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enden-k · 2 days
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hey i'm sure this is nothing new but i am OBSESSED with the way you draw alhaitham's face specifically (his lower parts are of course pretty too but yknow, HIS FACE). you draw him so unbearably pretty i start chewing the metal bars of my enclosure every time i see him
thanks!!!!! drawing his face is my fav part AHAHAH im happy you like it heheh (prettiest man ever to me fr)
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lottee-e · 4 months
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My sketchbook lately 💕🌷🌸
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halfa-failure · 2 months
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muah
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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year
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mrs ma’am… dick pic jason todd is driving me up the WALL!!! please a spare crumb of our idiots 🙏🙏
they're back!! i was having withdrawal symptoms from not writing them for so long. this turned out smuttier than i intended. whoops.
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He’s bored.
The constant string of messages serves as a concrete confirmation that he’s got too much time on his hands and that his mind has started to wander.
Part of you doesn’t mind. It’s nice to have a distraction from the last minute birthday party bustling around you. But that other part of you–that almost constantly nervous part–is wondering what exactly he’s up to.
Leave him alone for too long and he turns into something mischievous.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s found himself pulling a prank just because he’s nothing else to do.
First it was wrapping everything in your bedroom in tin foil. Second it was replacing all the photos in your apartment with pictures of Bob Ross. And the last prank he pulled was moving every single piece of furniture an inch to the left.
Your toes remind you of the pain that last prank caused and you’re quickly worried about what he might have planned this time.
It wouldn’t surprise you if he stole every single fork from your apartment and hid them in a stupid place. Hell, it wouldn’t faze you if you came home to find he’s changed the locks.
But you’re not expecting him to send you a photo.
The notification flashes up at the top of your screen and there’s a quick, sudden skip of your heart. You’ve found that it does that a lot lately when it comes to Jason. Found that there’s some niggling emotion you can’t quite unravel blooming behind your ribs.
He makes you nervous.
Hiding your phone from view you duck into a more quiet area of the party and open the message. A soft whine stumbles out from behind your teeth and you feel relentless heat kickstart in your gut.
He’s sprawled out on your bed.
And he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock.
Your mouth drops open and you almost start drooling at the sight of him. Between your legs aches and for a split second, you wonder if you could get away with rubbing one out right here. The fabric of your underwear starts getting damp, you feel it stick to the wet lips of your pussy and it’s just another sensation driving you half insane.
Jason’s hand can barely fit around his cock. The tips of his fingers almost don’t meet and you glance at your own hand, now filled with the knowledge that you would need to use both hands to jerk him off.
The head is flushed a deep red and the photo catches the slick shine of precum beading up from his slit. You want to taste him. You want him to taste you. Part of you can hardly breathe.
You: are you seriously jerking off in my fucking bed?? Jay: yup Jay: its a shame you're at that party Jay: i could've given you a show
An idea sparks white hot in your brain and there’s the edge of a smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth.
You: send me a video You: wanna watch you
Jason doesn’t reply and you shift from foot to foot. Impatient. Horny. Rubbing your thighs together to try and starve off the ache in your cunt, your eyes lock on the sign for the bathroom. Throwing a precautionary glance around you, you shift and beeline for the door, thankful that there’s no one lingering in the hall.
Locking yourself in a stall at the end you close the toilet seat and sit down, fingers drumming across your thigh.
Jay: sent a video
Opening it up you’re immediately greeted with a choked off moan. The camera shakes for the smallest second before it focuses and you feel yourself tighten up, feel your pussy leak an embarrassing amount of arousal into your underwear.
Stroking his cock from base to tip Jason’s hips kick up to meet his hand. All the muscles in his abdomen catch and release and the flex of them makes you sweat. Thick veins run up the underside of his shaft and when Jason drags his fingers over them, he twitches, cock slapping against his belly.
Spitting into his palm Jason fists the leaking tip and you watch as his spit runs down the length of him before dribbling over his balls. Squeezing at the head he groans and you whimper in response.
Fucking up into his tight fist you hear the wet squelch it makes and then, ever so softly, Jason says your name.
The video cuts off and you tip your head back.
You: you're trying to kill me aren't you?? You: all this because i ate the last of your cereal You: you should be ashamed
The bathroom door slams open and multiple giggling voices echo when your name is called out, “Are you in here? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. We’re cutting the cake, come on!”
