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nasha was so real handling kai like that. cus wdym ure gna step to me n tell me to share my man?! MY man?? my man of 4 yrs? the man who've ive watched die in my arms multiple times??? "share" DEEZ! bitch r u crazy!!?

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acab (all cannibals are bisexual)

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there’s a dark void inside of me that only

FAT COCK

from a

FICTIONAL SERIAL KILLER

can fill

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“guys please just hear me out” and it’s a photo of the greasiest grimiest most rat infested man you’ve ever seen

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WALK : jeff the killer x fem!reader one-shot

a/n: this is my FIRST TIME writing smut, please be gentle

summary: NSFW (MINORS DNI), knife play, established relationship, jeff being flirtatious, reader is horny, PRAISE, blood, slight voyeurism, not proof-read

The sunlight softly hit your face through the trees. Your boyfriend, Jeff, was pacing ahead of you slightly and you couldn’t catch up. Today you two were taking a walk, it’s something you like to do alone but Jeff wanted to join you today.

“J, Slow down!” You yelled after Jeff. His head snapped to look back at you, a puzzled look painting his face.

“Do I walk too fast for you?” He smirked, his teeth peeking through his slashed skin. Jeff’s love language must be teasing because he enjoys getting a reaction out of you. This time, you stayed quiet and kept walking towards him.

“Should I carry you, Princess?” He obviously meant the nickname in a teasing way, hinting at the fact that maybe you’re walking so slow because you don’t want to walk at all.

“No. What’s the point of taking a walk if I’m just gonna be carried the whole time?” You shot down his request, but that never stopped Jeff. This relationship between you two consisted of Jeff doing whatever he wants most of the time. Like just days before today, you and Jeff got into an argument because he was gone for days. Doing what? Who knows. Jeff’s a serial killer, and you understand that, but he doesn’t have to disappear for days. So, Jeff ran and scooped you up into his arms bridal style.

“You said you didn’t want to be carried and now you’re not fighting back.” Jeff laughed and quickly kissed your cheek. You rolled your eyes and looked away at the trees surrounding you two, the sun shining down, and the fact that not a single person was in sight. This gave you the bright idea to wrap your arms around Jeff and have some fun too, by teasing your perverted boyfriend.

“You make me feel so safe, thank you.” You topped off your words with a small kiss on his jawline. You know what you’re doing to him. Jeff has this “problem” where he’s really overprotective and possessive. There have been many times where Jeff’s gotten off to the thought of protecting you or “claiming” you. The fact that Jeff’s a serial killer just adds to it because he wants you to love him and feel safe with him, despite what he’s notorious for. Right now, those words and that kiss were sticking on Jeff and his heart was beating fast.

When you pulled back to look at Jeff, you could see a small tint of pink flaring his cheeks. Your boyfriend couldn’t control himself, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was long and drawn out, your lips still being connected while Jeff carefully put you down. You pulled away to catch your breath and Jeff tried pulling you back in.

“J, you’re so greedy.” You giggled at him. You were holding his face in your hands and looking into his dark, open eyes.

“I’ll always be greedy when it comes to you, Babe.” His words spilled from his mouth like a slur, then his lips met yours. His tongue grazed your lip, begging to be let in. You returned his advances and found his tongue exploring your mouth. Your cheeks were hot and your mind was messy. Jeff took your hands in his and slowly guided you to a tree, pinning you against it and pushing up on you.

“I need more of you, so much more.” Jeff breathed against your ear, slowly kissing down your neck.

“I know, J.” A gentle moan escaped from you with your words. You pulled Jeff in for another kiss, his warmth enthralling you. Amidst Jeff’s warm hands trailing up your figure, you felt sudden cold contact. You hadn’t realized that Jeff reached in his pocket to take out his knife, now using it to cut open your top, exposing your breasts.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to see, Baby!” Jeff backed away to admire you before closing the gap with another kiss, slowly trailing down to your neck.

“Jeff. What the fuck.” You stuttered your words out amongst many moans. Jeff didn’t acknowledge you, his hands were exploring your body and your neck was his current point of interest. You couldn’t deny that this was your fault or that you felt good, you were just embarrassed. You’ve never done it in a forest before, the thought of this exchange being so public felt shameful, but exciting? You never stopped moaning and whimpering against Jeff, every single sound you made was heaven to his ears and a sign that he was doing something right.

