#red x black

[ange-la-ange-ootd]

More from the April backlog

SUCC shirt - iiii Clothing x soo.zyy collab LOVESTRUCK heart buckle dress - Dreamily Apparel Blackberry sandals - Anthony Wang Heartbreaker scrunchie - Toshikigirl Sword choker, triple threat bracelet - Tunnel Vision

[ID: A red and black casual outfit with accents of white and gold. The main pieces are a red and white stripe shirt with a black sleeveless jumperskirt dress layered on top. The dress has a two-tiered skirt, heart buckles for the straps, and the Dreamily heart logo embroidered in white. These items are paired with a red hoodie jacket, black tights, and chunky platform sneakers. The accessories include a red scrunchie, a sword choker, and layered chain bracelets.]

[ramen-flavored]

my dude is getting Barbie Dolls and a Star

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

here’s more head. overstim, spit, mild manhandling if you wanna look at it like that, poorly proofread

jason todd could spend hours lapping at your cunt. it starts as him prepping you for his cock, scissoring you open and dipping deep inside you until he’s sure he could bury himself to the hilt. but after your third orgasm, he’s given up on that excuse.

“jay- jason,” you cry, foot desperately shoving his shoulder as he sucks on your clit with a hum. you’re overstimulation is easily disregarded, as if you’re not the one he’s torturing right now, and it’s almost embarrassing how deterred he is. instead of pushing him away, you try pulling yourself up, letting go of jason’s hair to tug at sheets.

“the hell are you going?” he scolds with an offended face, drawn out of his spell and following without a second thought. you can’t even answer through heavy breaths, but you curse when you realize you’ve only trapped yourself between this mad man and the headboard.

“no more, jay,” you plead, “‘s too much…”

“I don’t think you’ve had enough,” jason retorts in the most factual tone he has, calloused hands snaking up the back of your thighs and holding both legs against your chest. “I gotta get you ready, remember?” you whine at him weakly and his eyes almost roll at the sound. helplessly, you rest your head against pillows, arm hanging over your face.

a thick glob of saliva leaks from the bundle of nerves to your hole and he groans, and he still feels the need to drool over your cunt as his hooked nose nudges at sensitive skin. “‘s too fuckin’ good,” jason insists, using one arm to keep your thighs folded so fingers can prod at your pussy with his tongue. you’re inclined to agree with him. still, he promises to pull out one more state of bliss before he properly fucks toy. “y’know i don’t lie to you,” he warns, “one more.”

he gives you no choice but to comply, legs twitching and breath hitching before a high keen once he gets that last one out of you. “that’s it, doll,” he praises between thirsty licks and slurps, “there you fuckin’ go.” much to your dismay, he wastes little to no time cleaning you up. deep groans vibrate up your spine as he swallows every bit of your slick and cum before he lets your legs go.

“fuck, jason,” you whimper into your elbow and he forgets to hold in his snicker, open mouthed kisses are scattered up your body as he positions his hips against yours.

“hey, pretty,” he huffs after swatting your arm away to look at your face, admiring the glow he’s given you just from his mouth. jason grabs your face before your gaze loses him, rosy cheeks squished and making you that much louder when he buries himself inside with one agonizingly deep thrust. incoherent cries fill the room and it has jason craving more that he’s sure you can give him.

“y’can’t blame me, can you?” he husks, and the hand holding your jaw jerks to make your mouth fall open. a thick glob of spit lands on your tongue as it lols out, debauched and shameful once you’re fully dazed. “that’s yours,” he reminds you as if you’d forgotten, “that’s you all over my fuckin’ tongue.”

his cock twitching at the whorish moan you give, setting a brutal pace to make up for the time he’s missed between your quivering thighs and tight cunt. tears form under your lashes and fall each time his heavy balls smack against your ass, legs wobbling around his torso as he traps you under his weight. weak babbles of his name only drive him impossibly deeper inside you, and the rude bruise that’s sucked into your neck says he’s far from done breaking you. ❧

[deadsetobsessions]

“I ate paint once,” Danny nonchalantly threw out in the middle of game night.

The entire table stopped. Heads whipped towards Danny.

“Yeah, me too. Cardamom yellow was my favorite. Ugly as hell but the chemicals just tasted right.” Tim replied, using the distraction to nab some of Bruce’s money. Monopoly money, that is. Everyone’s heads snapped towards Tim, only Cass and Danny (who was part of the scheme) caught him cheating.

“Really? I think mine was those spray can blue cosmos paint. But that might have been more my thing for space than the actual taste.”

“WHY WERE YOU EATING PAINT?!” Dick asked, looking like he wanted to lunge over the table and shake Danny until he puked out paint. Bruce looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Tim?” Jason snickered.

“In my defense,” Danny grinned. “I was left unsupervised. Also, Steph, you owe me $24 in rent.”

“Ugh! I’m almost out of money! Can’t you loan me some, Alfred?”

“I am sorry, Miss Stephanie, you are not qualified for another loan. In fact, one of your properties is about to be confiscated as per the collateral agreement.”

“Noooo!” Stephanie made dramatic dying noises.

“What was your excuse, Timothy?” Damian asked, eyes glued to the board and determined to win the game.

“Hey, I was probably less supervised than Danny was.”

“Yeah,” Danny perked up. “My parents brought us down to their lab all of the time. Taught us a lot of stuff.”

“Really? Like what?” Duke asked, casually slapping away Tim’s sneaky hands.

