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[tutornaya]

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[heartorbit]

if we could stay connected, just like this

[underwaterwasteland]

My piece for the @tltfashionzine!

[crashetc]

finals are absolutely obliterating me so here’s a minecraft painting from my oil painting class

the build i based this on belongs to @bukkez

[tuliptears]

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING!?”

Halloween was such a freeing holiday.

getting to dress-up as anyone or thing that tickled your fancy, as long as it was funny and recognizable.

it's refreshing to see others also partake in the festivities with the exchanging treats and the abundance of tricks played on unsuspecting victims.

not to mention the absolute kick you’re getting as Katsuki seethes at what you'd chosen to wear.

“My costume!” You grin widely with pride, puffing your chest out and putting your hands on your hips.

sure, he’s seen plenty of dynamights roaming the streets as he went about patrol, yelling kiddy swears and mimicking his move sets to the best of their abilities.

it's a whole different ball game when his partner decides to dress up as him; the fact that it was identical to the one he wore back during his UA days makes it worse.

“Midoriya helped with the finer details,” you casually named drop your accomplice, gave an uncharacteristic twirl, and let Katsuki bask and relive his glory days, “what do you think?”

“It fucking sucks.” Is all he manages to get past his tightly gritted teeth.

as he makes an expanding list of ways he plans on getting his revenge, you change your pose to one you'd seen him do a dozen times.

“I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure I absolutely nailed the ‘Lord Explosion Murder’ era perfectly.” the chunky styrofoam gauntlets were a bit of a hassle to haul around and you weren't even going to mention how heavy the mask/headpiece was.

“Don’t fuckin’ stand like that!” He’s pointing now, bright-red eyes narrowing at the protruding curve in your spine as you dramatically slouched into yourself.

"please, you stood exactly like this. I have the pictures!"

Katsuki's growling now, chest heaving with each angry breath he took, "you and that shitty nerd are so gonna get it."

“What’s crawled up yer ass, ya damn extra?” you try to closely match the gravelly, rough draw of his voice, which stokes the fire from deep within him even more.

the embarrassment hits him at full-force when your lips curl into an intimidating snarl, thinned-out brows making nearly perfect ‘v’ shapes as you do your best ‘dynamight’ glare, “cut it the fuck out!”

that's when he sees it.

a mischievous glint you get in your eyes when you'd come up with something you knew he'd absolutely hate.

tension only seems to thicken as you open your mouth and attempt to speak.

you’d barely rasped your first ‘oi!’ before he’s finally had enough and charges at full-speed.

costumed kids and adults alike looked on in confused horror as two Dynamights went barreling past them, one letting out boisterous fits of laughter and the other looking like he was seconds away from tearing his doppelgänger’s head right off.

[vandal-flower]

Oliver Aiku with Reader who genuinely doesn't seem to care anymore. You have bigger things to worry about.

"Your boyfriend is cheating on you, I saw him with another girl!"

"Damn, but did he send the money for the electricity yet though?"

It's honestly a shocker how you keep him locked down, especially with his reputation of being a playboy. "You have done miracles.", Sendo would say. Aiku can't help but try to get a reaction out of you.

He would message you, "Yo, this girl been hitting me up, wat do I do? 😏"

You reply, "That's great sweetie, so long as you get the groceries."

His teammates are starting to think that you are pimping him out. He thinks so too. You don't care.

You signed up for this, and read the Terms and Conditions. You're just taking advantage of your situation. You still love him though, just in your own way.

You just so happen to be tired.

[houseofhyde]

tldr;; bucky has a praise kink <3

thinking about thunderbolts!bucky who’s so calm and collected it’s almost insulting. you’re a mess from the moment he kisses you, body practically melting into his and doing everything but screaming in his face ‘i’m yours, please use me.’ clothes are shed, skin is touched, nerves are brought to life by skimming fingers and an explorative tongue. he’s feeding two vibranium fingers into your cunt while his mouth ghosts over your hips, your thighs, your clit. your hand’s buried in his hair and making a mess of that freshly blown-out dyson airwrap look he’s got going on lately, your mouth is struggling to remember the shape of any word besides his name, and all the while bucky is cool as a goddamn fucking cucumber. smiling when you gasp at the curling of his fingers, cooing when you whine in protest at his mouth moving back to kissing the plush of your thighs, mocking your moans in a tone that’s just the right mixture of cocky and condescending that any irritation it arises within you is promptly replaced with the reminder that the man between your legs is basically the embodiment of a greek god sculpture and you should be so lucky as to be teased by him. until he slips his cock into you and suddenly the whole facade crumbles...

