#dc+comics

[ciricearts]

i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)

[spicy-apple-pie]

Sir that's his emotional support orphan, leave him alone.

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[lovesick-joey]

[plagueislost]

testing colors for a thing

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: Batcomputer, stop showing me beautiful women in my area. I want pathetic men in my radius.

Damian: Perhaps the answer is within yourself.

[mayhemi]

dryhumping sub!jason todd

the only sounds in the quiet safe room are the rubbing of denim and the needy whimpers and incoherent blabbers slipping from jason's lips.

"shit- s'good, soooo good" he says, throwing his head back when he feels you pick up your pace grinding against his painfully hard clothed cock. he's trying his best not to cum, trying his best to be a good boy.

your lips curl into a grin, the sight of him sitting under you, flushed face, glazed-over eyes brimming with tears, and so completely willing just for you sure is an ego booster.

"yeah? you like that?" you coo at him, running your fingers through his slightly damp hair. "bet you've been thinking about this all week..." you tease him, that cruel smirk still playing at your face. of course, he doesn't mind you teasing him.

he nods frantically, anything to agree with you, anything to please you. "yeah! fuuuck- i'm so close, baby" he whines, his hands taking place on your hips, assisting your movements against his.

"jason! no, hands off!" you snap at him, causing his hands to retreat back to the bedsheets just as quickly as he starts apologizing. "m'sorry," he shakes his head, a fat tear falling down his cheek. "m'so sorry baby- i- you just- you feel really really good" he rambles, "been thinking bout' you a lot" he nods, looking up at you to gauge your reaction to his words, making sure you're not too mad at him.

"i know, jay" you reply, not impressed by his apologies. nevertheless, you kiss his forehead and grind down harder on his bulge, earning a panicked whimper from him.

"wait! waitwaitwait m'gna cum- don't do tha-" he's cut off by you kissing him, all teeth and tongue. he moans into the kiss, not embarrassed in the slightest.

you pull back, panting for air. his lips are kiss swollen and pink, and he's looking up at you with pure love, his pupils blown out. "please lemme cum," he begs, nuzzling his cheek against your chest like a puppy. "i've been real good..." he sounds like he's telling himself that more than he's telling you.

your hands rub up and down his chest soothingly, "mhm... i know baby," you purr, "let me know how bad you wanna cum, sweet boy" and you know he's not one to shy away from begging, he'd literally do anything for you.

"i want it so bad- i-" more tears run down his face, evidence of his restraint. "i've been so good, haven't touched you- and- and- i've been a good boy" he breathes out, trying not to focus on the sensation of your hands rubbing up and down his arms, his eyelids fluttering.

he looks pathetic. only you have seen this side of him, all whiny and pussy-whipped, sucking up to you so he can bust a nut.

you nod, "cum for me, jay... you've earned it.." you give him the permission he's been aching for, and he doesn't wait.

he immediately lets out a high-pitched, needy moan of your name, his hands abandoning the bed and flying to your waist to ground himself. he pulses as he splurts hot globs of cum into his boxers, his hips bucking up to your warmth desperately.

you let him ride out his orgasm, blabbering thank you's and hugging you to his chest. you move strands of his hair away from his sweaty forehead, and he looks up at you. "can i make you feel good now?" he asks with those big glossy puppy dog eyes. how could you say no?

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

[robs-your-robins]

I recently saw this skit of somebody making fun of the Riddler for leaving so many clues at his crimes and yes, it is his brand but it also might be a compulsion of his. I was thinking of Bruce, fellow OCD haver, telling the Robins, cops and fellow vigilantes to knock it off when roasting the Riddler for being 'dumb enough' to leave clues. Bruce knows that Edward can't help it. He understands the anxiety Ed gets whenever he tries not to leave a clue, all the sorts of things that runs through his head when he thinks about not leaving clues, how it will effect him and the world around him. Bruce gets it.