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[my whole dash is like “enemies with benefits!” right now and petra is like “yeah it would be a shame if a really big eliksni lady pinned me to the ground with a knife through my hand after a long struggle or vice versa and then we had really rough but conse-” and i’m just... puts my face in my hands]

Question for Keith! How long is your heat cycle usually?

' ' Huh? Who told you about that? That's incredibly private information! ' '

@palidinus cont. from [here]

Keith purred contentedly, wrapping his arms around Shiro's shoulders and pulling him into a longing, desperate kiss. This moment needed to last forever. Keith felt as if it was necessary for life itself that this moment last.

His breath still came in ragged gasps and sighs, his body still reacting with overwhelming want and need for Shiro.

"Takashi," he whispered, rocking his hips upward slowly, methodically. "Stay here with me all day~?"

A flush of red rushed into Keith's cheeks. "I mean-- I wouldn't say no~" His mind wandered, face only heating up more.

"Not gonna lie, I often fantasized about you when I was still in the Garrison..." He trailed off, leaning into the touch. Every touch from Shiro sent shockwaves through him. The room was heating up exponentially. "I mean, who could blame me?"

Keith pressed closer, needing to be near Shiro. The room was spinning in the best way, nothing but Shiro's scent filling his senses.

oh no...

"You should share more of that with me." Shiro's hand wandered to Keith's front and fell at his hip, squeezing it encouragingly. "More often, y'know? I know it's probably new to you, but... I like hearing about it."

@palidinus ;;

Keith squirmed in his seat subtly, friction seeking. "We're both lucky," he whispered in return, voice low and almost rasping. "You. Me. Somewhere alone after this." His posture shifted, back straightening as his hips rocked forward slightly. More friction seeking.

[SMS] oh the things i'd do...i wanna ride u all night baby [SMS] [image] [SMS] you, me, my pod?

A chill ran up Keith's spine, his eyes locking onto Shiro's. Their pupils dilated to the point of nearly covering his irises. "You don't have to ask me twice, te'em."

Keith took Takashi's free hand in his, thankful for the chill of the metal. "Your pod or mine?"

keith, what do you fantasize about when you're alone

"Depends on the day, really... I'll be real, sometimes it's Shiro, sometimes it's James, occasionally Lance. There was this one time I was super desperate and considered Kolivan— !! wait a second why am I telling you all this?!" Keith crossed his arms over their chest and pressed their lips together tightly as if that would stop them from blabbing more.

Keith! How big the D?

Keith stammered, almost choking on his water. "I don't really -- I mean it's -- let's go with, my partners are very satisfied and just move on to the next question, shall we?!"

Keith wrapped his arms a bit tighter around Shiro's shoulders, a low purr emanating from somewhere deep his chest. They squirmed in Shiro's arms, anxious and wanting.

"Oh trust me, I'm sure you can get me making all kind of sounds, puppy~"

[sms] i had a lot of fun last night handsome ;-)

[sms] we should do that again sometime!

[sms] so did I ;) [sms] time and place, puppy, time and place. [sms] I'm free most weekends and after 9 every weekday. [sms] to tide you over ;) [sms] (image of Keith's legs partly submerged in bubble filled water)

cOUGH

So uh my cool friend @jellzu told me to post this bunny shibari tim i doodled for them.

so.

Yeah. :’D

nagito under the despair disease ૮Ꮚ >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ ! he's all sweet and compliant to your every wish, all shaky at your touches. when you ask him if he wants you, he says "no! gross, i would rather die than be touched by you." and it hurts for a minute, but he really means that he would rather die than live without your touch! <3 and while you're pulling him towards you, he's telling you to stop, and to let him go!! but he's letting out the sweetest sounds and clinging on to you so tight that you couldn't let him go even if you tried.

So I know in 'Congratulations it's Triplets' Jason isn't really the father of the kids, but what if he was? What if when the three were de-aged (the de-aging happened during a challenge fight, right?) they reverted to cores instead of toddlers and Jazz offered to carry them and Jason DNA gets picked up by the cores from the one night stand?

Mostly I was wondering, how would Jason react to a pregnant Jazz or newborn triplets?

Jason sees her only a month after the Pit Rage is finally at a manageable stage. It's in the most mundane of places, the local grocery store that people go to because it is closer and not because of the cheaper prices or fantastic selection.

She's pushing a cart, face thoughtful as she looks over the bakery section with a critical eye. She's not wearing anything that's genuinely eye-catching- she's bundled up in a light black jacket and grey sweatpants, her hair done up in a messy bun.

There isn't a touch of make-up on her face, but she is naturally pretty, not beautiful, just pretty. Comfortable. Sweet. One that can have a man falling if they take a second or third glance at it.

She looks better than the last time he saw her. Back then, she seemed stressed out, with a certain heaviness to her shoulders, even though she smiled widely and freely. They met at a bar- the kind that had books for people to read in a cozy corner but was still loud by drunken laughter, music, and pool tables- Jason had walked right up to her to start a conversation.

The woman had aqua-blue eyes and auburn hair. He noticed her gorgeous hair first, reaching her waist in a lovely waterfall of well-kept locks.

