#Heheheheheh

[thesillygoosecompany1]

LMFAO JAX WATCHES ANIME

[lyriumsings]

THABJ YOU MS KIRBY I OWE YOU MY LIFE

[scoobit9]

Colors by @illuteridae oooo!! Oooo!!! Stanleyy!!!!

[oifaaa]

AU where post Zero year Duke becomes robin instead of Tim

Considering Duke is somehow 7 in zero year he would officially become the babiest robin which he deserves honestly

[eggseabutters]

Eggdad Week- Day 3: Broken/ I can fix it

[luridcomixofthenuit]

they aren't even looking each other in the eye and are standing a weird distance apart in the original comic. therefore it is my crackhead theory that they SHOULD BE HUGGING but it got cut because homiesexual. thank you for coming to my ted talk

inspired by this post

proof that i spent 2 hours editing the entire image like a psycho ;u;

finally. a world without gay people

[flatwoods-mothman]

When I say Happy Valentines Day, I'm only talking to them

[miifu666]

“Show her my love is Sincere”

HELLO!!! im happy to finally finished this since the audio has been sitting in my to di list for days lmao. Thank you sm for all of the love and support everyone gave me, it motivated me to make this and finish it 😭😭😭❤️❤️❗️ i also had a friend pick the color palette hehe

Ive said before how Wukong would actively claim that he was the one who “knit the red threads himself” about him and suklha when really this is what he meant lmao. He’s just a dramatic bastard 💔

He asked Yue Lao for permission about her, seeing how soft and obsessive the once prideful chaos wrecking monkey is. At first the gods see it as a joke when Yue Lao blessed them, laughing on as they stirred some twisted idea of how it will all end. Yet as time went on, The couple began to be an example for every beings in love.

The thought of having a bond so woven together, it transcends their species and differing opinion. How they care and love for eachother in different ways, be it romantic, sexual or platonic. it was something that the gods envy. It was the purest form of sincere love.

Taglist : @phoenixeclipse-lmkau @skymoral @tuskstudioart @whatisev04 @forge-the-idiot @masterqueso @monkieshad0w @lilchickie @mehiwilldoitlater @missrosiesworld @sleepingdramaqueen

(As always please comment if you want me to add you in the taglist! Im happy to do so!)

[moonlitxeuphoria]

Remember when I said I was working on some big stuff way back when….its finally heeeeere !!! 🤭

I got to create some art for this lovely soulmate au fic, Smoke On My Clothes, for the ZK big bang this year!

The entire team was such a joy to work with - such hard workers the lot of you 💗 - and it was such a fun experience that I honestly didn’t think I’d ever get to do (for context: my anxiety nearly made me chicken out of participating when they first announced the Big Bang even though I really wanted to but thank goodness I signed up without giving myself a chance to second guess it pft).

Please if you have the chance, go read it!! And do go check out the second artist for this project @eggchayi ‘s art!!! (seriously go check it out you will not be disappointed, their art is a literal masterpiece RAAAAAAH)

@zkbigbang

[jayceart]

He's no ordinary kid...

[gufaspins]

So.. my lad @monster-kind suggested that I change the base for these 2 standees, cause' they took too much attention from the main piece, which I didnt realize tbh xd So... if the originals sell well, the next ones will be like this :3 <3 Hope you like it!

[morickkk]

I was cursed / blessed by a spell to do this, thanks elle HQHAYQGS

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

Chat here,,have kanhu <3

Process

[ragnarockz]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends (Sugar Mommy!Agatha x Sugar Baby!Reader)

Tip Jar 💰

Part 1 - Sweet Tooth

Part 2 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Synopsis: You've done exactly what Agatha's told you to do; because of course you would. You only want to make your Mommy proud, right? Desperate and on her doorstep; you step once again into her world. But today, this world of Agatha's you've come to understand, is tilted on its axis for you to bear witness to.

Word Count: 2.5K

Fandom: Marvel - Agatha All Along

Characters: Agatha Harkness, Reader, Rio Vidal

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap, Sugar Mommy/Sugar Baby relationship, Mommy kink, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, smut, swearing, money for favors/sex, descriptions of sexual acts, descriptions of nudity, masturbation, lingerie, teasing, exhibitionism, kissing, vaginal fingering

Music Inspo: Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations, Black Magic Woman - Santana, #1 Crush - Garbage, Leash - Sky Ferreira, Daisy - Ashnikko, Sour Patch - Ruby Waters

The vision of you was something you couldn't decipher in your own mind as Agatha helped herself.

