#practice and allat

[morickkk]

I finally did them.....

[mishapeesha]

sorry!

please enjoy another messy cas sketch

[unclassedguy]

Sukuna and Yuji use public transportation

[cillyscribbles]

a paper examining national pride in cats would go so fucking hard

[apolsup]

A quick thing I thought about, mostly as an excuse to have Fred change his form a little

Más d cerca ig ↓

Yes that is his halloween costume, yes he wears his costumes every day during all of october

- freddyyy, wake up!

+ugh, what do you want?

- what do you mean with "what do you want"??? Today begins the best month ever!!! The month of horror, witchcraft, the paranormal (like me!), and candy! OCTOBER!!!!

+ ah, its the first of october

-yep. Ta-dah!

[divineabyssflower]

Heard someone in front describe Aglaea’s (/sys) presence as “making me feel like my emotional walls are crumbling and it’s safe to open up to her” hello??? What in the romance???

[bigeloo]

The more I learn about the emperor the more I want to kill that fucker with hammers

[nicomoon69]

the only one thats appropriately dressed tbh, the rest are going to look like sluts in comparison 😭😭

[motivation-ga-shinderu]

hyness or something

[jaurstus]

another tsumugi from enstar sketch yayayayayy

i spent 3 miliseconds on this but like and retweet hit the bell and share this with your family and pass it on as a family heirloom double it and give it to the next person anyway for more tsuboobgi ☝️😻

[electrocution-hazard]

*Listen to me. We are not kissing him. We’re not kissing a murderer, a con man, you think this will be a one time thing but we can’t go back. He’s going to have us wrapped around his finger.

They lay in bed on their side, Eris's words ringing in their skull. They clutch their throat. The bruising is long gone, but the message it sent lingers. They'd have to upend their whole life to cut those memories out. They don't have the ability to do that, anymore. They can't keep running. Why do they keep putting their life in the hands of the worst people? They sit upright, and saunter out of their bed. "You know what? Fuck you," they grab their stores of birth control--that is, the small silvery package they keep at their bedside. "Fuck you, Eris." They pull a safe out from under their bed-frame. It's small, grey, nondescript. They punch in the combination to open it. Eros drops in the package of pills. They slam the safe shut and shove it back under the bed, it landing just out of arm's reach. "God forbid I get over someone, right? God forbid I want a life better than this? God forbid I give a damn about someone who isn't myself? I don't even kiss people--you'd know that if you actually knew me!" "If my life gets ruined, it's your fault. I hope this is what you fucking wanted."

[yintous]

party 4 u

❪ masterlist ❫ · out of character (or not) things the batboys did while being head over heels for you ⸝⸝⸝ crackfic ノ situationship hcs

🗒️ not proofread, more content under the cut ; VERY SATIRE. inspired by my sweeter than honey work and stupid things i did for my ex-situationship

DICK GRAYSON

wholeheartedly cussed out a barista inside his head when he saw them subtly flirting with you at the cashier

when his jealousy is mild he’s like “oh my god. i hope they slip on a drink and ruin that stupidly clean apron.” or “i can make a better latte! (name) just hasn’t seen it yet 🙄”

and he actually did learn how to make a better latte—that resulted in you visiting his apartment for morning coffee (when you went home he turned to the sky and absorbed the sunlight. eyes closed and everything out of pure gratitude)

started journaling whenever he got impulsively jealous and frustrated over the unlabeled relationship and somehow it always ends up being a love letter to you???

when he senses your presence, he gives himself five seconds to fix his hair and practice a charming smile before facing you 😭😭😭 atp it’s a habit he can never get rid of

you once saw him smiling weirdly at a mirror when he thought you weren’t looking (he was trying to see what the best smile was…..literally scrolled abt the types of smiles people have before it all) and you had to resist the urge to outright giggle

