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5 and... jaytimkon??? (For the drabble prompts)

Jpeg fr the things I would do for a jaytimkon from you akfjslajdlaja

-@bi-bats

I haven't drabbled much into jaytimkon territory, but i'll do it for you, beloved <];)

"So how long have you two been married?"

It comes out of Jason's mouth as a joke. Or, at least, he means it as a joke. He expects a scoff or an eyeroll or maybe a besotted smile. He isn't quite sure what to do with the startled look Kon gives him.

"What?" the guy asks, stupidly thick lashes fluttering in abashment. His cheeks go pink and Jason gets the sense he's resisting the urge to fan his face like a scandalized genteel woman.

Jason nods his head towards the door that Tim had just left through after walking in, saying, "Do you-" and promptly getting handed exactly what he needed from Kon without having to specify what it was. It isn't the first time it's happened since the two of them have set up shop at the little basement coffee station - separate, of course, from Tim's regular coffee station up in his living area - waiting for Tim to work his genius.

It's kind of magical the way they operate on the same wavelength - finishing each other's sentences, knowing what the other needs, vollying inside jokes back and forth too fast for Jason to even pretend to keep up. It makes some kind of longing crawl up in his throat. So he teases instead of saying Can I get in on that? Instead of saying Stop doing that before I start uncontrollably sobbing. Instead of saying Who do I have to kill to get me a bitch like that?

Kon stutters out, "We're not- that's- why would you-"

"Oh my god, breathe," Jason orders, taking pity on him. "I was messing with you. I just meant that you two practically share a brain. It's kinda freaky. But also...kinda cool."

Kon looked down and shrugged. "Just known each other a long time. Lotta missions, lotta near-death experiences. Watching Santa get blown up together probably had something to do with it."

"You- what?"

"It's whatever." Kon waves a dismissive hand through the air. "We're close, but - I dunno. You bats have something else entirely going on. I'm sure you understand him better than I do."

"Oh, come on," he can't help but protest. "Just 'cause we're both bats doesn't mean we have some kinda psychic connection. If we could communicate the way the two of you do, we'd all beat each other up a lot less."

"No, seriously," Kon insists, face open and imploring in a way that makes Jason want to cover him with a blanket so no one else can catch him like that. "Sometimes I think he's the alien, but then I hear how he talks about you, the way all of you guys work together, and it's- it's a little cult-y, but it's also really cool? Like you guys have a secret language. Plus, it doesn't hurt that he's been obsessed with you for, like, ever, so there's kind of that hero worship thing going on, and you're actually smart enough to keep up with the stuff he talks about and-"

There's something in Kon's voice that tickles the back of his brain, something between He talks about me? and 'Batclan Cult Allegations.' It sounds stretched thin and bittersweet and tense. The pieces fall together faster than he can relegate them.

"Wait a minute," he interupts. "Are you jealous? Of me?"

The idea is bizarre, absurd, unthinkable. It makes a little bird flutter around in his stomach, but he isn't sure whether that has more to do with the lovely, mysterious creature in the next room over or the goregous, good-natured creature in front of him.

Kon shrugs again, refusing to meet Jason's gaze. "Who wouldn't be?"

A warmth surges in his gut, rushing to his palms in a way that makes him want to reach out and share the heat. He puts several years of laborious therapy to use and decides to take a chance.

"And here I was, all green with envy over watching the two of you together."

And once those ethereal blue eyes lock onto his, Jason can't look away.

"Maybe if we put our heads together," he continues, hoping Kon can hear all the things he isn't saying as well, "We can parse out what the hell Tim is talking about all the time, 'cause I don't have a fuckin' clue."

The laughter that earns him sounds like bells. And when Tim walks in and asks, "What's so funny?" the two of them share a knowing look, something just between them.

