#enjoy the meal boys

[d3rpydoods]

Been wanting to draw these two ever since i saw these masterpieces by @lulila-safu! Go check em out they're amazing 😩👌

Also i have no idea what to even call this ship but let's stick with kungmas until someone comes up with something better (it ain't gonna be me🤡)

Also thanks to @junkanimate for glazing it up for me💕💕

[black-and-yellow]

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

INTERRUPTED (Parts I & II)

A short two-part comic (total of 20 pages + 8 extras) by me! (for me lol)

Fandoms: Ninja Showdown (Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja x Xiaolin Showdown)

Ship: My Immortal Soul (First Ninja x Chase Young)

A comic where nothing really happens! But it contains a lot of half-naked men. So like, kids avert your eyes and adults don’t open it at work or whatever. ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

thanks for checking it out <3

[marclef]

quick, slightly cleaned sketches of me trying to figure out how the heck i want my Peppino Clones to look. but ehhhh they look nice so i'm posting them.

[skykiuwu]

Niffty’s roach puppet show!! Arson edition

Higher quality here

[lino-nyangi]

— smut. mdni

warnings: nsfw MDNI, softdom!minho, unprotected intercourse, semi private sex?? you're home but definitely not alone, a bit of dirty talk and praise because it's me.

thinking about being loud when minho fucks you nice and slow. it takes him by surprise because you've always been timid about being vocal in bed even though he kept reassuring you that it's the hottest thing ever. and also because he's usually so horny by the time he gets to be inside your pussy that he just fucks the lights out of you, too impatient to go slow, his thrusts so fast and hard that you barely can keep yourself together and remember to breathe, let alone do anything else. he's more used to you letting out hitched moans and chants of cute short "ah"s as you try to adjust to his size and pace. which, ngl, boasts his ego like a motherfucker.

today though, the whole thing started slow. lazy makeout session in bed, where minho already notices your constant soft hums against his lips, and teases you for being so needy already. you go from grinding on each other to him finally pushing his cock inside you, slowly. you let out a long breathy moan as he fills you up and he never looked up so fast. seeing you watching him through lustful hooded eyes, lips parted and breathes heavy, minho thinks he's gonna cum in a second.

his lips ghost over yours again after he props himself up with his elbows on either sides of your head, eyes scanning your face for any reaction as he starts moving, slow and deep. the way you inhale in a hiss and exhale in breathy "aahh"s and "mmhm"s with every thrust makes his head spin. he's never heard you like this, his sweet bashful baby all loud and needy. his eyes glint in a different light like they always do when he finds something you particularly like, keeping a note to do it more often.

minho subconsciously finds himself joining you, moaning and grunting against your lips.

"fuck baby, sound so pretty,"

"been keeping this from me all this time? angel, you're too cruel."

"louder, let me hear you baby," he groans in your ear. so entranced by how hot you sound, minho wants to get as much as he can out of you like it's a fever dream slipping away from his hands. he knows in the back of his head that he can get you like this again, and again, but right now, minho wants to be greedy.

"more. wanna hear more, angel."

"just like that," he grunts, "should've told me you love being fucked slow, baby, you're so fucking hot."

"good girl, taking me so well."

"baby- fuck, i'm close" minho groans, picking up his pace a bit but still hitting so deep inside you that you barely manage to reply with a "me too, min."

"shit, angel- can i cum insi-""-yes please!" you cry out before he even gets to finish, not wanting him to pull out before he fills you up and makes you cum as well.

your answer only makes minho push into you harder. he knows he can. you told him so. but he wants to hear it from you right now, all needy and desperate, to stroke his ego one more time before your highs that have been slowly building up take over your bodies.

minho lets himself collapse on you, panting heavily against your neck until your breathes steady. he soon rolls over with you in his arms, kissing all over your face and whispering sweet praise about how well you did for him and more.

"love you min," you nuzzle his neck.

"i love you too, honey." minho kisses the top of your head before making you look at him, two fingers gently pushing your chin up.

"but since when are you this loud, baby? did you want the boys to know you're mine?" he asks in an amused tone.

"huh?" you blink. the boys??

"you knew they are here today, right?" he says as if he's making sure of a fact he's already told you and your heart sinks in your chest. they aren't supposed to be here. i mean it's their dorm that he invited you to hang out in, but you assumed they were out for the day since it was a day off and the apartment was relatively quiet the whole time.

"... you're kidding."

"no-" just on cue, you hear a clinking sound assumably coming from the kitchen, confirming what he just said.

"aaah what the hell," you whine, burying your face in his chest, "that's so embarrassing i could die."

"it's okay baby, you sounded so hot" minho teases.

