#Rayon tops | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

spiritoftextile · 2 years

Text

20 DIFFERENT TYPES OF FABRIC AND THEIR USES

Whether you are making new clothes or trying to figure out how to clean clothes, understanding the right fabric piece is always essential. This is beneficial when you have a nice piece of fabric and you want it to stay for a long period of time. The trends and preferences of people regarding clothing and fashion are continuously changing, and hence the fabric industry is coming up with various new kinds of designs and stitching. There are different kinds of fabrics available that you can choose as per your comfort and choice. If you are asked how many fabrics are available on the market, then you will hardly count 12 or 14 types of fabrics. Isn’t it? But, if I say that there are more than 200 types of fabrics available worldwide. What would be your reaction? Different types of fabrics are used for different purposes; some of them are old while some are newly invented. Also, you need to treat that fabric in the right way because each and every fabric contains different properties that strongly influence how you treat your clothing. DTMPL is one of the most known Textile Manufacture In India, so if you are willing to buy such fabrics, then you can get in touch with us.

TYPES OF FABRIC AND THEIR USES

Ticking Fabric: This is a kind of woven fabric that is made up of linen fibers and cotton. This is mainly used for pillows and mattresses.

Tissue fabric: This is also a kind of woven fabric that is made up of man-made fibers and silk. This is basically used for sarees and women’s dress material.

Velvet fabric: This woven fabric comprises cotton, wool, silk, linen, etc. This fabric is used to make daily wear clothing, home décor etc.

Terry cloth: this woven fabric is made of cotton and blended with synthetic fiber. It has a loop pile on both sides and sometimes at one side. This is mainly used in producing towels.

Voile fabric: This fabric is made up of different kinds of fibers, mainly from cotton. This is one of the most commonly used fabrics in India as it is mainly used for blouses and dresses.

Warp knitted fabric: knitted fabric is made up by a special knitting machine with yarns from warp beams. This is also the most used fabric in India. This is mainly used for mosquito netting, inner wear such as; panties, lingerie’s, girdles, hooks, eye tape, camisoles, brassieres etc.

Whipcord fabric: Knitted fabric is made up of hard twisted yarn with diagonal rib and cord. This is mainly used to design comfortable and durable outdoor clothing.

Tricot knit fabric: This fabric is made up of exclusively filament yarn, mainly used for fitting comfort stretch items like sportswear, and swimwear.

Velour knitted fabric: Velour knitted fabric is made up of an additional set of yarn that makes pile loops on the fabric surface. This is mainly used for making jackets and dresses.

Terry knitted fabric: This woven fabric is made up of two sets of yarn, where one makes the pile and the other makes the base fabric. This is mainly used in making beachwear, bathrobes, towels and many more.

Tartan fabric: Previously, this fabric could only be made of wool, but tartan fabric can now be made of any material.It is suitable for making daily wear clothes and other fashion designs.

Sateen fabric: Sateen fabric is made up of spun yarns and is mainly used for making decorative items and other clothing purposes.

Shantung fabric: This fabric is made up of fiber and silk and also similar kinds of silk fabrics. This fabric is mainly used for making bridal gowns and other kinds of designer dresses.

Sheeting fabric: This is a kind of fabric that can be made of 100% cotton or a blend of polyester and cotton. This is mainly used for bed covering.

Silver knit fabric: It is a kind of knitted fabric that is made up of a special circular knitting machine. This is widely used for coats and for making jackets.

Taffeta fabric: This fabric is manufactured from different kinds of fibers such as silk, nylon, and rayon. Taffeta is mainly used for making women’s designer clothes and garments.

Stretch fabric: This is a special kind of fabric that can be stretched in all four directions. This is mainly used in making sports and gym wear.

Rib stitch knit fabric: This fabric is mainly used for wool, cotton blends, acrylic, or cotton. This is mainly used for designing the lower edge of sweaters, sleeve cuffs, necklines etc.

Plain fabric: This fabric is made up of weft and warp yarns in a pattern of under one and over one. This is popularly used for making leisure wear.

Jersey knitted fabric: This fabric is generally made up of wool but is currently also made up of synthetic and cotton fiber. This fabric is widely used for making bed sheets, sweatshirts, and a variety of household and clothing items.

DTMPL is one of the most known fabric manufacturers in India and also specializes in cotton fabric manufacture, polyester lycra fabric manufacturer, rayon fabric manufacturer, acrylic fabric manufacturer, and many more. Get in touch with us today to know more about our products and services as well as the most commonly used fabrics in India.

