thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

16 hours of rigorous practice and this is all I have to show.

I am pretty please.

I knew my big thighs would come in handy someday.

 

…calling yourself fat, Wilkes?

Because you don’t look like it.

I admit to having rather large and muscular thighs.

But I don’t consider myself fat.

This other stupid, arrogant Damian thinks I am though.

I think you look quite nice. If you are fat, then perhaps most of us are. 

Your thighs seem to be helping you greatly with your hobby anyways. I do enjoy a bit of pole dancing myself but I’ve taken to belly dancing.

Perhaps you should try a lesson with me. 

Thank you. :)

They actually come in handy quite often, believe it or not. A pair of strong legs is always good.

I do some belly dancing too. Damian was supposed to teach me some…but I think that will lead to other things and I won’t learn a damn thing. I think and Billy were supposed try it or something, but I completely blanked on that and I haven’t talk to him in a while.

So I think a lesson would with you would be nice. :3

I can imagine how having a bird teach you might lead to several things. You won’t be able to leave the nest the moment you stop to stare. Most of them do that. It really would be rather nice to have company when dancing. 

I’ll have to work up a good lesson though. Can’t have you accidentally hurt yourself or push yourself too hard on my watch, can I? Belly dancing is suppose to be a rather relaxing but fun experience. 

I hope you have some …clothes to wear?

You know how cats are with birds. Haha. I like distractions sometimes, but when I’m trying to work its a no go. I don’t even like working out in the same room as him unless we’re combat training. :/

I know a little bit of belly dancing. And don’t worry about me over working myself. I think if I can work that stripper pole, I can belly dance. I know my limits. :)

What kind of cloths will I need?

Well, sex is a form of working out. Lots of energy and muscles being worked all at once, you know. -Slowly grins. - But it is completely understandable to want to actually work out on your own. It’s nice to give a show to the bird once in a while as well. A cat has his ways and no one is more graceful than a feline.

I’ll take your word for it, Wilkes. Don’t fall behind when we start, hm? 

-Smirks- Cloths… simple and tight. Shorts and a shirt. It’ll work. We’ll start with hoops. 

thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

16 hours of rigorous practice and this is all I have to show.

I am pretty please.

I knew my big thighs would come in handy someday.

 

…calling yourself fat, Wilkes?

Because you don’t look like it.

I admit to having rather large and muscular thighs.

But I don’t consider myself fat.

This other stupid, arrogant Damian thinks I am though.

I think you look quite nice. If you are fat, then perhaps most of us are. 

Your thighs seem to be helping you greatly with your hobby anyways. I do enjoy a bit of pole dancing myself but I’ve taken to belly dancing.

Perhaps you should try a lesson with me. 

Thank you. :)

They actually come in handy quite often, believe it or not. A pair of strong legs is always good.

I do some belly dancing too. Damian was supposed to teach me some…but I think that will lead to other things and I won’t learn a damn thing. I think and Billy were supposed try it or something, but I completely blanked on that and I haven’t talk to him in a while.

So I think a lesson would with you would be nice. :3

I can imagine how having a bird teach you might lead to several things. You won’t be able to leave the nest the moment you stop to stare. Most of them do that. It really would be rather nice to have company when dancing. 

I’ll have to work up a good lesson though. Can’t have you accidentally hurt yourself or push yourself too hard on my watch, can I? Belly dancing is suppose to be a rather relaxing but fun experience. 

I hope you have some …clothes to wear?

thecolinwilkes:

strayofgotham:

thecolinwilkes:

16 hours of rigorous practice and this is all I have to show.

I am pretty please.

I knew my big thighs would come in handy someday.

 

…calling yourself fat, Wilkes?

Because you don’t look like it.

I admit to having rather large and muscular thighs.

But I don’t consider myself fat.

This other stupid, arrogant Damian thinks I am though.

I think you look quite nice. If you are fat, then perhaps most of us are. 

Your thighs seem to be helping you greatly with your hobby anyways. I do enjoy a bit of pole dancing myself but I’ve taken to belly dancing.

Perhaps you should try a lesson with me. 

thecolinwilkes:

16 hours of rigorous practice and this is all I have to show.

I am pretty please.

I knew my big thighs would come in handy someday.

 

…calling yourself fat, Wilkes?

Because you don’t look like it.

the-forgotten-robin:

strayofgotham:

the-forgotten-robin:

\Jason watches him with a heated gaze and smiles\ I don’t really have any, I just think I might have more fun around town than I would trying to please her. \he takes a few bites of his sandwich and gets lost in the food\

-Studies the other man from under dark lashes before rolling his shoulders into a slight shrug. Stray shifts in his seat for a moment, smile turning wider and coy.- Oh really? I am still trying to decide myself if I want to work tonight or if I rather sleep under a blanket with my cats.

