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[foreignobjecticus]

Me at the supermarket: Tee hee £1 cherry energy drink? Sure! :3

Me at the now, after 3/4 of a can 4 hours ago, on the edge of my seat, getting through the anxiety and racing heart, straight to crash town: This bitch still tired. This bitch still tired. It just made me wired and tired. Now I’m tired and wired. WHY DO PEOPLE DRINK THESE. HHHHHNNNNNNNNN

[edensgardener]

Hot Damn Monday

some motorcycle shibari nonsense

FUEL photographed by ALBINOHECTOR with jlojosh and albinohector

[raquelitachic]

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[hidigrade]

NOT A SHIP!!!

The clear night sky is strewn with stars, the cold moonlight softly illuminates the outskirts of the city, when a black motorcycle rides towards the city lights. The wind flows like a stream over the needles and rustles the fabric of leather jackets and thin trousers. The howl of the motorcycle destroys the silence of the night.

- ... How many days have you not slept?

- . . .

The already familiar silence from the side was a silent request not to ask questions. The woman sighed.

- I'll give you a room, it's already cold, at least spend the night ...

- . . .

The next morning, the hedgehog was gone, but a message on a dirty crumpled piece of paper remained on the table, and next to it lay a shiny trinket.

- "Thank you." . . .

It was written in beautiful capital letters. The bat smiled softly, shaking her head in response to the modest thanks from one who was forever searching for his place in a world that had no meaning.

[gilverrwrites]

Want Jason to rail me over his motorcycle in full red hood costume outside my criminal/drug dealer father’s base of operations :( sighh he’s so dreamy

Beautiful boy~ ♪

God, fuck, imagine, Red Hood leaning you back on the seat of his bike, back against the handles, legs spread wide, skirt hiked up/trousers detangling from your ankle as he pistons in and out of your needy core.

It's obscene, the slap of skin on skin. He's not holding back, he wants your ass to clap. Wants you to moan, and cry, and call his name as loud as you can for him.

“Say my name, baby.” If Roman doesn't see or hear you, someone will. Jay should know, he's been staking this place out for weeks. He deliberately parked somewhere he knew you would be seen. “Come on, say it louder.”

Or maybe you told him where to park? Maybe you pointed out a great spot, then looked at him with those pretty eyes the he just cant resist and begged him to fuck you?

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[roses-r-rosie3]

ETA

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, blowjob, handjob, teasing, unprotected sex, Sub!Bottom!Reader, Dom!Top!Jason

Summary: The reader and Jason are using Jason’s motorcycle to go to a restaurant with Jason’s family, but the reader decides to tease Jason by rubbing Jason’s crotch, and Jason has enough of it and pulls into an alleyway to relive himself

A/n: Can I just say.. Men on motorcycles are HAWT

Quote: “You gonna just stand there and and admire me or are we going to go to dinner?”

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The first time you met Jason’s family, they adored you, even Damian, and vise versa with your family. So needless to say both of your families were supportive of you and Jason’s relationship.

After many and I mean MANY other family dinner’s with Jason’s family, you got to know Jason’s family a little more. You got invited to another one of Jason’s family dinner’s but this time, they were going out to a fancy restaurant.

You of course got nervous because you haven’t really been to a fancy restaurant before, the only fancy place that you could think that you went to was a Chinese buffet. But thankfully for you, Jason got you a red suit just for the occasion.

The day of the dinner, you had trouble with putting on your tie. So you walked up to Jason like a toddler begging his mom for a new toy and asked him if he could help you put on your tie.

“Seriously? You don’t know how to put on a tie?” Jason laughed.

“Well the only time I did was at a wedding and that was when I was 10” you said.

Jason just smiled cheekily as he helped you put on your tie.

“Now hurry up and put on your jacket, we gotta go in 20 minutes” Jason chuckled as he swatted you with his own jacket.

“Ow! Okay! Okay!” You laughed as you ran into your restroom to finish up.

After you got out, you were in awe. Jason had his hair slicked back a bit, a black sharp-looking, and well-fitted suit. It made him look very handsome, and when he smiled, it was a little bit magical. To say that he was hot was an understatement for you.