JASON TODD

listened to radiohead’s whole discography when he first got jealous while glaring at his ceiling, arms crossed and everything

his brooding got ruined when his earphones started glitching and he had to hold one of them at a specific angle so both of them would have audio

brushes his bangs back whenever he sighs at the thought of you (you literally cannot leave his brain). he brushed his hair back so often you thought he suddenly started liking slickbacks

scrolled through a comment section full of people that were ranting abt the annoying stuff their partners do and made a vow to himself to never do the things mentioned to you

goons CANNOT get away from him when he’s having a day wherein he got jealous over someone else flirting with you 😭 and after allat beating up and shooting the said goons, he acts like nothing happened

as in he literally texts you a “good evening” text and asked if you were free for dinner (it was two am)

TIM DRAKE

he felt like he was in a bad romcom. desperate times call for desperate measures i fear 💔 tried to analyze your body language to somehow read your mind/feelings toward him (he got 0 sleep that day)

wasn’t a believer in astrology but proceeded to analyze his and your birth chart to see if you guys would fit (he somehow found your documents)

tried the “triangle method” on you where he looks to your left eye, then your right, then to your lips—and was genuinely confused when YOU looked confused

you overheard him ranting to himself about your situationship. he was putting a lot of emotion into it

(sometimes he literally mumbles in ANGER abt it when he sleeps)

tried to deepen his voice around you (esp during the times where you two banter) but it did nothing but make the mood awkward (grew the habit of sending vms instead of text messages while deepening his voice bc he thought it’ll make you like him more)

DUKE THOMAS

bit a little too hard on your bottom lip while kissing you

he could’ve sworn he saw the grim reaper because of how embarrassed he was when he heard your noise of pain LIKE 💔💔 every time he closes his eyes, he sees it happening again

like jason, his charger instead of his earphones broke while texting you so he had to angle his phone a certain way while trying to keep up a convo with you

to make it even worse, it was overheating and all too 🥀🥀🥀 in the back of his mind he could already see the image of his phone exploding right in front of him but he still didn’t gaf and continued texting you

was lowkey obsessed with your perfume and hated the push-and-pull situationship thing so when you were away from him, he went on a whole perfume hunt

and the salespeople who assisted him were so?? confused?? because of how specific his description was??? and the description felt targeted to a certain someone instead of it being about an actual perfume??

DAMIAN WAYNE

dedicates every art he’s consumed to you OR gets inspired by said art to create something similar to the media that was presented to him

once wrote a romeo and juliet piece but it was yours and his version of it with no death or wtv (he made one of the lines from the story his wallpaper)

made a 100 excuses about needing to learn body anatomy so you’d get the hint and FINALLY let him use your appearance to study anatomy (he needed an excuse to look at you more without getting teased)

overheard that you liked ear piercings on guys so he pierced himself while half asleep in his bathroom

he would’ve regretted it if he didn’t catch your eyes wandering to the new piercing the morning after

impulsively carved your name on his sword and he is NOT hearing the end of it from his family at all

© yintous do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai.

[supernova2510]

bashes head into the wall

[slutla]

warnings: slightly nsfw, breast fondling, reader has sensitive nipples, bathing together, established relationships, mark grayson, suggestive but not any actual penetration. fem! reader. usage of pet names. body worship kinda. fluff.

an: minors n allat dni. i’ve been busy lately so consider this a filler post for now :3 i’ll b back soon tho trust

The water sloshes, licking at porcelain as you shift, easing back until your spine meets the warmth of his chest. It’s a squeeze, his body takes up most of the tub but you fold yourself into the space like you belong there, legs brushing his. Bubbles cling to your skin in soft, quiet clusters, catching light, catching breath.

He looks down at you, small and soft between his thighs, spine arched just right. Your ass rests where it fits too perfectly, breasts rising all delicate and proud with each breath. There’s a smile tugging at his mouth—lazy, fond. The water is hot, steam curling into the air like breath, thick with the hush of lavender.

“Mark, can you wash my hair?” you say, voice flat, no question in it, more command than request. No sugarcoating it. He was already planning to anyway.