He made it clear that he wasn't particularly interested in conversation. He wanted to do something to calm the endless restlessness that had clung to his mind since the Pits. He wanted a warm body where he could lose himself for a few blissful hours.

She hadn't seem to mind.

She only smiled, allowing a stranger to return to her hotel.

She had not been angry at him when he made it clear he did not want to talk., did not want to stay for breakfast, and had practically walked right out only minutes after their roll in the sheets.

"My name is Jasmin Fenton, but I go by Jazz. " She told him at the door, wrapped in a bed sheet. She handed him a phone number but he didn't take it, and she didn't push.

Jason had been busy thinking about the latest drug dealers on Fourth Street- the ones that got a kid of thirteen to OD- and the Pit's screams, while muffled from their activity, still raged for blood.

"Peter," He remembers snapping at her, causing a frown on her face for the first time. He is not angry at her, but he can feel his temper rising just by the thought of those scumbags. His voice was tense when he pushed out. "Peter Todd"

"Nice to meet you, Peter." For a moment, Jazz seems to hesitate before she ventures. "Will I be seeing you again?"

"No."

She nodded. "Alright. Have a good life than Peter."

Jason had left her, not bothering to look back when she closed the door. He did not think of her until a few months later when he saw someone with a similar shade of hair as her- a man this time- and he winced at his temper, making his departure a messy one.

But past the cringe of the terrible manners, he did not think of Jasmin Fenton and has not see her since.

Until now, eight months after their one-night stand, he stands frozen in the chip aisle watching Jazz pick up three different boxes of brownie mixes.

It's like a kick to the chest. The Pit Madness had overshadowed his rational thoughts back then, but here now- with it all but gone only appearing at his actual rage- can he feel this strange desperate longing in his chest at the sight of her.

Longing for what? Jason isn't sure. It's not like he got to know her that well that night- but he remembered she had been reading A Christmas Carol with a fond smile at the bar. She had a bath bomb-making kit set up in her hotel room.

She had noticed his panic when she got on her back and had easily switched their positions, carefully allowing him to breathe and whisper reassurances as if though she knew of Jason's trauma.

She had been kind. She had been a bit inexperienced, but she hadn't been afraid.

Jasmin Fenton is a lot like freshly fallen snow in Gotham; Jason realizes then, not entirely pure for nothing in this city was, but calming and almost memorizing that one forgot the ugly of the city.

She's also heavily pregnant.

"Do you know her?" Tim speaks at his elbow, forcing the world back into hyper-focus. Jason had nearly forgotten where he was.

"What?"

"That woman." Tim tilts his chin towards the bakery aisle in a way that would have been missed by everyone who didn't have Bat training. "You've been staring for a while."

"No," Jason replies, tasting ash in his mouth. "I don't know her personally. Just in passing."

Tim's eyes narrow, his intelligent mind running through files and files of information. Jason can see it in his eyes, how he categorizes his reactions, and how he takes in everything of Jasmin and eventually lands on an answer. Unsurprisingly, he is right. "Ah, an old lover. One night stand?"

"One-night stand," Jason confirms, but his chest feels like it's sinking, and he wonders at his desperation. They were nothing, are nothing, so why is he so sad?

Tim opens his mouth to say something before someone calls.

"Peter?" It's Jasmin. She's spotted him, three boxes of brownie mix in her cart, and she is walking towards him with an easy smile. She stops right before him, and Jason can only stare. "What a surprise to see you again. How have you been?"

"Good. You?" He hears himself say, unsure of what this growing longing is for but unable to force himself to move and do something about it.

She laughs, carefree, unaware of his turmoil. She places a hand over her swollen belly, all but glowing in a way new mothers can. "These little ones always keep me craving chocolate, but otherwise, I'm good."

"These little ones?" Why is she speaking in plural?

"Yeah, I'm having triplets." She tells him. "One more month, and I've my little Danny, Dan, and Danielle with me."

Unfortunately, those are similar names, but Jason can't tell her that. Instead offers her a smile that he knows is sort of lacking because it feels like he's drowning again. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," She says, pushing her cart a few steps. "Have a good life than Peter."

Jazz repeats the exact words, and like last time, he watches her leave without trying to call her back. She doesn't turn around, disappearing into the store.

"Are you sure it was just a one-night stand?" Tim speaks up gently. He looked at Jason with genuine concern as if he feared hurting him. And Jason shakes his head, trying to forget a woman he has never known.

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, she seems happy now that her kids are on the way."

"Yeah, about that.....how long ago was this one-night-stand?"

Jason blinks over at Tim, confused by the turn about. "Eight months ago. Why?"

Tim bites his lip, appearing nervous, before blurting out what he obviously wants the answer to. He gets sometimes, angsty when a mystery is presented to him and he just has to figure it out. "So around the time she got pregnant? Are you the father?"

Jason slams into a display of cans, mind whirling as he tumbles. Tim shouts his name in worry, leaning down to help him. People all turn to stare, an employee is making a face, but Jason can barely see his surroundings.

Are you the father? He plays repeatedly in his head, and Jason hopes; god, does he hope.

Am I the father?

He needs to find Jasmin Fenton again, hopefully before the babies arrive.