#♤ red hood thread

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where: utp | when: night time | whom: open to all

Jason leans against his motorcycle, scanning the dark streets and otherwise being bored. He really should just drive around and see what pops up, but he's really not in the mood.

He sighs when he hears something from the alley behind him.

"Your stealth really needs some improvement," he calls without looking back. "I can hear you even in this bucket."

He taps his red helmet, emphasizing his point.

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Jason cups Warren's face, looking down at him with a smug smirk.

"I just wasn't sure what the etiquette for winged hotties was. The wildest sex I've had is with aliens with different colored skin."

He leans forward and lets their noses brush briefly.

"So, Warren, you in the mood to show a guy a good time?"

warren was about to nod, saying he saw a lot of things he liked but he didn't get a chance before the agile other was crawling into his lap and the blonde smirked. "hi jason, my name is warren and this is a really, really nice start for something i like."

his hands slid down slowly and rested on jason's ass, pulling him in a little closer and didn't shy away from the clear interest the two had in each other.

"you always sit on other's laps at the beach? you might need to be my best friend."

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where: kori's apartment | when: utp | whom: @superesque Kori

Jason knocks on the apartment door with a self assured swagger. He knows Dick is out of town so the hot alien that resides here is definitely free. The batboys have been known to share but seeing Jason have sex with some lovers pisses Dick off in a way that just brings a smile to Jason's face. Especially when Dick decides to get his revenge the next time he and Jason are alone together.

But today isn't about Dick. Yet.

Today is about the man he hasn't seen in a long while.

"Kori," he purrs when the door opens.

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where: batcave | when: after patrols | whom: @spangledmen Bruce

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Jason moans, hands and knees aching from the hard floor of the Batcave. They'd both been here for hours since patrols had officially ended. Bruce hadn't been impressed with some of Jason's work though that's nothing new.

And now Jason is getting fucked in the middle of the Batcave, both of them only just stripped from their uniforms. Jason almost wishes Bruce had left the Bat-suit on.

But bad boys don't get to choose how they're fucked.

"Fuck, Bruce! Harder."

Well, maybe they can beg.

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where: wayne manor tim's bedroom | when: early morning | whom: @thirdrcbin Tim

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Jason slams Tim face first against the bedroom door.

"You just love teasing me, don't you, 3.0?"

They're naked and still sweaty and gross after a long night of patrols and crime fighting. Jason hadn't even bothered pretending to head to his room. The little shit deserves everyone knowing just what is about to happen.

"Well, don't start anything you can't finish," Jason growls, pinning Tim to the wood as he shoves his dick into Tim. No lube, no prep, just slamming straight in and fucking him hard.

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"I could blow something up for ya," Jason offers. "Give me twenty minutes and make sure Bat stays off my ass."

He snickers, then pulls out a knife just to flip around in his hand.

"I'm down. Whatcha thinking, Nightie-wing."

"I'm waiting for someone to blow up a building in the name of comedy or something." Dick shrugs his broad shoulders. Though he certainly wouldn't mind if nothing exploded. At worst they would have to contend with the Mad Hatter or Riddler doing something obnoxious. Anything was better than being bored. "We could always head back to the mansion. I've been wanting to watch something spooky, and who better to watch it with?" He pats Jason on his solid thigh.

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Jason steps even closer, placing his gloved hands on Ivy's hips.

"Come on, Ives. You know I'm up for the challenge. And it's not stopping, it's getting more information. Don't you think you'll feel even more vindicated if we drain his bank account, then hurt him?"

normally he would be the one flirting to get something that he wanted. game recognizes game.

“you won't be seeing much of this handsome face at all if you keep stopping me.” 

they can use this to their advantage, so they don't move away when jason steps closer.

“you'll have to be really good to distract me. are you sure that you're up for that challenge?” 

poison ivy leans back, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. 

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Jason nods, letting go of Elijah's hand. He moves his hand to his lower back to guide the handsome man out of the place.

He glances over and starts imagining all the dirty things he wants to do to him.

"So, Elijah. You hungry? I know a five-star hotel with an amazing restaurant. And suites."

The curl on the side of his lips grew into a smile once the other accepted and brought himself closer. “Ah I share the same sentiments. Certainly a pleasure to meet you also, Jason,” he replied, almost mimicking the purr in Jason’s tone. He intentionally grazed the top of his hand once they shook. Elijah took a short pause before speaking again.

“I’d definitely like to take you up on that offer. Please saunter us away to some place with a bit more- “he stopped himself to slightly frown his face and peer up at the ceiling of the bathroom, then to the stalls. “Decorum,” he finally added after looking back to Jason.

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Jason sighs, the busy hands not enough to let him relax into the situation.

"I'm the good boy, huh? Does that make you my bitch then?"

He leans forward to start sucking a hickey on Tim's neck. A huge one so that everyone knows how much of a slut Tim is. Not that it was a secret.

"see, that wasn't so hard, was it, jayjay?" despite the yelp the red robin let slip past his lips at jason's action, tim loved when jason got rough like this, especially pulling his hair. "knew you could be a good boy and use your manners." his hands dropped to unbutton jason's pants, pushing them down ever so slowly.