He’s quick with it, no hesitation. Palms slick with too much shampoo, bubbles frothed between his fingers as he leans in, working it into your scalp. His touch stays focused at first—slow, methodical—like he’s trying to memorize every strand on your perfect little head. Fingers move with quiet intent, circling your scalp just right.

You sigh, eyes fluttering shut, warm and satisfied, letting him take care of you. You figure you could fall asleep like this; his fingers dragging lazy circles through your hair, the rhythm slow and lulling. Your back is bare against his chest, solid and burning-warm, muscle and skin pressed close like he’s trying to mold around you. Everything smells like lavender and steam and him.

But then his hands drift. Absent-minded, like they’ve forgotten where they’re supposed to stop—sliding down the nape of your neck, skimming your throat, tracing the soft line of your collarbones. Then lower… fingers ghosting across your breasts, unhurried.

His hands cup your tits, tender and slick, water beading over them like you’re made of something delicate.

“Mark…?” you say, mock suspicion in your voice. Not cautious—curious. Like, where exactly is this going?

He grins, all lazy charm. “What?” he says, innocent as sin. “I’m just tryna wash ’em for you, baby.”

They’re heavy in his hands, water trickling down their curves like liquid diamonds, catching the dim light. They’re pretty, real pretty and you know it. So does Mark. The way his eyes darken, the way his thumbs start to move in slow, deliberate circles, tells you everything.

He drags the last of the soap across your chest, rough palms kneading gently, pulling a gasp from your lips. The water trembles, ripples fanning out as you jolt under his touch.

His fingers don’t stop, working in a quiet rhythm, circling your nipples, now hard and aching beneath the slip of soap. “They’re so perfect,” he mutters, voice low, like he’s talking more to himself than you. You squirm, thighs pressing together beneath the water, trying to keep it together—but it’s no use.

His thumbs flick your peaks again—teasing. A soft moan spills from your mouth, raw, helpless. You feel his chest rumble against your back, a quiet laugh that says he’s loving this.

You roll your eyes, annoyed. “Y’know ‘s not funny, at all. You’re gonna lose privileges.”

He leans in a little closer, his breath against your cheek, playful and warm. “Privileges, huh?” His voice is teasing, but there’s something deeper laced into it—something that makes your heart trip.

“What kind of privileges are we talking about?”

You can practically feel the smirk on his lips without looking. That mix of cocky and sweet that drives you a little mad. You turn, just enough to meet his eyes.

“The kind you definitely don’t want to lose,” you murmur, tone still playful—but there’s weight behind it now. Something unspoken, soft and electric between you both.

[satrs]

A/N; working on alll of ur requests rn sweeties!!! It's gonna take me a good while tho, so here is a lil sum sum I wrote abt the guys sum time ago ^^ Hope u enjoy my late night yapping and plzzzz be patient with meeee, I didn't forget ur requests my lovelys!!!

Random/unpopular headcanons of Weird stuff they do! (MDNI! SFW ans NSFW)

ZAYNE

SFW

Drink his coffee HORENDOUSLY. It looks like a brew straight out of hell. Honestly, it’s closer to motor oil than anything drinkable.

Eats like a pregnant woman with the wildest cravings. I’m convinced he mixes sweets with damn near everything, pickles with ice cream, shit like that.

Uhhh, I also think he’s messy??? Like, his house looks tidy at first glance— floors clean, dishes done, nothing crazy. But if you actually live with him, you realize he doesn’t have time to handle allat!!! There’s always clothes flying around, jackets tossed over chairs, hoodies crumpled on the couch, random socks disappearing into the void. Not necessarily dirty clothes, just... clothes littered across the house. It's like he tries to stay organized, but life moves too fast and the laundry pile moves faster.

NSFW

Tries to optimize things. It's kinda weird but also hot??? "What if we adjust the angle by 12 degrees—oh. Oh, that's better."

One time, he came with one hand on the wall like a man in mourning and didn't say a word, just stood there. (Post-nut trauma pose lmaooo)

Looses track of time when he's with u. You've been at it for 3 hours with barely any break before he realized that he has 2 hours of sleep left before he has to get up for work. But he'll worry about that in the morning.