This blog is originally posted here: https://dtmpl.com/20-different-types-of-fabric-and-their-uses/

#fabric #fabric manufacturers #cotton fabric manufacture #polyester lycra fabric manufacturer #rayon fabric manufacturer #acrylic fabric manufacturer #DTMPL #top textile industry in india

1 note · View note

sweetsweetjellybean · 1 year

Text

Summary: After a night of teasing your boyfriend Eddie Munson, you're ready to receive the consequences and the rewards.

TW: FemReader, Smutacular Smut, Spanking, Creampie, Dirty Talk, *18+ You Filthy Animals*

"Did you have fun teasing me all night, baby?" Eddie asks, one hand squeezing your thigh over the rayon of your dress, the other holding the shaking steering wheel of the noisy van as it barrels down the dark road.

"I really did," you laugh, knowing you had him on edge all evening at Steve's house, "You're too much fun to mess with," unclicking your seatbelt, you lean across the van's interior to smack a wet kiss on his cheek. "Beside," you say softly with your lips lightly brushing the shell of his ear, "you're really fucking sexy," your hand brushes the half-hard bulge in his jeans before settling yourself back in your seat and buckling in.

He purses his lips and shakes his head, carnation pink blooming on his cheeks, "You're just looking for trouble tonight," his eyes never leaving the road.

"I hope I found it," you pull down the visor and look into the cloudy mirror to remove your earrings.

"I don't know," he moves his hand back to your thigh, "I hope you're not writing checks that beautiful ass can't cash."

His hand smooths its way under your dress, where one finger lightly traces your slit over rapidly damping panties. Covering his hand with both of yours, you start rocking your hips back and forth, grinding against him.

"If you would have just fucked me before we left the apartment, I wouldn't have been thinking about your cock all night," your voice comes out breathlessly as his fingers dip under the seam of your panties into your wet heat, "Fuck," you moan out biting your lip as he circles your puffy clit.

"Baby, we are late every single time they invite us over," he chuckles, adding a bit more pressure.

"Yes, just like that," your eyes fall closed, already feeling the coil tighten.

"Just like what?" his hand disappears from in between your thighs.

"Eddieeee," you whine.

"Something the matter? You can dish it, but you can't take it?" a smug smile tugs at his lips.

"Oh, I'm gonna take it," you grab the hand that just left you and suck his fingers into your mouth. He groans and unintentionally jerks the wheel causing the van to fishtail into the dark parking lot of your apartment building.

He turns the key in the ignition, and other than the random ticking, the van descends into silence. He turns his head to look at you, "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

Laughter bubbles out of your mouth, loving it when he's this worked up, you grab the door handle and make a run for it, but Eddie's right behind you. His hand cups your ass as you climb the stairs to your third-floor walk-up. When you reach the battered door with the gold metal number six that's come loose at the top and now hangs like a nine, you fumble in your purse for the keys as he braces his arms on the door jamb and grinds his hard dick against your backside.

As soon as the lock tumbles open, he pushes you inside, taking your purse from your hands and dropping it to the floor before backing you against the rough wooden door. He pins your hands above your hands, and his lips are on you. There's not a lot of finesse to this kiss, just hungry mouths and wet tongues greedy for each other.

"Where do you think you're going?" he breaks the kiss when you futilely push against his hands.

"I love you, Eddie," with a voice full of sugar, you make your eyes big and innocent.

"I love you too, but if you think sweet talking me is going to get you out of this, you're wrong," he transfers both of your wrists to one hand.

"Can I suck your cock, just a little?" you flutter your eyelashes and squirm against him.

"As hot as you look on your knees," he roughly pulls down the front of your dress until both breasts are freed, "You don't get a choice tonight. I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

His words have your stomach tightening and your thighs squeezing together as a gush of moisture coats your folds.

"Don't think I didn't notice that you didn't wear a bra tonight," he dips down taking a nipple into his mouth, giving it a hard suck before letting it slip from his lips with a pop, "Maybe I should fuck your tits? Would you like that, baby?" he cups your breast, sucking as much into his mouth as he can.

"Shit," you pant as a line of electricity shoots from your breast straight to your core.

"Do you want my cock sliding between them?" he drops your wrists so he can use both hands to push your breasts together, kneading while he licks and sucks and bites.

"You can take me any way you want," your fingers dive into his hair. He doesn't stop until little bruises dot your flesh, and the ache in your pussy is unbearable.