“Oh, like what a rocket launcher sounded like up close! And how to build a laser gun! Oh! And what human organs looked like when they’re fresh!” Danny chirped, collecting his money from a stunned Stephanie’s hands. He looked up.

“Oh, don’t worry! I at least learned what not to do when it comes to lab safety. And we wore hazmat suits to protect ourselves from the radiation.” Danny smiled in a ditzy fashion as the table fell silent in a horrified manner. Cass tapped his arm amusedly, but allowed his bullshit to stand. After all, it’s not like he lied.

“Radiation?” Duck’s voice raised a couple of octaves. Oh yeah, Danny’s going to laugh about that pitch for a long while.

“Organs?!” Jason’s hands closed around the plastic house he was holding rather forcefully.

“Do you even know what basic lab safety practices are, Danny?” Damian demanded, finally looking up with brows furrowed. He rolled the dice and grabbed a mystery card. He gets $100 from Alfred.

“How old were you??” Duke asked.

“Like… 8, when they first brought me in?”

“Eight.” Bruce rumbled, slipping into a more Batman like persona. When Danny sent him a confused look, Bruce straightened back into his Bruce persona. “Wow, they must have trusted you a lot!”

“Sure?”

“What were their names again?” Stephanie asked sweetly, Cass nodding at him.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Not that they’ll find them here, considering his parents are dead and in another universe.

“Cool, cool, cool!” Stephanie blinked, beaming as her hands formed lethal fists underneath the table.

Danny blinked and tilted his head in an unassuming way, pretending like he had no idea what Stephanie was thinking of. He sneakily handed over $600 to Cass in order to complete his monopoly on his side of the board.

Danny stood up and spread his hands out, one hand clutching his new found victory.

"Well, lady and gents, you've all been floundering against the inevitable tide of capitalism. I am here, as a reminder that you can never win against the hopelessness that will be your financial ruin! I, Danny Fenton, have obtained a quarter of the board and therefore have won against even your best efforts!" He cackled, holding up his fan of properties triumphantly. He shot a mischievous grin at Cass, who held up a solemn thumbs up in support for his monetary takeover.

"... Danny, are you... planning on a career in villainy?" Bruce asked, after a brief and total wave of shocked silence. Damian looked like he was having a conniption at having been bested, unknowingly. Yeah, Danny was disarming like that.

"Yeah, that was concerning." Tim piped up, nabbing a ten from a shell-shocked Damian.

"Hey! The Riddler gives surprisingly good monologues! And he's really loud, so it's hard not to pick up on things. Duke, your turn." Danny sat back down, pouting. The villainy comment was a little too close to his fears.

"Damn it." Duke, who had rolled, landed smack middle of Danny's territory. He handed over a sheaf of bills to a grinning Danny.

"Wait a minute! You have cheated!" Damian bolted upwards from his seat, finally done running through the purchases he remembered Danny making. "You acquired that property not within the games' rules!"

"Okay, first of all, the rule book is a suggestion, like lab safety rules," Danny saw the others open their mouths to protest, but he quickly shut it down. "Second, there's totally no rules about selling and buying places from a private owner so suck on it. And thirdly? Cass sold it to me, so you all can take it up with her."

"Diabolical!" Damian muttered indignantly.

"... Dammit." Dick sighed, falling back into the chair and balancing on its two legs. He couldn't say anything, considering his current of bankruptcy.

"Danny. Danny, I'll buy a property from you." Jason said, eyeing one of Danny's other properties near his own cluster.

"What do you have that would interest me?" Danny asked, falling back into his Vlad-like imitation.

"Ew, don't do that," Steph reached over to jab him in the arm.

"Yeah, Jason, what do you have?" Duke said, the lovely subtle instigator that he is.

"Red Hood's signature."

The others blue-screen, gaping at the actual audacity Jason had to offer up something that would take him no effort. Danny, prepared with a poker face that came with lying straight to Jazz's ever perceptive eyes about whether he nabbed the last of her ice cream or not, was prepared.

"Red Hood? The condom guy working out of the... um. Upper East Side?" Danny asked, pretending to hesitate. He knows where Jason operated. That doesn't mean he couldn't simply pretend otherwise. For science, of course.

...

...

...

The table howled with laughter, Jason's indignant spluttering unable to say anything against Danny's wide eyed look of innocence. Cass leaned against the table, chuckles falling out of her mouth and eyes crinkled in mirth. Dick had fallen out of his chair, helplessly wheezing on the floor. Duke is hiding his face in his hands, mirroring Bruce's pose as they both shake from silent laughter. Damian is smirking, wicked and sharp as he smugly stared at Jason. Stephanie and Tim are leaning against each other, repeating "the CONDOM GUY" in alternating and increasingly louder voices. Alfred had a smile on his face and a tight grip on the bills in front of him that betrayed his amusement.

"He's a crime lord!" Jason exclaimed, indignant.

"Uh, okay. Well, I mean, why would I want a crime lord's signature? I don't want to be on his radar. Or echolocation or whatever. He's... a Bat, right? That's what you guys call that group, yeah?"

"How do you know the Rogues better than the vigilantes?!" Jason glared at his unhelpful family. Those assholes better prepare for a load of rubber bullets the next time they're on patrol near Crime Alley.

"Hey, it's not my fault the vigilantes here are unsociable. Maybe if they monologued more, I'd know who they are."

"Wouldn't- wouldn't that make them more villain like?" Tim asked, stuttering from his laughter.