\Jason finishes off his sandwich and looks up\ Huh? Oh- well If you already have ‘plans’ I can let you go \he pulls his leg back from the others touch and smirks\ Wouldn’t want to bother you any…

-He is almost done with his parfait, the glass now only half full with some bits of melted whipped cream, berries, and ice cream. He twirls the spoon at the bottom, pulling a string of caramel up. Stray mirrors the Jason’s face.- I was going to invite you for a night of chatting but if you’re so willing to leave, well…

dickrobatics:

strayofgotham:

I am so tempted to just ask you to carry me but you already swept me off my feet. -He jokes about the affection he has for the other man as he snakes an arm under Dick’s waist to rest his hand on a broad shoulder.- This time, it’s not my fault. The magic that changed me to an adult was from a jewel. This spell was…something that was meant to curse me. Oh Dick, how will I ever last twenty four hours? -He trails a few fingers down Dick’s back from his shoulder, keeping the mood light despite how weak he felt.-

*His eyes flick down to Stray as he feels his fingers trailing lower, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking.* Carry you, huh? You really are such a needy cat, aren’t you? Lucky you, my room isn’t far.

*Looking surprised, now, pushing open the door to his bedroom.*  Something meant to curse you? And this is lasting for twenty-four hours? *He has to fight back the smirk threatening to curve over his lips just then.* I think I could help take care of you, in that case…though I don’t know if this is something I can just kiss better, is it?

Tsk, tsk, not needy. Just affectionate. -He tuts at Dick before turning to face the front, watching as the door was opened and the room came into view. Stray lifts a brow before inwardly whistling in appreciation. Big but comfortable. Homely even.- Nice room. Now let me get acquainted with your bed. -Stray makes an effort to retrieve his arm, taking a step away from Dick to stretch suddenly sore muscles with a soft sigh.- I would love to be taken care of, bluebird. Who better than yourself, hm? 

-He saunters off to the side of the bed, pulling off his gloves with his teeth and letting them drop to the floor. Stray toys with the zipper of his suit before pulling it down all the way, blushing somewhat as he realizes that he was still wet from earlier. He huffs but decides not to care anyways, teasingly pushing the leather suit down with his hands on his sides. He begins pulling the leather suit off once he undoes his boots. Completely naked and finally comfortable, he climbs onto the bed, curling in the center with his knees pulled to his chest. Cobalt blues glimmered under dark lashes as he watches Dick.- 

beastboyandbart:

beastboyandbart:

Just answer. If you don’t, I’ll give you a bath. …Why do you hate me?

A-A bath? Mnf, not something I-I find very t-threatening! -He shifts, turning away from Beast Boy as if to make a point.-

*smiles, seeing through your Bravado* Good. Then you won’t mind a nice…

Damian, Damian… *Approaches you* I don’t think you’re well enough to be alone. I think you should let me take care of you.

-Falls back on his back, writhing on the floor as he spreads his legs somewhat with a groan.- I-I think I can make d-do on my own!

(via beastboy-and-bart)

theslainjaybird asked:

Sheesh! What a fucken attitude youv got! 'The fuck is your problamo lil bro?

Answer:

Gee, Todd. Maybe it’s the magic that is making it very hard for me to think at the moment? It’s debilitating. 

-Frowns.- Are you drunk?

beastboyandbart:

Just answer. If you don’t, I’ll give you a bath. …Why do you hate me?

A-A bath? Mnf, not something I-I find very t-threatening! -He shifts, turning away from Beast Boy as if to make a point.-

*smiles, seeing through your Bravado* Good. Then you won’t mind a nice warm bubble bath. I have a nice big jacuzzi tub for you to swim around in. *claps hands* Won’t this be fun? Besides…I know you need to change your underwear by now anyway.

Cats don’t like water! And don’t you dare touch me! -He’s moves to sit up, teeth bared at Beast Boy. When he speaks, Stray’s voice is sharp and cold.- I can clean myself up in the privacy of my home. 

(Source: strayofgotham, via beastboy-and-bart)

the-forgotten-robin:

strayofgotham:

the-forgotten-robin:

\he smirks and presses his leg against the boy before him and takes his food with a smile, once the girl is gone he turns his eyes back to the slender stray\ I think I have better ways to spend the rest of my night any ways. 

-He dips the spoon into the whipped cream that was topped generously with bits of sprinkles and caramel. He scoops a bit of it and a blueberry before bringing the spoon to his lips, tongue swirling around it to take it into his mouth.- Is that so? Care to share your plans?

\Jason watches him with a heated gaze and smiles\ I don’t really have any, I just think I might have more fun around town than I would trying to please her. \he takes a few bites of his sandwich and gets lost in the food\

-Studies the other man from under dark lashes before rolling his shoulders into a slight shrug. Stray shifts in his seat for a moment, smile turning wider and coy.- Oh really? I am still trying to decide myself if I want to work tonight or if I rather sleep under a blanket with my cats.