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Jason had been confused and intrigued by the semi anonymous invitation he'd received, telling him to come to this location and be ready to fuck a needy bottom.

He'd come ready in case of a fight, but every instinct he's honed over the years tells him there isn't a threat.

Opening the door to the room and being greeted by a gaping hole and smug man, his dick immediately gets hard in his pants.

"Well, well," he says, stepping in and shutting the door behind him. "Glad this wasn't an ambush."

He immediately starts stripping, taking off his thigh holster before tugging off his shirt and pants.

[ for: guys who can appreciate a gaped archer ]

"--door's open!" clint called out.

was it smart, safe, or sane, to invite someone to one of his safehouses while he's in such a vulnerable position? probably not. but he's got his emergency contacts on speed dial in case an axe murderer manages to get him on the back foot.

once his guest darkens his doorway, clint does a little twist -- showing of his butt and chest at the same time, as he's laid out with his head on the pillow. "got started without you. well, hours ago, really. but that was kind of the point."

@shieldedleague

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Jason smirks and kisses the exposed neck as he continues to soap up Damian's body.

"That's one good thing about you, D. You're direct. Don't like to play coy like the others."

He moves from Damian's back to his front, reaching around and using it as an excuse to press their bodies together. As he rubs the soap across the hard lines of Damian's abs and pecs, Jason rubs his slowly hardening dick against the pert ass.

Feeling Jason so close to him, Damian was standing as tall as he could because being the shortest Robin wasn't really a complex for him but he was always comparing what he could and it was the warmth of the water that made him shift a little closer, the warmth welcome.

"I am in the mood for satisfaction," it was a clear statement, and he tilted his head to let the water run along his side, turning to look behind him and get a good view of Jason as those hands slid along his back.

"This is a nice start." the rare smirk that wasn't him being a smug prick spreading over his lips, instead one for play.

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Jason licks his lips, already imagining all the ways he could have fun with the hot man.

"A deposit sounds good. Some now and some after the job is done. Sounds fair?"

He reaches down to palm his crotch, feeling himself start to get hard already. His gaze lands firmly on the attractive mouth, curious if they're as soft as they look.

Before fully responding, Montrez widened his eyes and slightly bit his bottom lip after the other revealed his face finally. He was just as delectable as he imagined. " Damn...I'd definitely say it was worth the wait." He paused for a moment to furrow his brows, "Hm other ways to properly compensate huh? I can think of a few things," he followed it with an audacious wink.

"You can decide if ya rather have it upfront or later? Are you a deposit kind of guy?"

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Jason tilts his head away from the taps. He hates it when people do that.

"I guess. Usually, I ask for cash if I'm hunting someone down, but I'm open to alternative compensations."

He takes off his helmet, revealing the domino mask still on his face.

"How's that for you, hot stuff?"

Montrez slightly chuckled before rubbing his own chin. “I’m already appreciative of the zealousness, but nah not necessarily an asshole. I would say…a lost soul,” he explained. His eyes took another trail up and down the man upon him getting closer.  “Basically, a guy who has certain abilities that’s been running around homeless. He could be in some serious trouble.”

He paused for a moment before clearing his throat and manifesting a smirk on his features. “Now…is that enough for us to become more acquainted? I’m itching to know what’s the behind the veil,” he teased before reaching a finger up to slightly tap on the man’s headgear.

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Jason rolls his eyes but doesn't contradict Tim. He's not right, but he's not wrong either. Jason does manage to have plenty of fun without Tim. He just also happens to have fun with him. Especially when they're in a fighting mood.

"Could be worse," Jason says. "Scarecrow could be out. Or Freeze."

Or Joker. He pushes that thought away. Not the time for sulking in his trauma.

"So, all the fun's been had," he says, very leading. "What ever will two former Robins do now?"

"you truly wound me, jay. plus, maybe you don't say it in words, but it's more the vibe you give off. i can just tell you miss having me around when i'm not here." the younger batson told him with a hum, fighting back the grin that wanted to form on his features, clearly amused by messing with his foster brother, it truly was so fun. especially with jason and tim, he always got the best reactions out of them.

"oh you know pingu, didn't even see me coming. how that man keeps getting out of arkham, i'll never understand."

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Jason can feel the guy's gaze moving over his body and he tries to subtly flex some muscles. For intimidation purposes of course.

Jason hums. "I'm pretty good at tracking people down. This person an asshole that needs a lesson taught to them? Or just regular bad-guy shit? I'm down for anything."

Jason straightens up and finally takes a step closer to the guy.

Montrez slyly smirked before slightly licking his lips, as the other stepped closer to him. He couldn't help but trails his eyes up and down, looking him over. He immediately felt the natural heat that festered from human bodies. He anticipated what was veiled behind that headgear. "Mmm-" he started before biting his bottom lip.

He paused for a moment, ogling his physique before speaking again. "Alright fine...I'm looking for someone, thinking you can possibly help me out with that."