"I dunno?" Danny replied, enjoying his the family's unabashed joy. "I mean, they're pretty legit and they help people already so I guess they don't need to be sociable... but still I swear I haven't heard anything about Batman other than that he grunts and is mean towards criminals."

Is mean towards criminals, Duke mouthed at a recovering Dick who was in the process of heaving himself back up. It sent him careening back down to the floor with restrained giggles. Cass tapped Danny, reminding him to eat some food.

"Tt. Of course not. They're efficient at their jobs and have no need to be seen as welcoming to criminals." Damian puffed up.

"Yeah, but they've gotta feel safe, right?" Danny shrugged as he plucked a cookie from the cookie platter. "The... one with the sword, what was it?"

"Robin." Damian supplied, eyes narrowed and trained on him.

"Yeah, the baby bird. The kids think his swords are cool so they trust him. But like, the others? The flippy blue one? Not so much."

"Wait," Dick said from the floor. "They don't trust Nightwing?"

"Nah, they trust him to protect them, but he has a history of bringing the kids to the police, you know?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Danny shrugged. "ACAB. But also because everybody knows that half the guys in the GCPD and CPS are child traffickers."

"Wait, what?" Jason and Tim straightened.

Bruce piped in, the emotional whiplash of amusement to concern to amusement to concern visibly making itself known on the man's baffled face. "I thought Batman and Commissioner Gordon took care of that?"

"Sure, the obvious ones." Danny hesitated. Well, he's pretty sure they think he's a meta so... "There's... a meta trafficking ring that they're a part of. That's. That's kind of what I was running from."

Danny looked up pleadingly. Cass placed a hand on his arm in comfort, not knowing that he was fibbing about running from them.

Danny was on the streets helping his own Alley metas to run from them.

Danny is as feral as she was, and that meant he could hide just as much as she could read off of him. Cass was the best and he felt kind of bad about lying to her, successfully or not.

"Uh. Some people said you know Batman, Bruce. I know- uh, that might not be the case but if you do, could you ask him to look into it?" Danny made his eyes tear up. "And maybe he wouldn't care about me much, I mean, I know he doesn't really like metas but if he helps out, I could totally like, leave the city once the kids are safe, promise."

Ooh, Danny put a little too much sincerity into that. He could practically hear the hearts breaking in the game room as everyone glared at Bruce.

"You won't have to leave."

"... Promise?" And Danny's voice was a little too desperate, too hopeful, because Bruce's eyes tugged down in sadness.

"Promise." He rumbled, all Bruce Wayne and all Batman. Danny's core warmed. Danny also saw the rest of the family's faces darken in pure agreement. And partial wrath.

"Yeah! We'll kick Batman's ass if he even thought about kicking you out!" Stephanie proclaimed.

"He's far more proficient in combat than you are, Brown." Damian immediately leapt to Batman's defense and that was that.

Well, later, as Danny was "sleeping" and Phantom was hovering in the cave, invisible and intangible, he got confirmation that his Alley meta kids were going to be safe, soon.

After all, the entire Batclan was suiting up and baying for blood, with Oracle's all encompassing presence behind them, fingers reaching for their enemies' weak points.

[in-som-niyah]

i want a gentle jason

Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares

Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you

Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body

Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen

Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you

Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever

Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more

Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left

Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him

Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice

Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.

Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.

[fadaimaginess]

Among Us: O Novo Começo

Qualquer coisa +18 só depois do capítulo 14

Capitulo 1

Hora 04:30 AM

Preparando nave para o lançamento 

Capitã Red, uma mulher de pele preta, cabelo cacheado e olhos castanhos, responsável por guias seus colegas de equipe para o novo lar, olhava sem o mínimo de animação para a porta de ferro que a levaria para fora de seu quarto,  literalmente a separava do resto do mundo contaminado, e para sair de seu pequeno paraíso teria que usar o traje vermelho que vinha a acompanhando desde criança por culpa das geração passada que havia destruído seu próprio planeta, acabando com água e plantas rápido demais para sobrar alguma coisa, agora cabia a aos remanescentes proteger a humanidade e as poucas espécies animais que sobraram.

 Se levantou da cama desconfortável e andou até o banheiro, o quarto não tinha muita coisa, uma cama de solteiro vermelha, uma cômoda com algumas poucas peças de roupa, uma foto com seu irmão Black nos trajes especiais e uma foto ao lado com a família inteira. Seu pai usava a mesma cor vermelha que ela, enquanto sua mãe usava a cor preta do irmão. Sentia falta deles. A mais ou menos cem dias eles tinham ido para a nave The Squed, e a cinquenta dias tinham ido para o posto de comando Mira na órbita de Pollos, o destino de seus pais e agora o seu. “Não é hora de pensar nisso". Suspirou e entrou no banheiro, infelizmente a vida para os humanos não era como décadas atrás. Água era um material raro e muito caro, só disponível em bases como Mira e naves transportadoras, então para o banho, o chuveiro derramava um pouco de pó especial branco que limpava o corpo e o impedia de ressecar enquanto estivesse usando o traje de poliéster por baixo da roupa pesada.

