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it’s mary monday! this week it’s brought to you by bloodbat ⏾⋆.˚

[sirtaliesin]

Summer Gold

Day 15, Prompt - Semi-Public Sex & Sex Pollen.

Pairing: Jason Blood/Bruce Wayne

Neither the Batsuit nor the Batmobile were designed with this situation in mind.

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Sex Pollen, Car Sex, Clothed Sex, Coming in Pants.

Crossposted to Ao3 Here.

Summer Gold

The fine, glittering sheen sticks to Jason’s skin, caught in his hair and in the back of his throat. Tingeing the cool, cycled air of the Batmobile with honeyed sweetness that shares easily. The close confines aren’t the most comfortable environment, but it’s better than the damn alley. Far better, in Jason’s opinion, and Bruce can’t find it in himself to argue otherwise. Not with Jason warm and enthusiastic in his lap, despite the awkward press of that position.

The suit isn’t really designed for this. Wasn’t designed with any sort of quick gratification in mind, and in the moment Bruce does lament that just slightly. With Jason’s muscular thighs pressed close at his hips and the inability to really appreciate that. He can at least appreciate the solid weight of the man as he rocks against Bruce. Of bruising kisses and sharp teeth against what little of his throat Jason can reach with the cowl pushed back.

Jason tastes of sweet violets and honey, smells like summer heat and clover and sex, and the insistent roll of his hips is as distracting as the low sound vibrating in his chest. It’s that pale gold that glistens in his hair and runs in glittering rivulets down his neck. Jason had said as much and Bruce would have known even if he hadn’t said a word. This hadn’t come from a greenhouse, wasn’t something Bruce had a ready antidote to or tolerance for. Wasn’t something he was all that concerned about either.

Bruce watches a trail of pale gold track its way down towards the open collar of Jason’s button down and leans up to drag his tongue against it. The sound Jason makes goes straight to his cock. That soft, feather light gasp catches and morphs into a pleased sigh.

Jason rocks against him with a little more urgency, lip curling in mild frustration at the lack of bare skin. Another soft sigh slips from him as Bruce mumbles something against his throat. Something about moving up a little, so that he can reach. The strong hands on his arse punctuate the request, turning it almost into a command as Bruce grips and pulls Jason closer. Lifts him up so that he has to bow over Bruce to not hit his head on the roof of the ridiculous car.

The firm grip on his arse doesn’t relent, one hand still kneading at him even as he’s allowed to rest back on Bruce’s thighs. Whatever he’d done hadn’t exposed any further skin, but Bruce rocks against him anyway. Grinding up to match Jason’s urgent pace. Gauntlets rough through his shirt and his slacks where Bruce grips him and doesn’t let him go far.

Jason growls low in his throat and crushes his mouth to Bruce’s again. Hands buried in the man’s hair and holding his head back against the seat while he grinds down. The gold shimmer that glosses his senses burns sweet in his veins, mingling with sweat and musk, and it sinks low. Humming under his skin with the need to touch, to be touched, to let himself feel everything, to share that with the man under him if only for a moment.

Bruce makes a helpless noise in the back of his throat, sucking on Jason’s tongue as the tension pools low in his belly. Toes curling in his boots as Jason pulls back and bites at his mouth. As he rides out the heat in his veins and drags Bruce along with him.

Jason grunts and stills, a fine tremor running through his tensed thighs as he pants over Bruce. Curled over him still with the faint pale sheen of gold still clinging in his sweat damp hair, glistening on his skin. He looks utterly wild and Bruce swallows a groan as he comes with Jason’s weight settled firm over his hips. Jason looks at him with a lopsided smile and presses a softer kiss to the corner of his mouth before carefully manoeuvring himself back into the passenger side.

Dropping into his own seat again in a languid sprawl that seems unfair in the circumstances. Bruce look across at him, dishevelled and rakish, and swallows hard. Pulling his cowl to rights doesn’t hide the flush in his face, his bruised and bitten lips, or the smears of pale gold across his jaw. He does it anyway to give himself a moment to breathe. Tries to ignore the thick smell of floral honey sweetness, summer heat, and sex that don’t cycle out quickly at all.

“Bruce?” Jason licks his teeth and shifts in his seat. Subtly rearranging himself in his sticky trousers, seemingly without any shame at all.

“Hm.” Bruce keeps his eyes on the road as he accelerates away from the alley.

“Mine’s the other way.” Jason says, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Mm.”