gone is silver-tongued bucky who could probably talk an orgasm out of you, here to stay is the version of bucky who’s so in need of approval it’s practically pathetic. every other word is a question of if you’re okay, if you feel good, if he’s fucking you just how you need him to. and if he’s not rambling in search of reassurance, muscles taut and body sticking to yours in a mouthwatering mixture of sweat and other bodily fluids, he’s a whining, moaning, panting mess. those pretty lips parted by your ear, giving you a front-row seat to the undoing of his sanity as he gives into the pleasure of worshipping you.

god forbid he’s fucking you so good, you can’t even think, nevermind speak. and oh no! bucky barnes’ hunt for approval leaves him empty handed; you’re not answering his questions. so that must mean you’re not okay, he’s not making you feel good, he’s not fucking you how you need him to, so now he’s gotta prove himself even more. twist you around, or fold you up, or spread you out in whatever positions he deems necessary to fully get across the point that not only can he fuck you good, he can fuck you best. better than any of the idiots born in your generation, the ones you’d wasted your time on before he came along, the ones who used to expect you to split the bill for a date in which they’d spent more time talking about themselves during than even bothering to ask you a single thing, all the while he was still gallivanting around the globe as a sleeper agent. none of that really matters anymore though, because out of all the shit life has put him through, at least it’s brought him to this, to you, to your drooly cunt that practically calls out his name each time he thrusts his cock back into it.

and trust that no matter what position you start out in, it’s always bound to end with bucky practically using his entire body as a shield over your own. one moment sergeant barnes is living up to his title and giving it to you good in missionary, the next thing you know he’s draped over you like a weighted blanket and making sure you’re looking at nothing but those piercing blue eyes that let you know where home is. you’re riding him, doing all the work? not for long, bucky can barely last a few minutes with his back on the couch, or the bed, kitchen counter, or stairs (teehee), literally wherever the fuck bucky decides to go feral on you, without he’s sitting up and taking over, fucking up into you because it’s his responsibility to take you to the brink of paradise, how dare you try steal his job? if you’re on your hands and knees, fear not! for soon your cheek will be pressed against the bed, the ground, or whatever surface he’s got you spread out on, and bucky will be pressed right behind you, smothering you as he fills you deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he’s made sure he’s infected every single one of your thoughts with nothing but him, him, him. because he needs to make sure he’s the only thing you see, and feel, and think of. he needs your world to revolve around him, as much as his revolves around you.

and when it all comes to a crescendo and bucky feels that sweet relief of you coming undone around him, make sure you enjoy the moment of respite with his head buried in your neck and his hand smoothing over your skin, because that super soldier serum will soon come in clutch and bucky will pretend to be cool, calm and collected once again just to keep you up all night with his desperation to be told he’s doing good.

+++ extra hyde. this is longer than i expected (that's what she said.)

[for-those-who-wait]

It's been a rough week huh

[jupitersmoon167]

TF141 x WronglyAccusedTraitor!Reader trope where they die from their injuries shortly before/after the task force learns that they weren’t the traitor (they watch in silence as the medics try and bring them back, but the wounds from all the torture the team brought upon them were too severe)

TF141 x WronglyAccusedTraitor!Reader trope where the team has to live with the fact that their teammate (who thought of the task force as their family not that it mattered when it really counted) died for no reason, afraid of the ones they thought they could trust

TF141 x WronglyAccusedTraitor!Reader trope where the team has to break the news to the their family that their child is dead (do they tell them that they’re the reason their child wasn’t coming back?)

TF141 x WronglyAccusedTraitor!Reader trope where the team never gets the chance to make up for what they did (not that they would ever forgive them in the first place) and take that guilt with them for the rest of their lives, always pondering what if?

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[apieceofcrew02]

I think happy cale so I draw happy cale

[heartorbit]

for @polyshoweek 2025 countdown!! 🎉🎪🎺

THE TUMPET. BWAAAAAAA

[funkle420]

Turbo Granny blunt rotation WIP

[2deadboys]

just thinking about that one concept of Charles telling Edwin they should get married so they have a claim on each others souls (so Hell can't have Edwin)

but early on in their friendship

Charles is all like hey so you know how you escaped hell and youre running from it bc it still owns your soul...... what if we got married so your soul technically belongs to me?? -- and mine is yours of course.

Edwin is just "... you want to marry me?"

"As best mates of course :))) I'll do anything to keep you safe."

and they lowkey forget about it till Hell nabs Edwin again. But this time Charles argues to the Night Nurse that actually Edwins soul belongs to him. And whips out their marriage certificate.

And shes like 😐 "I'm going to have to file this officially.... but technically your claim is stronger than Hells."

Hell had Edwins soul because of a technicality. But Charles has his soul because Edwin willingly gives himself to him.

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

literally the original fujo. cross necklace peeking out, jennifer's body style parallels, hannibal lecter stare. she dogwalked both those boys. a legend. a sicko.