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[iztea]

awkward helicopter ride back home

[teafromthemicrowave]

I desperately crave John and Oscar art so i made John and Oscar art

Designs by @mx-paisley , this was supposed to be a normal artfight attack that is normally dear to me but well here we are, it's my boys, what did you expect.

[dixidin]

[o-mellowy]

Late valentines post from your favourite speedster 🧡

[deathdetermineslife]

guys if someone said something really mean to you that hurt your feelings your f/o would comfort you. or fight the person. or both.

[bumbleboyart]

sweatertown real

[exymybeloved]

Mori: I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”

Kouyou, looking over at Dazai and Chuuya tiredly: Is it “sexual tension”

[groovyfrog420]

You don't seem very grateful of the cake I made you, Pure Vanilla...

[merlin-s-tea-fortress]

hello. can you please draw soldier eating a burger thank you

yeah absolutely. burger

[averlym]

maxing daddy's credit card ✨

[mint-mango]

every day is narumitsu day if u just believe

[mysicklove-main]

Uzui Tengen is known for his dramatics. You knew that when you first decided to marry him, and have grown used to it with the years. His flashy appearance and bold words don't even phase you now. That's just who he is and who you came to love.

Until he gets sick. The dramatics pick up to a whole level you've never thought could occur. Of course if other people saw him that we're not you, or his other wives, he would pretend to be fine, grinning and showing off. But he would never let his lovers off the hook like that, it would be not flashy at all.

“I think it's time I say my final goodbye.”

You roll your eyes, placing a damp towel on his forehead. He coughs, and honestly you can't tell if it's fake or not, but you hold out a cup for him to drink a water out of. When he doesn't move, you sigh and press it to his lips, watching with amusement at the way he gulps it down. “Your fever is bound to break soon, maybe if you stopped complaining and rest, you'll feel better.”

He glances at you when you pull the cup away, a small pout on his face. “Hurts so bad, I must be dying. I feel so weak," His voice is horse, and his body is unusually warm.

You can't help but want to dote on him at his words. He's got to be acting just a bit, but he truly does sound broken. But before you could comfort him he says, “Is this how you feel like all the time? This weak?”

You sigh, pinching your brows, but you can't help the smile that creeps on your face. He's so ridiculous, but at least he keeps you on your toes. In his sickly state or not. “Really?”

“Just joking. I know you aren't this weak.” You can see it in his eyes that he wants to boast about his strength again, but your watchful eyes shut it down. You adore how powerful your husband is, but you weren't Suma who fangirls every time he spoke about himself (Of course you did love that side of Suma as well, it was cute seeing her so excited).

You roll your eyes again but smile at him, and adjust the bedsheets, pulling them higher up on his chest. He let's out a throaty complaint, but doesn't fight it. “Hey, where are the others? Can't bare to see me this pathetic?”

“No, “god” of the dramatics.” He frowns at the mock nickname. “You scared the daylights out of Suma, who actually thinks you're going to die. Hinatsura is comforting her outside. And you know Makio, she isn't the one to be near when someone is sick.”

He hums, closing his eyes for the first time in the past hour with a content smile on his face. “So I get you all to myself, huh?”

You grin, puffing up his pillow again before sitting in the chair next to him. “Guess you can say that. Until your fever breaks at least.”

“Nurse Y/N,” He sighs, breathlessly with a grin on his face. His eyes are still shut and by the looks of it he is imagining something lewd.

You shut it down immediately. “No. I'm not a nurse. I'm an assassin.”

He ignores your words. “Why arent you wearing the cute outfit. I'm sickly, please treat me nurse!”

“I'm leaving,” You deadpan, but before you can stand up a hand flies to your wrist. He tilts his head toward you with a small apologetic smile. His cheeks are flushed from the fever and his neck is slightly beaded with sweat.

“Sorry. I'm done, I'm done, promise. Just stay with me? Honestly, I am a little scared about how week I feel." The tone of his voice is solemn, and his hands slightly tremble on your wrist. You grab onto it and set it back down on the bed, and grab the cloth to dab the beads of sweat on his neck.

It's been ages since he has gotten sick. The last time probably in his early teens, so you aren't too surprised he is uncomfortable, but it was surprising for him to admit something like this. “Scared” is not in his vocabulary, or at least he preaches.

