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Alex Turner + love as cruelty

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pass me the sauce that makes you stupid please

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I may not draw him as much but I still love purple boy 💜 hbd Shinsou

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MAYBE I JUST WANTED TO DRAW BREE WITH A PRETTY DRESS AND A SWORD. AND WHAT ABOUT IT

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Thee kiddos

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you hook up with izuku drunkenly at someone’s birthday party and it’s not even that you regret it in the morning it’s just that your post nut clarity hits that you slept with the boy you’ve known since pre-k all because of a couple of drinks and when he wakes up you’re still freaking out and you make him pinky promise that this won’t mess with your friendship, “izuku do you hear me? we are NOT going to be that pair of sad best friends that fucks everything up just because of sex. sex is nothing. we’re never gonna do it again, so we’ll be fine right?” and the whole time he’s nodding along with wide, glassy eyes not listening to a goddamn thing you’re saying because he’s been in love with you since middle school, and last night you said you loved him, too. granted he was inside of you, and he said it first, but you said it back, and by that point it was well after one in the morning so the only thing you two were drunk on were each other. it’s probably why the very next day he is at your doorstep with a notebook in hand and a grin on his face that’s something right in between cocky and sweet when he says “i think we should sleep together again. and before you say no, i made a list about why 😁 number one: we’re really good at it. number two—”

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3 old bald men walk into a bar

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how studio bones draws katsuki:

how 𝒽ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓀ℴ𝓈𝒽𝒾 (<3) draws katsuki:

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Bakugo likes when you trace and touch his scars

For a guy that constantly hates when people touch him ,he sure as hell doesn’t mind when you touch and rub around his marks on his right arm.

He’s not even left handed but he takes the sacrifice and struggles to use his left to text or write whenever you come beside him and poke and rub against his bicep. He’s sensitive on some areas even 8 years later, but he loves the warm comfort you bring when you do so.

Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it, your chubby cheek mashed against his arm, cuddled up by him like a cat and rubbing it up and down as you watch a show, he glances down at you and can’t help but feel his cheeks warm. You give this man cute aggression.

Some days you sneak in a few kisses on his hand. Though it’s scarred it’s never calloused, still soft and warm, it took some time for Bakugo to even get used to your clingyness, and you respected it. In the beginning, Every once in a while you’d ask “May I touch you?” Which, he’d never admit to but he appreciated your asking heavily, not a lot of people respect his boundaries to NOT touching him, but you always did.

Eventually he just told you ,”touch me whereever you want.” In his aggressive way, but you took heed and did so.

After finally getting comfortable you couldn’t stop touching and kissing him.

His skin was soft, he smelled amazing, and he always made you feel so safe. Just like he is now;

The snow is falling, the fire is burning, and it’s his day off, you’re laying beside him on the cozy big couch not even paying attention to the show but his arm and face, giving it little kisses and gentle touches, Bakugo humming every once in a while when you touch a soft spot on him. He doesn’t mind it all, he’s watching you through his phone, recording you lost in your own world of fascination with his skin—-because of course he has a staring problem just like how you have a touching problem.

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Priority One

You come first for Jason ~800 words

At his core, Jason Todd puts himself last. He's the first to jump in front of a bullet, first charge into a burning fire, first to drop dead center into a group of thugs.

It's not that he doesn't care about his safety, it's just that he deems his safety as lesser. He's stronger, sturdier, and if he's the one that goes down instead of someone else? That's a good thing.

He knows people would worry. People would miss him. But they'd move on the same way they did before. They would fill the gaps in the spaces he leaves, and there wouldn't be a need to pick the pieces off the floor because nothing would break at his loss.

At least, that used to be the truth. It was the truth until you nestled your way into his heart, and he somehow became a fixture in your life. He didn't mean to do it, didn't mean to make you fall in love with him, and he certainly didn't mean to fall in love with you.

But he did.

And now he makes sure you sleep on the inside on the bed, safe between the wall and him. He walks between you and the road, always on guard for swerving cars and shady civilians. He checks your apartment during patrol, though it's more for his peace of mind than yours.

Jason Todd still puts himself last, but the thought of you comes first, when he dives into the line of fire. If he doesn't come home, who's going to fix the leaky faucet or take out the trash when it gets full?

You could do it, he knows you could, but he doesn't want you to have to. So, he upgrades his armor when he would normally put it off. He's quicker to stop the blood dripping from his wounds. He's more aware, when he's shifting through the shadows of an enemy base.

He never worried about what he would leave behind. Not until you started to kiss his jaw before his nightly patrol, not until you started to reach for him every time he came home, beckoning him to your side and under the waiting, warm blankets.

He worries now. He makes plans, sets aside money, and makes his closest allies promise to keep an eye on you if he ever can't. He becomes your shield, whether you're aware of it or not, he has you covered.

You're his priority, and in becoming so, he's slowly becoming a priority, too. You're happier when he's okay, so he steadies his reckless tendencies. He dismantles the bomb in his helmet. He turns on his tracker for Oracle to keep an eye on.

