Happy Birthday to Akumastrife! I hope you like this though I’m not certain it’s what you wanted. Also it’s kinda bad I’m so sorry I’ll write something else tomorrow when I’m less sleepy. <3
Pairing: JayDami - Aged up / future
Damian had to give Jason credit as he had completed underestimated the older man’s ability to act. When they had first gotten the intel which had led them to the deduction that they would have to play certain… roles in order to apprehend their target, Damian had been apprehensive. After all, while his acting abilities were adequate for such a farce, he didn’t necessarily feel comfortable performing without the one person he would allow himself to go on the mission with. He’d never seen Jason act in the years that he’d known him, not really, so he’d been reluctant to suggest it at all.
Oh gosh it’s absolutely wonderful. It’s really sweet.
And you’re just so thoughtful, thank you so much <3
It’s part of a tradition that they’re invested in keeping alive.
JayTimDickDami smut- I am seriously giving you free reign here. ROBIN PILE THAT SHIT UP! 3-sentence AU thing. - anonymous
(Oh my glob, how do people write these on a regular level? Especially with Dick as a participant because not being able to use the word “dick” for genitals is almost killed me. Also: underage stuff with Damian @ 16ish and implied Tim underage stuff before that.)
20 Days of Smutuary: 2. Gunplay
Note: ahaha oh god this is terrible I’m sorry I feel like this is so ooc
Every brush of the gun, already warmed by his skin, across his length makes him shudder. In his mind he knows it isn’t loaded, in fact Jason had removed the clip and opened the chamber in front of him to show him before they even started. However it was difficult to remember when he was blindfolded, bound, and kneeling on cold, unforgiving concrete, the only warmth coming from the gentle wash of the other man’s breath as he speaks to him.
“Wow, Kid.” he breathes, his smirk evident in his voice. “You’re making a mess of my gun.”
Damian wishes he could snarl out a scathing retort but Jason was smart, had gagged him, so all he could do was twist his head away in silent defiance. This draws a dark chuckle from the older man’s throat, one that made the teen’s throat work around the sudden lump that had become lodged in it. Desire coiled in his gut as the barrel of the weapon pressed against the tip of his length, gently circling it and causing Damian’s hips to jerk.
Suddenly fingers grab a fistful of his hair and jerk backwards, making the teen’s back bow and his cock jerk. “Always so domineering yet it gets you off for someone to take you down a peg, doesn’t it?”
Damian wants to spit in his face, wants to struggle, wants to protest and spew insults out him, simply out of instinct. However that’s why he’s bound in a manner that makes it incredibly difficult to move, why he’s gagged, why he’s naked with only his hearing as an asset. Only then can he stop fighting just a little, only then can he give in to lust and depravity, to forgetting about pride and strength and just feel. Todd knew what he needed because he needed it, too; it was an unspoken truth between them.
Damian sucked in a quick breath through his nose when Jason’s mouth closed around the front of his exposed throat, teeth dragging lightly over the sides of his trachea. Later he’d deny the muffled sound, one he refused to call a whimper, that came from his throat, his entire body trembling a little. Damian had to struggle not to whip his head around when he heard the firearm clatter to the floor, but moaned in appreciation when gloved fingers curled around his length, slowly stroking.
“I’m going to take you apart, Brat.” Jason murmured as his mouth slid up to trail across Damian’s jaw. “Piece by piece, until there’s nothing but this.”
Damian just moaned and let his head bow, his entire body trembling; he couldn’t even bring himself to mentally protest the words. Jason had always made good on his little promises, had never failed to impress or conquer in this particular arena. All Damian could do was give in and weather what was to come.
The brat did not always allow them to rest like this while they enjoyed their afterglow. Jason’s arms were wrapped around the kid’s torso with Damian’s head against his chest. It was almost as if the little demon was hiding, though Jason was never sure what he could be hiding from. All he could do was hold Damian close as his hand gently rubbed up and down the kid’s spine, fingers tracing over long, ridged scars.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, sex with a minor, breathplay (unedited oops I’m a lazy shit)
AN: This was originally part of a verse where Bruce never died and got Damian from the get-go, so Damian never had Dick as a mentor/farther figure. I don’t know if knowing that actually changes how this is read but I’m mentioning it anyways.
yes good, quality underaged porn is the only way to wake up right
Characters: Damian Wayne and Jason Todd w/ mentions of Batfam + Talia
Warning: Mentions of sex? (obvious from the title right?)
A/N: This has been in my drafts part of my tumblr for awhile. I wasn’t sure what was going on anymore so here’s some cuddles.
Damian is partial to getting hugs due to the lack of getting any when he was younger, but with Jason it just seems to make him feel at peace.
Despite what everyone thinks, Damian is the type of person that will need someone to just hold him. His mother rarely did, and even when she held him, it was only on his birthdays where he was allowed an affectionate hug from her. But only after he had gotten beaten up pretty badly during his test match to see if he earned the right to know who his father is.
Cuddles are actually the best, and I’m sad they aren’t in fics more
Title: Open Wide
Rating: NC-17 (dubcon, underage, gunplay)
This is akumastrife’s commission request for JayDami gun kink fic. Hoorah! Bruce pillow is one step closer to being paid for!
“Open wide, baby Bats. I have a present for you.”
Everything is perfect