“God damn” you said in shock.

“You gonna just stand there and and admire me or are we going to go to dinner?” Jason smirked.

“Oh- uh- yeah- let’s go” you said, still feeling a bit dazed.

Your car had to be taken to the repair shop because it was making weird noises, so you had no choice but to take Jason’s motorcycle to dinner. It wasn’t your first time riding with Jason, it was exhilarating.

You and Jason got on his bike and put on a helmet, wrapped your arms around his waist, and you were ready to go. While Jason was driving, you couldn’t help but to tease him a bit. While you two were at a stop sign, you made sure there were no cars around you, and you unzipped Jason’s fly and slipped your hands inside his boxers.

“B-baby st-stop it, I’m driving” Jason said as he tried to hold back a groan.

“Stop what? I’m just having fun” you said innocently as you started to rub the slit of his cock.

Before Jason could respond, the light turned green and he had no choice but to keep driving. Jason tried to focus as best as he could as you started to jerk him off. You made it so it look like you were just wrapping your hand around his waist while you were teasing him.

Up ahead, Jason saw a empty alleyway, he wanted so desperately to just swerve into there and fuck the living shit out of you, but at the same time he didn’t want to be late to the dinner.

“What’s wrong baby? Are you feeling sick” you smirked under your helmet.

Jason made up his decision.

“Fuck it” Jason sighed as he made a sharp right into the alleyway.

In a flash, Jason quickly parked his motorcycle, took of both of your helmets off, grabbed your hands away from his trousers, pushed you against the alley wall and kissing you roughly.

“What about the dinner?” you muttered in between kisses.

“I don’t give a fuck” Jason growled as he pushed you onto your knee’s.

Jason took off both his trousers and boxers before shoving his cock into your mouth. Jason groaned in pleasure as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. Drool was dripping from your mouth to your suit while Jason thrusted into your mouth.

“Fuck yeah baby, you like taking my cock in your mouth?” Jason asked teasingly.

Jason had one mission: to turn you into a mess. And so far that mission was successful, your hair and suit were all ruffled, drool dripping onto your suit, and tears starting to form in your eyes. Jason couldn’t help but be proud of his handy work.

You on the other hand, you were rock hard and your pants were tightening. You tried to unbuckle your pants to relive yourself too, but Jason swatted your hand away.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?!” Jason growled as he pushed you all the way down to the base of his cock.

Jason continued his harsh treatment with your mouth for what felt like forever, until you started to notice that he was getting less and less audible and his thighs started to shake.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum, open up” Jason groaned as he pulled your head off his cock and started to jerk off.

The sight of you with your mouth open and your messy hair pushed Jason over the edge and he came with hot thick white strings of seed. Your vision became white as Jason’s semen landed all over your face, hair, mouth, and suit. There was so much cum that you had a hard time swallowing all of it.

After Jason came down from his high, he pushed you back up onto your feet and started to kiss you, tasting a bit of himself on the tip of your tongue.

“I’m not done with you yet” Jason smirked.

Jason pinned you to the wall and started to once again, kiss you relentlessly. Jason unbuckled your pants and shimmied both your trousers and boxers to your knee’s, lifted you up, and plunged his cock inside of your hole.

“You know… you look.. fuck… hot getting fucked with my cum still on your face” Jason smirked as he started to lick his own seed off of your face.

You didn’t even notice that his semen was still on your face, nor did you care. Your breathing was harsh as Jason thrusted his hips upwards into you, grasping at the back of his neck with your nails. Jason reached under your shirt and started to punch and twist your nipples earning him a loud moan from you.

“Jay! Fuck! Faster!” You moaned.

Your moans was like music to Jason’s ear. All he could focus on was your groans and moans coming out of your mouth while he fucked you faster and faster. But all of a sudden Jason’s phone started to ring. Jason left his cock inside of you and pulled his phone out of his pocket to see who was calling.

Shit. it was Bruce. Jason picked up reluctantly.

“Jason! Where are you and y/n? Me and your siblings have been waiting for almost 40 minutes. Where are you?” Bruce asked.