"no!" you look up at him as if you've been betrayed,"why didn't you tell me to stay quiet if you knew?!"

"and miss out on all the pretty sounds you were making for me? not to be dramatic but i'd rather die."

"i can't look any of them in the eye anymore..." you trail, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment just thinking about how awkward it's gonna be once you step out of the room.

"come on baby, it's alright. it's not like they don't know we fuck." minho reasons with a matter-of-fact tone, the nonchalance in his voice making your cheeks heat up.

well, technically? yes. but also, you've always been very private about your intimate life. they basically know you as minho's sweet girlfriend, who loves art and occasionally stops by to bring something yummy she made. it's not like they know for sure what you do behind closed doors.

"how would they?" you mutter and he just mischievously grins at you,

"well, if they know their friend well enough." minho replies, thinking back to the time where you had been dating for a few months and seungmin straight up came to him one morning and told him to "stop jerking off to the thought of your girlfriend and just ask her if you can have some." because he was too sick of hearing him moaning your name as he fists himself every other night.

so, when minho started spending more nights at your place, everyone just assumed he was successful in getting said "some". and to him, that was an unspoken way to let them know that you two, do actually, fuck. that was partially why he didn't really mind you being loud in his dorm.

you on the other hand, aren't aware of any of this, so he gets a smack on the chest.

"what's that supposed to mean?!"

minho giggles before capturing you lips in short kiss, "nothing, i'm just so lucky to have you."

[smolalienbee]

But you were Such a fucking hippie, A counter-culture baby, Perfectly dreamy

[nattravn-art]

David Eilander "the Magician"

You might've seen him before at @thecrimsonvalley-creates since we came up with this face together!

I personally headcanon that he's got dubious eating/sleeping habits. He sometimes cuts meals by smoking and consuming large amounts of caffeine and sugar. As shown here: drinking Rusty Lake Cola, made with genuine Lake water. There are no side effects to this drink. Don't worry about it. :)

[aleki-lives-here]

[qibqibbb]

Here @emanami for you since youre such a simp for him🤨🫶

[meowlier]

sebastian is definitely going to suffer when he eats ciel's soul and I'm here for it

[gallawitchxx]

🖤 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian 🖤

here's the 40th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: heat by @lalazeewrites

catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly!

[ read scenes one & two in their entirety ON AO3 ]

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The heat of Mickey’s breath ghosts over where his lips have just been, and his dexterous digits dance down Ian’s jaw, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake.

Ian feels like he’s on fire, but he manages to toss back, “You’re a fucking fruit.”

It’s far more fond than he intended.

“Oh’s that right?” Mickey smirks, his fingers twitching against the pale column of Ian’s neck.

“Mhmm,” Ian hums, his hand twisting in the hem of Mickey’s shirt. His knuckles brush against the smooth, yet fuzzy planes of abdominals, his mind racing, and then they’re kissing again.

Softly. Slowly.

[pinkhysteria]

cirie and felicia keep saying they're going to make oxtail for cory's birthday, and that's just so crazy to me 😭

[koishua]

shining solo ep 8. my reaction rn 😐😐 took it a bit hard lmao

[inkykeiji]

my boyfriend’s mom will be out all night on a date so i get to play housewife tonight n make the boys dinner :)

[thebluestbluewords]

Gremlin rights tbh

Carlos & Mal, ~1200 words, TW for food issues in this one. (unspecified food issues because I'm not sure how to further tag this)

*

“What's for dinner?” Mal demands, walking into the sunroom of the fucking gorgeous mansion that they live in now, because life is weirdly good sometimes, and people like to pay Evie for her work nowadays, which means that she can do things like buy an entire house just because she wants one, and not have to worry about spending the summer at Auradon Prep again like they did last year. 

Carlos, who is lying on the couch with his feet tucked up and under the blanket draped over the back, looks up from his game at the dramatic entrance. 

Mal looks back at him, somewhat expectantly. She absolutely reeks of magic, the sort of burning woodsmoke smell that always happens when she does experiments with her powers. It doesn’t happen when she’s using familiar spells, which Carlos thinks privately, in the space of his own brain where Mal will never hear him, means that the woodsmoke smell is actually just the smell of Mal’s brain cells dying as she flash-cooks them with the effort it takes for her to learn new things. 

“Hey,” Carlos says, in greeting. Because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you see someone you care about and also live with. “My day was fine, thanks for asking.” 

Mal snorts. “Yeah, okay, mine was too. Don’t be a princess about it.” she pauses, and walks more fully into the sunroom, which is mostly an early-evening shade room at the moment.  “S’there dinner?” she adds hopefully, like somehow saying it again will make food appear somewhere in the immediate area. 

