#he’ll be there to stop it

[wintermav]

Wolverine being a confirmed boy kisser by Hugh Jackman.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

sometimes katsuki gets really dramatic (but let’s be fr when isn’t he) and acts like you ghosted him when you don’t respond to his texts in thirty minutes. not in a creepy way, just in a dramatic, needy way.

he’s not worried or anything, he checks his phone every few minutes to see if any texts from you have come in. it’s a force of habit, because you usually respond pretty quickly but after a while it gets a little weird. and then he sends you a text and another one and unconsciously he starts spamming you a bit. again, not in a creepy way. just an annoying needy whiny dramatic baby, way.

“what’s up, bakubro ? you keep checking your phone.” katsuki doesn’t look at kirishima, eyes glued to his phone when he just grunts out an “‘m fine.”

and then kaminari just has to open his big mouth. his voice playful as he speaks “uh oh, trouble in paradiseee~?” katsuki scoffs, telling the blonde to fuck off.

and he isn’t worried..not at all. until he thinks about it and maybe there was trouble in paradise ?? were you maybe ignoring him ? what’d he do ?

you look up from your notebook at the sound of your phone vibrating. oh, it’s katsuki ! you smile just seeing his contact pop up.

“hi, katsu !”

silence, no response. you try again.

“…hello ?”

you hear a scoff from the other end, and some shuffling before your boyfriend graces you with an answer. “look at your phone, you idiot.”

“hello, katsu.” you snort. “yeah, yeah. hi.” you can practically hear the roll of his eyes through the phone, you giggle and your boyfriend huffs through the speaker.

it’s then that you see the wall of texts from him “oh, did you text me ? my bad i was studying.”

there’s a faint sigh of relief “‘s fine.”

“were you worried ?” you tease.

“fuck no. just—“ a sudden pause then katsuki grumbles “answer my texts next time, moron. bye. don’t overdo it while studying or i’ll kill you.”

“meanie !” you giggle, and when he hangs up you send him a text.

we can study together next time, just so you don’t flip out again 💗😚

katsuki scoffs a mean laugh, then sends you a middle finger.

[knox-knocks]

nicky and aaron: when andrew’s on his meds he’s unhinged, but you haven’t seen him when he’s sober! he’s so much worse

andrew off his meds: *has clinical depression*

nicky and aaron: he’s craaazy

[peachversace]

[ sfw ] — dad!bakugou ; bakugou katsuki x reader

The sight before you is almost too much for your heart to handle.

Your daughter, barely big enough to sit on her own without wobbling, is perched in the middle of the couch, her tiny hands resting on her chubby knees as she stares at the television with wide, unblinking eyes. Her mouth is slightly open in a perfect little ‘O’ shape, pure fascination written across her soft, round features. The flickering colors of the screen reflect in her curious gaze as the high-energy theme song of All Might: The Animated Adventures blasts through the speakers.

And right next to her, sitting in an eerily similar position, is Katsuki.

Your massive, intimidating husband—Pro Hero Dynamight himself—sits with his arms crossed, one ankle resting over his knee, eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he watches the cartoon just as intently as your daughter. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his jaw clenched like he’s analyzing every frame, as if this children’s show is some kind of tactical training exercise. His red eyes gleam with an intensity that would make criminals tremble, but here? It’s just pure, unfiltered nerd energy.

The funniest part? They’re both completely serious about it.

Your daughter lets out an excited coo as the show picks up in action, her little hands clenching into fists as she bounces slightly in place. She babbles something incoherent, kicking her legs as she stares at the screen in awe.

And without missing a beat, Katsuki responds in a dead-serious tone, nodding slightly like he actually understands her, “Yeah, I know, kid. Next fight scene’s gonna be even cooler. I’ve watched this season, like, five fuckin’ times.”

You nearly choke on your laughter.

Katsuki doesn’t even glance your way; he’s too invested in the episode. His hand absentmindedly reaches out to rest on your daughter’s head, ruffling her soft hair as if she were one of his sidekicks, and she giggles in response, still glued to the screen. She looks so much like him in that moment—eyes blown wide, completely mesmerized by the action unfolding before her.

And really, it makes perfect sense. Of course she loves All Might cartoons. Of course she inherited her father’s nerdy obsession with heroes. She’s his daughter, through and through.

Your chest swells with warmth as you lean against the doorway, watching the two of them in their own little world.