“Yeah, I'm here. Give me a second.” You answer, trying to keep your voice level, even.
You: you're meeting me once this party is over right?? You: i'll save you some cake Jay: text me when you’re ready to leave and i’ll meet you outside Jay: i expect two pieces minimum to make up for eating my cereal Jay: anything less than that and i’ll remove all the towels from your apartment You: fuck you Todd You: also thanks for the video you look really pretty jerking off You: double also if you leave a mess on my bed i’ll kill you You:  🔪🔪🔪
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mushtoons · 6 months
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I have a doodle request, Simon and ice king watching Cheers
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they're so found family to us
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nymphaforesta · 1 year
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i’m both good and evil 🖤🩹
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yooo-lets-go · 11 months
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In my family, there's a tradition of naming our cars. The other day my dad asked what I named mine and I wasn't really paying attention so without thinking I went "Roach" because I had just been looking at your Roach art and was falling in love.
He got so offended, he was like "but, you love that car! You got upset when I had to borrow it for like a month!"
And I just had to awkwardly explain, "Nah, Roach is the nickname for one of my favorite fictional characters. It's endearing!"
Him, visibly distraught: "Why is his name Roach??"
Me: "I dunno, it just is. He's Bug Boy."
Dad: *more confusion*
Me: "It's about vibes, Dad."
Dad: *smiles at me as he holds back laughter* You are a special breed, kiddo
So, yeah, it's your fault my car is now named "Roach" (affectionately)
Wow this is cute 🥹
I take full responsibility for your cars name, very good
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🥹 thats so nice, thanks! I really feel appreciated💕
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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Some Matsus
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boopshoops · 2 months
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My part of an art trade with @fruixtii!! Here's her OC Yuzu with Malleus :D Getting some nice drinks at Diasomnia 💚
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Hope you enjoy :D
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quazart · 7 months
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Saw a thing on tiktok. Decided to draw the Wachowski parents doing it with their boys😆
Little surprise spin for the boys💕💕
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mejcinta · 4 months
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the character their biggest fan
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tenitchyfingers · 1 year
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The thing I enjoy the most about Willow is that it feels exactly like what fantasy stories felt like to me when I was a child. Not overly-complicated political realistic bullshit, it doesn’t take itself too seriously either
It’s just purely classic fantasy, it’s all about magic and a multiple heroes’ journey, and it’s got the whimsy of fantasy. You just know the story will have a happy ending, and it’s already comforting and already feels fun and nice to watch because you don’t have to expect massive tragedies or a bad end. And yes, I love happy endings in movies. At least in my escapism, I want to be happy. I want to spend these few hours legit having a good time. Willow always gave me that, and it’s giving me that now. ❤️
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lottee-e · 4 months
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🎀More of my silly little sketchbook drawings 🎀
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themintman · 5 months
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Someone kiss this fine gentleman on the cheek before i do.
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dxckgrxsonx · 1 year
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The dick pic storyline is driving me absolutely feral, I need more, my love. Please, I am on my knees begging you 🙇‍♀️ 🙏
im chewing my laptop and maybe committing a few crimes because of the feelings. they're going to fuck eventually i swear!!
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Sunlight yawns bright and weightless over the horizon, dawn dappled in lazy diluted watercolour brushstrokes.
Bronze scatters across the sky, endless wavelengths of vibrant colour sliding seamlessly into the other; gold hooks into blue and smudges talented fingers into the soft line of pink.
It’s been a long time since you’ve seen the blinding curve of the sun in the morning. You’ve missed the quiet plethora of colour. The silence. The absence of responsibility.
Watching the dawn break over the horizon is easy, it’s beautiful; makes you want to swallow the world whole.
You think of Jason and how sometimes, when you really make him smile, you get the same endless feeling in your chest.
“I don’t remember you being here when I went to bed.” Jason rumbles as soon as he spots you standing by the window, voice thick and lazy with sleep. He rubs a hand through his hair, confusion thumbing gently against the tired lines of his face. “More importantly, I can’t remember the last time you were up this early. Everything okay? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?”
Your smile is automatic, reflective.
“I don’t need you to beat anyone up for me. I can do it myself.” Jason wanders forwards, steps eerily silent, and grabs you from behind, tucks you soft and warm against his chest. His fingers interlock against your stomach, trapping you in place, and you tip your head back to look at him.
Jason meets your gaze and doesn’t let go. It’s almost unnerving having his undivided attention. You find that you’re suddenly unsure.
