Any Robin pairing, "it's time to unwrap your present"
anonymous
December 8 2011, 20:47:14 UTC
Do you know what the perfect Christmas present is? Why, a gift wrapped Robin of course!
Can be a Robin 'gifting' themselves to another Robin for Christmas, or even one Robin giving a second Robin the gift of a third Robin (is this getting confusing yet?) Also, the notion of "gift wrapping" is open to interpretation. ;)
Re: Any Robin pairing, "it's time to unwrap your present"
anonymous
December 9 2011, 23:16:54 UTC
Well, it was supposed to be a quick little drabble but it kind of got away from me (which seems to happen with every fill I've created for this comm). But hopefully I'll be able to post it soon. ^____^
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (1)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:17:06 UTC
Whew, was starting to think I wouldn't get this finished in time for Christmas! This is set a couple of years in the future, but in a way that completely ignores the reboot.
Grayson,
Season’s greetings.
- Damian
As far as Christmas cards go, it’s not the most personal Dick has ever received. Nor the most festive, what with the message being written on a plain red square of cardstock, folded once neatly down the middle.
However, the gift that Damian had left the card resting on top of? That’s a different story.
Dick’s just stepped out of the shower, and yet he can already feel the prickle of fresh sweat along his hairline.
His first thought is to check Tim for injuries, because Damian may not be as violent and confrontational towards the rest of the family nowadays, but he’s still Damian. Only Dick’s feet don’t really seem to want to move, so he has to settle for a quick visual sweep.
Except somehow he gets distracted.
To be fair, there’s a lot to get distracted by
( ... )
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (2)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:18:08 UTC
“Hey,” Dick murmurs, brushing some hair from Tim’s forehead.
“Hey,” Tim whispers back, voice a little scratchy.
He’s staring up at Dick, waiting patiently for an explanation. Except all Dick can focus on is the way the corners of his mouth look damp, slick with saliva thanks to the ballgag.
Tim licks at his lips distractedly, and Dick jerks his gaze away.
He clears his throat awkwardly, turning his attention to the bedside table, giving himself an extra few moments to gather his thoughts by fussing a little about how he arranges the ballgag there. He can feel Tim’s eyes on him, growing more suspicious with every second of extended silence.
“Okay, so.” Dick clears his throat again. “This might sound a little strange, but, uh, Damian, he, um -”
He’s sure he can actually hear Tim’s eyes narrowing.
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (3)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:20:28 UTC
“So, you…?”
“Yeah,” Dick sighs, forcing himself to meet Tim’s eyes no matter how much he wants to look away. “I kind of… Have, uh, feelings. For you.”
Tim stares back at him, and Dick’s not sure if it’s the drugs still in his system or if Tim’s purposely keeping his face as expressionless as possible.
Dick fully admits that he’s screwed up a lot of relationships in his life, be they romantic or platonic. But apparently it never stops being painful, never stops feeling like he has ice shards digging into his insides.
“You have feelings for me?” Tim breathes, voice so quiet Dick can’t really decipher his tone.
“Yeah, I do. And I guess Damian figured it out, and I’m sorry, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”
“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” Tim says kind of quickly.
Dick exhales through his nose and forces a smile. “Tim, you don’t actually have to worry about hurting my feelings right now,” he insists gently. “You are very much allowed to feel uncomfortable
( ... )
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (4)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:22:31 UTC
“Was that, uh. Okay?” Dick asks, and he hasn’t felt this nervous or kiss-stupid since he was a teenager.
“Yeah, except for the part where you stopped,” Tim replies, and the smirk tugging at his lips is familiar, fills Dick with warmth. Because Tim only gets cocky about things he’s absolutely certain about, which means that, yes, he really does want this.
And it could all be so perfect, because Dick’s finally admitted his feelings, or at least he’s admitted the fact that he has feelings even if he hasn’t quite gone into the depth of them, and Tim is saying that it’s okay, that Tim has feelings too.