Before Jason could respond, you got the bright idea to tease him while he was on the phone with Bruce, so you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

“I- uh- we are stuck in traffic” Jason said as he tried to hold back a moan.

“Oh, okay then, just text me when you’re here” Bruce said before hanging up.

As soon as Bruce hung up, Jason lifted you from the wall over to his bike and bent you over before fucking the living shit out of you. You moaned loudly as Jason thrusted faster and deeper than before. Jason grabbed your hair, pulling your face back so he can whisper in your ear.

“You couldn’t just wait for me to be done ... shit ... with my phone call? So what your little slut brain resorted to was to ... ngh ... try and fuck yourself on my cock?” Jason growled.

“It was definitely worth it” you smirked as Jason fucked you.

Jason got annoyed, but he got an idea to punish you. Jason’s thrusts started to get more sloppy and he finally came inside of you, his rhythm staying consistent. You moaned and writhed as his hot cum fills your insides. It feels amazing and he dies one final thrust.

But before you can cum too, Jason pulled out and started to tuck his softening cock back into his boxers. You looked back at Jason, giving him a death glare, with his cum still oozing out of you hole.

“What?” Jason laughed.

“What do you mean what?! What about me!” You complained.

“I’m punishing you y/n, you were a bad boy, so I have to punish you” Jason smirked.

“Jason please! I’ll be good! Just please! You can’t leave me like this!” You whined.

“No is no y/n” Jason said innocently.

“Please Jay! I’ll do anything! Please just help me out here!” You begged.

Jason didn’t need much convincing so he got on his knees and started to suck on your cock and in moments you let out a erotic moan and nutted inside of Jason’s mouth.

“Wow, that’s a world record” Jason laughed as he swallows your seed.

“Whatever, let’s just hurry up and get to the restaurant before your dad gets mad” you smiled as you pulled up your trousers.

When you and Jason got there, all of his siblings except bruce were there and they noticed a world of things that were wrong. You had a limp, your suit had a white stain on it and it was really wrinkled, you had markings on your neck and your hair was a mess. And Jason also had really messy hair, markings on his necks, and they also noticed his pants had a white stain on it.

“I’m assuming it wasn’t just traffic that was holding the both of them up” Dick Whispered to Tim.

“Wait until Bruce gets out the restroom” Tim snickered.

When Bruce got out the restroom and saw the sight, let’s just say he nearly had a heart attack.

[satyricplotter]

The motorcycle roars for all of two seconds before the engine splutters to a halt, silky rumbling replaced for pitiful heaving. His groaning is funny to watch, even more so when he knocks into his tool case and said tools go flying out. Jason lets out a long chain of expletives as he bends down to pick them up, and you have to hide a smile before you approach.

You roll your eyes and go help. "Gosh, you're so crass."

"Me?" He asks incredulously, eyes flicking at you when you crouch in front of him. "Your favourite noun is motherfucker. I don't think you got any ground to stand on."

"I can say that because I'm tiny and adorable, and nobody cares. Meanwhile, you're 6'4'', built like a brick shithouse and your eyes glow in the dark. People shit themselves when you call them bitch."

Jason pauses, his (admittedly strong and rugged and dirty) hands resting on the case. He gives you a long, assessing look, as though he's trying to ascertain something. Then he breaks into a smirk and continues picking up his shit.

"I'll give you short. I'll even give you adorable," he mocks, and you narrow your eyes at him. He's about to pull some bullshit—"but don't you think tiny is pushing it?"

Bastard.

You level him with a flat look. "Did you just call me fat?"

Jason shrugs simply. "Aren't you?"

"You're such a fucking asshole," you sneer, leaning forward to rap your knuckles against his forehead.

Jason catches your wrists before you can make contact, pulling you forward so that you stumble and shriek your way right onto... his lap. Of course. He leans back with a shit-eating grin, one hand keeping your wrists together, the other smearing car oil on the waistband of your trousers. That same hand slides down to cup the curve of your hip and over your ass. He squeezes, the warmth of his hand seeping through the thin fabric, and rests it there. His long fingers carefully cradle your cheek, curious and impatient. Their placement—the proximity—is in itself an exhilarating suggestion. A promise.