You stood there in all your glory; proud and important and picturesque in white. Just for her. Just for Agatha.

The woman was still submerged in the bath and with how close you were standing to the side of her tub, you could see her skilled fingers disappear between her legs. Her face was pinched but in the sweetest of ways; completely engrossed in means of pleasuring herself. You felt your thighs start to shake and wondered if your knees would give out. This was torture in ways you had never dreamed of knowing.

Her simple sounds of pleasure, small moans and slight gasps, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and a flush of heat rose in your body. Your mind was screaming at you to touch her; just bend down and dip your hand into the soapy water to chase her fingers away and fill her up yourself.

But you knew you couldn't because, whatever Agatha says, goes.

And she hadn't said anything about needing or using your help to help herself.

"Agatha...what...do you want me to do?"

You barely whisper as you peer down into the tub and soak in the sight before you. You should be thankful, lucky to be given the privilege to be standing here and watching Agatha completely exposed in front of you. Your eyes can't help but to land on the swell of her breasts as they move against her arm that's pressed against the left side of herself; fingers pumping away underneath. You chew the inside of your cheek and know that she won't be replying with words.

Her eyes slowly open back up and she turns her head once more to look your way. You feel your stomach drop from the smile she gives you.

She knows something you don't.

Her gaze burns into yours as her hand moves a little more frantically and she sits herself up a little straighter, taller. She's almost folding into herself now and the sight is definitely something you could only label as pornographic. Her face only conveys the feelings she has for you and the ability to fuck herself in front of you. Sure, she'd had her actual way with you many times but this, right now, seems even more intimate than any of those moments before.

And suddenly, her hand emerges from between her legs and the water and she's gripping the side of the tub. You watch as the soapy water slips off of her arm; her breasts. You're tongue-tied and all you can do is stare and gawk at the woman before you.

You step back from the tub to give her room to get out. You never take your eyes off of Agatha, even when you bend down to pick up her robe to hand to her. She merely brushes you off as she gets out of the tub and something inside of you wants to argue that her action was cold.

She's being selfish. She's using you. She's about to toss you away.

And all those fears you have to swallow once more because of course, she's reaching for a towel first. You let out a sigh of relief and she turns to stare at you; an amused grin covers her face now.

"Worried, Sweet Thing? You shouldn't be...not ever."

You nod your head, close your eyes for a brief second before you open them again and smile at her. All those warm and fuzzy and ridiculously hot feelings come rushing right back at you like a tidal wave. You can feel the heat between your legs; the painful and uncomfortably throb that only Agatha knows how to remedy.

Agatha quickly dries herself off with her towel before she reaches out for her robe, letting the towel slip away from herself. Her hand ghosts yours; fingers rubbing against your fingers as she gingerly takes her robe back. She makes sure you're paying attention, of course, as she flips her hair back over her shoulder and slips her robe back on. You don't even know where to train your gaze as every single inch of Agatha Harkness is too delicious to ignore.

She leaves her robe untied as she stares at you; sizing you up in your white lingerie set. You've almost forgotten you've been wearing nothing but that as you've watched Agatha. You can feel the tension in the bathroom grow bigger and bigger and wonder if she's going to fuck you right then and there in that room.

But, it's as if Agatha reads your mind in some sort of way as she flicks her wrist to a 'come hither' motion before she turns on her feet and glances at you from over her shoulder.

Your beck and call; an invisible leash attached to you.

"My bed is a lot more comfortable...come...Pet..."

-

Agatha's bedroom is dark when you enter into it minus the candles that are strewn around the room and have already been lit. She must have had them that way before you came over; leaving them to burn alone in her room. She leads you in deeper; luring you in until she takes a seat on the edge of her bed and her robe spills open.

Your mouth turns dry and every depraved thought fills your mind as you stare at her without holding back. At this point, you're allowed to look at her this way and she at you. There's this sense of ownership, of belonging to one another that you find hard to explain.

Sure, she bought you a lot of things and filled you up with herself. Agatha Harkness is hard to ignore.

She's staring you down in silence and from the candle light bouncing around her room it's almost ominous. There's a smile on her lips that you cannot read; something lurking behind her face and for the first time with her, you wonder if you're in trouble.

Not, Agatha spanking you over her lap while you come relentlessly on her fingers, trouble.

Something deeper; unknown.

A candle blows out to your right and you know it was blown; you heard the puff of air release from someone's mouth. Agatha is still sitting on her bed with her robe slinking off of her; her right breast completely uncovered.

"I was wondering when I would get to meet you..."