Jason laughs silently through his nose and tugs open another button below his collar. At this point, the cave and Wayne manor were closer. The urgency was gone, dissipated from his blood already, but they’d both been denied the ability to really touch. That the enchantment was mostly spent meant little.

“Yours it is.” Jason says, noting the hint of a smile that tugs at Bruce’s lips.

No, it doesn’t matter that the enchantment is mostly spent. It’ll have enough of a charge left to be worth it by the time they have room to appreciate it. Though, there is something deeply gratifying in knowing he’s still flexible enough to manage as he had. And the low growl of the engine makes his skin buzz.

Sticky clothing and kevlar sit in a heap Bruce won’t explain in the morning, and the sheets glisten with fine gold powder that’s long lost any effect. It still smells of sweet violets and honey, and Jason isn’t in any hurry to wash it from his hair in the early morning light. Not when Bruce is still sleepily trailing his fingers through it.

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Did I just...YEP! The Exorcists are Warrior cats😼 Adam - 1st leader Lute - current leader Tempyst - current deputy Spectre - senior warrior (1st-in-line for deputy successor) Mare - warrior Kira - warrior (BARELY more than an apprentice) Cynthia - exiled medicine cat Bloodbat - exiled warrior

[ikrutt]

Tzu and Felbane from Pirates of Wefrivain by @alhilton. Just finished the The Cormorant and had to doodle the proud egg parents partners.

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Things I have done: written a 75 page pre-BTAS Jason Blood/Bruce Wayne fic AND drew myself a comic cover for it

Reasons to read it:

20-something Bruce pining desperately over the first other goth he meets, especially upon discovering that this other goth is essentially bulletproof

Jason Blood hates grading papers and loves quietly saying horrible sarcastic things

very bad pizza

20-something Bruce does not understand why his fiance left him and his college boyfriend also left him

I mean. An explanation for why Bruce canonically buys Jason a million dollar cattle prod and why his response to Tim asking if Jason is his friend is a smirking, self-satisfied “you don’t know the half of it”

(Also let’s be really clear the tone of the fic definitely leans more towards this:

than the cover but like. Whatever. There’s some demons and swords and shit in there too. And plenty of good old fashioned roof lurking.)

May I present (link in the notes:)

[ask-young-rogues-au]

Submitted by @the--sparrow​

Young Rouges of my own making, Which you are free to use.

Things to know Puzzle doesn’t like killing people, he makes deathtraps, but always with a way out. His Boyfriend is Terror. He has this wonderful Mentor-Student Relationship with Ed, and is always up for a riddle. He finds Clue to be sweet, even to nauseating degree, but he’s fine with her. The only thing his wondering around her is why is she bunny themed. He also has high functioning autism, ADHD, and Minor Anxiety. Real name is Jack Damfino-Vance, and He’s 6'2

Terror is a prankster, always spooking everyone with his teleportation, which is like Nightcrawlers from X-Men(Smoke Cloud and a Noise similar to Bomf). He finds phobia’s fascinating, especially the rare ones. He’s the brawn to Puzzle’s Brain. Real Name is Karl Brunt, and he’s 6’

Treble is mute, he loves music. at this point Music Meister has unofficially adopted him. The way that kinetic aura works is, the more he moves the stronger it gets and thus the harder it hits. he can even share it with others if his built it up enough. Real name is Harris Harper.

BloodBat is a Human Red Lantern, under the construct of a man bat, he’s a redhead, with hazel eyes, a goatee, and a lanky body. His real name is Alowishus Hawk-Jones, and he’s 6'6. BloodBat is 8'4, and wields a battle axe. BloodBat is a berserker, but he’s not Rage Blind, his knowledge on how to use his ring is unparalleled. When in BloodBat form, Al has the physical attributes of ballistic gel, he can get shot and cut and all he’ll get is annoyed. He calls Croc, Cousin Waylon, not to be condescending or annoying to Waylon but to remind the big lug that he’s human, and that he has family that cares about him. Alowishus is a very good friend of most of the rouges and usually tries to brighten their days when they’re in Arkham(Bring Vic the latest report on Nora, Asking Harvey who won today, Giving Ed a New crossword book everyday, Etc). BloodBat also doesn’t like the dirty or bad cops of GCPD and will hospitalize them. He will even fight Batman, if he messes with Waylon, Grace, or Victor. 

//Wait hang on these own//

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A spaceship named"bloodbat"I designed by Dancheng YE https://www.artstation.com/artwork/9eD6ra