Ohhhhh and the possessiveness of it all. Only feed on my blood. No one else’s. I’m the most delicious you’ll ever have by the sheer fact that it’s me
yes. YES. E X A C T L Y
Jaytim to me is always about a kind of dark edge of possessive mutual obsession. Like it doesn't have to be the focus, but there's this underlying quality to both of them as people that feeds well into that feeling, that trope.
The mutual stalking, the intensity they both have, the history of violence tangled up in messy, complicated feelings about Batman and being Robin...like obvi fandom exaggerates some of these things, but it's so fun to linger in it.
Just. Wanting, desperately, darkly, for him to turn his absolute focus, his total attention on me and only me... don't bother looking elsewhere, babybird, once you get a taste of me you'll never want anything or anyone else ever again OvO
Lambert/Aiden (slightly angsty) reunion snuggles!
Smut under the cut.
For all Geralt was absolute crap at reading the room when it came to his own relationships, he was an expert when it came to those of his family. Something Lambert had never been more thankful for when the White Wolf made some absolute bullshit excuse and left Lambert and Aiden alone at the inn in their shared room after a shared dinner to "Talk or whatever. I'll be back in the morning."
He owed the older Wolf big time. First helping in tracking down Jad and then Aiden after they heard mention in a tiny village of a green eyed Witcher passing through some months ago. They'd worn no medallion and armour seemingly cobbled together from scraps, but Lambert had been adamant it couldn't possibly be anybody else.
He had absolutely no idea how he was even going to begin paying brother back, but that was a worry for when he wasn't sat in the middle of the narrow bed, stark naked and knuckles deep in his lover.
Aiden keened from where he was straddling the others hips as Lambert's need to take this slow warred with just pure need. The new scars criss crossing the Cats body - more sinewy than the last time they'd seen each other but no less appealing - were covered in red and purple love marks, the pupil of his remaining eye blown wide as damp strands of hair clung to his forehead and neck. The other had given as good as he'd got and had left Lambert's nipples deliciously tender from where he'd played with them until they were raw and he was pretty sure his back was absolutely covered in scratches by this point in the proceedings.
"Shit, Lambert please. I'm ready."
"You sure?" He asked, giving a shit eating grin as he twisted his fingers and caused the other to bite out one of the Elder curses Lambert remembered teaching him.
"Yes, I'm fucking sure. It's been almost two years. I'm not waiting a minute longer to have you in me."
Despite his insistence, Aiden's face still pinched in discomfort, followed by a brief bitter-sharp undercurrent of pain to his scent as he was breached.
"Woah, woah. You sure you're ok?" Lambert asked, stopping the others descent with a firm grip on his hips.
"I'm fine. Like I said, it's been almost two years."
Neither of them were sure how much time had passed until Lambert finally bottomed out, Aiden arching his back with a moan and a satisfied smile, "I missed you."
It was then it slammed into him like one of the mountain avalanches: This was Aiden! Aiden whimpering and writhing in his lap, Aiden tight and warm around him and so, so alive. Aiden was alive, and he was here!
"Lam?" A hand cupping his jaw brought him back. Concerned, green eye searching his face, "Where did you go just now?"
"Sorry, I -" Lambert faltered, fighting to keep his voice steady.
"Do you need to stop?"
"No! I mean." He buried his face in Aiden's shoulder, "I don't want to stop but can we....just stay like this for a bit?"
"Oh, Lam. Come here." Aiden said, changing his bruising grip on the other to a gentle hug whilst Lambert pressed his nose hard against Aiden's neck, feeling the other press kisses to the top of his head.
"Pup, you're shaking."
"I'm fine, I'm fine. S'just you being here. Doesn't feel real."
"... Lambert, I need you to listen for a minute. Alright?"
Lambert nodded before he felt Aiden gently guide his head until one ear was pressed over his Witcher slow heart.
"Hear that? I'm real, this is real. I'm here."
Lambert gave a small whimper in response, still trembling with the sudden emotional upheaval as his hands wandered over every part of the other he could reach, the Cat only pausing in his litany of reassurances to give a small gasp when Lambert's fingers brushed over where they were joined, "That's it. You feel that? Me and you together again. Just as it should be, and that's how it's going to stay now."
"You promise?"
Aiden tilted the Wolf's head up, amber eyes full of emotions usually banked deep, deep down as he brushed their noses together.
"I promise."
You know what would be funny?
Baby Stalker Tim being seen as a omen.
There are goons that believe that he is a spirit haunting batman. That he is a child that the bat had lost before he became the dark knight.
He isn't, but people will still turn around whenever they see him lurking
what's the most insane thing you've seen either JC or WWX do for the other one in a fic that wasn't, in any way, chengxian?
reblog or put your answer in the tags please, I'm curious
I'll start: not-interested-in-sex-work JC starting to do irl sex work bc WWX wasn't paying his half of the rent and he didn't want to pressure WWX into keeping jobs WWX didn't want. never telling WWX about it either ofc.
an idea: Jo is an omega with abnormally low/undetectable scent (something he is probably self-conscious about), but Nate can smell him because Nate is OBSESSED and notices everything about him and expounds at length about how good Jo smells and everybody else is like ??? and Jo may or may not think Nate is making fun of him.
oh please I'm fucking losing my mind over this.
like jo gets mocked for being less of an omega. meanwhile nate is like "god made me a wife who's scent only i can smell, I am a lucky man and also i might have to kill everyone who makes him smell sad"