He's giving you a clinical review when you ride him. "Your pelvic tilt just now was exceptional. Ten out of ten."

SYLUS

Bro im ngl… i feel like he's a hoarder. Antique stuff probs like old pennies from 1500s or sum shi.

Props a history nerd on the low. Knows every event ever happening around the word from the stone age to modern times. (Rants to you about them sometimes)

Caffeine Dependency, But in odddd forms.He refuses to drink normal coffee so, instead, he's obsessed with fancy stuff like matcha lattes, cold brew espresso, or even herbal teas that are supposed to enhance mental focus. If you catch him on a "bad caffeine day," you'll see him get irritated if he had to settle for a drink that doesn't meet his exacting standards (He's gonna pull out the glock ain't he).

NSFW

Discovered his wax kink one time when candle wax happend to drip on him turing sexy time, and he moaned so loud it scared you. That's when you both began to involve wax as a main actor during the act more often.

Oh he's soooo horny when you patch him up after a deal gone wrong. Grows soooo hard when you're shocked self runs up to his all bloodied form:(( Just such big baby and a suckerrr for your nursing skills!!!

Guns are everywhere. Like, casually. Sometimes there's one just sitting on the nightstand, loaded, of course— the barrel practically staring at you while he's fucking you. It's kinda terrifying if you think about it too hard.

Okay, hear me out!!!! When he's really exhausted, like dead-on-his-feet exhausted, he comes home, takes a quick, half-awake shower, then just slumps onto the bed, still wet, still half-dressed, a lit cigar hanging from his lips as you ride him. He's barely doing anything, just lying there with this lazy, heavy-lidded look, letting you use him however you want. Smoke curling up toward the ceiling, his body all warm and loose under your hands. It’s messy, raw, and honestly addicting if you admit.

CALEB

SFW

Constantly challenges himself to do backflips in inappropriate places. "Bet I can flip off this railing" No, Caleb. You can't. But he does it anyway(urghhh). It's even grown to a point that he makes a quick backflip when you two meet up as agreeting mane. It's sooo embarrassing when the bystanders eye him but he thinks it's soooo cold LMAOOO

Caleb still doesn't know how to use a lot of things properly. He'll try to fix things around the house and end up breaking them worse than they were. You'll catch him watching YouTube tutorials, struggling with the basics of cooking, or just trying to figure out how something works.

NSFW

Tries to make you laugh mid-stroke. Literally says stuff like "What would you do if I'd start moonwalking right now?" You're crying laughing while he's still inside you.

He high fives you after sex. Every damn time. Yep. Its canon bc i said so!

Treats you on top as if he's ur personal trainer. "Yeahhh, get those megan-kness working. One, two, three— heyheyhey you gotta put your legs into it!“

XAVIER

SFW

Despite him sleeping so damn much, I feel like hes a light sleeper. If you move away slightly his eyes shoot open bruh. (They also glow in the dark and scare the shit out of you when ypu come back to the room after taking a piss)

Incredible memory for faces, but not names. He can remember every single detail about a person's face—the way they looked when they smiled, the exact way they tilted their head during conversation—but when it comes to their names? Not a clue. He js couldn't give less of a fuck.

Always late for your dates. At least half an hour. Not bc he's been sleeping but because he's so slowww man! You're so mad bc you can't teleport like a certain someone cough cough, but still manage to show up on time!!! And when he shows up he acts so innocent and clueless as if you didn't wait for him for half an hour.

NSFW

Thinks it's soooo sexy when you scold him. Say his full name with force and he's rock solidddd 'm tellin youuuu!!!

Always insists on so much foreplay it's frustrating. Don't get me wrong it's sexy! ....until it's been 45 minutes and you’re still begging for him to finally put it in.

Has a thing for u playing with his hair, especially if you pull it when he's eatin you out. But even if you just genuinely move it out of his face after a heated make-out shesh, he whines as if you got his dick in a headlock (you do).