But it isn’t perfect, because there’s one very important factor Dick can’t forget. “You’re drugged,” he sighs, sitting up a little straighter and running a hand through his hair. “You’re drugged and I’m the worst human being ever, because I’m using it as an excuse to dump all this on you and you can’t
( ... )
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (5)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:24:37 UTC
Tim makes another soft noise into Dick’s mouth, and Dick can feel himself already getting addicted to the sensation of it, the way it vibrates against his lips. Tim’s fingers scratch at his shoulders, try to pull him even closer, and Dick kisses at his face, his jaw. And then Tim’s hands are sliding lower down his back, pulling Dick’s hips down against his own, and Dick groans into the curve of Tim’s neck at the feeling of pressure and friction.
“Oh,” Tim gasps as if even now he still hadn’t figured out the effect he has on Dick. And Dick wants to be strong, be better, wants to be able to pull back and ask Tim if this is okay, if they’re moving too fast. But instead his hips are rolling down, rubbing himself against Tim’s thigh, lips pressed messily to Tim’s ear.
“Oh,” Tim says again, voice a little more ragged, and then his hips are pushing up against Dick, and he’s just as hard, just as desperate for this, and Dick’s mind sort of breaks around that fact. Fumbling between them until he can get a hand between Tim’s legs, until he
( ... )
FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (6)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 03:25:32 UTC
When his mind starts to work properly again, he’s half-sprawled over Tim, strong fingers stroking a soothing path up and down his neck. It’s kind of perfect, even with the rapidly cooling mess between them.
“Guess we have to thank Damian,” he snickers against Tim’s collarbone.
Tim makes a noncommittal noise and doesn’t stop stroking Dick’s neck. “Actually, I was planning on avoiding him for the foreseeable future.”
“That might be difficult, with it being Christmas and all,” Dick points out sleepily. Tim’s warm against him, solid and wonderful.
“Yeah, well,” Tim grumbles, and his fingers pause over Dick’s hair. “I’m pretty sure when he knocked me out that I was still wearing my jock.”
Dick lets that information sink in. “Holy shit, that kid is creepy,” he whispers, and he doesn’t quite mean for the admiring edge to his voice
( ... )
Re: FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (6)
anonymous
December 24 2011, 04:32:27 UTC
oh my. Damian is a freaky little shit. That is not cool Damian. But it seems that Dick and Tim seemed to like it in the end. lol, is it bad that I can actually see Damian doing something like this? And Timmy bondage is always yummy. this whole fill was yummy.
Re: FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (6)salmon_pinkDecember 24 2011, 05:04:38 UTC
Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed the fill. :D
Damian is most definitely a freaky little shit! It's also my headcanon that he has no understanding of or respect for other people's boundaries or privacy (but God help you if you don't respect his!), so I like to think he'd see nothing wrong with interfering in somebody else's life, if only to get Grayson to stop mooning over that damn Drake! XD
Re: FILL - The Gift That Keeps On Giving (6)salmon_pinkJanuary 2 2012, 02:14:33 UTC
Glad you liked the fic, thank you the awesome comments. Damian truly is the definition of 'creepy kid'. Hell, he's named after one of the most infamous creepy kids ever! But that's why we love him. XD
Can be a Robin 'gifting' themselves to another Robin for Christmas, or even one Robin giving a second Robin the gift of a third Robin (is this getting confusing yet?) Also, the notion of "gift wrapping" is open to interpretation. ;)
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Grayson,
Season’s greetings.
- Damian
As far as Christmas cards go, it’s not the most personal Dick has ever received. Nor the most festive, what with the message being written on a plain red square of cardstock, folded once neatly down the middle.
However, the gift that Damian had left the card resting on top of? That’s a different story.
Dick’s just stepped out of the shower, and yet he can already feel the prickle of fresh sweat along his hairline.
His first thought is to check Tim for injuries, because Damian may not be as violent and confrontational towards the rest of the family nowadays, but he’s still Damian. Only Dick’s feet don’t really seem to want to move, so he has to settle for a quick visual sweep.
Except somehow he gets distracted.
To be fair, there’s a lot to get distracted by ( ... )
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“Hey,” Tim whispers back, voice a little scratchy.
