#rahhhhhhh

[grave-robbedd]

Inferno :: abandon all hope, ye who enter here

[l13]

nsfw mdni 18+

Dick’s grin is disgustingly sinful as he looks down on you, grey-black strands falling lazily across his forehead as he slams his fat cock inside you over and over again.

“ ‘S wrong sweetheart, huh? Gone all dumb on me?” he chuckles roughly, the laughter trailing to a low moan when you clump around him, “Fuck, baby…” his eyes roll back but then he focuses on your expression again, how you’re not even looking at him, too busy staring blankly at the ceiling, whimpers and moans falling from your pretty lips dumbly.

“Hey.” he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him, and leans in to press a sloppy kiss against your mouth that you barely even register, “Focus on me. Y’can do it baby,”

You don’t hear him though- can’t hear him. He halts his movements and clicks his tongue, and starts to circle his hips instead. not pulling out but trying to push deeper inside you.

Realizing you’re too far gone, he lays a sharp slap on your cheek, one that makes you gasp, and Dick happily licks up the tear that runs down your cheek right after.

“I said look at me when I’m fucking you.”

This time you hear him clearly, and you do just that. Your focus drifts back to his face, your eyes glazed and half-lidded, and you almost sob when he hums, “Good girl.”

“You’re s’pretty.” you slur lowly in reply, but Dick still catches it, and has the audacity to chuckle. But it’s that breathy disbelieving chuckle, the kind that goes straight to your pussy.

“I hate you” you say, but it comes out weak. It’s such a contradiction to your previous statement that even you don’t believe yourself. Dick’s eyes glint as he bends down to bite at your neck, “You sure?” he mumbles against your cheek after, “Cause I- fuuck- I feel it baby. Your pussy’s telling me a different story. Jus’ look how much she’s creaming on my cock,”

You don’t even have to look, you can very well feel it. Can feel yourself dripping on his cock. He's starting to piss you off and Dick notices your frown. Figures it’s about time he started fucking you again.

You almost choke on your spit when he starts to move again, and you sob out,

“I-I’m sure.. I fffuuuck- I hate you-”

“Liar.”

“hate how good you look, Dick-”

He lets out another chuckle. (fuck him for real)

“Don’t. Don’t hate me. S’ all for you, baby”

You want to tell him that he’s full of shit- that you don’t believe him, but he shuts you up with a hand around your throat. He uses his other hand to push your thigh against your chest, shimmying up the mattress and starting to roll his hips against you in a way that has you seeing stars- white noise gathering in your ears.

Dick's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes locked on your expression, as he moans unabashedly.

You tense up, your hands clawing at his shoulders making him hiss.

“There? Right there, baby?”

“Yeah-yesyesyes Dick- please, fuck, please-”

“I got you. I got you. Fucking come for me. Give it to me, baby. Thaaat’s it,”

“Good fucking girl.”

a/n: just a dumb little drabble cause i couldn't get him out of my mind. I fear this isn't proofread and it might also have typos but i'm too tired to care! Have a good niiiiight!!

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[hisfavoritesundress]

Dating Jason Todd means picking and dropping you off anywhere you want. To your work, school, favorite cafe, store, park, etc.—anywhere. He's your guy.

And don't worry about gas money. He would never let his princess pay anything for him.

He immediately drops everything he's doing if you tell him you want to go to a place.

"Don't worry, baby. Just stay there, don't move. I'll get you."

That includes being punctual. You're getting off work or school at 5 PM? He's already there by 4:45 tops, leaning on his bike, two helmets on the seat, parked at the curb, waiting for his pretty girl. Doesn't matter what time it is—he's there, outside.

Honestly, it makes you squirm, god, he looks so hot, waiting for you, not letting you go anywhere alone without making sure you got there safe and secure. Since you started dating him, you've never ridden a bus, taxi, or any public transportation unless he's there with you. He's making you soft and more feminine, and it's sending you to utter heaven.

He might come off as cold to other people, but not to you. Never to you.

What makes you squirm even more is when he's waiting for you at night. There's nothing unusual, but his outfit—you secretly wish for it all the time. Don't get it wrong, he looks good in every outfit he wears, but his black shirt?

There's something different when he's wearing just a plain black shirt. It hugs his physique, his biceps pushing the fabric a little tighter around his arms, chest too, and god, his back. You could see the ridges of his muscles against the dark fabric. Don't even get me started when he grips the handlebar of the bike, his arm flexing unconsciously. And you're already ovulating a little too early in your cycle.

Salivating.

Immediately, you're salivating. But you just secretly watch him, secretly admiring him because you try to savor it on your own. Your gazes last longer than usual, glued to his body.

Not too fast.

As the red light shines on the highway and he has time to look at you, he catches your gaze on his shirt, on his body. You're too entranced to even notice him watching you in the rearview mirror.

He smirks under the dark helmet.

Two days later, he brought five dozen of the same shirt.

[w3tlettuce]

Here’s some prison Varian + Andrew for the soul because I have again been thinking about them a lot! I feel like Prison Varian is kind of just always on the brink of insanity and always either freaking out or plotting something malicious /hj and I wanted to draw a little bit of them because I want to start doodling more digital stuff for tts + Vat7k hehe

Plus a mini comic esc doodle sequence of them ^_^ I feel like at first Andrew realllllyyyy hates Varian because. well. It’s a 14 year old he doesn’t gaf about, but quickly he realizes just how much potential Varian has and ends up befriending him instead (this WILL end badly)

[valentinafoxr]

Tikki PLEASE

[someonenamedhotdog]

because she is in there, she is distinct, and so unlike you 그녀는 그 안에 있기에, 그녀는 뚜렷하고, 너와는 너무 달르지

[partytattccs]

**** ** **** ******

[jj-one]

how about Han being your father’s best friends who is an absolute freak for you? (he in his 30s🤭)

wait wait wait- this is actuslly so hot i wanna get on one knee and propose to u personally bc i been thinking ab this a lot TOO >.< so anyways, i’m imagining jisung as like a hot, wealthy businessman like these pics came to mind soon as i read this:

you make it unbearably hard for jisung to resist you. you know you shouldn’t be walking around the house like that— in those tiny little shorts that are barely covering anything, lip gloss sticky and sweet, talking to him like he’s not a grown man who’s known your dad for twenty years. you act so oblivious, like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing when you bend over in front of him or “accidentally” moan his name too softly when you say thank you. he’s been good for months, but now your lips are wrapped around his cock in the upstairs bathroom and he’s gripping the edge of the sink, eyes rolled back, chest heaving, trying not to lose it too fast.

“f-fuck, baby- spit on it again,” he pants, watching as you pull off with a wet ‘pop’, letting the drool from your tongue slide onto the flushed head, slowly jerking him off while your knees ache against the cold tile. his tie’s undone, shirt slightly wrinkled, belt clinking softly as you stroke him faster. downstairs, your dad’s calling his name. jisung grabs a fistful of your hair, hips stuttering, and cums down your throat with a choked-off moan, whispering, “don’t swallow, show me baby,”

you tilt your head back, parting your lips, sticking your tongue out with his cum pooling hot and heavy on it, thick and messy just the way he likes. his eyes darken when you stick your finger in and swirl it around, then slowly let it drip off your tongue back onto his still-hard cock. “such a nasty little girl,” he’d mutter under his breath, thumbing your jaw open wider, rubbing it in. your dad’s voice gets closer, footsteps creaking the stairs— but jisung just smirks, tucks himself back in, and wipes the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb. “be a good girl and fix your lip gloss.”