"Never said it wasn't hot," he says, a little roughly.

You huff, flattered despite yourself. The toolbox is turned on its side, everything scattered back on the floor. You seize that tiny fact in an attempt to regain your composure. "I'm not picking that up."

Jason smiles, lips hovering right above yours. When he speaks, you feel it against you. "Neither am I."

[the-ace-with-spades]

Ice and Mav are one of those annoyingly cute old married couples that wear matching outfits every chance they have. It only started later in life because they kept on the down low for most of the time they've been together, but then it spiraled out of control.

Mav bought Ice a matching leather jacket for the motorcycle rides. Then he was shopping and saw a shirt in a style he liked but in that one specific powder blue color that looked really good on Ice - so he bought two, in different sizes. Then sometime later he found checkered shirts in blue and red, but in the negative of each other - red with a blue pattern (for Mav) and blue with a red pattern (for Ice). Obviously, it continued - even if they wore something vastly different, like a simple top for Mav and a tailored shirt for Ice, they'd be wearing the same color - and suddenly they had a whole wardrobe that was coordinated, two sizes of various jean and leather jackets, same basic tops, matching shirts, ties, socks. Whoever woke up first on the days they were spending together, had the right to choose what they were wearing.

When Ice starts wearing bandanas and scarves to cover the cancer scars, Mav almost always wears a top in the same color.

(also gonna sprinkle here that Ice is for sure color-blind)

Bonus:

The first time Hangman sees them like that and realizes it's on purpose, he feels absolutely stupid because he wants, craves that too but his man likes to wear one type of jeans (Levis 501s, the vintage cut) with white tops and some kind of patterned shirt, buttons wide open. And he's not wearing that.

Eventually, though, opportunity arises because they need suits for something and Bradley says he's not choosing so Jake makes the decision and buys them suits in the same colors but inverted - Jake is wearing a mint green shirt with a cream jacket and darker shades of green for the tie and trousers, and Bradley is wearing a cream shirt and trousers with a green jacket and tie.

Bradley doesn't comment on it. It's like he hasn't even noticed.

So then Jake starts wearing tops in the same shades as Bradley's patterned shirts, just without the patterns (with some exceptions, he is not wearing burnt orange). Bradley still doesn't comment on it so Jake feels accomplished - he pulled it off despite Bradley's lack of fashion sense and without any teasing involved. Or so he thought.

Bradley buys a new hawaiian shirt - just a green one with leaves and pink flowers on it -- and brings a second one with him, in the same shade of green but completely plain.

For Jake.

He doesn't say anything. It just one day shows on Jake's side of the wardrobe and Jake connects the dots when he sees Bradley making breakfast in the new hawaiian shirt that matches the shade exactly.

[whorediaries-09]

love's full of fire;

pairing- sirius black x reader warnings- 18+ content, mentions of alcohol. a/n- it just...kind of escalated..

ps- i need him so bad, it's not even a joke any more.

prompt- dacryphilia

masterlist kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist

screw your anonymity loving me is all you need to feel

he places his hand on your shoulders, his leather jacket draped around your body as you walk, staggering in your slow steps. the scent of his cologne fused with his aftershave and incense messes with your head. he feels warm and cozy, and you drape your hand around his waist, snuggling closer with his body.

'love?' his voice rasps into your ears. you smile, your teeth full on display, a drunk grin evident, hiding the pain your heart is feeling.

the pain of him not being yours, the pain that he just holds you like this because he loves-cares for you just like a friend, nothing more nothing less. his words, all his acts mean nothing, he naturally has a charismatic personality which gets crowds of people wanting to be friends, or be in a relationship with him. but he keeps it casual, afraid of commitment and trust.

and that's why you've never made a move.

his hold on you tightens, and you're leaning into his touch, hot on your body. his motorcycle shines under the pale moonlight, and even in your drunk state you think, it's well-kept. he picks up a helmet and unclasps it, placing it on your head, clasping it again.