[ladytauria]

Jaytimkon 1 and 48 for the send me a number and I'll send. Another ask for kisses 💖💖💖 ily youre awesome

ahh ilu too <3333 thank u so much for the prompt!!

this is both my first time writing kon and my first time writing his pov, so i hope it reads okay~

>> AO3 <<

Jason’s the tallest.

He doesn’t beat Kon by much—an inch, maybe two—but he’s like. Way taller than Tim. Which he loves taking advantage of, using the height difference to tease and aggravate Tim until Tim decides to bring him down to his level. Or below.

Kon…

Obviously he’s known the whole time that that’s always been Jason’s end goal; making Tim yank him down, or pin him, or climb him like a tree. Kon can’t blame him. Tim’s cute when he’s irritated; all huffy sighs and puffed cheeks and narrowed eyes. And, of course. Watching Tim put Jason in his place—or being the one Tim puts into place—is always hot. But�� recently, Kon’s been thinking. Watching. There’s something about the way Jason melts when Tim pushes him around that’s… different from the way he usually melts when they push him around.

It’s got him in the mood to try an experiment.

He hovers a few inches off the ground, watching Jason pepper Tim’s face with playful kisses, while Tim scrunches his face up, clearly failing at trying to look annoyed. His mouth is twitching upward too much. This is just the start of the game—Jason will escalate until Tim finally gives in and does what he wants.

Which means it’s the perfect time for Kon’s test.

He floats higher and drifts over to them, giving Jason plenty of opportunity to finish his kisses. He has a very specific pattern he follows—one to each cheek,  then the chin, the nose, either the corners of the eyes or closed eyelids, and then, finally, the center of the forehead. Sometimes he’ll repeat it a few times, but it’s always the same pattern.

He waits until the third forehead kiss, and then says, “Hey. Where are my kisses?”

Jason tilts his head back to look at him, a cheeky grin on his face. He holds out a hand. “Come a little closer and find out.” He wiggles his brows a little, which never fails to make Kon laugh and Tim roll his eyes.

Kon takes Jason’s hand, drifting down until he’s just head and shoulders taller than Jason. “Hm… Nah. I think you should come and get ‘em yourself, Jaybabe.”

Behind him, Tim grins.

Jason rolls his eyes—a smile tugging at his mouth. “Oh, well, if that’s how you want to play it, farm boy.” He lets go of Kon’s hand, fisting the collar of his t-shirt and tugging. Normally, Kon would go with it; allow himself to be tugged down and into whatever kind of kiss his boyfriends were in the mood for.

Today, he stays right where he is.

Jason huffs. A flush spreads over his face; bright, vivid pink. It’s charming. Kon is charmed, totally unable to keep from smiling as, finally, Jason rolls up onto his toes, arms locking around Kon’s neck. He slots their mouths together, feeling the way Jason shivers, first, and then melts—Kon’s arms reflexively settling on his waist, keeping him from dropping back onto his heels.

His hands splay on Jason’s sides; fingers spread wide in the way he knows Jason likes. Makes him feel almost small, he s—

Small.

Oh.

Duh.

Jason likes feeling small.

It seems so obvious now. He should probably test it, a little more though. Just to see. So he cups Jason’s jaw with one hand, tilting his head back a little bit more, raising up a little higher, looming a little more. Jason moans, a sweet, breathy thing. Kon hums, kissing him a little deeper, licking into his mouth until all he can taste is Jason.

He doesn’t pull back until he can tell Jason’s legs are trembling; his heart thrumming.

Jason lands back on his heels. He’s a pretty sight; no longer vivid pink but a deep red. It brings out the teal of his eyes.

Kon just has one more thing he wants to try.

He cups Jason’s face with both hands.

Left cheek—right cheek—chin—a sharp intake of breath as he kisses Jason’s nose, lashes fluttering before his eyes close, letting Kon kiss first his left eye, then the right.

He plants the last on his forehead, lingering, and then, finally, lets go, landing on his feet once more.