Saiu do “banho" e passou um pano humedecido que Black havia lhe dado no seu aniversário, para tirar todo o branco que havia se colado em sua pele, substituindo por um gel de secagem rápida. Vestiu um par de roupa íntima vermelha para treinamento, pegou o traje que cobriria tudo até mesmo seu cabelo, isso se algumas mechas não  escapassem do aperto deixando um tufo preto na frente. Pegou o traje de astronauta que estava pendurado em um dos cabides na parede e calçou as pesadas calças, logo depois o torço superior e o painel que ostentava uma pequena bandeira verde e amarela no peito. Com cuidado se sentou na cama que rangeu com peso extra, e calçou as botas, pegou a mochila vermelha que continha os coadores de ar, ligou as mangueiras que estavam dentro de uma das gavetas e os conequitou com pequenos buracos acima dos coadores e ligou ao capacete que estava encima da cama. Passou os braços pelas alças e quando levantou não pôde evitar soltar um pequeno som de incômodo com o peso. Pegou o capacete que era extremamente desconfortável já que era colado ao pescoço, mas aceitável. Depois de fazer um rápido check up para ver se estava tudo bem, saiu do quarto a passos lentos, apesar de já estar acostumada, ainda não era a melhor forma de se viver, mas assim que saísse pela porta teria que ignorar o desconforto.

Quando saiu do quarto notou seu irmão mais velho, Black, esperando do lado de fora. Essa era a rotina, ele ia até seu quarto, esperava, e quando Red saia, faziam um pequeno comprimento e iam para a cantina pegar o café da manhã, depois os dois ficavam no quarto de Red fazendo qualquer coisa, ou não fazendo nada, até a hora dos treinos.

Black segurou a mão de Red e os dois foram juntos cumprimentando alguns colegas pelo caminho, ou melhor, ela cumprimentava, enquanto ele seguia calado.

- Está animada capitã? – ouviu a voz de seu irmão saindo pelo comunicador que vinha no capacete.

- Sim, poderemos ver mamãe e papai de novo quando chegarmos a Pollos. Devo admitir que estou um pouco nervosa, talvez até angustiada.

- Não se preocupe. White vai estar lá para te ajudar, e eu também. Ou vai dizer que eu não conto?

- Claro que sim seu bobo, mas é que... Eles disseram que assim que chegassem na base iam nos contactar, mas até agora nem mesmo uma mensagem.

- Pode ser interferência, você sabe como a Orange sempre reclama, “todo esse lixo não está me deixando falar com o amor da minha vida!” – falou imitando a voz da russa, tinha que admitir que as vezes era um incômodo, ela e o marido Dark Green, também russo, sempre fazem um completo caos quando passam muito tempo longe um do outro, as pessoas mudaram tanto. Ao ouvir a risada da sua irmã, Black se animou e tentou fazer graça para que a irmã pudesse  relaxar, e só parou quando chegaram à cafeteria e foram abordados pelo Cyan, irmão mais novo de Dark Green.

- Olá Red. Como você está? – Cyan era muito gentil, cabelos ruivos abóbora, olhos verdes e algumas sardas. Uma beleza que devia ser admirada na visão de Red. Os dois ouviram um pigarreio e olharam para Black. – ah, oi Black. Não tinha te visto. – uma bela mentira, os 1,94 de Black o deixavam de frente para Cyan que tinha a mesma altura.

- Seu- foi cortado por Red  que deu um puxão em sua mão – Como está sendo seu dia?

- Está ótimo, ainda mais agora que encontrei minha capitã. E obrigada pela preocupação com meu bem estar.

- De nada. – se Red deixasse, aquilo ia continuar por um bom tempo, e tudo que não precisava era de Dark Green reclamando em russo no seu ouvido o resto do dia.

- Por que não vamos todos conversar como pessoas civilizadas? Sem sarcasmo ou duplos sentidos. Vamos honrar nossos postos de sobreviventes desse mundo morto e ir tomar café. Está bem? Ótimo! – segurou mais firme na mão de Black e segurou a mão de Cyan puxando os dois para mais perto da cantina. Uma área grande e espaçosa, sem janelas, paredes grossas de metal para impedir a entrada dos raios UV.

Quando estavam na fila encontraram White que como sempre estava com um aparelho na mão, o visor do capacete estava escuro mostrando que ele estava vendo algum tipo de holograma que os outros não podiam, se soltando dos dois homens, Red foi até ele e deu um pequeno peteleco no visor, fazendo o mais velho prestar atenção e desocupar a fila de pessoas que tinham desistido de chamar a atenção dele e estavam o ignorando. Logo Red pôde ver o rosto do homem de meia idade com cabelos escuros, pele branca bronzeada e olhos marrons.

- White quantas vezes eu já disse? Você não pode começar a criar coisas do nada no meio de um monte de pessoas, principalmente na fila. Já foi na psicóloga esse mês? – Red respeitava muito White, ele foi uma das principais causas de querer se candidatar para a empresa Mira como como colonizadora. Pode-se dizer que era fã número um do homem de 46 anos, que já era experiente como engenheiro. Também era seu sonho se tornar engenheira, tirou nota máxima em todos os testes possíveis na intenção de passar com honras e melhorar seu currículo, infelizmente para si, todo esse esforço a fez assumir o cargo de capitã e estrategista da nave CXHGLJ-14.

- Foi mal Red. Ou melhor, capitã Red. Mas depois da reunião à tarde, passe no laboratório, com o resto da equipe de preferência. Ontem a noite tive um surto de criatividade e inventei algo que pode nos ajudar muito nessa viagem. Até logo. - se afastou um pouco - E eu não preciso de psicóloga.

