#dreadofred

[dementedspeedster]

Jason Todd in "cherry soda"

Selectively Accepting || (Okay to reblog!) || Color Palette Meme @dreadofred

Here you go, Sev! A bit of a scarred up Jason in cigarette smoke and "Cherry Soda!"

[goldentemplariumcrow]

"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so."

@dreadofred

His shoulders shook at Red Hood's words about saying he wanted to stop, because he hadn't spoken a single word in all the time they'd known each other, not even when he got hurt in a fight and it hurt like hell. And he knew what his companion meant, but it still didn't change the fact that it was funny.

No, he didn't need or want to say a single thing.

It felt good to have Hood's solid frame against his own and feel him press on all the right places while trying to find and give relief at the same time. Those big hands, full of calluses and rough from all his nightly activities felt more like a soothing balm to Corvus than actual threats or even an unwanted invasion to his space. And his full lips kissing his tasted sweet to the black bird, just like his tongue and how eager Hood was to have it wrap and push into his mouth.

Why would he want any of that to stop?

'Feeling like quitting me?' Corvus tugged on those dark locks of Hood's head, lightly pulling them back just so he could kiss his Adam's Pome and mark a trail of other small kisses to his jawline and all the way to his ear; he nipped on Hood's earlobe only to add more to that.

Should Corvus have warned that he had an effect very similar to that of a drug? Probably. Was he ever going to apologize for forgetting to do it? No. Hood enjoyed himself in his presence and so did the black bird, so there was nothing to be sorry for.

To complete his response to his beau, Corvus rolled his hips on the man's, then swayed back and forth to have him press on his crotch to feel the slow rising of his arousal.

[blckfckinmsk-archive]

[Text] :: You’re the only person I don’t get tired of

Mr. Red sent that about a prior complaint Roman had texted while they were apart. He was just now seeing it as that suit was unbuttoned in the middle while he took a seat in the front passenger side of the SUV.  The men had suggested being in the back in case they were attacked, but Mr. Red waved them off, not seeing the point and wanting to be aware. 

He knew that it was annoying to be separated, adding to the agitation that Roman already felt at having to entertain people who he considered ‘boring’, which seemed to be a number increasing by the day. It was dangerous, but perhaps what was best for them both as they slowly crawled through the underground, taking it over bite by bite. 

[Text] :: I am on my way back now. E.T.A. twenty if traffic behaves. Think you can keep up the front until I return? Be my good boy?

[Unsent Text] : Ever? [Text] : I miss you.

There was a certain level on insecurity Roman couldn't help but feel when they apart. Or perhaps the company he's forced to keep at the moment was putting him in a particular mood. But there's some important heads at the club tonight he had to keep happy to avoid any bad run ins. Things were going pretty smoothly these days, and he didn't want to ruin that with unnecessary wars.

[Text] : I'll behave, but you better get here soon. The more these assholes drink the louder they get. My ear is LITERALLY being talked off. 😩 [Text] : I don't deserve this suffering.

[yoursdndispatcher]

dreadofred asked: “We really shouldn’t have done that.” ☠

@dreadofred

The words hit Robert like a slap, but as he lay there- dazed and spent- staring at the ceiling- he was inclined to agree. "No one has to know," he concluded. He turned on his side to look at Jason at last. Not like they had anyone to tell, and who would even care? He had a feeling it would make the otherwise enigmatic man feel a little better.

[therebetterbepie]

「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘」 — to send the receiver a nude in a steamy mirror, blocking a clear visual of the body

[ jason not freddy ]:

dude... that's uh...wow. i'm guessing you're not sending this as a bite update. that steam is doing a lot of heavy lifting that i really kinda wish it wasn't... fuck. you did mean to send this to me...right?

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

@dreadofred

[1mpulsee]

❝ ARE YALL SERIOUSLY ALREADY MAKING BETS ??? ❞

❝ at least bet on me winning . this is literally a coughing baby versus nuclear bomb type fight . ❞

[identitysolved-a]

🙶 my  money's  on  bart.  🙷

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@dreadofred closed starter

It's Robin's weekend at Titans Tower, his team mates out and about in other areas or going for a 'quick jog' around the place. Robin, Tim Drake, has been thoroughly grounded. You'd think after surviving the mess that was that massive gang war right after Bruce broke his back and then everything with Azrael, Tim would be trusted with some messy rumours pertaining to the small time gangs. But nooooooooooo. Bruce chose now to get all overprotective and all but sent Tim away. Locked him in a tower like some damsel.

The audacity. The unmitigated gall.

Tim had operated practically alone for a solid chunk of his early Robin career and had been just fine. Had several close calls, but he'd been fine. Yet here he was, forced to promise he wouldn't leave the tower until it was time to come back home, pacing the chill out area because he had nothing else to do. Wasn't like he had a prior engagement later this week or anything that he'd really rather not have here. But whatever. If he's stuck here, then he's stuck here and he'll have to pull some crap to keep his friends from finding out because they were already far closer than he typically let people get. They had a way of sneaking past all of his walls.

He was somewhere through his second binge of some trashy reality tv show when the lights flicker. And then the power goes out which... shouldn't be possible. So he carefully wanders around, silent, stalking, when he catches a scent in the air.

There's someone else here.

Another wolf.

He doesn't stop his lips from peeling back into a quiet snarl; there's no one here to see his less than human habits, and he starts listening out for the intruder. He needs to find them and kick them out. Or figure out where their pack was and send them back with a warning.