#rahhhhhhh

[grave-robbedd]

Inferno :: abandon all hope, ye who enter here

[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)

[partytattccs]

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[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.”

[pippinstook]

rlly messy data doodle XP

[sugarwarachan]

dilf iwaizumi. dilf iwaizumi. dilf iwaizumi. dilf iwaizumi. please

being his younger neighbor, knowing that he stares at you when you’re sunning outside, coyly taking off your swimsuit top when you see him watching, tossing it behind your head with a little wave -

“hi, iwa-san!”

you watch for the hard swallow, and yes, instantly, his eyes drop down to your chest and stay there, gaze locked on your nipples so intently that you feel a zip all the way down to your lower belly. a sharp tug so easily stoked into an ache.

(what would iwa-san’s hands feel like on your tits? how would he hold them?)

“it’s hot out today!” you smirk, pointing down at your bare chest. “gotta do what you can to beat the heat.”

for a brief, delicious moment, you see him entertain something in his head. and then he turns around, waving a hand behind him in dismissal.

“creeps live around here, kid. be more careful.”

(he barely makes it inside his front door before freeing his cock and cumming after two fucking strokes, thinking about sucking his own spend off your nipples)

[cowboykath]

not to go Back On My Arcane Shit but. the scene were jayce goes to the commune is sooo brilliant it haunts me. every single person there greets him with a smile, allows him to go through letting a child guide him in one hand and holding a weapon in the other without uttering a word against it because they’re all viktor. they all know him, trust him, love him, because they’re viktor. and jayce would never hurt viktor, let alone use a weapon to do so, right?