- Até.  – infelizmente foi quando o mais velho estava longe que ela lembrou que ele não estava levando nenhum tipo de alimento, ela colocou a mão contra o capacete e suspirou, teria que levar algo para ele mais tarde.

- Red! Já chegou a sua vez. – foi até o irmão e Cyan que surpreendente estavam conversando tranquilamente, uma situação rara.  Pegou a bandeja com alimentos envoltos por papel alumínio, todos bem protegidos dentro de uma redoma de vidro. E como o seu traje, a bandeja era vermelha.

Os dois se despediram de Cyan e fizeram o caminho de volta pelo corredor branco e bem iluminado, sem janelas ou qualquer tipo de visão do lado de fora. Red sempre cumprimentado os outros colegas de base e parando algumas vezes para receber felicitações pelo cargo que adquiriu. Enquanto Black ficava a postos ao seu lado para que ninguém tentasse algo, era comum tripulantes desesperados tentarem convencer líderes de naves a levá-los. Quando chegaram ao quarto de porta vermelha, foram recebidos por vários jatos de gás branco feitos para acabar com qualquer vírus ou bactéria que tenha se grudado nos trajes. Com um pouco de esforço em pouco tempo, os dois só estavam de colã. Red se sentou na cama e logo abriu sua bandeja duplamente protegida, tirou o sanduíche de patê de frango do meio do papel alumínio e deu o copo para que seu irmão pudesse abrir. E logo os dois já estavam tomando café.

- Será que antes as pessoas pensavam que vida animal valeria menos que vegetal? – disse Black enquanto mastigava seu próprio sanduíche.

- Não fale de boca cheia, é nojento. E provavelmente não, mas isso é só frango e existem milhões, não vamos ter uma conversa filosófica sobre isso agora.

- … Parece que muitas naves não chegam a Pollos, e quando chegam é só metade da tripulação.

- Isso é uma história de terror, não se preocupe com isso. O que pode acontecer? Um vírus espacial que faz todo mundo se matar? Não, melhor, um alienígena. – Red riu com gosto enquanto Black fazia uma carranca.

- Vai saber? Talvez seja verdade, talvez não. Mas só para garantir eu vou ficar perto de você.

- Você está sendo medroso.

- Não sou medroso! – os dois ficaram quietos por um momento, aproveitando o pouco tempo sem fazer nada. – vem, vamos nos vestir. Temos treino.

- Vamos.

Quando saíram do quarto se encontraram com Pink e Yellow que já estavam se preparando para bater na porta. Black deu um pequeno aceno de cabeça para Red e saiu enquanto Pink olhou um pouco triste para as costas do homem, gostava tanto dele mas diferente dos outros tripulantes, ele não lhe dava a mínima atenção, não importava o quanto tentasse. Pink tinha cabelos pretos channel, pele branca e olhos pretos, enquanto Yellow tinha cabelos loiro mel, olhos azuis e pele branca. As três eram amigas desde o primeiro dia no programa Mira, mas o amor de Pink por Black vem de muito antes.

- E então Red- Digo, capitã Red. O que vamos fazer? – era óbvio que Pink ainda estava mal pela rejeição continua, mas Red não poderia fazer nada, não tinha experiências amorosas e nunca sequer havia se apaixonado por alguém, como diz Yellow; ela tinha um coração de gelo. E se fosse para ficar como Pink, a capitã preferia continuar como estava.

- O de sempre. Vamos treinar. Alguém sabe se Purple já está de pé? Não quero dar viagem perdida.

- Sim, está, vi ela saindo da cafeteria quando fui tomar café. – disse Yellow tentando animar um pouco o clima que envolvia a sua amiga rosada.

- Então vamos até ela. - Pink falou, um sorriso forçado estava em seu rosto, as mãos apertadas em punhos.

- Claro. Pink você pode ir na frente? Quero conversar um pouco com a Red.

- Certo, até logo. – quando a rosa já havia tomado alguma distância, Yellow puxou Red para próximo a parede, para que as duas ficassem apoiadas e não atrapalhassem o tráfego de pessoas.

- Red, você não pode conversar com Black? Eu sei que ela gosta dele, você também, toda a tripulação. Por que ele é o único que não se importa? Ele podia falar pelo menos um "oi" ou "bom dia".

- Acredite Yellow, ele se importa e está preocupado com ela. Eu sei que para preservarmos nossa espécie precisamos nos reproduzir coisa e tal. Mas não é o momento, não aqui. Dark Green e Orange ainda não tiveram filhos porque sabem a dificuldade que foi educar Cyan sozinhos, e estão esperando o momento certo. Black também pensa assim, ele não quer ter um relacionamento com ninguém ainda, ele quer chegar a Pollos e lá sim, ter um relacionamento com maiores chances de dar certo. 

- Mas ela... – Yellow foi interrompida pela mulher de traje vermelho que levantou a mão.

- Eu não posso forçar meu irmão a ama-lá, é uma escolha dele. - quando Yellow abriu a boca, mas foi impedida de falar por Red. - Não me interrompa, ainda não terminei. Vamos criar uma simulação, está bem? Estamos todos bem até que do nada acontece um acidente na nave e Black morre. O que você acha que vai acontecer com Pink, com sua capitã e o restante da nave? Todos ficariam mal não é? Uma líder que está com a mente tomada pela dor da perda e uma cientista depressiva que não consegue se concentrar no próprio trabalho. Nós duas conhecemos bem o amor dela.