there's something behind your usually difficult to catch eye contact, something about your usually shy smile spread so wide, something about your dilated pupils glowing under the moonlight, something about the way your unkempt hair presses messily against the helmet, something about the way you hold him that makes his heart flutter, makes him feel things he's never felt before, makes him fucking swoon, makes him think he's going crazy.

and maybe he is.

he straddles on the bike, and you do the same, resting your chin atop his shoulder, wrapping your hands around his toned waist. you sigh quietly, as he fumbles with the keys, the engine of his bike rumbling as your thighs touch his. you feel his thigh tighten muscles underneath the fabric of his trouser.

'tight?' he asks. you smile, and his heart skips a beat as you tighten your grip around him, the warmth of your body flush against his.

'yess' you slur, as he gears up, the tires rolling against the gravel of the ground.

****

he curls his finger underneath your chin, you drunk eyes gnawing at the beauty that is sirius black. the street light flickers, and he caresses your skin softly.

'i need to use the loo, will you stay here properly?' he asks, a tone of demand into his voice. you chuckle, nodding your head,

'yes mr. black,' he tosses his head backwards, a bark like laugh echoing into the empty street. you wave at him gleefully as he walks towards, the bathroom at the petrol pump. you fiddle with the key he has pushed into the motorbike, and with a few turns here and there, the engine rumbles underneath you, catching your breath.

the expensive leather seat wrapped by your thighs vibrate so deliciously at your clit you think you're going mad. heat taints your face, a blush of shame creeping up to your cheeks as your rut your hips against the seat. you bite your lip, swallowing moan that begs to leave your mouth. the friction against your cunt, the alcohol in your veins and the desire, the need for your friend cuts you deep. your nails dig into the leather as the friction of the vibrations consume you from within.

'fuck,' the familiar voice rasps into your ear, his large hand cupping the small of your back, helping you to rut into the leather of his motorbike. he trails his lips across the hot skin of your neck. you let out a moan, faint coil arousing into your stomach.

'sirius, need you so bad,' you beg.

he's quick with his movements, turning off his bike, bending you over to onto his, pulling his cock out and pushing it into your already wet cunt with a squelching sound. he's splitting you open, ramming his cock deep into you, greedy for the feel of your cunt against his cock. he balances wraps his legs around his waist, his lips devouring yours, tongue carnally dancing with yours, swallowing your moans.

it's sweet escape, as you breath heavy, tears slipping out of your eyes, as he rams into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you scream out, your shame leaving out your body, as he licks the salty tears off your cheeks. his finger rubs circles onto your clit, and you feel your orgasm rip out of your body, your cunt burning and throbbing with his movements.

'please please,' you cry, painting your cheeks with tears of lust, the desire for him, and his touch finally being fulfilled. he chases his own orgasm, as he spits onto his hand, slapping your cunt. you sob out with pleasure, the feeling of his cock splitting you open making your heart throb against your heart, your head going numb, senseless tears flowing out of your puffy eyes.

he rasps, his finger curling a strand of your sweaty lock behind your ear

'you look so pretty when you cry. so pretty for me when my cock splits this cunt open for me,'

'oh god,' you scream, feeling another boil of an orgasm bubbling within you. your walls clench around him at the feeling, and he moans, and you whimper, your sobs echoing into the empty night street. you throw your head back, rubbing tight circles onto your clit, sweat clinging onto your body feeling his cock thrusting at you with a rhythm that your body craves for.

your face glistens in a mixture of sweat and tears of pleasure as another orgasm escapes, your body shaking under his grip. his fingertips dig into your hips, as he chases his own release. you place a tender kiss on his chest through his unbuttoned shirt.

his hot release fills you up, painting your walls with his cum. he moans into your ear, biting your earlobe, pulling out his softened cock. your thighs shake, as you come down from the high of the erotic journey.

he stares into your eyes, his dilated pupils consuming you from within. he takes a deep breath, feeling your heartbeat against his slender fingers, a confession tearing from his lips that had been hidden in his head and heart,

'you don't know how long i've wanted to do that,'