For all the times he looks after himself, it's with you on his mind. He double checks his gear because he needs to pick up paper towels on the way home for you. He cleans his grappling hook because you asked him if he wanted to go out to dinner and a movie tomorrow.

He waits for backup before breaking up Penguin's latest smuggling ring because you recommended a book for him to read, and he only has a handful of chapters left to finish.

It's you, and you, and you again, that gives him a reason to want to make it to sunrise. It's you, that makes him really want to live.

He wants to see coast cities and tiny forest towns outside of whatever crime he's hunting down. He wants to travel and explore and try everything and anything– as long as it's with you.

He'd give up the world, give up everything he knows, as long as he can give you what you want. But all you ever ask, even if it's not in so many words, is for him to come home. So he does. Every night. Every day. Every time. Jason Todd finds his way back to you because your wants are his first concern.

He sheds his armor and kicks off his boots and leaves everything but the thought of you at your windowsill. He smiles when you murmur your sleepy greetings because he knows you think his smiles are pretty. He checks the locks and changes into the pajama set that matches with yours because you giggle every time you see it.

And all these things are so little yet so big all in one. They fill the cracks beneath his skin, and when he finally has you in his arms again, Jason Todd knows that nothing will be greater than this, than you.

There is no adversary, no injury or mission, that would have his gaze from straying from his singular goal; making it back to your arms to fill your days with all you deserve. With joy. With love. And for as long as you desire it, with him.

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐕𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊...𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys gene x fem!reader

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: mask kink, fake knife play (it’s a costume prop), manhandling, overstimulation, dacryphilia

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶����𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰���� 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

it had been a fun night with gene, one that now had lasted deep into the early morning. you both had snagged free drinks from one of his old friend’s halloween party—and after enjoying the show of other drunk people making fools of themselves and making out around every dark corner, you finally found yourselves stumbling through your shared apartment door.

he’d gone in first, murmuring how he ‘needed to get something real quick’ and quickly stepping through the doorway, but when you stepped in after him he was already gone. your eyebrows pull together in confusion as you shut the door behind you. squinting around the dark hall, you search for your missing boyfriend, calling out his name and using your hand to guide you along the wall.

gene had worn a classic scream costume—to your request and his very eager and amused agreement—with you matching as his ‘victim’ in your bloodied sidney prescott fit. despite this (and seeing him in his costume all night), you can’t help the full-body jump you have when you glance into the dark doorway of your bedroom.

“oh! gene.” you gasp, placing a hand over your chest. “what the hell are you doing?”

he doesn’t respond, the tall and looming build of the man a bit intimidating in the dark lighting. behind the scream mask he gives you nothing but silence, and after a few moments, he begins to creepily tilt his head at you.

you know it’s him, and you know the smug bastard is just trying to scare you. but the shivering anticipation of an incoming fright still buzzes through your veins, and all you can manage is a nervous chuckle as you shift on your feet—suddenly feeling small.

“baby, stop it. i know what you’re trying to do.” you giggle, backing up a step.

his shoulders lightly shake, as if he were holding in laughter of his own, before he quite suddenly takes off in a sprint towards you. immediately you turn to run away, a shriek of terror leaving your lips when you hear his larger stride of footsteps thudding after you. your capture is not as quick as you thought it would be, and as you circle around the kitchen counter and turn around, you realize he was very purposefully drawing this out.

you carefully observe the mask staring you down from the other side of the island, trying to ignore the buzzing anticipation that was beginning to make your legs weak. you swallowed as you realized how quickly this situation was making warm slick pool between your legs, chest heaving while your mind raced with the possibilities.

taking a calculated step to the side, your feet freeze when he follows, getting just that much closer to you. pressing your lips together, you make the fatal mistake of attempting to juke him out, running around to the opposite direction only to be intercepted. strong arms snatch you up by your waist. one moment you’re lifted into the air and pulled against his chest with a startled yelp, the next your chest meets tile as you’re suddenly bent over the counter. gene’s breathy and muffled chuckles meet your ears, one of his hands pressing firmly against your back while his hips press forward to pin you in place—and you feel his very prominent hard-on pressing into the swell of your ass.

“should i be worried at how turned on you are from scaring your girlfriend? sicko…” you pant, the insult empty and hypocritical as you shift your hips to gain friction against the bulge in his pants. 

he gives a full hearty laugh at that, his free hand trailing over your side before squeezing the fat of your hip, pulling you back before thrusting against you. the force he uses knocks your head down from where you can lift it, pressing your cheek into the cool counter. it gives you a taste of what you were in for, and you have to hold back the small shiver it sends up your spine.

“but you’re so cute like this. can you blame me?” he muses, and you can practically hear the smug smirk through his tone.

before you can respond, his hand leaves your hip and you suddenly feel the cool blunt edge of his costume’s knife pressed against your throat. he forces your head to lift back up, rolling his hips into yours with a quiet and low groan—one that barely meets your ears. your back meets his chest, his excited breaths matching your quickened ones.

