Stained Red to the Bone

redstainedhood:

-tt-: redstainedhood replied to your post: “Damiannnn~” Jason called lazily…

do-not-patronize-me:

redstainedhood replied to your post: “Damiannnn~” Jason called lazily from the living room sofa as he waved a can on soda in the air, “I need another drink.”

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Jason seemed to ignore his snarky comment as he checked the bottom of the can with a concentrated look. 

“Hmmm, the structure of the can does not seem to be disturbed…” Then as if a lightbulb turned on Jason propped the can up in his hand so the opening faced Damian and popped the top off sending the liquid shooting towards Damian, Jason with a shit-eating grin, “Well what do you know, it really isn’t that hard.”

do-not-patronize-me:

redstainedhood replied to your post: “Damiannnn~” Jason called lazily from the living room sofa as he waved a can on soda in the air, “I need another drink.”

“But you’re already in the kitchen, it would be more logical for you to get it for me,” Jason dragged on with a pained moan, “I’m…

Jason blinked in surprise as Damian handed him the soda. Which was extremely strange, cause this was about the time he would go into a bitch-fit. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion but quickly hit it with a wide smile. 
“Thanks Wifey, I knew you’d eventually give in to your natural role,” He chirped as he struggled to open the can. He picked at the lid cap but pretended to be inept in the art of opening a can of soda.

“Fuck.” 

redstainedhood:

theflyinggrayson:

redstainedhood:

“Well, if this isn’t an invitation. I don’t know what is,” Jason commented lightly with a smug grin.

Dick quirks a brow, shooting the rouge vigilante a quizzical look. “Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” He shrugged…

There was a pause before a different grin stretched across Jason’s face, much more malicious than before. He was pretty sure it looked just as fucking creepy as it felt on his face.

“So this is about Tim,” He stressed as he stroked his chin mockingly, “Shit just got serious, man. One would think you were jealous. Because he and I had a real close talk about your…habits. His ass, by the way. Fuck. Has gotten bigger, but I’m sure you noticed wayyyy before I do.”

redstainedhood:

Hacking The Mask: Back up there, chuckles

redstainedhood:

//Jason smirked as Tim peeled his arm away but did not feel any offense to this action. He loved making the kid uncomfortable whenever they met. Sometimes, actually most of the time, the kid seemed to have a…

“Why yes, yes I would like to see him swinging his fairy-self all around the Gotham. and if we’re lucky, he’ll forget to put on clothes. Cause I know you’d love the sight,” Jason snidely remarked as he wiggled his eyebrows in suggestion. All the vigilantes had mounds of citations and violations trailing them, but public nudity was one none of them had yet received. It’s not like people could ID them by their dicks. Maybe.

“And come on, I know you’d want Dick practically dry humping you. Or would you rather have it be Super-baby all up on you?” He jested loudly with a bark of laughter, “Your face is so fucking adorable, kid.”

His cherry face was definitely a welcome sight. And Jason would do everything he could to make it last.

“People say that huh. I always thought you swung for the other team but looks like you like you bang your teammates instead. I guess they would like it with the extra cushin’ for a pushin’,” Jason said as he grasped at the air in front of his hips with a lude thrust of his hips feeling absolutely no regard for who saw. He didn’t have a reputation to hold up, unlike the birdy in front of him.

All the while on the inside he curled up a little on the inside at the thought of Alfred running after him with his passive-aggressive demeanor for mocking his cooking.

redstainedhood:

//Jason smirked as Tim peeled his arm away but did not feel any offense to this action. He loved making the kid uncomfortable whenever they met. Sometimes, actually most of the time, the kid seemed to have a pole up his ass that matched Batsy. And had a motor mouth that matched…

Viagra…the cure to all man’s problems. And on that note, I think I’m going to sneak some into Dicky’s fruity cocktail.

//Jason’s smirk grew to an impossible size as he pondered the multiple scenarios. All of which ended with Dicky’s ultimate humiliation. With a small chuckle he began walking backwards towards the entrance of the coffee shop.//

And on that note, as the superior detective. I deduce that you, need to hold off on the buttermilk biscuits.

Your ass is actually starting to look like an ass. A woman’s ass.

redstainedhood:

redrobinyuum:

redstainedhood:

redrobinyuum:

redstainedhood and thebestrobin started following you

Yay. Happy birthday to me.

Don’t get too excited poindexter.

Though I do see how you would be so happy to see me.

You’re so modest, Jason. Truly a…

//Jason smirked as Tim peeled his arm away but did not feel any offense to this action. He loved making the kid uncomfortable whenever they met. Sometimes, actually most of the time, the kid seemed to have a pole up his ass that matched Batsy. And had a motor mouth that matched Dicky. But Tim was also the one who took his jokes and vulgarity with a stride. Who knew.

A bark of laughter almost escaped him at Tim’s choice of words.//

Swindled, huh. Did they get you shit-faced drunk too? And don’t give me that crap about age restrictions. 

And if Alfred planned it, I could swing by. I’m fucking addicted to his food, and I think I’m going into withdrawals. 

//Jason held up his trembling hand with flourish//

See. I think his secret is crack.