somethingsomething jinx from arcane and rafayel l&ds and them feeling theyre the core of what can doom most if not all their loved ones even if their loved ones viewed it not quite like that but "im glad to have known you / you made my life better while it lasted" and
Sometimes I get really upset that you converted me to bottom Jason because I love bottom Tim (because my favorite character is always the one that gets railed) but now because I love both bottom Jason and Tim so much, I can never win with JayTim fics because I am indecisive with who gets to bottom and can’t decide 😭 and I can never get both of them as bottoms while being shipped together. You’ve ruined me Dae,,,,,,and I love you for it. Thanks for everything you’ve written!
Ahaha, I’ve had people get up me for converting them to lac kink, but I don’t think I’ve ever converted someone to bottom!Jay! Give me a second whilst I cross it off my bucket list...
tbh while I like me a top!Tim, the idea that their first time went as below is deeply hilarious:
It’s not Tim’s fault! It isn’t! Yeah, sure, leaning into stereotypes is bad, but they’re there for a reason, especially in the LGBT community, and Jason is big all over, and cultivates a presence that makes him seem twice as large, and wears a lot of leather...
Sure, there are other things they could do - he’s been fantasising about getting his mouth around Jason’s cock ever since he started fantasising, it feels like - but he’s really had his heart set on getting fucked. He’d cleaned himself out and everything! Even snuck off during patrol to ... help things along, just in case they were too impatient to wait for proper stretching and foreplay once they were back at his place. Tim’s planned his seduction of Jason meticulously.
Jason insisting on going to his place was the first bump in the road. It hadn’t been enough to throw Tim entirely off his rhythm - if fighting with Young Justice taught him anything it was how to adapt plans on the fly - but it had left him with a weird feeling in his stomach, like when you think there’s one more step in a staircase than there actually is, and you wind up slamming your foot down. An unexpected stumbling block.
Jason had been so nervous, offering Tim a drink, that Tim hadn’t been able to stop himself from throwing his arms around Jason’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. Things had got better from there; patrol had been successful and easy, had left Tim’s blood feeling like it was boiling just beneath his skin, and from the way Jason had roused so rapidly, he’d assumed the same of him.
Jason allowing Tim to push him onto his bed had raised a red flag, but Tim had overlooked it, already imagining riding Jason, Jason’s big hands digging into his hips, bruising him up until Jason’s control snapped and he rolled them over and fucked Tim through the mattress. He could already feel the way his thighs and ass would hurt tomorrow, the way the muscle would pull whenever he walked. Steph was on standby to take his patrol, having been bribed weeks ago when Tim had invited her along to breakfasts at Jason’s (he makes amazing waffles. Steph had taken a bite and nodded solemnly at Tim, even as Jason had turned away to start washing the dishes. He’d been wearing an apron. Steph had got it).
Positioning had taken a while. Jason kept moving weirdly. Tim had thought that he’d just wanted to grind, and yeah, Tim could see the appeal in that (oh, fuck, he’s gotta do that the next time they share patrol, crowding Jason up against a random rooftop and grinding against the Red Hood until they both come... fuck yeah, that’s an idea) but he’d come with a goal and it’s getting that deliciously thick cock inside of himself.
He’d finally settled on Jason’s stomach, reached behind him for Jason’s cock, ready to back up onto it when Jason’s big hands had landed on his hips (fuck yes) and stopped him (fuck no).
“Um. I think we’re. We should talk.”
Tim stared down at Jason, slack-jawed. “I’m literally about to ride you through the bed and you hit me with that?”
“Yeah, about that. I.” He swallowed and Tim zeroed in on the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I prefer to bottom?”
“What.”
“I don’t have to - yes. Yes, I don’t like topping. OK?”
Tim dropped Jason’s dick. This wasn’t a conversation he could have while holding that big, thick... Down, boy. “You’re a bottom?”
“Yes.”
Tim buried his head in his hands and muffled a scream. “But you’re so!”
“So what?”
“Butch!” Tim cried, flapping his hands at Jason’s everything. “I think I could be forgiven for expecting-”
Jason’s expression cooled. “You don’t have to-”
“No!” Tim slammed his hands onto Jason’s shoulders, forced him flat on the bed. “No, wait, shit, I’m sorry. I still want to have sex with you. I just. I really wanted to be fucked.”
Jason’s face twisted. “Oh. But. The way you’re with the Titans - I’d assumed.”
Tim gave a slightly hysterical laugh. “You know what they say about that!”
Jason snorted and Tim felt his muscles relax. “Yeah. Looks like we both got bit by it.” He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over Tim’s hip bones. All things considered, Tim’s erection should really be flagging by now, but behold the power of the naked Jason Todd. He buried his face between Jason’s pecs and sighed.
There was a long beat of silence.
“Um,” Jason broke it. “I think I have a way we could still?”
Tim twisted so that he could look Jason in the face. “Hrm?”
A blush slowly crept up Jason’s throat. “I have, a. Um. Double-sided...?”
Tim felt a wicked smile creep across his face. “Show me.”
On a related note, those of you who preventatively block people might want to block ra/dical/fe/m/oftheday. (I'm not big into "callout" posts but I kinda don't want to make a post implicitly in response to their stupid post and then block them without, like, warning y'all. Hopefully this is our last KJ tag bullshit for a while. 🙄)
i’m so glad there are two commercials with elo songs right now bc whenever somebody is watching tv downstairs i hear it and i’m like!!!!!!!!!!!!! elo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! excellent!!!!!!!!!