This exchange developed fast. Jeff loved the sounds you made while he kissed your neck, but he wanted more. Jeff got on his knees, you truly loved seeing him like this and he loved serving you. Jeff knew what he wanted, he planned it out in his head from the beginning. Jeff took his knife again, bringing it up to you, then cutting your pants and underwear off.

“Holy shit! What are you doing?” You yelped after the sudden movement. You know you told Jeff he makes you feel safe but you didn’t expect him to pull a knife out, especially during a time like this.

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. You said you feel safe with me and you know I’d never throw that away.” He smiled, gazing up at you. You trusted your boyfriend completely but you had no idea what he was trying to do.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” He ended his sentence with a laugh and suddenly penetrated you with the same knife he cut your clothes with, now using the handle of the weapon to pleasure you. You moaned with every pump, in and out. You didn’t notice through the excitement that Jeff began licking at your clit and that his hand gripping the sharp blade was oozing blood. Jeff was paining himself to please you, slicing his hand open and draining out onto the grass beneath you.

“Jeff. Stop. Please.” You breathed out with each moan and whimper. Your legs were shaking, struggling to hold you up. You felt so good, but you couldn’t stand to watch your boyfriend cut his hand open for you to feel this good.

“Hand,” was all you could stutter out. Jeff paused on your clit for a moment to look up at you.

“Ah shit! You’re just so pretty, Princess. I couldn’t resist.” Jeff acknowledged his bloodied hand and pulled the weapon handle out of you.

“You want to finish though, don’t you?” Jeff doted on you. You met his question with a whimper of approval.

“Okay, Baby.” He pocketed his knife and began trailing kisses up your thigh. Jeff used his non-bloodied hand to insert two fingers inside of you and begin pumping you with pleasure, his tongue finding your clit with the same quick pace from before. Your legs were sore and could barely hold up anymore but through your orgasm you could barely feel the pain. You moaned out Jeff’s name and quickly finished on his fingers inside of you. Jeff licked up your mess on his fingers and stood up to meet your gaze.

“You did so well, Babe. Let’s go home now.” Jeff softly whispered in your ear, picking you up bridal style again. You two walked home and Jeff peppered your face with kisses the entire time, telling you how pretty you are. He made sure to also let you know that you’re his, multiple times.

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HOSTAGE : ticci toby one-shot

notes: i wrote this at work while bored, it’s so stinky and short. BUT ENJOY

cw: swearing, stockholm syndrome (?)

You and Toby stayed in a small house miles from anybody. Truth is, Toby stayed there and you were his “guest”.

Toby kept you in a bland room, there was a window with a view of dark trees, a small closet that held nothing, a bed of dust, a wooden chair, and you, with rope around your limbs to keep you from moving.

Minutes passed like years, you had nothing else to do but imagine a better life for yourself. A life where you hadn’t been taken by a man and forced to be his pet. Toby never harmed you, he’d talk to you about his life. Something about that situation was incredibly sad for both parties. You realized early-on that Toby just wanted a friend but his perception of friendships was skewed, that’s why you’re tied up.

You lowered your head until deep footsteps sounded from down the hallway. You sighed, Toby’s back and wants to see you. This part was important, you weren’t allowed to comment on his stories, you could only nod your head or listen to him in still silence. The door to your room carefully opened and Toby peeked his head inside.

“Hey.”

Why did he always talk so casually as if you’re not a hostage? He should’ve killed you by now and in some odd way you felt that today was the day.

Toby pulled up a chair to sit in front of you. His hair is matted and messy, his eyes are sunken in and show no emotion, his clothes are bloody and mudded, his mouth guard is hung around his neck and his cheek scar is disturbingly distracting.

“How are you?” He smiled wide with a small chuckle.

You stared at him in disbelief. Is he serious? He never asks you questions. Does he expect you to reply? He just watched you, looking at you with that damn smile.

“Come on. Speak.” His stern tone made you shake.

“I’m fine.” You stuttered out. That’s the first time in months that you’ve spoken. Your voice was hoarse and sounded unknown to you. The silence was thick and your breaths were heavy. He just looked at you.

“Okay. Good.” He never took his eyes off of you. You felt like a lab animal in his presence. He could do anything to you and no one would know. Does anyone know you’re here? Does anyone care?

“I always wonder what you’re thinking.” His smile fell.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. I couldn’t fucking focus on my kill earlier, you were the only thing on my mind.” He ran his hands through his hair with a groan. The frustration lingering on him was intense, it filled the air around you. You were afraid to make your presence known, but you were fighting off the urge to speak.