- Você tem razão, me desculpe por incomodar você com isso, mas fico preocupada. – Red sentiu compaixão por Yellow naquele momento, a italiana só estava cuidando de sua amiga.

- Está tudo bem, acredite. Só deixe o tempo resolver essa situação dos dois e não vamos nos meter, sei que vai dar tudo certo. E com sorte dela, meus futuros sobrinhos podem usar rosa. – as duas riram, Red conseguiu descontrair o clima e ficaram em silêncio por um tempo. A verdade é que a situação de Pink não era novidade para ninguém,as tentava deixar sua preocupação de lado, se tivesse qualquer problema, seu irmão viria falar com ela.

- Por isso você foi escolhida como capitã, sempre tão calma. Agora vamos.

- Vamos.

As duas tomaram rumo ao quarto de Purple, quando chegaram encontraram Pink e ela conversando tranquilamente. Quando a roxa viu Red e Yellow se aproximando, ligou o seu comunicador, pedindo contato para os comunicadores das recém chegadas e logo um grito agudo de bom-dia preencheu o capacete das duas. 

- Olá Purple. – Yellow estava ocupada demais dando tapas fracos em seu próprio capacete para que a voz parasse de fazer eco no comunicador e deixou a parte da socialização para Red que como capitã era obrigada a manter a compostura, mesmo que não pudesse se livrar do tom agudo em seus ouvidos.

- Vamos treinar meninas! Estou tão empolgada, logo vamos poder ver o espaço todinho, ver os planetas, as estrelas. Será que vamos passar perto de alguma Anã Vermelha? Eu espero que sim. – as três se perguntavam como a mulher de vinte e nove anos conseguia ficar saltitando com uma roupa tão Yellow e Pink olharam para Red atrás de alguma resposta. Desconectando de Purple ela respondeu.

- Ela consegue levantar oitenta quilos, o que vocês esperavam mesmo?. – A rodeada era conhecida por ter uma força bruta considerável, uma estrutura muscular forte o suficiente para não ser afetada por treinos de gravidade.

- Olha… Isso está certo? - Yellow perguntou mas não recebeu resposta das duas.

[rainnyydaysworld]

Tim: Hey, do you know the password to Damian’s computer?

Duke: Fuck you, Tim.

Tim: Hey!!

Duke: No, you misunderstood, the password is "fuckyouTim".

Tim: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

—

Reader: Get on my level!

Steph: Unfortunately, to "get on your level" I'd need a boat trip to the Mariana Trench and a pair of cinderblock shoes.

—

*Dick is fighting a monster*

Barbara : Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Dick: The power to believe in myself!?

Barbara : No, a knife! Stab it!

—

Reader: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff.

Jason: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

—

Damian: Tim, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement-

Tim: Aww, thanks-

Damian: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

—

Reader: So, Steph is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Cassandra: Why?

Reader: Because I've caught her trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Steph, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

[luffyssa]

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

starring. one piece. luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law, shanks genre. smau, crack, fluff ask. can you please do a smau where they accidentally text about you to you when they meant if for someone else (pre relationship)? it's just so cute to see our pookies embarrassed.

use of y/n, she/her pronouns in some

[eyeheartboobiez]

shower sex w/ jason

ask: I’ve been craving backshots with Jaybird(possibly in the shower)and reader being blackout cockdrunk, I don’t know if you’re comfortable with degradation, praise/degradation or slightly mean!Jason so I’ll leave that optional(if you’re not comfortable with that forget I ever said that). And ofc filthy dirty talk is always welcome 😉

a/n: @nyxx01 IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I HOPE U LIKE IT

wc: 800-ish

tw: subspace themes

"Shut up and take it."

The steam radiating throughout the bathroom was nothing compared to what was actually happening in the shower. What was supposed to be a simple wash after a night out, abruptly turned into something much more pornographic.

For hours now, Jason had been plowing into your entrance, not thinking too let up in the slightest. You were surprised the water hadn’t gone cold considering the two of you had been at it for hours now.

Despite the hot water cascading down your skin, your nipples grazing the tile of the wall, or even the slight clutch of Jason’s hand around your throat, you felt completely stripped of all your senses. 

Absolutely weak in the knees by now, your body had gone completely limp from being handled so brutally. The sobs of pleasure slipping from your lips were the only signs of life from you. 

As the rhythm of Jason’s thrusts shook your entire body, you were sure you’d have fallen over by now had it not been for his iron grip around your torso. "Jace,” you huffed, “Jus’ gimme a sec-"

A piercing smack shrilled through the air, loud enough to be heard between the pouring water and your shameless moans. You didn’t even realize how much your rear stung until you noticed callused hands teasingly rub at the stricken area, “Nuh uh, you don't get to talk. Not right now."

The vigilante moved to grip you by your elbows, his hips still thrusting at an unforgiving pace. Tears stained your cheeks as you began to cry, the saltiness of your cries somehow finding a way to stand out against the tap water around you. 

"Aww, you crying sweetheart? I thought you wanted to be treated like a whore t’night, hm? Thought this was what you wanted, baby.” His teases did nothing but add to your arousal, only hurting you on a surface level.

“I should just spread you open and pound you till tomorrow, huh?" He cooed. “I’d finally fuck the brat outta you. Maybe then you’ll start being good ‘fa me.”

You practically shuddered at the thought, desperate to be filled with more of Jason’s cum. His feigned sympathy made your eyes water even more.

However, that dream was quickly shut down. His sudden talkativeness was a telltale sign that he was close to reaching his peak.

