count: 1/2 rating: not rated archive warning: cntw

fandom: dcu, batman relationships: dick grayson/tim drake characters: dick grayson, tim drake additional tags: angst, hurt/comfort, friendship, family, pining, unrequited love, hanahaki disease, chronic illness

summary:

Less than a year later, Dick isn't Robin anymore. Tim falls in love all over again, watching him grow into something new, the same way he did the first time: quietly and from afar. The flowers are long gone by the next time he meets Dick Grayson, but the seed stays.

or tim has roots in his lungs, spring in his mouth, and a feeling he can't shake.

(@dicktimweek day five prompt hanahaki.)