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Fingers wrapped around that smaller waist to pin him down as that mouth above, devoured. Clothed leg slid between the speedster's, a moan virating up that thicker throat at the control as they made out on his couch.

Accepting || Give my Muse a kiss on Anon, but leave them hints as to who it was from!

Guess: @dreadofred

With hands at his waist, Thad's own hands had snaked over the other's larger shoulders and clenched tightly around the fabric that made up the back of his partner's shirt. He gripped at that thin fabric like his life depended upon on it as he kissed him back, giving as good as he got as the two of them made out on the couch.

The leg that pressed between his own, the vibration that buzzed against his lips, it was all good. So good that he didn't want to break away from him, but he had to because of this one pesky little thing called breathing.

Thad needed to catch his breath, though what he wanted more was to keep kissing him, but still the speedster despite his own wants breaks away from the kiss for a moment; a slight, but very perceptible vibration runs through his body as he couldn't contain his excitement.

“Well fuck, Jason.” Thad can’t help the bubble of laughter that surrounds those three words and short bursts of panting, "You really know how to give a guy what he wants."

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since when?

"Since this started to get out of hand. This isn't your average hack and run job. People might get killed. You, might get killed."

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[ TXT ] so. your birthday. hope nothing dreadful happens. / from alexis

[ crazy clown bitch ] Careful, Lexi. That sounds awfully close to a sincere well wish after my well being.

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(Thad's feeling silly and wants to be a menace) "Jason. On a scale of one to ten how annoyed would you be if I just bit you? Like right now."

"Six, but we can make it three if you have the actual balls to do it. I might even be impressed." Jason's posture changed, making it clear he was getting ready to put up a playful fight for it.

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Got a little comic pilled cause adhd bad tonight! I can only hyper focus on one thing. Will return tomorrow to fill more of this guys queue and release soon!

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"Happy Birthday"

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If only Harley could see the way his brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at her for a moment before twisting under the mask. Jason was silent for a good few moments, unsure what the fuck to say to that. Was it creepy or nice that she knew when it was? Hell, half the time he forgot.

There was a quick mixture of emotions in him, before the dominate one took hold. "Existing is shit." Yet he was too stubborn to change that. "But thanks."

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Happy Birthday to my baby Jason Todd !!

i'm out of town so i'm sharing a page of an upcoming comic ! :3

comics masterpost

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“Vulnerability is so hard. If I told you anything sappy know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression.”

"You could have just blamed it on alcohol like a normal person." The mechanical warped voice retorted. "Guess being a therapist to all the loonies doesn't really give you a chance for your own crazy to be heard, huh?" Red hood paused and crouched down into his infamous gargyole stance. "Alright Harley, tell me something vunerable. No bullshit."

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“Wait, wait, wait. Sidetracking from the kink talk, you like the smell of new books that much?” Thad asks with a grin, “What kind of books do you enjoy?” @dementedspeedster

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Of course Thad would latch onto that little slip of a tid bit. It was not weird, paper had a certain scent to it and some people even had candles for that shit. Blue eyes narrowed a bit at the speedster, then relaxed. Not like Thad could pick on him for enjoying a good read.

"Historical novels, fantasy politics and kingdoms at war, stories with reluctant or unexpected heroes."

His stare remained as Jason resisted the rant that was bubbling up about a current book he was reading. "Books are more affordable then a computer. And portable." 

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[ FABRIC ] for jason to realize dean is bleeding after getting through a fight.  @therebetterbepie

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Putting a shapeshifter down was not easy task and Jason was panting despite his increase in strength over the past two weeks. No chances were taken as the silver laced blade was shoved with a hard push between the rib cage into that heart.

That was when he heard a groan and turned to hear the sound of Dean shooting another, standing over the body to make sure the creature was dead. Jason rose to his feet, and moved to meet Dean. The fight had been a long, drawn out one, both covered in their own blood from punches to the face, busted lips and their attempts to slow the shifters down prior.

The smell hit him before he saw Dean's arm shift and expose the fabric of his jacket torn. The potent scent was different from those who were dead. "We look like shit." He started, about to ask Dean how bad it was.

“I’m covered in blood for sexy reasons. Also I just got stabbed.”

"Real sexy the way you were getting your ass beat for a good five minutes back there. Call me an oven." Snarkily said before those hands were reaching to the other's side. "How bad is it? Am I going to have to carry you again?"

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[ DRAG ]: sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight. @littlesovietpuppet

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He had him.

He fucking had him!

And now the piece of shit would know what it felt like to be beaten within an inch of his life. It wasn't enough, Jason wanted to keep his promise and kill the asshole. Another to tik off his 'list', but he was yanked off the man; an impressive feat considering his towering height and size.

"No! It's not over!"

As that metal arm curled around his ribcage, a glovd hand reached for the gun at his thigh, pulling it out of the sleeve to aim at the man on the ground.

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“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.” (claire)

"Yeah, a real fucking terror."  Arms crossed as he leaned against the frame. "Big words from someone who is carry on size." 

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nice outfit.

Jason paused for a moment to look down at his own attire. A stolen maroon bomber jacket, dark grey jeans he had forever but never wore, and a clean white t-shirt.

Did he… intentionally try to look nice? For Thad?

Shit.

"Don't get used to it." Grumbled though a small smirk worked on that mouth.