It feels like the ground is shifting under your feet, feels like a fracture, a planetary faultline; like if you take one wrong step the floor will simply open right up, leave you falling into a hole with no bottom.
The look on his face is sleepy and thoughtful, you see him swallow.
“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to.” Jason says after a careful silence. Pressing his mouth to the crown of your head he mumbles into your hair, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”
Your heart swells in your chest and you think of how goddamn lucky you are to have him as your best friend.
“Oh good.” You sigh, relieved. “Because the real reason I’m here is because there’s this spider in my apartment and I think it wants to kill me.”
Jason laughs softly against the top of your head and then ducks down to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, “I’ll get my gun.”
“Breakfast first?” You choke, shivering at the feel of his lips so close to your pulse point.
“You just want free food from me don’t you?” Jason grins, teeth scraping the thin, sensitive skin under your ear. Your stomach flips, excitement snaking thick down your spine. Part of you thinks he knows exactly what he’s doing, and thinks he’s doing it on purpose.
“Well,” You admit, “I do love your cooking.”
Shuffling out of his hold when the sensation of his mouth against your neck becomes unbearable, you turn and finally settle your attention firmly on the chaotic mess of Jason’s hair. Strands stick up at odd angles from where he’s slept, soft curls knotted together on the side of his head above his ear. He looks dishevelled.
He looks unbearably domestic.
You feel suddenly fond, maybe even warm. But not in the same way you get when he sends you a video, or a photo. It’s different. It’s softer. Almost like stumbling into a patch of warm sun when you’re just starting to feel cold.
Unexpected. Comforting.
Jason yawns and stretches his arms above his head. The thick curve of his biceps catch your eye and you’re reminded of his strength, of how utterly big he is.
The sleeves of his t-shirt pull tight over the muscle and there’s something almost unhinged tugging at your ribs, wanting you desperately to sink your teeth into him.
A relieved little groan slips out of his pretty mouth when his shoulder cracks and you respond with an almost silent whine.
Glancing down you watch as his shirt starts to ride up, exposing a thin strip of warm skin. The sight of his tummy makes you lightheaded, makes you press your tongue to the backs of your teeth.
Dragging the tips of your fingers over his exposed stomach Jason sucks in a sharp breath. It’s almost like a flinch with the way his entire abdomen tightens up, muscles preparing for a hit you would never land.
It reminds you that not everyone touches him with the intent of gentle, almost innocent exploration. Even worse: it reminds you that the action is so well ingrained in his head that he’s been hit there more than once; that he’s been hit enough that every touch there is expected to bring pain.
It fills you with a quiet sort of hurt.
It’s the same hurt you get when you catch sight of bruises scattering dark and heavy over his skin. When you see his knuckles swollen and discoloured. When you watch him move out of the corner of your eye and see him wince because he’s pulled at a still healing wound.
Endless. Agonising.
The pads of your fingers sweep slowly against his skin, tracing the dips and grooves of his navel. You brush lightly over multiple thick, angry lines of raised scar tissue and Jason makes a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat—the healed skin horribly sensitive—and you can’t ignore the way you ache between your legs.
There’s the slightest brush of his happy trail against the pad of your pointer finger and you follow it down until you meet the elastic of his sweatpants. Tucking your finger just underneath the waistband Jason’s abdomen flexes and he quickly clears his throat, making you look up.
His cheeks are flushed.
You realise a little too late that he’s not wearing anything underneath his sweats.
“Can I put my arms down now?”
“Only if you make me waffles.” You reply, removing your palm from his tummy. “And let me use your shower. And also maybe take a little nap with me.”
Jason sniggers, amused. “Anything else?”
Your eyes slant to his mouth.
You think of the nights spent having his head in your lap. Fighting over who gets the last bite of food. Playing hide and seek in the middle of the supermarket because it makes him laugh. You think of the silly way you send each other stupid selfies. The way he plays pranks on you when he’s bored.
You think of how when he’s hurt and bleeding out somewhere in Gotham he calls you, says your name in that quiet, revenant way he does when he’s scared; almost like calling your name will save him.
It would be so easy.
“Uhh–no, that’s it.” You manage to get out, voice thick, distracted. “But I'll let you know if I think of anything else.”
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cricket-mantis · 4 months
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SHOCKWAVE BBG
Senior year of HS is kicking me frr
My bday is also on the 27th !! 😇
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