#(yeah!)

[jeannedarcgerard]

[ellasgarden1]

this was for a defernull spamtenna event on twt

[mobpsycho100]

[nortsauce]

[mikewheelerisaqueerler]

kinda fucking crazy to have this parallel and then to only put fucking flowers in the field when byler are together

[martiniluvr]

short and sweet but this came to me like a biblical prophecy and I simply had to post

warnings: dick is a dick, overstimulation, dumbification even ☝️

riding dick grayson really brings out the asshole in him. there’s a dimpled grin on his lips as his blue eyes rake over you, like he’s enjoying your desperation—your heavy breathing, your shaking thighs, the trembling moans that slip out of you. his strong arms are folded behind his head in an arrogant display of leisure, stretching out the taut muscles in his chest and biceps like he’s not literally watching you come apart on top of him. like he’s bored.

he lets you fuck yourself silly for his own entertainment, getting harder at the sight of your soft hands clutching at his toned chest for balance as you bounce on his cock, sloppy and sensitive. your whiny pleas for release earn you a derisive laugh and a dismissive eye-roll, which he knows only makes you fuck yourself onto him harder. god, you’re so hungry for his approval, it’s honestly endearing.

he carries on the mock nonchalance for as long as he can, but soon the obscene sound of your wet cunt slapping against his skin is too much to ignore. when he finally decides he’s tired of torturing you, dick locks his arms around your waist and pulls you into a bear hug, so he can fuck up into you like you so desperately wanted. his grunts send vibrations along your body and the angle of his thrusts hits you deeper than before, and soon the blend of sensations overwhelms you; your whines devolve into cries as he pounds your cunt mercilessly, ripping an orgasm out of you like it’s a punishment.

dick’s own release spills out into you while you’re still leaking around his cock, accompanied by a string of profanities as his grip on your waist goes slack. it’s so much, so quickly that all you can do is shudder against his chest, panting raggedly as your pussy convulses, pushing his load back down his shaft. you blink slowly, dazed as you tilt your head to meet his gaze. there’s a self-satisfied grin on his face at your fucked-out expression as his fingers absently trace your spine. fuck, you make it too easy, baby.

[barghest-land]

random studies to cope with anxiety. did it help? not really. but here they are anyway