Jason wobbles for a moment, blinking again—almost dazed. Then he looks back at Kon again.The smile Jason gives him is one he’s never seen before—small and sweet and almost shy. It’s one of the prettiest things Kon’s ever seen, and he knows, immediately, that he’ll do whatever it takes to see it again.

[ 50 types of kisses ]

[cheetahleopard]

2 and/or 20 with some combination of jaytimkon?? 💞 for the sultry prompts

Ahhhh ty for the ask!!!! <3 <3 <3

2. Person A wearing a more revealing outfit than they’d usually wear

20. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Then Jason walks in, and Tim swallows his tongue.

“Oh my god,” Kon says over his comm, “All your little pervert dreams are coming true right now aren’t they.”

“Kon-” Tim doesn’t get to finish his thought before Jason catches his eye and deliberately crosses his arms. It does amazing things to his pecs, which are bulging out of the tit window of his tank top, and‌ Tim chokes again.

“Oh come on,” Kon’s complaining in his ear, to which Tim makes a garbled, static sound as Jason turns to stride toward him, tank top riding up over his low-rise jeans, dark dusting of hair leading somewhere wet and warm that Tim should really not be thinking about right now.

“Hey, hunk,” Jason winks, sliding into the booth across from Tim, their ankles knocking together for a breathless second.

Tim makes his static sound again, and Jason laughs.

“Flattering,” he says dryly, reaching out to snag Tim’s drink from him and taking a swig as Tim gapes and splutters.

“You-” Tim waves his hand crossly at Jason’s- everything.

“Yeah,” Jason smirks, popping his lips from around the rim of the bottle, “and what’re you gonna do about it?”

Kon sighs, all actual static, “As much as I hate being the responsible one. You’re insatiable, get it together. You can fuck him later. Mission now.”

[bi-bats]

Me: hmmm I should write something for Jason's birthday but I have no ideas!

@cheetahleopard: Jaytimkon mental health fic

me, 4 hours later: I have a 5k word chapter for you

anyways, happy belated birthday Jason!!! please enjoy this snippet💖

Jason drops down onto the couch with a sigh, right in the middle, bringing his thumb and his forefinger up to rub at his eyes.  “Bruce said some shit. About us spending time together.”  Jason doesn’t know why it falls out of his mouth. They’ve never even been alone together.  “Does he know?” Kon asks.  “Know what?”  “That you’re sleeping together.”  Jason’s eyes snap up to Kon’s. He didn’t know that Kon knew that.  “Does he know that you’re sleeping together?” Jason asks, because he wants to even the ground, and also because he’s an asshole.

Read it on Ao3

[superrobinsmash]

Jaytimkon brain going brrr -

Nsfw snippet under the cut

Kon noticed it first, which made total sense considering he was a cheating cheater with Super Senses. Tim knew Kon had noticed it because those glowing eyes were all the warning he had before he was pinned to the wall, those eyes all but gazing into his soul as Kon used his larger body to encase him.

Kon's hard dropped, hovering over Tim's clothed sex, making his breath hitch, unable to look away from those glowing red eyes.

"Are you wet for me, sweetheart?"

He was. Tim fucking was, and how could he not be?

Jason noticed it next, but he was far more of a tease about it than Kon. Eyes that would occasionally flicker green, peaking at him for just a split second, making his heart race twelve different ways and then gone the next, so quick Tim was sometimes convinced he was imagining it.

Then, Jason's eyes flushed full burning Lazarus green when he was buried balls deep, and Tim couldn't help the way he came and screamed and begged.

[arianna-creates]

Unexpected jaytimkon flowed from my pen last night it was crazy y'all

***Also im looking for that one fic where damian cuts Tim's line and tim shatters his legs or smth and Jason has to rescue him plss where can I find it I want to reread it

[arcventi]

Thinking about Todd Peters the body guard from an outside POV

I'm pretty sure there was a white collar crossover with that premise?

