Ficlets: Various | DCU | Dick/Jason/Tim (overall) | PG to NC-17 | all 1/1
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Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: For some reason, these all came out as costume-related ficlets. Weird. But hey, I'm three closer to finishing my DCU FFA Dick/Jason/Tim claim! XD
Turnabout is Fair Play | Jason/Tim | PG | 133 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Jason/Tim, borrowing Tim's cape; For dcu_freeforall: Fantasy; For 50_darkfics: Power
Summary: Jason borrows Tim's cape, Tim gets an idea.
Turnabout is Fair Play
"What the hell are you doing!?" Tim practically growled, his left eye twitching and his pulse thundering in his ears as he watched Jason twirl away from the mirror in the cave, then drop into a crouch before him, decked out in Tim's old cape.
Jay smirked back, pulling the black and yellow garment more securely around him, "You've had the pleasure of running around in two of my old costumes now, so I figure I should I get the same option; a little turnabout is fair play, after all."
Tim's grimace slowly morphed into a matching smirk as a wicked idea came to him, and he shot back, "That collar looks a little snug on you; wouldn't want you to choke or anything while Red Hood teaches Robin a lesson."
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Warped Mirror | Dick/Jason | PG-13 | 230 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Dick/Jason, wearing his colors; For dcu_freeforall: Naked; For 50_darkfics: Fixation
Summary: Dick reflects on Jason wearing his costume during the events of "One Year Later: Brothers in Blood".
Warped Mirror
It wasn't until the whole thing was long over with that Dick was able to really process the fact that Jason, of all people, had been wearing his costume. A pretty accurate replica, it had been the same black and blue stretched over a body that wasn't his own, the effect like looking into a warped mirror.
And that was about the nicest way to put it. Mockery was more like it. Jason was already a good two inches taller than him, had a slightly leaner build and a more rounded face, and seemed to wear that obnoxious smirk perpetually. He looked... wrong in the Nightwing costume. And with so much blood having been spilled at Jay's hands, some of it managing to soak into the blue and turn it a disgusting brown, there really was no denying it: the younger man hadn't belonged in that costume, no way, no how.
So why the hell had Dick not been able to stop staring at Jay's ass while it wore the form-fitting black of the uniform?
Maybe he was just feeling protective of his reputation as the bearer of the hero community's Best Ass. Or maybe Roy had been right, and he was way too into costume and identity play for his own good. Either way, it was just another reason to want to strip Jason naked and leave him that way.
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All Dolled Up | Jason/Tim | NC-17 | 636 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Jason/Tim, fucking and clubbing; For dcu_freeforall: writer's choice: cross dressing; For 50_darkfics: Dance
Summary: Timmy in a dress is way too much temptation for Jason to not take advantage of.
All Dolled Up
Jason absolutely could not help himself. Not that he wanted to. Not with Timmy all dolled up as a chick to work an angle and infiltrate a gang that had been pushing drugs through this club for two months now. Especially not with the kid shaking his tiny, shapely booty out on the dance floor, writhing with the mass of people, half of them high as kites.
Sliding up behind him, Jay snaked an arm around Tim's waist, pulled him close, and started to move with him, grinding into his ass as they dipped and swayed with the pounding beat of the music. Fuck, the kid could move. The way he pressed back against Jay's hardening cock was entirely too deliberate, too practiced, but damn, it was hot as hell.
Getting a hand on Tim's hip, he squeezed hard and pulled them flush together, rolling his own hips to make his intentions clear. The startled gasp the younger man let out was too perfect, so Jay leaned close over Tim's shoulder to whisper in his ear, "You're too fuckin' hot tonight, Timmy. Should dress up like this more often."
Tensing in his arms at the sound of his voice, Tim pulled away to turn and look at him as he realized just who he'd been dancing with. Shock and anger flashed in his eyes beneath thick, black lashes, and his cheeks and neck reddened beneath some kind of glittery blush that sparkled in the club's lights.