The voice is a whisper, like the candle smoke itself.

You always forget Agatha has a chair tucked away in the corner of her bedroom; a place she sometimes takes you when she wants to fuck you senseless. But, as you've come to learn, she loves her bed more.

But that chair. It's occupied. Your blood runs cold and your mouth turns to cotton now for other reasons.

Agatha turns her head to look over her right shoulder; her face partially covered by her long, wild hair. You can feel that she's smiling at whoever is sitting there. Sharing some deep, dark secret that obviously you're not part of.

Not yet, anyway.

The figure doesn't get out of their chair, her chair, as you come to make sense of the voice. It's another woman sitting there; watching you both. And Agatha is smiling at her. Not an intruder but a guest.

"Agatha..."

You manage to croak out from your uncertainty of what's unfolding before you. But, Agatha doesn't turn her head back to look at you. She's in her own little world as she lifts up her left hand to pull the right side of her robe down further until it's completely off of her, exposing herself. You swear you hear the voice in the chair sigh at the sight of Agatha undressing.

And the feeling that creeps up inside of you now isn't fear or confusion. It's jealousy.

You should be the one who's sighing at the sight of Agatha undressing for you.

"Agatha."

You basically bark through your teeth now as you take another step towards her bed. She then, very slowly, turns her head to look at you. Her eyes are like bowls of reflecting water as she stares you down. She's not sorry; far from it. She completely disrobes and drops it before her, onto the floor of her bedroom. The air hangs still and quiet and you're not sure who in the room is going to make the next move.

"You should give Agatha what she wants...she's waiting..."

The voice cuts the silence and you flinch from it. It's raw and real and honest. Of course Agatha is waiting for you; she's the one who gave you money to buy the lingerie set you're wearing now so you could show up here and be completely devoured by her. It was all for Agatha; always for Agatha.

She's the means to the end and you know it; cannot run or hide from that glaring, burning fact.

You close the gap between yourself and her bed and Agatha herself.

You're up on her bed before you know it; crawling towards her on hands and knees as she backs herself up against her pillows and headboard. That dangerous look is still in her eyes, written on her smile. She knows something you don't and, truthfully, it scares you. However, you're in far too deep to be that concerned; especially with the way her hands have come up to touch you now.

Her nails gently scratch up your thighs before her fingers pluck at the garter straps like an angel playing a harp. You sigh, eyes closing for a second before you dare your right hand out towards her to touch her back.

"...That's it, Babygirl...give Mommy what she's been waiting for..."

And how can you refuse when Agatha is underneath you, looking and sounding like that? You act on impulse as your hand continues to move until you're cupping Agatha between her legs and feeling the warmth, wet heat against her pubic hair and skin. Not just from the bath she had been soaking in moments before but, she is wet.

That wetness just for you.

There's a question burning in your mind as you rub your palm against her; fingers teasing to dip inside of her. She's holding her breath all the while; unsure when to cross the line between stoicism and ecstasy. You want her so badly to relax under you, against you and you know from the way her gaze flits to the left, that it's because of whoever is occupying that chair.

"Agatha...Mommy...just...focus on me for right now...please..."

You whisper as you bring your face closer to hers, trying to bridge the gap between the two of you. You need her to reel herself back in and away from whoever is on the other side of the room. You want Agatha here, right here with you because you know the second she comes undone it'll feel like heaven on earth.

You let your fingers dip inside of her and aren't surprised how wet she is around your fingers. Agatha melts; shifts under you like she's becoming a different person. Some facade of her slips away as her face changes before you; a little more comfortable, relaxed. She's sinking into you as her hips roll up towards your hand, your fingers. You keep your palm flat so she can use it to grind into; the bud of her clit throbbing against your skin. You feel the moment cement you both to one another, that is, until the third person in the room shifts.

You hear them get up from the chair and can feel them closing in behind you. You so badly want to look over your shoulder and see who exactly Agatha's invited. None of it feels right but there was something that settled over you the second you walked into Agatha's bedroom. A sense of belongings, normalcy. There was someone meant to be sitting there watching you finger Agatha all along.

"You do such a good job in treating my wife well...look how wet you're getting her..."

Before the words can even sink into your understanding, Agatha throws her head back a little more against the pillows behind her and moans. Deep and honest and guttural. You feel her muscles contract around your fingers, milking you as she's coming very quickly to reach her orgasm. You gasp at the sensation, the words, Agatha's noises that are filling the room.

Wife.

Agatha's wife.