They’ve had this fight before. Carlos takes a moment to assess the color of Mal’s eyes, and then promptly decides that it’s going to be a fine night to have it again. 

“Chips.” he says, gesturing at the bag he’s got balanced on his chest. 

It’s been– 

Well. 

It’s been a long day. 

Mal stares at the bag like it’s done her some sort of personal injury. “That’s not dinner,” she says, sounding almost horrified with herself. Or possibly she’s horrified about the chips. Carlos truly cannot be fucked to figure out why Mal’s upset about eating junk food for dinner.  “Dinner is something better than that.” 

Chips are delicious, and anyone who thinks otherwise does not deserve a place on Carlos’s couch. He sticks out a foot, just in case Mal gets any bright ideas about sitting down. “It’s what I’m having for dinner tonight. What’re you having?” 

Mal sighs. “I was gonna eat whatever you’re having,” she says slowly, kicking the corner of the couch. “But if you’re not making anything….” 

It’s mean. And rude, and wholly unnecessary. But sometimes they all must give in to their baser villainous impulses, and Carlos is no exception. He reaches slowly into the bag on his chest, and pulls out a single, unbroken chip to hold out to Mal.  “Chip?” he offers brightly. 

Mal growls. “I’m getting takeout,” she grumbles, kicking the couch again, with more force this time. “And I’m not going to share it with you, dumbass.” 

Carlos sticks his tongue out at her, because it seems like the thing to do. Not sharing is fine by him. There’s a reason why he’s not eating real food for dinner tonight, and it’s not just the lazy summer energy that seems to have spread through the house like an invisible fog. Sometimes, the very thought of eating actual food is too much, and the idea of anything more substantial than salt and air makes his stomach churn and ache like it used to back home when things were really bad. Not starvation-bad, when he’d eat anything that didn’t look like it was growing its own set of teeth to eat him back, but the kind of bad where everything felt sharp and bright and awful, and mother was more lucid and able to keep track of the supplies in the house, and sneaking anything more than what she’d determined was his fair share meant a punishment that would leave him wishing it was the other kind of bad times.

 At least when they all starved on the isle there was a sense of camaraderie about it. The barges would stop, and everyone would ration as best they could until the boats picked back up again. A lot of people on the isle understood that sort of hunger, but not a lot of people understand the sort that comes from being hungry, and having food in the house, and knowing that if you take any, it’ll be worse than if you haven’t. 

The feeling now isn’t quite the same as it was back home, but the result is the same. Evie’s house, Evie’s rules, Evie’s money that pays for the groceries, so even if Carlos did want to cook dinner tonight, which he doesn’t, there’s no way of knowing how much he’s supposed to have without Evie here to lead, so the uneasy almost-queasy feeling wins out and dinner remains a thing to do when there’s other people around. And sure, Mal is here now, but she’s more of a horrible creature than a human anyway, and once the feeling of persistent unease has started, it’s easier to keep riding the wave of it and ignoring food than it is to force himself to get up and make something to force down. 

The whole messy business of it all seems too impossibly complicated to explain to Mal. “Have fun trying to get delivery out here!” Carlos calls instead, as she’s stomping out of the room to find the drawer full of takeout menus that Evie likes to keep around for when she’s feeling especially rich and luxurious. 

Mal waves a middle finger back. “Fuck you!” 

*

Five minutes later, give or take, Mal comes stomping back into the sunroom with a paper menu in her hand and murder in her eyes. 

Right. 

“Where’s a phone.” Mal growls, and it’s not a question. 

There’s an aesthetically pleasing midnight blue rotary phone on the wall in the hallway that nobody ever bothered to hook up. There’s also another one, creamy white faded with years of use and poor upkeep to a brownish-yellow, in the little closet upstairs that they’ve all been calling the phone closet and refusing to use for anything more practical than the phone and the much-worn armchair shoved inside it. If Carlos is being entirely honest, there’s also a cell phone in his hand, although that one is currently playing a game that he’s not exactly willing to pause in order for her royal purpleness to make a phone call. 

There’s also a glossy purple cell phone on the counter in the kitchen, which has been sitting there for the better part of a week, uncharged. 

“Your phone’s dead,” Carlos says, trying not to sound too snotty about it. “Mine’s occupied.” 

Mal growls. 

Carlos shakes the bag of chips at her. “Dinner,” he sing-songs, shaking the bag enticingly in her general direction, eyes still on his phone. “I’m not cooking tonight.” 

“I’m feeding myself.” 

Mal is categorically hopeless at everything except for baking. 

“Great, go for it,” Carlos says, eyes still glued to the game. His armies aren’t doing well in the eternal fight against the forces of space. It’s a little frustrating. “Have fun, don’t burn the house down.”