But I just need more ugh

And maybe jaytimkon

Like there's a threat to the Wayne's™️ and the pov character is in charge of taking them to safety but they're like nope we're fine we've got our own body guard right here used to work for the red hood he's the real deal

And pov just can't help but observe

How much Todd Peters seems part of the family

Is he dating the CEO kid? But they both keep talking about their boyfriend...

Anyway they all get kidnapped still because Jason is too busy flirting and Conner has to save the day the end

Edit: oooo I bet he has a room in the family wing too

And pov can't convince Alfred at all that they have to sleep there too

[themandylion]

Jaytimkon with "would you? If it weren't me?" OR "this could be us" + feral tim for fic or treat? HAPPY SPOOPY 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 <3 BOO=P

(Every time someone asks for JayTimKon, I just write more for Three Birds in Flight.)

Jason and Kon approach the courtship with all the caution due a skittish animal. After how Kon's death managed to completely mess up Tim's life, the last thing they want is for him to feel pressured into something he isn't ready for.

So it's something of a shock when they're at a café, trying to find a table, and Tim stops moving, staring at something in the crowd.

"What's up?"

Tim points to a triad cozily sharing an armchair. "That could be us," he huffs, nodding to a similar chair that was just vacated. "If you both weren't such prudes."

[theblueharlequin]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El/Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Consensual Possession, Sexual Content, Courtship, Bathing/Washing, Dream Sex, Fairy Tale Elements, Accidental Soulbonding Series: Part 2 of 100 Prompts Summary:

Jason is a knight on a mission to save a captive young woman from a cruel and vicious dragon. However, when Jason reaches the keep the girl is kept in, it quickly becomes clear that not all is as it seems with his quest. For starters, Lady Timothea is actually Lord Timothy, and - as Jason soon discovers - he's hardly a prisoner in his tower.

[ao3feed-jaytim]

Bad Days

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49417636 by Bi_Bats “He’s a fucking adrenaline junkie,” Jason says, leaning back against the couch. His head falls back before he remembers that Kon’s arm is behind him, and he stiffens momentarily as he realizes. But Kon drops his arm around Jason, tugging him in and leaning down to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “He’s our adrenaline junkie,” Kon says, and Jason lets out a breathy laugh, leans a little into the hold when Kon squeezes his shoulder gently. Something in Jason’s chest squeezes a little. Kon’s never been this close to him before. - A series of bad days and how they each get each other through it. Words: 5122, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Kon-El | Conner Kent Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Kon-El | Conner Kent/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Established TimKon, established jaytim, Fluff, Comfort, Eventual Jaykon, Eventual Jaytimkon read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49417636

[ladytauria]

4 and 50 for kisses! Jaytimkon or some combo of?? And here! for luck! a kiss on your hand for you my friend!

🥰 thank you, leo <3333

i changed up one of the prompts a little~ mostly just the order tho. uwu i hope you like this!

>> AO3 <<

Jason hums absently to himself—his own, unique melody, blending the song his mother used to sing while doing dishes with the one Alfred hums, occasionally,  in the kitchen, or whistles in the garden. Sauce bubbles in front of him. The scent of it tickles his nose, making his stomach gurgle inaudibly. He lifts the spoon to his mouth, tasting.

Hm.

Needs more spice.

He sets the spoon aside. Tim is perched on the counter, right in front of the spice cabinet. Jason arches a brow at him. “You plannin’ on movin’?”

He gets a small, cheeky smile. “No.”

Jason rolls his eyes—the effect ruined by the way his lips twitch—and steps between the spread of Tim’s knees, reaching around him. Tim moves his head just enough to let Jason open the cabinet door, shifting back into place as Jason rises up, one hand on Tim’s hip.

Their lips brush in a brief, fleeting kiss; breath mingling.

Jason finds what he’s looking for through memory alone. It’s not hard. He has a strict organization system for his spices, to his boyfriends’ endless amusement.