“your heart is beating so fast,” he lowly whispers in your ear, his deep laugh vibrating through your frame. his next words are whiny, with an air of mockery behind them. “poor doll. did i really scare you?”

you stuck in a sharp breath. “gene-”

“shhh,” he drags the edge of the knife up your throat, forcing you to arch your back further. “i won’t make you wait. such a pretty victim deserves something quick and painless, right?”

your breath hitches when you hear the shuffling of fabric over his raspy snickering. there’s nothing to do but hold your breath in anticipation when he makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants, looping his long fingers under the edge of your panties, and tugging both down in a rough motion. he leans forward again, his length bobbing and pressing into the curve of your ass as he comes close to your face again. the blunt edge of the knife leaves your neck, clattering dully on the counter, and is quickly replaced by his veiny hand.

his fingers prance against your jawline, the rough skin pressing into your chin, and turning your head to look at him as he slides his mask up. his skin is glowing, some of his hair pressed with light sweat into the side of his face, and he’s somehow more attractive like this than his normal unruly look. maybe it was the teasing look in his eyes or the glint of his piercing against the dim kitchen lighting as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

whatever the cause, there were no complaints from you when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue diving into your mouth with no remorse and tangling with yours. the taste of cigarettes barely masked by peppermint invades your tastebuds, the hint of the alcohol he’d consumed much earlier in the night sending a lingering numbness against your lips when you pull away. he huffs, thumb rubbing across your cheek to get you to open your eyes again.

“you’re good?” he rasps, deep blues searching your face for any true sense of fear or hesitation.

you can only nod in response, attempting to steal just one more kiss from him. he grins back at you as he pulls away, another rumbling laugh leaving his throat.

“nuh-uh. you’re just gonna take it. you can do that, yeah? you remember what to say if it’s too much, don’t you?”

“mhmm…”

“that’s my girl.”

rough finger pads leave your face and quickly find a spot between your shoulder blades, pressing your chest down on the counter in a swift and powerful push. you barely have time to catch your breath when his girth presses against your bundle of nerves, rubbing and gathering the slick that was practically dripping from your core. in a quick motion, he pushes the thick head of his cock in, shallowly beginning to thrust as he forces his way inside.

a low and long groan leaves his lips, dragging into the now-heated air as he gets pulled in deeper by you, your fluttering walls giving way to his long length.

“fuck.” he drawls out, quickly speeding up and barely giving you a moment of respite once he bottoms out, his hips starting to smack lewdly into your skin.

the air is knocked from your lungs at his sudden harsh pace, fingernails digging against the counter tiles while your other hand reaches back in a futile attempt to control his speed. stuttered and breathy moans spill involuntarily from your mouth, sparks of pleasure already shooting through your heated nerves as he pounds your aching cunt with no restraint.

“yeah? you like that?” he asks in a pitched, mocking voice. “like when i chase you with a knife and bend you over the counter? and you called me sick. look at you now-”

he grunts when your pussy squeezes against him, his words cut off short. “fuck, doll, loosen up. we just started.”

you want to reach back and smack him at his continuous condescending tone, but you're humbly reminded of who was the “victim” and who was the “predator” here as he presses against your shoulders again—stopping your squirming before it even started as a scolding ah ah ah leaves his lips.

“let’s see how quick i can make you cum, huh? since you can’t keep still like i told you to,“ his hips change their angle and his freehand pulls your hips up, his dick head battering into a set of nerves deep inside of you, choking your breaths in your throat. “you must be eager.”

you swear you feel him knocking into your diaphragm with every harsh thrust, leaving you gasping for air as you press your forehead into the counter. your legs burn as you're forced on your tiptoes, feet barely meeting the floor with the way he’s holding you up. he doesn’t let up, and of course anytime you think you’re able to maybe get used to his pace or angle he shifts again, leaving your poor nerves fried as the knot in your stomach grows uncomfortably tight. his cool finger slid over your clit and rubbed into it without the slightest remorse, not pausing or hesitating even when high-pitched gasps for air left your lips.

“please, i can’t-“ you whine, stopping when the hand that was still firmly placed over your back slides up to grip the back of your neck forcing your head to turn to the side again.

“yes, you can.” his tone is stern. “right now.”

involuntary tears build up in your eyes and your vision blurs, legs weakly trembling as you give a pathetic string of half moans, the salty crystalline of your pleasure spilling over your lashes when you’re finally pushed over the edge. as reality blurs with what you honestly think could be the afterlife, gene at least graces you with a small moment to recover, his movements stilling as he leans over you again.

his chest heaves against your back, breaths hot and heavy against your ear before his tongue startlingly flicks across your cheek, licking up the tears that stained your skin before placing a sloppy, searing kiss in its place. “so cute… i think i'll play with my victim a little longer.”

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late night/early morning stakeout

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Inked and colored an older drawing excuse me drawing Rocky with everyone I luv that cat 😺 😤 I remind myself that I can do what I want ✨✍️

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I think if Rocky moved in with Mrs. Bapka, his mental health would improve and he would be okay. I think it’s sweet that he supposedly frightens the elderly, but she’s not scared of him in the least. Though it would be a nightmarish situation for Viktor, having Rocky both at his workplace and right above his home.

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when you see a calendar do you flip to your birth month to make sure your associated image slaps or are you some sort of freak