He’s staring up at Dick, waiting patiently for an explanation. Except all Dick can focus on is the way the corners of his mouth look damp, slick with saliva thanks to the ballgag.
Tim licks at his lips distractedly, and Dick jerks his gaze away.
He clears his throat awkwardly, turning his attention to the bedside table, giving himself an extra few moments to gather his thoughts by fussing a little about how he arranges the ballgag there. He can feel Tim’s eyes on him, growing more suspicious with every second of extended silence.
“Okay, so.” Dick clears his throat again. “This might sound a little strange, but, uh, Damian, he, um -”
He’s sure he can actually hear Tim’s eyes narrowing.
“Damian thought that you, no, that I, well, he -”
“The cookies,” Tim groans quietly ( ... )
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“Yeah,” Dick sighs, forcing himself to meet Tim’s eyes no matter how much he wants to look away. “I kind of… Have, uh, feelings. For you.”
Tim stares back at him, and Dick’s not sure if it’s the drugs still in his system or if Tim’s purposely keeping his face as expressionless as possible.
Dick fully admits that he’s screwed up a lot of relationships in his life, be they romantic or platonic. But apparently it never stops being painful, never stops feeling like he has ice shards digging into his insides.
“You have feelings for me?” Tim breathes, voice so quiet Dick can’t really decipher his tone.
“Yeah, I do. And I guess Damian figured it out, and I’m sorry, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable.”
“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” Tim says kind of quickly.
Dick exhales through his nose and forces a smile. “Tim, you don’t actually have to worry about hurting my feelings right now,” he insists gently. “You are very much allowed to feel uncomfortable ( ... )
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“Yeah, except for the part where you stopped,” Tim replies, and the smirk tugging at his lips is familiar, fills Dick with warmth. Because Tim only gets cocky about things he’s absolutely certain about, which means that, yes, he really does want this.
And it could all be so perfect, because Dick’s finally admitted his feelings, or at least he’s admitted the fact that he has feelings even if he hasn’t quite gone into the depth of them, and Tim is saying that it’s okay, that Tim has feelings too.
But it isn’t perfect, because there’s one very important factor Dick can’t forget. “You’re drugged,” he sighs, sitting up a little straighter and running a hand through his hair. “You’re drugged and I’m the worst human being ever, because I’m using it as an excuse to dump all this on you and you can’t ( ... )
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“Oh,” Tim gasps as if even now he still hadn’t figured out the effect he has on Dick. And Dick wants to be strong, be better, wants to be able to pull back and ask Tim if this is okay, if they’re moving too fast. But instead his hips are rolling down, rubbing himself against Tim’s thigh, lips pressed messily to Tim’s ear.
“Oh,” Tim says again, voice a little more ragged, and then his hips are pushing up against Dick, and he’s just as hard, just as desperate for this, and Dick’s mind sort of breaks around that fact. Fumbling between them until he can get a hand between Tim’s legs, until he ( ... )
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“Guess we have to thank Damian,” he snickers against Tim’s collarbone.
Tim makes a noncommittal noise and doesn’t stop stroking Dick’s neck. “Actually, I was planning on avoiding him for the foreseeable future.”
“That might be difficult, with it being Christmas and all,” Dick points out sleepily. Tim’s warm against him, solid and wonderful.
“Yeah, well,” Tim grumbles, and his fingers pause over Dick’s hair. “I’m pretty sure when he knocked me out that I was still wearing my jock.”
Dick lets that information sink in. “Holy shit, that kid is creepy,” he whispers, and he doesn’t quite mean for the admiring edge to his voice ( ... )
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Damian is most definitely a freaky little shit! It's also my headcanon that he has no understanding of or respect for other people's boundaries or privacy (but God help you if you don't respect his!), so I like to think he'd see nothing wrong with interfering in somebody else's life, if only to get Grayson to stop mooning over that damn Drake! XD
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Also, Damian is a creepy kid. (And yet I love him anyway.) I could totally see him doing this.
Anyway, I'll reiterate: Guh.
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