“You’re terrified of me and I think I love you. How fucked is that?” He laughed loudly. You shrunk, you wanted so badly to run. Your breaths quickened and his words echoed in your head. What the fuck is he talking about? Is this some sick joke?

“I’m being serious, you know?” His eyes met yours and his voice softened. He must’ve taken notice of your panicked state. You quickly looked down at your legs and felt heat rush to your cheeks. This had to be the most fucked situation ever. What kind of kidnapper falls in love with their hostage?

In the middle of thought, you felt a gentle touch on your chin. Toby carefully guided your view up to look at him. Your eyes studied Toby carefully. This was the first time you’d take notice of his freckles, his cracked lips, the scars that decorated his face, and his deep brown eyes. Right now, he looked at you with a certain softness.

“No.” You croaked. You squirmed against the rope.

“What?” He looked at you blankly. You couldn’t find emotion in him. Anger? Dejection?

“Toby, no. This isn’t right.” You stared so far into his eyes, you could fall. A certain heat started to rise in you, maybe it began from the frustration you felt of being locked in a serial killer’s house for months. You wanted him to know how you felt.

“You can’t kidnap me, tie me up then leave me to rot inside of a room for months! Then to come to me and tell me you love me? What kind of sick weirdo are you?” You breathed, deep. Toby just looked at you with big eyes. It felt good to talk and even better to tell Toby off.

Toby furrowed his thick brows, he was clearly thinking about something. You tilted your head in confusion. You knew barely anything about this guy, he could be thinking of how to kill you right now. You looked down at your legs again, but this time you were readying yourself for death. Toby quickly put a hand out to cup your cheek and tilt your head up. In a matter of seconds, Toby leaned in and his lips found yours. Nothing about this was right but it didn’t feel wrong. You slowly leaned into the kiss until Toby pulled away.

“Forgive me. Please.” Toby finally spoke. His apology was demanding.

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brian.... hi

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thinking about biker!ticci-toby omgomg

someone pls hear me out

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my new favorite genre of movie villain is "guy who live streams"

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Doodle animation of Toby throwing hatchet

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some gifs of robbie i made 💌

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sad teenager 🤝 finding comfort in characters that are meant to be horrifying

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he’s just like me fr

bruce hitting alfred w “you’re not my dad” immediately after turning down his Nirvana playlist while residual eye makeup runs down his face within the first twenty minutes of the film. at last. an adaptation that truly Gets Him

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ditty what kind of kinks do you think dano riddler has? 👀

Yass!! I am EXTREMELY happy someone asked this because I've been thinking about it all weekend lmao. So, let's get down to it:

Voyeurism (& Masturbation). Eddie loves to watch his partner touch themselves. It provides him with a delightful feeling of shame and power which drives him wild, particularly if he can feed them instructions to follow. He loves to watch what makes them tick and apply that knowledge later.

Praise (& Body Worship). I think it goes without saying that most Riddler takes have somewhat of a praise kink and this Eddie is no different. Positive regard has been lacking in his life and so he finds body worship very overwhelming and it frazzles his touch-starved brain. He will reciprocate both though as he gets obsessive quickly.

Mask Kink (& Gags). He loves wearing his mask during sex as it allows him to unleash his inhibitions in a way that he struggles with when the mask isn't on. The discomfort of the material only adds to his enjoyment of it as it focuses his mind. He dislikes blocking his partners sight but he loves having control of their mouth by using a gag; be it a ring gag, spider gag, cloth, or good old duct tape etc.

BDSM. Edward Nashton is a willing submissive to a partner he trusts and he craves attention and positive regard. He's not hugely masochistic or fond of degradation but he does enjoy allowing someone he trusts to show their appreciation of him. HOWEVER, when the mood takes him (and particularly when he's wearing his mask) he also has a mean dom streak which demands total submission or he will punish his partner through the use of restraints and orgasm denial. Not huge on painplay in a sexual sense so he doesn't tend to resort to physical punishment.

Restraints. See above, but I will add that he is very fond of using his trusty duct tape to bind his partner. He will be careful with it though as the intent isn't to cause any real damage to their skin.

Face slapping (& Hair Pulling). These are the main exceptions to the "not a huge masochist" point. Face slapping is his punishment of choice for himself as he loves the rush of adrenaline it gives and how it makes his head swim. Not too violently though, he had no desire to be brutalised but a mild slap or hair pull can make him moan like a whore.

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OH, YOU’RE REALLY NOT AS SMART AS I THOUGHT YOU WERE.

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I just ordered a slice of pumpkin pie.