// Altar Boy!Tim Drake RP account. This is an idie blog, so feel free to drop by with whatever you'd like! Assuming this will turn into an NSFW blog, be warned! //
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Half Broken
“Damn right you won’t..” He moved to get up from the floor. Something inside kept him from lifting Tim up by his neck. No. He didn’t want to hurt him too badly yet. Instead he grabbed the collar of his robe and lifted him up. He kicked the door closed, smirking when the sound made the other flinch. “Bed’s that way..get on it now.”
He couldn’t help but cringe at the loud sound of the door slamming shut. He knew nobody would have heard it, and even if somebody had they would never trespass on dear old Father Todd. “O-Okay…” He took a quick worried glance up at him before wandering slowly over towards his bedroom, his heart hammering shallowly in his chest.
Jason followed closed behind, occasionally giving Tim a push forward when he began walking too slow. When the boy looked back at him hoping to find some shed of the man he once knew, he glared. His bright blue eyes were now as cold as steel. That man was gone completely. Buried in the chaos of his past life.
Tim stiffened as he caught his eye and immediately directed his attention back in front of him. He tried his best not to stumble or walk too slow as he made his way toward the bedroom, but he couldn’t help it. He was scared, because he was smart enough to know just how this night was going to go by. He’s heard and seen enough coming from the back rooms of the Church during these times to come to terms with what would ever occur if he was in this situation.
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Yesterday, I promised to write a Zombie!AU where Tim and Jason don’t die, so today I thought I would doodle their outfits to get me inspired. Except my computer and my art program still aren’t getting along so I just doodled some quick headshots. w/e I’ll just draw their outfits by hand
covering your mouth is essential during zombie fights, ‘cause god forbid a bit of undead flesh eater ends up in your mouth (yuck!).
Might swap Tim’s gas mask for a medical mask idk yet.
Source: timothyjacksondrake
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Half Broken
“Damn right you won’t..” He moved to get up from the floor. Something inside kept him from lifting Tim up by his neck. No. He didn’t want to hurt him too badly yet. Instead he grabbed the collar of his robe and lifted him up. He kicked the door closed, smirking when the sound made the other flinch. “Bed’s that way..get on it now.”
He couldn’t help but cringe at the loud sound of the door slamming shut. He knew nobody would have heard it, and even if somebody had they would never trespass on dear old Father Todd. “O-Okay…” He took a quick worried glance up at him before wandering slowly over towards his bedroom, his heart hammering shallowly in his chest.
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GOD YOU’RE CUTE. I’D LOVE ON YOU SO MUCH IRL
// WAT STOP FEEDING ME YOUR LIIIIIIIESSSS //
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Half Broken
“I-I’m not going anywhere.” He flinched as his robes were tugged and kept his gaze locked on his face, swallowing back the knot forming in his throat. His head jerked back a bit at the firm hold on his jaw but he otherwise held still, his face heating up with a mix of embarrassment and fear. “Y-You know that’s not what I’m here for, Jason..”“Bullshit.” He pulled Tim’s face close and kissed him roughly, wrapping his arm around him tightly so he couldn’t get away. He pressed his nails into Tim’s cheek, digging them into his skin. He wanted him to hurt. He wanted to make him feel genuine fear..but deep in the back of his mind he was screaming to try to make himself stop.
“Jay—” He let out a distressed whimper as he was pulled into the kiss, his eyes screwing shut in hopes to hide away the obvious waves of fear pulsing through his body. It hurt, but he knew well enough not to let him see he was hurting. It was going to end badly either way, he knew that much. But he could take it, because it was still Jason. He lifted his arms with shaky effort, his hands finding their way to Jason’s shoulders as he gripped on tightly. Trying to tell whatever morality that was still left in him that it would be okay.
Jason wrapped a possessive arm around Tim’s waist, bringing their bodies closer together. The need for air forced him to release Tim’s mouth, moving his hand from the boy’s face down to his neck. “I knew it…you’ve been a fucking tease all this time. I KNEW you wanted me..” he growled, tightening his grip around Tim’s neck. “But this time…you’re gonna be a good boy and you’re not fight me…right..?”
Tim couldn’t hold back the desperate gasp he gave as the kiss was broken. He let his eyes flutter back open to give him a confused/feared look at his words and stiffened as he felt his hand find its way to his throat. He swallowed thickly, licking his lips quickly before mumbling a response. “I-I won’t—” He cut himself off as his hand tightened and whimpered quietly, squeezing his eyes back shut for a moment before blinking them back open. “I-I won’t leave you, Jason..”
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He loves Tim’s hands. The shape of them, the strength in them, the roughness of his skin. Kon could and has spent hours studying his lovers hands. His fingers tracing the edges, skimming over calluses and tracing scars with love…
Right now, his eyes dart up as he brings their joined hands up in front of his face. Kon wants to see how Tim will react. Wants to keep their gaze connected as the flush spreads over Tim’s nose and cheeks. Needs to remember forever the way Tim looks when Kon pulls him deeper into this desire.
Kon opens his mouth, hot breath ghosting over Tim’s finger before he licks the digit slowly. He tastes salt and something metallic, completely unidentifiable…It makes him take the entire digit into his mouth and roll his tongue around it. Tim’s soft whimper makes him suckle a little harder before gently biting down on a hard knuckle.
Long strands of saliva connect his lips to Tim’s finger when he breaks away. Kon stares at Tim’s Adam’s apple as it bobs before giving the finger one last, long lick. And then he repeats the motions all over again with the other fingers. Then ends the loving worship with a gentle kiss to the back of Tim’s hand. And smiles when the hand squeezes his and pulls him up for a kiss.
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