He pulls away, leaving you writhing and whimpering against the door. His shoulders rise and fall as he catches his breath and adjusts his hard cock straining in his tight black jeans. Taking your hand, he leads you down the narrow hallway to the bedroom, and you follow more than willingly in a haze of desire. He flips the light switch that turns on the yardsale lamp that you draped with a crimson scarf to soften the glow. There's not much furniture besides a dresser and your rumbled, unmade bed.

He one-handley unbuckles his belt and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the smooth planes of his tattooed chest to your wanton gaze before motioning for you to raise your arms. He carefully lifts your dress over your head before discarding it somewhere on the floor. Tenderly he cups your jaw and tastes your mouth in a searing, slow kiss. One of his moves down your face and grips your chin when he pulls away.

"I'm going to turn you around, and you're going to take it, understand?"

His tone leaves no room for discussion, and you nod your head as you look into those big doe eyes more than ready to comply. He turns you toward the bed and presses his hand onto your back, bending you forward.

"Hold on to the bed, and do not let go until I say so."

Sliding your fingers across the cool sheets, you bend farther forward and grip as much of the mattress as possible. Behind you, Eddie rubs small circles on your back until you're positioned just how he wants you. He slowly works your panties down your hips, pressing a soft kiss on your ass as he bends, and you raise one foot at a time so he can take them off the rest of the way.

Taking deep breaths, you wait in silent anticipation, so turned on that you're past rational thought. He's leaving you waiting on purpose. Wetness glazes your center and your clit throbs in time with your pulse. The air feels cool in contrast with the wet heat of your pussy. Shifting your hips from side to side, you wriggle and try to get some relief. His hand comes down on one side of your ass with a loud crack sending you forward until you brace your arms, a satisfied moan escaping your throat. He gently rubs your skin until the slight sting dissipates and then spanks your other cheek repeating the process.

"Fuuu, Eddie," you barely recognize the husky moans leaving your mouth. He starts spanking you in quick succession, alternating sides. The sharp stings leave you tensing for the next smack. His fingers are so close to where you want them, grazing your folds but still out of reach. Slick starts to drip out of you, coating your thighs as he spanks your ass into a rosy glow. He carefully applies the same force to every slap. Just a little burn mixing with pangs of arousal that have you clenching around your emptiness. With the last spank, he grabs a handful of your ass before his touch turns gentle again and only the sound of heavy breathing remains.

"Now spread your legs like a good girl," he holds your hip and rubs his dick against the hot sensitive skin of your ass.

"Please fuck me. I need it so much," you widen your stance and arch your back, feeling like a cat in heat displaying your eager pussy.

"What's the matter, baby?" he drops to his knees, "Did it make you wet when I spanked your teasing ass?"

"Yes. God, I'm so wet," you push back against him, "Now, please, I need your cock inside me."

"Be patient," he gives you another spank, "I'm going to take care of you. You're so pretty down here," he uses his thumbs to spread you open, "I just want to give you a kiss."

His mouth closes over your center in a wet sloppy kiss before he licks you slowly, staring at your ass and moving lower, your legs shake when he finally reaches your clit, sucking the little bundle between his plush lips. Clawing at the bed, you drop your face to the mattress, letting it muffle your strangled cry.

"You always taste so good," he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing you gently, "but I bet you're feeling empty. Let's see what we can do about that," he presses his whole face between your legs and spears his tongue in and out of your tight entrance.

After all his teasing, it's almost too much, your hips buck wildly. He wraps his other arm tightly around you, holding you in place. Your orgasm builds so quickly that you're cumming around his tongue without warning, and to your astonishment, a second peak rises while you're still clenching from the first. He works you through you both, his strong arms taking most of your weight, so you don't collapse. Your throat feels tight and rough - you must have screamed.

"Eddie," his name floats out in a breathy rasp as he presses kisses up your skin as he moves to stand. You're still straddling the line of euphoria and consciousness when you feel the head of his cock sliding through your folds. With his hand holding the base of his swollen dick, he taps the head against your clit, causing you to jolt with overstimulation.

"I hope you're ready for me."

Pressure builds at your opening as he pushes his fat mushroom head inside you. He teases you, stopping with only a few inches of his long, veiny shaft inserted. Whining, you clench your inner muscles, trying to draw more of him inside. He spanks your already cherry-red ass cheek.

"You're going to forget your own name after I'm done fucking you tonight," he surges forward, filling you to the brim in one hard stroke.

