#...ermmm

[st4rryyynight]

★werhh, g/t pose reference for you ★

[lunar-eclipseee]

don’t mess with chucklefuck

(original)

[lucky-teo-dreamer]

SOMEONE STOP THEM THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!!!

- I have to get any bit of art out that i can before classes start uhhggg imma be busy- tho i will find time to do my own thing,,,, hopefully so in the meantime take these wives for now,,,

[tartppola]

i keep being to emotional over all the angst that the fandom keeps churning out of skully death so like have at thee. skully comeback.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

fanart for @pritong-baboy evil shockdad AU animation ehehe

[lotus-pear]

charm stat at debonair ‼️‼️

[metalcrows]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[dantelionwishes]

idk abt u guys im about to get my next old man pregnant

[katsukistofu]

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x teacher! fem reader. fluff. ⭑ he keeps staring. the kids notice.

In your five years of teaching, you never thought you’d see Dynamight sitting cross-legged on the daisy shaped carpet in the center of your classroom, while your kids swarm around him to paint his face.

Warmth spreads across your chest as you take it all in. It’s quite the sight, to see the big, buff, seasoned twenty five year old pro hero letting all these tiny toddlers take turns taking clumsy swipes at his face with the colorful paints you bought for them the week before for art class.

What you don’t notice is the way his eyes trail to you wherever you are in the classroom. When you move to open the windows to let the fresh air in, to wipe the chalkboard, even when you’re organizing the mess of crayons on your desk into their rightful bins.

“Why do you keep staring at our teacher?” One of them, a little boy wearing his t-shirt backwards, curiously pipes up. Everyone else nods in agreement, they’ve been wondering the exact same thing.

“You gonna tell her what I said when I leave later?” Katsuki raises a brow. A chorus of playful noooo’s follow him.

“We’re gonna tell her while you’re still here!”

These little brats. He’s barely known these kids for two hours and already he knows that they love you like a second mother, and wouldn’t be letting him go so easily. There’s fondness in his eyes as Katsuki chuckles and leans in, and the kids eagerly lean in to hear what he has to say.

“I’m starin’ cause she’s pretty.”

Gasps and nods of agreement spread across the carpet just as you clap your hands together, your sweet voice ringing through the classroom, to which everyone, including Katsuki with his paint bedazzled face, turns to give you their fullest attention.

“Alright my angels, let’s give Mr. Dynamight some space now okay?”

Curious little eyes glance back and forth between you and Dynamight with, when someone loudly pipes up, “Ms. L/n doesn’t have a boyfriend!”

“Mr. Dynamight thinks you’re pretty!”

“He stares at you like the way my brother stares at ice cream!”

“Hey I was going to say that!”

Bickering ensues across the carpet and you simply gape at them as a hint of a smirk appears on Katsuki’s face.

Should we tell them after class? He mouths in your direction.

No, you mouth back, covering a giggle behind your hand at the continued chaos of your kids behind your boyfriend.

A little homework never hurt anyone.

[sluturu]

gojo satoru ♡'s being praised (a bit too much) ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚

satoru never thought he’d find someone who could match his freak—let alone from a one-night stand he picked up at a club.

sure, women threw themselves at him, eager to please, but none had ever indulged the fantasies he truly craved—none of them delved into his mind and found out just what it was that made the gojo satoru cum buckets. 

not like you did, at least. 

you had satoru pinned to the bed, tears in his eyes as you practically rode him into the sun. your hand– much smaller compared to his– was wrapped loosely around his throat while your face hovered over his. 

“talk a lotta game for someone who hasn’t put in any of the work, satoru,” you titter, an evil grin playing on your lips at the sound of his pathetic, choked out whine. you notice a tear stray down the side of his face. “aww, you cryin’?”

and you don’t know if it’s the sound of your voice, the actual words or a mixture of both, but whatever it is, it makes his cock twitch uncontrollably between your tight, gummy walls. you’re positive he might cum, but he proves you wrong and weakly bucks into you. 

“you holding out on me now?”

his brows furrow like he’s fighting off the pleasure. he shakes his head and the words that leave his swollen lips are breathless, “not yet, too soon,”

not a complete sentence, but you know exactly what he means. 

you giggle, hand squeezing tighter around his throat, “‘s okay, y’know? i want you to cum in me. wanna feel you so deep inside me, ‘toru. don’t you want that, too?”

his hands fist at the sheets on the bed and a weak, “yes,” comes out of him. it’s broken and pitiful, but it makes you clamp around him all the same. “fuck, yes, yes, yes.”

“such a good boy,” you pant out a praise and another soft moan comes out of him. “you like when i praise you, baby?” 

and this time, you’re sure it’s the praise and the pet name that breaks him. his hips involuntarily thrust up, the tip of his cock kissing against your cervix and a moan of your own follows in suit. 

“love it s’much,” he groans, hands flying to your waist to hold you still as he fucks into you. “so perfect, you’re so perfect, fuck, i love you.” 

you laugh out a moan, “stupid boy, you b-barely even know me.”

he doesn’t hear you over the ringing in his ears, the high-pitched whine drowning out everything else as his vision blurs and his pulse pounds rapidly in his skull. he doesn’t realize what’s happening until you’re collapsing on top of him, your weight knocking the breath from his lungs. his abdomen tightens like a vice, a sharp, instinctive clench that spreads through his entire body, leaving him frozen beneath you, heart hammering against his ribs.

you think with the amount the seeps out of your worn cunt, he’s painted every inch of your insides with his warm, thick cum. you don’t mind, though. this is exactly what you wanted– to see the self-proclaimed “strongest” at his weakest and most vulnerable moment. 

“you’re my dream girl.” he murmurs, all fucked out. “marry me.”

“we haven’t even gone on a date, satoru.”

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[cyani07]

even when i doubt you, im no good without you

[hyolks]

nina's a little bit older here but she's still very much a little sister to them!!

[alyyxonn]

happy valentine’s day !! (wdym, i totally didnt draw this today because i forgot abt valentine’s) (ignore how she literally doesnt have anything in her hands shh)

reference under cut

[liimonadas]

a part of me goes out to all the monsterfuckers who are surely missing the old design. a bigger part of me is gay

[ouroborosreilig]

i just think he look so cool