Advancing on him again, Jay smirked wickedly and pulled him in by the biceps, looming over him. "Relax, kid. I meant what I said. And seeing as you want to make this look authentic, well...." Glancing over his shoulder, he located the hallway with the bathrooms, then looked back at Tim and swept forward to crush his mouth with a kiss.
When Tim finally relaxed in his grip and responded to the kiss in kind, his answer clear, Jay turned them to maneuver them toward the bathroom. It was a short trip down the hall and up a few stairs, stumbling the whole way, but when Jason got Tim behind the closed door of a wide stall, there was nothing stopping him from shoving the Baby Bird up against the wall face-first and yanking up his mini-dress.
Goddamn, the kid even had on a red thong to match his slinky dress, his junk all taped up tight to hide his bulge for the evening. Not that it stopped Jason from palming him, feeling his dick straining to get loose as it hardened quick.
Tim only whined low in his throat, pressing into Jason's hand, then back against his crotch as Jay flattened him to the wall.
"Gonna make you scream so pretty, kid," Jay murmured in his ear, opening his pants to free himself.
"Just fucking do it already. Got work to do."
Grinning evilly, Jason slicked himself up with spit, yanked Timmy's thong to the side, and shoved into him with no other warning.
The wail that tore from Tim's throat was absolute music to Jay's ears, and it took only a few hard thrusts and almost no time at all before he was slamming in and coming hard, Tim shaking and crying out with his own painful release beneath the confines of the tape.
Breathing heavy as he gradually recovered, he slipped out slowly, then let Tim's dress fall back down over his abused ass. So fucking pretty, back all shining with sweat and that glitter stuff, wig just barely askew and all disheveled.
"Gotta admit," he breathed, "You're one sweet fuck."
When Tim glared back at him over his shoulder, lips red with more than just lipstick and his eyes telling him to fuck off already, Jay could only smirk. Oh yeah, he'd definitely have to get the Baby Bird to dress up for him again, and soon.
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Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: For some reason, these all came out as costume-related ficlets. Weird. But hey, I'm three closer to finishing my DCU FFA Dick/Jason/Tim claim! XD
Turnabout is Fair Play | Jason/Tim | PG | 133 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Jason/Tim, borrowing Tim's cape; For dcu_freeforall: Fantasy; For 50_darkfics: Power
Summary: Jason borrows Tim's cape, Tim gets an idea.
Turnabout is Fair Play
"What the hell are you doing!?" Tim practically growled, his left eye twitching and his pulse thundering in his ears as he watched Jason twirl away from the mirror in the cave, then drop into a crouch before him, decked out in Tim's old cape.
Jay smirked back, pulling the black and yellow garment more securely around him, "You've had the pleasure of running around in two of my old costumes now, so I figure I should I get the same option; a little turnabout is fair play, after all."
Tim's grimace slowly morphed into a matching smirk as a wicked idea came to him, and he shot back, "That collar looks a little snug on you; wouldn't want you to choke or anything while Red Hood teaches Robin a lesson."
~*~*~
Warped Mirror | Dick/Jason | PG-13 | 230 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Dick/Jason, wearing his colors; For dcu_freeforall: Naked; For 50_darkfics: Fixation
Summary: Dick reflects on Jason wearing his costume during the events of "One Year Later: Brothers in Blood".
Warped Mirror
It wasn't until the whole thing was long over with that Dick was able to really process the fact that Jason, of all people, had been wearing his costume. A pretty accurate replica, it had been the same black and blue stretched over a body that wasn't his own, the effect like looking into a warped mirror.
And that was about the nicest way to put it. Mockery was more like it. Jason was already a good two inches taller than him, had a slightly leaner build and a more rounded face, and seemed to wear that obnoxious smirk perpetually. He looked... wrong in the Nightwing costume. And with so much blood having been spilled at Jay's hands, some of it managing to soak into the blue and turn it a disgusting brown, there really was no denying it: the younger man hadn't belonged in that costume, no way, no how.