His fingers dig into your hips as he moves in a brutal rhythm. Withdrawing until just his tip remains and thrusting in completely, his sac slapping your lips, the bristle hairs at his base scraping against your sore skin.

"So good." White hot sparks of pleasure burst as he pummels your g-spot - your gummy walls stretched and fluttering.

"Is that too hard, or do you want more?"

"More. Please fuck me harder," you moan as he lifts one of your knees onto the bed, opening you wider. Breathing hard, he goes even deeper.

"You wanted me to fuck you like this, didn't you?" the sound of skin slapping skin gets louder and the bed frame creaks in protest as it's banged into the wall.

"Yes, don't stop," you hold yourself up on one arm so you can rub circles around your clit, "I'm going to cum so hard."

"Jesus H…baby," he drives in and out of you fiercely, forcing you further onto the bed, "you always get so fucking tight."

His hands smooth their way to your lower back, pressing down, pushing your ass higher. Your walls cinch tighter around him as your climax builds. Trembling, your insides pulse and clench. He moans loudly as your muscles lock. Your lips part but no sound or air escapes, a tidal force wave of fire floods your body, and you lose all control. Leg muscles spasming madly, your insides milking his cock. He growls as he fucks you through it, trying not to cum until he coaxes every ounce of ecstasy from you. Breath finally bursts from your lungs as aftershocks rocket through you.

"Still with me?"

"Mmmhmm," floating on a cloud of bliss, you fight to keep yourself in position, craving his release knowing it will complete your fulfillment.

"Where do you want me to cum?" his strokes are becoming erratic. He won't be far behind you.

"My cunt."

"Ah, fuck," he buries himself as deep as he can get, your filthy mouth pushing him over the edge.

"I want you to fill me up until I'm dripping," warmth bursts inside you as he throbs and spurts fulfilling your request.

"Goddam, baby," he teases himself with a few shallow strokes.

The smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air. On shaky arms, you inch forward until his head pulls at your entrance and pops out with a flick. Carefully you lower yourself onto your side and sigh, as you feel his cum leaking out of you. He lies down, still catching his breath, and pulls you against his chest. He kisses your shoulder and slides a finger through your folds to push his cum back inside.

"Have you learned your lesson? Are you still going to tease me the next time we go out?"

"Absolutely," a grin pulls up the corners of your mouth.

He kisses you again and chuckles.

"That's my girl."

If you enjoyed this fic, please reblog. It makes a difference in helping others find my work.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

1K notes · View notes

gatabella · 29 days

Text

Lauren Bacall, with her husband, Humphrey Bogart relaxes near their pool. In the late afternoon, after a day's work on Warner Brothers' Key Largo, The Look likes to change into a comfortable, cool and slightly formal patio dress. The one she wears now is a two-piece, ankle-length, rayon shantung with a brown and black Oriental print. The snug bra top buttons in the front and has a large cocealing collar. Blair dress, Joseff jewelry. Photos by John Engstead, 1947

#lauren bacall #humphrey bogart #john engstead #swimming pool #dog #boxer #fashion #vintage #joseff of hollywood #quote #key largo

129 notes · View notes

jaipurhightech · 9 months

Text

Indian Handmade Bohemian Printed Long Sleeve Top - Boho Floral Shirt For Women - Mexican Style Summer Blouse - Short Kurti For Women

#women tops #women clothing #designer kurti #women fashion #kurti for women #party wear kurti #sky blue tops #women blouse #women sweat shirt #women summer blouse #women tunics #printed tops #printed blouse #indian tops #Floral blouse #Rayon tops #Short kurti women

0 notes

rayonago · 2 months

Text

moots favs at the top

normal rayon behaviour at the bottom

#peely guy strikes again #fortnite #montague fortnite #hope fortnite #fn lovely #fn hope #fn montague #peely #jonesy #posted this to my bg3 rep blog account on accident lol #embarrassing #nananana

81 notes · View notes

gothgleek · 2 months

Text

Spiderman!Spencer x Seamstress!Fem!Reader

Spencer finds out he’s got super powers and he’s got the brain, powers, and abilities to become a superhero. Now all he needs is a costume. That’s where you come in.

Outline for a Spiderman!Spencer fic I’m writing based this post by @reidcoffeemoon. Let me know if anyone would actually be interested in reading a full version of it. Also please like and reblog, it’s my birthday today💕💕💕

•The two of you met at a Halloween party thrown by Penelope. You are a seamstress and whenever someone complimented your costume, you would proudly ramble about of the type of fabric you used.