As soon as he lowers, he sets the cayenne aside in favor of splaying both hands on Tim’s sides, nudging Tim’s head back with his nose before kissing him again, on purpose this time. Tim’s hands bunch into the front of his apron—a silly, frilly thing Kon bought him as a joke but which has become one of Jason’s favorites. It pulls taut around Jason’s neck, the pressure making him melt, fingers tangling in Tim’s shirt.

Kon enters the kitchen. Jason is aware of it, distantly, his hind brain picking up on the distinctive sound of his step but categorizing it as a non-threat. Neither he nor Tim acknowledge it—not until Jason starts, a little, as Kon presses up against his back, strong arms locking around his waist.

He melts again immediately, sighing into Tim’s mouth as Kon kisses up the column of his neck, and as much of his jaw as he can reach.

Tim is the one to break away. Jason is breathless, a little weak in the knees, the solid press of a boyfriend on either side of him feeling like all that’s keeping him upright. Kon presses one more kiss behind his ear—and then he presses tighter against Jason’s back, pushing him further into Tim’s chest. Kon kisses Tim over his shoulder.

It’s a gorgeous sight.

They kiss lazily, like they’ve got all night; like Jason isn’t sandwiched between them. It’s— There's something… Jason doesn’t know if he can call it hot, because honestly, he thinks he’d be perfectly happy if it didn’t turn sexual at all, but—

There’s something appealing about that, about the idea of being held between them for hours, as they trade slow, lazy kisses over his head.

A thought to indulge later, maybe. If he finds the courage to ask for it.

When Kon and Tim finally break apart, Jason finds himself pulled into another kiss—this time by Kon, his torso twisting to make it easier.  He’s got one hand fisted in Tim’s shirt—the other in Kon’s.

Tim is the one to kiss his neck, now, and everywhere else he can reach.

It’s overwhelming in the best of ways. Kon pulls away—and then there’s Tim again, stealing what little breath he has left.

Kon bites into his shoulder, worrying a mark there. Jason moans embarrassingly loud against Tim’s mouth. Tim grins, slipping his hands behind the apron and under Jason’s shirt to toy with the curls on his belly.

Jason’s head spins, dizzy with desire and the sweet, heady feeling of being loved. He sinks into it, into them—

A loud hiss breaks the reverie; all three of them tensing at the sudden sound. He flinches away from Tim, jerking his head toward the sound so quickly he hears his neck crack.

His sauce is splattering; droplets hissing and burning on the stove.

Jason swears. Fuck. He forgot about the sauce!

[ 50 Types of Kisses ]

[cheetahleopard]

can i ask about housewife!jason? 👀

Yes!!!!! Ahhh Love housewife!Jason!!!! So this is an au I've been throwing around with @galkyrie helping me brainstorm (/listening to me ramble/reminding me there's plot on) for like. Over a year now? (Looking at dms 05/27/22).

Basic Idea started as "I want,,, Jaytim going undercover as a married couple and Jason's undercover girl" and ofc devolved from there. Basic premise is casefic! With gratuitous sex revolving around Jason in skirts (my usual transmasc speedran-transition-via-the-pit jason who has masc tits not boobs and a cunt) ! Featuring!

suburban domesticity

Tim as the devoted husband who works an office job in the city proper

Kon as the "best friend sleeping with friend's wife"

(it's jaytimkon ofc y'all know me)

Jason as the housewife who hosts bookclubs and garden parties and is basically having the time of his LIFE gossiping with all these housewives and playing house for a relaxing couple months

Lots and lots of Jason getting railed and eaten out on the dining room table and cucking his husband in their bed with his best friend

Linen button-ups and Kon's Hawaii wardrobe at neighborhood bbqs

And also a serial killer focused on adulterers ig

[bi-bats]

also can i ask about that damn cat polyfic please 🥺👉👈💕

Yeah!!! It's actually an idea that @cheetahleopard has that ai said I could write a bit of forever ago that totally got buried in the pile of my WIPs 😂 anyways I don't want to reveal too much since it's not only my idea (also I would love to return to it eventually if that's still okay!!) but it's a jaytimkon fic where Jason adopts a cat and that brings the three of them together. Here's a snippet I wrote for it:

“I don’t remember inviting you over,” Jason teases, walking towards the couch.  Tim doesn’t look back at him, he just mumbles “Sorry.” It’s pathetically quiet, and it makes Jason feel a little off, like he’d made a misstep. “I was joking." Tim doesn’t answer.  When Jason makes it over to him, he finds Scott curled up on Tim’s legs, motor purr going. He’s never seen him in Tim’s lap before, and he wants to make a teasing comment about him stealing Scott from him, but Tim didn’t seem up for teasing. His eyes are locked on the cat, his jaw set tight as he trails his long, thin fingers over its fur.  “Are you okay?”  Tim stiffens at the question, his fingers stilling between the cat’s ears. Scott turns his head and blinks up at Tim, nudging his hand to try and get him to continue.  “Sorry, I can go.” Tim shifts like he’s going to move, but Scott is dead weight in his lap, and he doesn’t seem to want to disturb him.  “Don’t,” Jason tells him before he can try to leave again.  Tim looks up at him and god, he looks exhausted. His eyes have thick bags under them and they’re a little vacant. His hair looks flat and is tousled like he’s been running his fingers through it. “What happened?” Jason asks, because Tim didn’t actually answer him. “I just wanted to see Scott. I didn’t think you’d mind, sorry-” “Stop apologizing. I don’t mind. I just-” Jason stops there, because are he and Tim at the point where he can tell him he wants to know if he’s okay? “You look like shit," Jason says instead. "Have you had dinner?” 

thanks for the ask!!! Again!!!

send me an ask about one of my WIPs!

[suzukiblu]

hi!!! im new!! but i rlly liked ur jasonkon soulmates & timkon datemates— so i wanted to ask ur opinion about jasonxtim? why not make it poly yknow?

Welcome, new friend! ❤ I am very much a polyam shipper and I DO occasionally enjoy myself some JayTim, but I've never quiiiiite hit the right fic concept to write it for myself, for whatever reason. I usually default to JayRoyKori or DickJay, or alternately TimKon or Core Four polyam. Tho if I ever went for it, it probably WOULD end up JayTimKon, considering, and I would like to try that pairing out one day, at least.

As for the JayKon soulmates and TimKon datemates plan, welllll . . .

[chibinightowl]

For the Get to know your fic writer: questions 11 &/or 25 &/or 56

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

To be honest, I'm not currently reading fanfic, so I went through my bookmarks to pull three of my favorite fics.

People Ruin Beautiful Things by MsSolo (E rated)-- this fic is Tim/Ra's and to be honest, I came across it by accident, and then was utterly enthralled by the imagery and the overall plot. This is a story that works.

Like a Good Neighbor by kindaquirky (T rated)-- if you haven't read this JayTim fic, you're missing out. I took some inspiration from this fic for The Accountant by placing Tim in an unconventional career.

Perennial by glymr (E rated)-- this is an older TimKon fic that I still go back and revisit every now and then. It still holds up after a few rereads.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

That's easy: I (Don't) Want to Believe by myself and strikeyourcolors. I love this fic for several reasons, the main one being it has an incredible plot. But it's also JayTimKon and a ghost story, which isn't everyone's cup of tea. Now that we're starting to enter autumn (September 1 is the start of autumn as far as I'm concerned), I'm due for my annual re-read.

56. What's something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

My abilities to write dialogue and complex plot-driven stories. I love a good plot and don't get me started on how important dialogue is to a story (in my opinion).

[littlemourningstarr]

After his infidelity was discovered, Tim had thought that would be the end of his little playdates. But time and communication have landed one Jason Todd back on his doorstep.

The only difference is this time Tim's husband is aware- and more so, a willing participant.

And with that, the Diary of a Lonely Housewife series is finally complete.