“You two are ridiculous,” you tease, folding your arms as you shake your head.

Katsuki finally tears his eyes from the screen, tilting his head just enough to glare at you, though there’s no real heat behind it. “What’s ridiculous is that you ain’t joinin’ us.” He jerks his chin toward the couch, a wordless demand for you to come sit with them. “You know this shit’s good.”

Your daughter lets out another enthusiastic babble, waving her arms wildly, as if she’s backing him up.

You huff out a soft laugh, but there’s no resisting them—not when they both look so damn cute. You cross the room and plop down beside them, and the moment you do, Katsuki grumbles something under his breath before reaching over and yanking you closer, pulling you against his side with one strong arm.

“There,” he mutters gruffly. “Now we’re all watchin’ together.”

His hand stays firm on your thigh, thumb absentmindedly rubbing slow circles into your skin. It’s second nature for him—always touching, always holding, always pulling you close.

Your daughter claps her hands, seemingly thrilled by the turn of events, and then immediately turns her attention back to the screen as the fight scene begins.

And for the next few minutes, the living room is filled with nothing but the sound of over-the-top battle cries, explosions (animated ones, for once), and dramatic background music.

Katsuki grunts approvingly as the hero on screen lands a well-animated punch. Your daughter squeals in delight.

You can’t help but smile.

They really are your cute little nerds.

[zaronx]

This took me way too long. I’m tired.

MAG 101 was a ride, and to cope with the loss of my boy, I had to draw him being lost in a different way, earlier in time! Woo!

I can’t stop drawing Michael Shelley, he’s far too silly (I’m actively sobbing)

[satoblue]

ghost husband satoru who takes care of you even after his death . . .

whenever you lose track of your things, they suddenly appear on your kitchen counter. now, you might think you simply misplaced it and forgotten it there by accident without realizing — but satoru always had a habit of doing this whenever he noticed your keys or phone were somewhere he knew you’d have trouble searching for it so to make your life easier, he’d silently leave it in the one place (the counter) you were sure you’d find your lost items bc he was known to leave them there for you.

or at night, when you’re too exhausted, lids barely able to stay peeled open from drowsiness as you stumble into bed, kicking your slippers off every which way, forgetting to take your makeup off or just being too lazy to — somehow by the morning time your shoes are placed neatly right by your bed for your feet to easily find and slip into in order not to touch the cold floors, face clean of any residual products like someone had wiped it clean — just like satoru used to do for you everyday before he left for work.

it drove you absolutely insane. maybe you were imagining it and had memory loss. maybe you were doing these things without realizing just so you could cling to the idea of him just a little bit longer. your husband, your satoru — he was gone, so why were these things still happening?

[an-established-butt-dent]

One more piece titled 'going wild in procreate fueled by Solavellan angst'

I need Dreadwolf teasers like I need air

[internetb3by]

clark kent overstimulating the both of you when he does down on you because he just gets so pussy drunk. he’s doing this for himself, he loves taking care of you. in fact he loves for it. subconsciously rutting his leaking cock against the mattress as he laps at your clit. his much larger fingers stretching you out. and all you can do is take it. writhing against the mattress as he devours you.

[gammasquad]

Has Dan Mora ever drawn Slade? He should. He should draw 100 Slades all with different haircuts. That would fix me

[paper-cities]

[turtleblogatlast]

One of the funniest parts about the whole “Leo not giving Draxum any grace” idea is that Draxum is one of the ONLY notable older men in the show that Leo isn’t willing to give a proper second chance to OR really hear out in the first place.

No seriously it’s genuinely a Thing.

[annamationsart]

everyone loves talking about little jon in correlation to mr. spider but no one ever talks about how insufferable this kid was. i wouldn’t wish sitting next to him in class upon my worst enemy

[bruciemilf]

More art for the support department! Masaru AU :D

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 179

“Pa, there’s a weird lookin’ cat outside!” 

 -Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.  

[takestothesky]

thinking about how elves trance and don’t need a full eight hours of rest so in parties with him being the only elf, astarion has grown accustomed to a nightly routine. the fours he got to spend alone in the quiet night, probably hunting or reading.

then halsin joins

suddenly those four hours of “me time” are now also occupied by a large wood elf whittling ducks

[satoblue]

the idea of teen satoru contacting your clan to get your hand in marriage makes me so ill 💝