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Oblivious character, but oblivious in the way that they're very self aware about their own feelings and just assumes that they're an open book and that everyone knows exactly how they feel even though nobody can tell shit
Like something comes up and they're just soo frustrated because "because i'm in love with you?!? Obviously?!??"
And every single mother fucker around including the person they're in love with is like "!?!?!?!? YOU ARE?!?!?!?!"
(so i posted the wrong fic for the wrong prompt and had to delete it BUT HERE’S THE RIGHT FIC FOR THE RIGHT PROMPT SORRY GUYS also what is this what is this fic i just wanted jason tearing tim apart okay)
Anon asked: jaytim; 17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away
His kisses are biting, bruising. They’ve only just gotten back to the cave, Jason slamming hard on the breaks of his bike before he grabs Tim by his front and shoves him up against the nearest hard surface to smother him. It’s one of the cave walls, rock is digging into Tim’s back even through the heavy material of his uniform.
“Jason.” He calls out, trying to get him to pay attention, try to get him to do anything else but focus on how Tim’s skin tastes under his tongue. His cape and cowl have already been unclipped by his bike. His belt is forgotten on the floor. Jason’s still gloved hands are now working on the clasps of his tunic. “Jason!”
He’d been trying to kill Tim about half an hour ago. He got dosed with something– it wasn’t directly Ivy or Joker or Scarecrow, but some second or third party distributor that seemed to be trying to earn his doctorate in chemistry by playing with certain unstable super villain chemicals. Jason got a hit and he’s been running hot since.
He’d tried to kill Tim, then chased him back to the cave, and now he’s all over him. Literally.
Tim doesn’t shove him off. He plants himself firmly, doesn’t know how Jason will react if he even did fight back, doesn’t know if he wants to know with his protection being stripped away from him under the hard press of Jason’s hands. Tim lets out a groan as Jason’s teeth sink into the side of his neck, canines just piercing, but it’s enough to hurt like a bitch, draw blood, and as Tim groans, Jason moans, takes it as a good sign as he peels away another layer from Tim’s body.
His lips are still on Tim’s throat, tongue dragging through the blood, sucking it from his skin, sucking until more comes up. He’s bruised up, Tim can feel it, and turns his head away when Jason comes up from his neck seeking out his mouth– his lips are broken bloody, bruised up already, from fists and kissing and he’s rather Jason take it out on his neck now then his mouth. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like he’s picky right now. He settles to land on Tim’s jaw, biting once more with Tim letting out small little sounds not wanting to instigate more and not wanting to show distaste. He’s going to look like a complete mess come tomorrow.
“Jason,” He tries again, but whatever’s in the man’s blood is making him deaf or blocking off complete reason. There’s no shaking him. “Come on, damnit, that–” Tim gasps, his words tapering off when Jason grabs at his crotch, squeezes so hard Tim can feel it through his jock and it’s uncomfortable enough that he’s legs come together out of instinct.
He’s nearly worried he’s gonna have to knock Jason out right before Dick comes speeding into the cave just a second later, lets his bike fall down as he darts towards the pair with a injection pen in hand. Jason doesn’t even hear him as he comes up behind him, stabs him in the neck. There’s a second of shouted outrage, Jason’s attention tears away from Tim, turns from lust to rage in the split second it takes for the sedation to take hold and Jason’s falling forward, unconscious.
Dick catches him with a little ‘oof!’, his arms suddenly full of the full weight of Jason. “Jesus,” he says after he gets Jason’s weight under him, not letting him slump to the floor. “He did a number on you, baby bird.”
Tim looks at him like he’s stupid. A hand reaches up, runs across the mess that is his neck, and looks down at the collection of blood and spit that comes away on it. His eyes don’t look back to Dick or to Jason. He grumbles, walks off towards the medical bay.
“Next time,” he calls back, hates that he can still feel the throbbing pain in his neck. Hates that he’s gonna be sore tomorrow. Hates that he’s hard. “Get here faster.”