So you take pity on him, and smile at him. “Of course, Lord Tengen. Close your eyes and rest, I'll be here when you wake up, promise.”

He glances at you for a final time, and closes his eyes. “Thanks, Nurse Y/N.”

You shake your head slowly, and take in his appearance. Even in his sweaty, weak state he wears his signature smug grin that you've grown to love. You can't be too mad at him.

[dvlboy]

miguel o hara

FEM, MINORS DNI, WARNINGS: MINDBREAK -- feel free 2 send in request 4 mr. o hara!! its a shortie

his body was sweaty and warm as he breathed out a moan, his insides burning with desire, sweat beading down his face while he sat on your pelvis, hands on your abs while you held onto his sides, rubbing circles on his body.

wet, sloppy noises were heard in the room as he slid up and down your cock, hands trembling and body sore from his day, and for how long you were making him ride you. if he wasn't so pent up, he would never have agreed, but this was something you both needed.

you let him play with your body, let him bite your lips with his fangs until it bled, nibble on your neck and create marks, scraping the teeth down. miguel would make eye contact with you while he caressed your chest before, softly sucking on the skin thinking he was sly and in control. he liked the way you tensed in his hold, your body something he can play with and use to relieve himself with. he liked the way you stared back at him, or tilted your neck to give him more access to paint your neck. it drew him in until it was too late, until he was too enamoured with you and the idea of finally having a moment to yourselves. he was bound to his own trap that he set.

that was where he was now, frantically heaving and pushing his hair away from his sweaty face, vision blurring from his tears or pleasure because your cock is hitting that spot just right. his knees were bucking and his brain felt mushy. it never got easier whenever you positioned him like this, and the smirk on your face told him everything his hazy brain needed to know while he let out breathless pleas to take control.

his cock bounced against your skin with every bounce he made, and he couldn't help but drop his pride-- his image that he wanted so desperately to uphold, when you grabbed his pretty cock, and slowly stroked it. the tip drooled precum, and whenever his ass met your pelvis, the underside of his cock would slap against the remains of his previous orgasms. you felt him shiver in the stupidly good pleasure while you bucked your hips, a warning of what would happen if his body became too unreliable to do a simple motion such as ride.

miguels thick hips and body ground yours, eyes droopy with pleasure before you cupped his face, kissing his sweaty forehead and watched as he let go of his pride and his hard exterior, mindlessly grinding his sore hips against yours and leaning into hand. he looked amazing while he rode you under the light of the stars and the city. it only took a few rounds to guide him, and show him the beauty in letting him take control.

no more complaints or annoyed huffs from the man who looked so delectably broken by you. no more empty threats from when you positioned his hips against your tip. all that was left was a beautiful man, and the sweet noises that followed. and while you knew that you would get chewed out by the man the next day for the sore body and joints, the mess in and on his body, and the fatigue that was felt, you knew that it would be so, so worth it for another moment like this.

[vibeechecker]

Me watching mha/bnha like “ew whos this old man on my screen, someone make him shut up and go back to tomura.” I’m so tired of this old wrinkly ass man and his “im so smart” bland villain ass. The story concept of tomura being taken over by AFO is so annoying to me, give me back my fav and stfu you egg head. It’s like william afton and vanny from fnaf all over again. You got your course. Now go. “I always come back.” No. Mf. Fucking stay dead already. You and AFO. LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED. EVERYONES TIRED OF UR BS AND “I WAS ACTUALLY THE VILLAIN ALL ALONG.” LEAVE.

[theautisticbeastsden]

I will recruit everyone to my transmasc agender alastor agenda SO HELP ME

Anyways he doesnt care abt his gender or how ppl see him, he just presents at masc bc being a woman in his time period meant he had a horrific amount of restrictions which he was not a fan of and bc he has 0 attachment to any gender he just went 'Yea ok I can present as masc. No-one will ever know'

And yea nobody knows, his gender is whatever he needs it to be to get stuff done and thats it

[madra-beag]

I just wanted to show you what I saw

A little Bill and Family drawing. As you can see it's all rainbows and kittens over there.

Click for better quality. Beware the stupidly bright colours tho