Your head snaps back over your shoulder now and you can't get a proper look at the woman standing there. Not when Agatha is rocking her hips to your fingers, making your body sway as she moves hers. You feel the sharp cut of pain in your wrist and the stiffness in your neck as you try to adjust your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, anything. Relish in the comment or reject it but as your mouth parts to speak, that woman moves faster than you thought anyone could. She basically comes crashing down onto the bed, right beside you, as her right hand cups your chin and pulls you into a deep kiss.

Your mind blurs, eyes unfocused before they close. Heart hammering away in your chest. You hear Agatha laugh as her hands grab your wrist to keep your fingers deep inside of her. The woman moans into your mouth as she slips her tongue past your lips.

You're sinking into something you didn't know existed; mind bending as you try to solve the equation from both ends.

The smoke from the candles smothers you, chokes you. You can barely see through it, like a fog that suddenly settled in Agatha's bedroom. She's still laughing but words, at least you think they are, slip in between. Agatha's wife has broken away from your lips but she still holds your chin and forces you to keep her gaze away from Agatha.

You panic.

What does she not want you to see?

-

The fog never lifts; only growing heavier as all the candles in the room seem to blow out at the same exact time. Your muscles are burning in your wrist and neck; contorted in such a way where you're literally trapped between these two women.

There's a draining feeling filling you up and in that moment, where the woman holding your chin pushes your head back to neutral, you realize that the white lingerie set you're still wearing was intentional.

Purity. Innocence. Sacrificial shroud.

You read something once when you had gone down a rabbit hole of mythology and folklore of demons taking the form of beautiful women who would use their prowess to drain the life force of others through sexual gains.

Not for nothing; as violent delights must have their violent ends.

Agatha is stronger now because of you and her wife cannot wait to have her turn with you.

She has a job to do now.

[cosmoskelpie]

Bet 1x4 wouldn't even need to move his hand and fingers to tickle Shed if his hand was on Shed's wing

[bunni-v1]

Having a laugh at the thought of instead of Mistletoe, Outer Ring has a different tradition that instead of kissing under a mistletoe they fight(MistleFoe)

I imagine reader has no idea that their tradition is completely different from what most people know it as and is trying everything they can to catch Lighter underneath one, much to Lighter’s confusion(if he even notices readers attempts).

Once they actually end up underneath one, Lighter tries to protest the fight but is silenced as reader just grabs him and kisses him?? As reader pulls away Lighter just stares dumbfounded not really processing what happened, but once he does his whole face just flushes as he tries to keep his cool while also figuring out what that was for???(not that he’s complaining ofc)

That shit is so funny. Oblivious x Oblivious is my favorite honestly. It’s like an awful game of cat and mouse where he’s trying to outsmart and dodge you and you’re trying so hard to get him under the fucking mistletoe. You don’t even notice the pattern of fights going on around you, all you wanna do is kiss that stupidly handsome mug of his.

He’s good at dodging it when you’re around, not wanting to have to fight you. But god you’re making it so hard when you stalk him like a wildcat, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, only to be thwarted when he practically runs through doorways to avoid it. It kinda stings a little, because why wouldn’t he want to kiss you? Are you not good enough to kiss? It doesn’t deter you, but it does make your heart ache a little.

Meanwhile Lighter is so fucking confused as to why you want to fight him so badly. He thought things were going good with you two, why do you wanna catch him under the mistletoe? If you wanted to fight him you could just ask (he wouldn’t say yes), but why were you going about it in such a roundabout way? Your quirks were usually cute but this was just weird…

Unfortunately for Lighter, you always get your way with him. He allows himself to let his guard down for five minutes, and then your pulling at his sleeve with a smirk pointing up at the mistletoe. Since you technically won, he was going to give you what you wanted, albeit a little reluctantly. He didn’t know why you wanted to fight him so badly.

“Y’know, we don’t gotta do anything, this tradition is kinda stupid anyway,” He tries one last time to negate you, but you pout at him so cutely he can’t help but give in.

He turns to find a better place to tussle than the tiny doorframe of Cheesetopia, but you grab the edge of his jacket and tug him back. He has all of three seconds to be confused before you’re tugging him down for a sweet kiss. Not what he expected, but he wasn’t complaining as he kissed you back.

You leave him hot and bothered when you pull away, a self satisfied smirk on your face before you turn and saunter away. His face is bright red, and all he can do to calm himself is press his hand to his mouth and look at Kasa with a desperate “What the fuck?” kind of look.

She smiles at him, shrugging, “Maybe you should go after them…”

He didn’t need to be told twice.