Not even a minute later, you felt his hips shudder vigorously against your backside, the grip on you tightening as he was pushed over the edge. Ropes of cum pulsed from the girth between his legs, penetrating deep within your sensitive hole

“Mmmf, there we go.” Groans sputtered from his mouth, languid praises rumbling from chest, “That’s it hon, give it to me.”

Following him in sequence, you reached your final orgasm of the night. Your knees buckled and convulsions took over your body as you felt the climax rush through you. 

Before you could hit the floor though, the Gothamite was quick to catch you in his arms. Gently, he sat you down on the floor of the tub, making sure to angle you away from the pouring water.

Feeling the ground beneath you, your senses were slowly coming back to you. While you weren’t necessarily dickmatized anymore, your thoughts were still a bit hazy.

The water rinsing you down, a fresh towel drying you off, butter massaging its way into your skin; everything happened in a blur. But, even while your mind was still trying to catch up with the world around you, you knew that you were in good hands.

“C'mon doll, help me out a little here.” Blinking into reality, you looked to see you were sat on the edge of your bed, dressed in one of your boyfriend’s tee shirts. Jason was standing between your legs, attempting to wrap your hair for the night, but your drowsy figure was no help whatsoever.

Straightening up, you moved to make the job easier for him. “There ya’ go,” he muttered, the low timbre of his voice only lulling you further to sleep, “Look at you bein’ so good for me now.”

Once your mane was taken care of, you hastily made your way under the sheets, the soft fabric covering you in a blanket of warmth. After making sure you were comfortable, the batboy made his way over to his side of the bed, settling himself in right beside you.

Although, just as you were about to clock out for the night, Jason squished your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to meet his, "Maybe next time think twice before flirting with the bartender, hm?"

You knew he was still irritated with you, but the goodnight kiss he left on your forehead told you he’d get over it. Sooner or later.

a/n: this reads like a wattpad fic (derogatory)

[thelolitalookbook]

Ireme

Sweet Wa styled simple lolita coord

OP, KC, Bag - ToAlice

Socks - Angelic Pretty

Shoes - Angelic Imprint

[ange-la-ange-ootd]

backlog from April

Dear Ichigo:Cottontail Ensemble - Violet Fane x Deux Mia Sailor Collar jacket - Listen Flavor Easy skirt - iiii clothing matrixxx shoes - YRU beret - Lolita Collective Snake It Til You Make It earrings - Kikay

[ID: A red and black streetwear outfit. The main pieces are a red plaid cutsew, black techwear skirt, and a black and white sailor bomber jacket with vampire motifs. The cutsew top features a black and white illustration of two lolitas and a rabbit playing musical instruments. The rest of the outfit includes black OTKs layered over dark red tights, black platform sneakers, and a dark red beret.]

[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

rough sex, prone bone, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light belly bulge mention, pussy eating (as always), he’s a meanie i fear, ak!jason on the brain

mmm jason 'don't run from this dick' todd... he's got you drooling in the sheets and weakly clawing at them to tug away, just for him to shift his angle and get even deeper inside you when he pulls you back. each flinch away from him prompts a deeper thrust, constantly leaning his built upper body over you and forcing your hips to fall. the grip he has is bruising and he’s using his weight to hold you down, cooing into your ear with condescension as he informs you- I can only hold this ass up for so long, princess. all while jason’s fucking your whole body into the mattress after your pathetic attempts to pull away falter, a rough palm bigger than your fucking head squishing your face into the sheets as spit dribbles from the corner of your mouth in ecstasy. useless slurs of words prompt him to pull your head back, fingers tangled in your hair and wrenching your neck to make you look at him with teary eyes as he tells you to try again.

or maybe you're reaching your hand back to rest on his pelvis while you're whining for him to be gentle, just to get a reminder of his overwhelming strength when he folds your arms against your back and forces you into a deeper arch. you’ve gotten all brave, actively trying to push him off of you- stupidly, even. the fuck do you think you’re doing-? he laughs cruelly at you, and it takes nothing for jason to snake his hand around your neck, fingers straining your throat as he pulls you flush against his broad chest and abs. the sudden breath that’s taken away has you all lightheaded and limited to short pants, leaving you to weakly cling to the same hand on your throat. your gaze falls upon your lower tummy and not only do you feel him, you can fucking see him splitting you open- how deep inside your belly he gets with each thrust.

and just throwing this in there; he's got you trying to get away from his mouth too. legs shaking as he rudely sucks on your clit and you've got the nerve to pull on his hair and urge him away. it takes little to no time for him to pin your hands against your lower tummy while his free hand is forcing your thighs to wrap around his head. he’s softer with you when he’s not pounding you until your weeping cunt is all puffy and sore, though; fat tongue lapping at your hole and groaning as more slick settles on his lips, hooked nose nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and making you see stars. still creamin’ all over my face, jason grumbles against your core, ‘m not fuckin’ you hard enough, huh? and at this point, you can’t recall if your desperate squirming turns him on more or pisses him off- even when considering the harsh slaps against your thigh and ravenous groans into your cunt. ❧

[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

[woodland-gremlin]

Black Out AU

Tim meets Danny when he leaves the Wayne family after seeing that they didn’t see him as family, only a stand in. He gets stuck in Amity Park with its lock down and information black out. Whether Tim ended up in the city by accident or he went looking for it when he noticed that a city just suddenly stopped existing a few years prior is up to debate. Either way Tim does what he did years ago, bully the resident vigilante into letting him help. This time though he promises not to make the same mistake of trying to be anything more than teammates, not wanting to set himself up to more disappointment. Unfortunately for him Danny is very intrigued by this fellow vigilante, and thinks he would be a good Living friend. Ancients knows he needs more of those after the fallout with Sam and Tucker.

