Added Dc To My Master List.mainly For Jason

added dc to my master list….mainly for jason

“what the does ‘hawk tuah’ mean?” yuuji asks, face somewhat scrunched up but soft.

you look to him, eyebrow raised and face straight. you were surprised, knowing how yuuji is and how hot he runs. he was a gooner for you, to say the least. yet, he doesnt know shat that means? you know hes a little slow, but not THAT slow.

you tilt his chin and softly press your thumb on his lips, him granting access and you spit in his mouth.

“thats what it means.” you softly say, letting him go and going back to scrolling on your phone. you paid it no mind, occasionally yuuji would just randomly spit in your mouth so it shouldnt bother him.

aha, youre funny. since he just stares at you with a broken mind and a rock solid cock and his thighs clench up.

a yearning

DC fans always say male Batfam members have a thing for male kryptonians because of Superbat and Timkon and i agree 100%,so real so true,but i raise you,this is their taste in women:

The Batboys love them some black queens🤲🏼Even Damian would've gotten in on it if it weren't for the N52 aka the racialized misogyny reboot

thinking about kenji coming home to you after he lost a game. he doesn’t even want to come home; he’s so embarrassed, that he lost infront of you—you, who took a cab personally to see him play, and you, who’s probably waiting for him back at home right now. he doesn’t want to think about what else he could’ve done, because he knows he’ll just blame himself, not his strategy. he should’ve been better. he’s ken sato! he’s supposed to be the greatest living player! he’s ken sato.

what is he if he’s not the greatest living player?

when he does come home, he gets an answer. instead of cringing at his state, you smile and you kiss his cheek. “i prepared an ice bath for you.” you prepared an icebath for him? you chose to go through the work? you wanted to? kenji’s confused. you only pat his cheek and push him gently to the direction of the bath tub. he notices, then, when he walks inside of the bathroom that you decided to go through the work for a reason. candles are lit next to the tub; his favorite scent, too. you know him so well. he doesn’t even notice you’re behind him, but he does once you tap his shoulder and gently pry off his shirt. ken isn’t in the mood, and he tells you that, and you look almost offended.

“i don’t want to fuck, ken.” you say, simply, “i want to help you get into the bathtub. you must be sore. come on, shimmy out of your clothes or something already.” you chide, and kenji cracks up, but he lets you take off his clothes and get him into the bathtub. he could’ve done it himself, he would’ve—but he just wanted to have this moment. you take care of him in ways that no one else can.

“i lost the game.” he whispers. “you did.” you reply, “so what?” you continue, sitting on the closed toilet seat; you didn’t want to leave him alone today, it seems. “so what?” he repeats, astounded. you did have a knack for being concerningly nonchalant, but now kenji feels like he’s overreacting with all his moping. “yeah, so what? you’re still a fantastic baseball player.” you make things seem so simple, and it makes him feel so dumb sometimes. your eyes soften. “what i mean is, you’re still a fantastic base ball player—one bad game, or even twenty in a row— won’t change that. you’re still commendable, and you’re also still my precious baby, ken.” you add the last part teasingly, but that doesn’t change the effect it has on him.

kenji beams. he was right on one thing, you made things so simple, but he didn’t feel dumb anymore. he felt lighter now. so much lighter. infact, he couldn’t wait for his next game. he couldn’t wait to see you in the stands, either. he felt blessed, to have someone who he knew would cheer for him; win or lose.

yes, he supposes he did have his answer. what is ken sato but the greatest living baseball player? easy. he’s your ken sato. he’s yours.

💋 kisses, v <3

changed my pseudonym 😈