•Spencer was the only one who actually listened and responded with his own facts about the fabric’s history.

•You gasped and smiled, raising your left hand to your chest. “You are my new favorite person.” You declared.

•While talking, you both found out you’re from Vegas. You worked as a seamstress for a burlesque show off the strip and did cosplay part time while he was off at learning Caltech. The two of you bond over a restaurant that shut down five years ago.

•Now in DC, you worked as a seamstress for the local theater and managed a thrift store by the university he works at. Cosplay makes up most of your income but you dream of creating a lingerie line.

•The two of you agree to meet up for coffee but before that happens, Spencer gets bitten by a spider.

• Was he was bitten by a spider while investigating an unsub who killed his victims spider venoms or did he wander into the wrong room while touring a science facility?

•Derek convinces him to try out being a superhero. Derek is part of a secret superhero group (The Avengers) and would like his friend to join (once he knows Spencer can handle superhero work).

•Spencer calls you a few weeks later. “Hey, um, I wanted your opinion on something. What kind of materials do you recommend for a sort of… workout costume?”

•Thankfully, you’ve been asked weirder questions throughout your career so it didn’t even phase you.

•You respond in a rambling style that would’ve confused other people, but not Spencer.

•”They’ve actually done some test work on using spider webs for body armor but the tests didn’t yield the best results but I think…”

•He listened to you talk while he designed a web slinging contraption for his wrists, occasionally throwing in a comment or two.

•He visits your thrift store a few days later to discuss his little project a little more.

•When it becomes apparent his skills aren’t as advanced as yours, you offer your services and schedule him to come to your place over the weekend.

•It’s purely friendly… but you can’t help but if some less than platonic thoughts come up while looking at certain measurements.

•Those less than platonic feelings did make you blind to some of his questions.

But if anyone asked you would say you’ve had weirder requests.

•“Would it be possible to make it bullet proof? And um… do you know how to make the fingers more um… thin but not thin?”

•The two of you kept meeting up to discuss his costume and sometimes even other things.

You never met anyone who made Russian lit or etymology sound so exciting before.

•But all things come to an end and once his costume is done you don’t see him for another few weeks. It sucks but life goes on.

You ignore the hurt in your stomach when he doesn’t respond to your text about asking about the foreign film fest at the local theater.

•Then, one night after work, you find yourself being on the wrong end of a gun by a mugger.

•Before you can handover your wallet however, a dark figure jumps down and when you open your eyes, the mugger is stuck to the wall with a sort of strange white substance.

•The figure pulls you to the top of the roof and you can finally get a good look at him.

•Spandex that shined in the same weaving pattern as the combination of rayon and viscose? Hands that were 7.49 inches long and 3.60 inches wide? The mask you spent the last two weeks creating?

•You squinted at him.

•“Spencer?!?”

•One long conversation in Spencer’s apartment later, and you’re telling him to come back so you can modify his suit to actually be made for crime fighting.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x oc #Spencer Reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #spider man #spiderman!spencer #mine #fanfic

58 notes · View notes

kulapti · 4 months

Text

Bookbinding (2 copies) of This Thing of Darkness by @maggieandthedragon, spring 2023.

This Thing of Darkness (Fantastic Beasts, Percival Graves x Credence Barebone) is a serious but hopeful look at the difficulties of helping someone face depression, whether it be for intervening in a crisis or the providing support in the long slog of continuing to get up every day. People are messy and difficult, but it is good to be together. As dark as it might be, we can receive help, and sometimes the help we offer each other is the most important thing in the world. It's no wonder this is one of the most popular works in the pairing tag. Recommended also for compelling side characters and interesting magic system additions.

-------------------------------About this project under the cut

This is one of the first fanfics I bound for myself when I started ficbinding last year. TTOD is one of my top ten favorite fics of all time and when I realized I could learn to do typesetting and bind fics I immediately knew I wanted to make a hard copy of this novel. My personal copy has a different spine because it’s part of a matching set of my favorite Percival x Credence fanfics; the set is almost complete.

Materials: text laser printed on archival paper; Italian rayon bookcloth, purple batik-pattern cotton backed with handmade wood pulp paper, bookboard, PVA glue, cotton cheesecloth used as mull. Stitched with cotton thread, beeswax, and linen tapes, plus embroidery thread and hemp cord for the endbands. Endpapers are marbled Italian paper by London-based artist Stephan Parenti (Peacock Paper studio) which I got on Etsy specially for this binding because I wanted it to be fancy.