[gamblersdoll]

brat taming kirishima with his bratty tsundere girlfriend.

idk thinking that kiri can be such a soft but hard as fuck dom and it always come to a head when you get snarky, like he knows how you are, almost as bad as bakugou.

but god, does he love when you subconsciously act out.

in this sense, you had completely forgot the rule about not allowing kiri to help you with the heavier things. he hates when you get too independent. sure, he knows you carry yourself so, so good. but hes trying to make you not be so defensive, so independent where you cannot be helped because you wont let the thickest walls down.

and on top of that, you shooed him away. biggest mistake for you.

“you know youre not supposed to be carrying these heavy things, right baby?” he tries to take the big box of a black grill out of your hands, but you pull away and swat your hand.

“i can do this shit by myself, kiri.” you grumble, sitting it in the garage with a standing kirishima.

none of that mattered now, not the way he has you folded up on your back to mattress and spread eagle.

the sheer force of his body always knocked you into oblivion, thrusts making your voice so high and ragged.

“i’m sorry, im so sorr—y!” you squeal, moans just bubbling out and a thumb circling your clit.

“oh, i know.” he coos, thrusts becoming meaner by the second. oh, he was pissed. pissed because, the fuck you thought this was? let him lift heavy things for you! youre not single anymore.. and your exes were some punk ass bitches. “bet you wont do this shit again, huh baby?”

you nod, tears starting to bubble up in the corner of your eyes and trying to keep the hold of the back or your knees.

he slows, keeping that motion on your clit and thrusting once really hard. “words, baby.” he growls, pointed teeth gritting.

“yes! yes!” you hiccup, feeling his hips go back to bullying your cervix.

“such a fuckin’ brat you know?” he groans, soft slaps against your cheek. “need’a real man to fuck into you like this, huh?” he coos again, rolling his eyes at a certain tightness. “always gotta be so mean to me.”

you nod, babbling incoherent words and sentences as he circled your over sensitive clit and push his cock deeper. “igunnacum!”

“there you go, just let go and cum, ‘kay baby?”

you hate how gooey he makes you feel. how patience is his strongest suit and making you feel so pathetic in his hands. he was right, needed a big bruly man to fuck you so deep you forget to rebuild that wall you made to protect yourself.

“you going to be mean like that again?” he asked, thrusting in his needy tip that pushes and traps you into the corner of the bed that is against the wall. “hm? cmon, say something, love.”

one thing about kirishima, you know hes pissed when hes drilling you like this, and he’s mocking and laughing at you.

his hands grips your hips hard, all two eighty five hundred pounds of him loving you. “fuck— fuck! yeah, cum!” demanded, and starved. finally, he hits that gummy spot hard enough, and your clit throbs and feels like it clenches on its own, creamy translucent fluid just dribbling from your walls and he laughs out.

“oh, thats my girl.” he shushes, wiping the tears and kissing your cheek. he groans, pulling himself out from your confinements and stroking himself, looking down as he growls from his chest meanwhile his own essence drools to the couch.

you just lay there, a twitching mess as he presses your legs up. he takes the discarded shirt of his to wipe up your cream and then his own. “you okay baby? did i go to hard, again?” he thickly swallows, feeling the pat of your hand against his large bicep.

[indulgentdaydream]

Headcanon about Jason’s and Alfred’s birthday that is five days late BUT:

From any batkid’s perspective other than Dick and Jason’s, it’s just a known fact that Alfred does not celebrate his birthday. No one even knows when it is.

They’ve tried asking him. He won’t budge. It doesn’t help that none of them even know his correct age so they can’t go off of that either.

“Why won’t you let us celebrate your birthday, Alfred?” Steph asked one day while everyone else was around.

“There’s no reason for me to celebrate anymore. I’ve had enough birthdays.”

Not even Bruce will budge on the matter.

Then, long after Jason comes back. Only once he finally reconnects with his family, does anything happen.

Tim walks into the kitchen one day and sees Alfred and Jason at the counter, bowls around them. “What are you two doing?”

“Baking a cake,” Alfred responded. Tim could see the chocolate flavouring from here.

“Can I help?” Cass spoke up from behind Tim.

Jason turned, a stern, cold glare on his face, “No.”

Alfred reached up and tugged on Jason’s ear for a moment before continuing to stir, turning to face the other kids, “It’s a tradition. Best to keep to it.”

That night, they all sat at the dinner table. Alfred set down the cake in front of Jason, who sat at the head of the table with everyone around him.

Damian was the first to notice the writing, “What is this?”

Everyone leaned a little closer. Surrounded by burning candles, in neatly scrawled white icing in cursive font read, “Happy Birthday Jason!"

Then below it, in thick, sloppy, capital letters, read "+ ALFRED"

Everyone’s confused except Dick and Bruce.

“Why is Alfred’s name on the cake?”

“Because it’s his birthday, too? I don’t see what the big fuss is.”

After everything is explained and cake is handed out, there comes to be a mutual, unspoken understanding.

Alfred had lost his reason to celebrate his birthday. Now, after all these years, he had it back.