RAFAYEL

Props has a journal and draws little doodles of you next to his entry of the day!! When he's feeling espacially romantic, he'll begin with a small doodle but get lost in it end end up drawing the most breathtaking portrait of you. He hides the journal too, a bit too embarrassed to show you his rambles of how much in love he is with you. Yeahhh for his eyes only!

Rafayel is full of bizarre superstitions. He's the type to refuse to walk under a ladder, always carries a lucky charm, and insists that everything happens for a reason. If you spill salt, you're definitely going to have to throw it over your left shoulder. Was a literal sea god but bad luck are the most of his worries ig...

His desk is a mess, but somehow everything is in its right place. Papers are scattered everywhere, but you can not touch them. He has his own chaotic filing system, and God help you if you try to reorganize anything.

NSFW

Sucker for you when ur in heels. I dare you to step on his foot by accident in heels!!(he almost came in his pants). Loves to fuck you in heels from that point onwards.

Ok so this is ridiculous but I have this headcanon that you both made out in the ocean once and got so into it that you didn't notice rafayel turned into a merman until his fishtail grazed your legs and you fucking screamed for your life. He had to make it up with some sloppy toppy head underwater ofc!!!

Will literally stop mid stroke to get his sketchbook and sketch you when he has the urge to capture your beautiful form splawed out for him. Like, this is for him, like.... oh my godddd yu're so perfect???

[rheas-ripley]

this edible is kicking my ass & i can’t stop thinking abt “just the tip” w jey 😵‍💫😩

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“not even the tip, mama?” jey whispered, borderline whined, into your neck, pressing a few kisses there. he wasn’t even supposed to be curled up in your sheets tonight and yall definitely weren’t supposed to be fucking. your ex just couldn’t help it though, he missed you!

you sighed as his breath fanned against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. your resolve was slowly beginning to crumble but you still wanted to make it hard for him. you knew that yall would end up fucking tonight anyway. as soon as he came to your house wearing a black wife beater you knew he meant business. “we can’t,” you spoke, your voice faltering slightly, “i got work in the morning.”

jey pulled back for a second and looked at you like you had just said ‘fuck waffle house’. “call out and i’ll give you twice as much you would make in a day,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the word. “you know i gotchu, mama.”

with the roll of your eyes, you let out a faint, “just the tip, right?” you spoke even though you know he wouldn’t be able to do it. it turned you on to hear him lose control and let his body take over. something about the way he let

in a swift movement, jey yanked your panties down and lined himself up with your entrance. “just the tip, baby, promise,” he mumbled out, not even believing himself. jey let out a low groan as he slowly pushed the tip of his dick inside of you. “pussy so good,” he whispered more to himself, “you were made for me, mama.”

“shitttt,” you sighed out, suddenly wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. you wanted to see just how much it would take to make him lose control. deciding to tease him a little more, you clenched around his tip ever so slightly.

“don’t be doing allat, ma,” he half-chuckled, half-moaned, “ima fuck you so hard and nut all in this, keep playing wimme,” his lewd words only deepened your need for him and he could tell. feeling the rush of wetness your pussy formed from his words made him want to lose control completely.

“yeah, fuck allat,” jey huffed and quickly grabbed your neck, placing his other hand on your waist to steady you. “i was gon be respectful but you keep playing wimme,” he said into your ear, squeezing at your throat slightly.

before you could even say anything, jey’s hips snapped into yours leaving you no time to adjust. his pace was fast, you could feel really just how pent up he was. he really did miss you. “oh my goddd,” was all you could moan out. the way jey was looking into your eyes paired with the way his hips were snapping into yours was all too pleasurable for you.

“i know, baby, i know,” he cooed with faux concern. “m’sorry this pussy jus’ too good for me to only put the tip in, mama,” he practically moaned, his hips still harshly trashing against yours. “you like this shit, though, don’t you?”

you both knew that you did. this was becoming a routine for y’all and as much as it unhealthy, it was also fun as fuck. “i love that shit,” you slurred, drunk on pleasure. “love it so muchhh.”

“good because we fucking until the sun come up.”