I learned how to stitch endbands for this book as well. The bindings aren't perfect but I’m still quite pleased with the result. The whole time it’s been on my bookshelf I keep looking at it and going heehee I made a book ✨✨✨✨ Author copy has been mailed to maggiedragon.

#artists on tumblr #bookbinding #ficbinding #fanbinding #gradence #handmade books #my art #fantastic beasts #this thing of darkness #maggiedragon #these sat partly finished on my shelf for so long until I could find the right endpapers #author copy arrived in the mail today :DDD #tailfeather binding #here there be fandom

69 notes · View notes

imeverywoman420 · 8 months

Text

if you go to a thrift store you can literally see all the normal clothes then the clothes from the past 5 years all look like costume pieces. Weird tops you cant layer. Neon green renaissance fair looking crop top. Clear plastic overcoat. Clothes that are made out of rayon and tampon strings but have a knit pattern. Stretchy as hell.

124 notes · View notes

makethatelevenrings · 1 year

Text

O Me! O Life! // J.Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: scars, non-sexual nudity, mention of what the Joker did to Jason

Summary: He hates the scars on his back and avoids seeing them any chance he gets. He slips up one day, but you’re there to assure him.

* - denotes lines from O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman (my fave poem thank u for asking)

The thing about scars is that it’s easy to forget that they’re there sometimes. The raised white pucker along his jaw from a knife disappeared under his five o’clock shadow. The pinched circles of healed bullet holes changed shape when he flexed. But these scars…there was no mistaking it.

Ugly gouges only healed by the Lazarus pit marred his back. He hated looking at them the few times he turned his head when his back was to the mirror. It was as if he was back in that fucking werehouse with the fucking clown and that fucking crowbar.

Today was one of those days where the Gotham humidity felt like a fucking wet blanket smacking you in the face the second you stepped out the door. Sweat practically draped his shirt along his skin as he went for a morning run and by god, the only thing he wanted to do when he got home was take a shower.

You were still spread out under the thin cotton top sheet and even that was almost unbearable in the summer heat. You offered him a smile lined with the lingering sleep that clung to your mind. Jason made sure to swing by and press a kiss to your temple as your hand loosely curled at the collar of his shirt but he pulled away before you could convince him back into bed.

“Gotta shower, sweets,” he murmured as he extracted himself from your grip and made his way into the bathroom.

“Wow, without even giving me a show?” you called behind him. He snorted in response and his shirt landed on the growing pile of laundry on the floor across from the bathroom door. You booed and he sighed but stepped out from behind the door frame. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the cut of his abs as they descended behind the band of rayon. You waved your hand to tell him to continue and he rolled his eyes, but a smile grew on his lips as he pushed his shorts down.

“Once more, pretty boy,” you cooed. He tugged off his boxers and raised his arms to the side and spun in a circle like he was giving you a fashion show. You burst into laughter but your laughter faded when you saw his face fall.

His eyes were locked on his reflection in the full length mirror propped up against the wall. He trailed his gaze along the harsh stripes of mottled flesh that stood out against his tan skin. You slipped out from under the sheet and made your way across the room to press up against his chest. One of your hands came up to rest on his bicep and the other wound its way behind his back to start to trace along the lines and scars.

“Lover,” you whispered. “These are signs that you survived.”

A shuddering breath escaped him and you turned to look into the mirror, your motions following you in the silvery reflection. Your finger drew hearts, circles, and words along his skin. Praises, promises, sweet nothings created an invisible diary of your devotion to him and you pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse*,” you whispered. “You are here. Life exists. You may contribute a verse. You are here. Say it.”

“I am here,” he croaked out. “I exist. Life exists.”

“You are here. With me. In our home.”

The home with plants and cats and Wonder Woman curtains. The home with mismatched plates found at thrift shops and dollar stores. The home with his gun safe next to the stack of unread books that the two of you have been pointedly ignoring. The home with the walk to the bodega for breakfast sandwiches and the farmer’s market tucked away at a local park.

He was here. With you. Life exists.

He curled his arms around your waist, delicate and tentative as though he would destroy you with a simple touch, and you leaned into it. You welcomed him with soft caresses and careful kisses and he melted into the arms of the person he loved. He was here. Life exists.

Tag List: @mcrmarvelloki @gone-batty-fics @someoneimsure @perpetual-fangirl900 @visagebrise @cursedandromedablack @alexxavicry @the-wayward-daughter @raging-trash-of-mind @kat-nee @khaylin27

#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd fluff #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood fluff

369 notes · View notes