So why the hell had Dick not been able to stop staring at Jay's ass while it wore the form-fitting black of the uniform?
Maybe he was just feeling protective of his reputation as the bearer of the hero community's Best Ass. Or maybe Roy had been right, and he was way too into costume and identity play for his own good. Either way, it was just another reason to want to strip Jason naked and leave him that way.
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All Dolled Up | Jason/Tim | NC-17 | 636 w
Prompt: For comment_fic: Jason/Tim, fucking and clubbing; For dcu_freeforall: writer's choice: cross dressing; For 50_darkfics: Dance
Summary: Timmy in a dress is way too much temptation for Jason to not take advantage of.
All Dolled Up
Jason absolutely could not help himself. Not that he wanted to. Not with Timmy all dolled up as a chick to work an angle and infiltrate a gang that had been pushing drugs through this club for two months now. Especially not with the kid shaking his tiny, shapely booty out on the dance floor, writhing with the mass of people, half of them high as kites.
Sliding up behind him, Jay snaked an arm around Tim's waist, pulled him close, and started to move with him, grinding into his ass as they dipped and swayed with the pounding beat of the music. Fuck, the kid could move. The way he pressed back against Jay's hardening cock was entirely too deliberate, too practiced, but damn, it was hot as hell.
Getting a hand on Tim's hip, he squeezed hard and pulled them flush together, rolling his own hips to make his intentions clear. The startled gasp the younger man let out was too perfect, so Jay leaned close over Tim's shoulder to whisper in his ear, "You're too fuckin' hot tonight, Timmy. Should dress up like this more often."
Tensing in his arms at the sound of his voice, Tim pulled away to turn and look at him as he realized just who he'd been dancing with. Shock and anger flashed in his eyes beneath thick, black lashes, and his cheeks and neck reddened beneath some kind of glittery blush that sparkled in the club's lights.
Advancing on him again, Jay smirked wickedly and pulled him in by the biceps, looming over him. "Relax, kid. I meant what I said. And seeing as you want to make this look authentic, well...." Glancing over his shoulder, he located the hallway with the bathrooms, then looked back at Tim and swept forward to crush his mouth with a kiss.
When Tim finally relaxed in his grip and responded to the kiss in kind, his answer clear, Jay turned them to maneuver them toward the bathroom. It was a short trip down the hall and up a few stairs, stumbling the whole way, but when Jason got Tim behind the closed door of a wide stall, there was nothing stopping him from shoving the Baby Bird up against the wall face-first and yanking up his mini-dress.
Goddamn, the kid even had on a red thong to match his slinky dress, his junk all taped up tight to hide his bulge for the evening. Not that it stopped Jason from palming him, feeling his dick straining to get loose as it hardened quick.
Tim only whined low in his throat, pressing into Jason's hand, then back against his crotch as Jay flattened him to the wall.
"Gonna make you scream so pretty, kid," Jay murmured in his ear, opening his pants to free himself.
"Just fucking do it already. Got work to do."
Grinning evilly, Jason slicked himself up with spit, yanked Timmy's thong to the side, and shoved into him with no other warning.
The wail that tore from Tim's throat was absolute music to Jay's ears, and it took only a few hard thrusts and almost no time at all before he was slamming in and coming hard, Tim shaking and crying out with his own painful release beneath the confines of the tape.
Breathing heavy as he gradually recovered, he slipped out slowly, then let Tim's dress fall back down over his abused ass. So fucking pretty, back all shining with sweat and that glitter stuff, wig just barely askew and all disheveled.
"Gotta admit," he breathed, "You're one sweet fuck."
When Tim glared back at him over his shoulder, lips red with more than just lipstick and his eyes telling him to fuck off already, Jay could only smirk. Oh yeah, he'd definitely have to get the Baby Bird to dress up for him again, and soon.
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