#IT’S BEEN SOOOOO LONG

[thee-boo-cocky]

goth girls in your area? it’s more likely than you think

[honkula]

I NEED to draw racer x again aauggg

[seancouturier]

you know you’re in deep when you miss flyers hockey

[lunarcrown]

When grian wants to be carried around like a Princess by skizz but he has the attitude of a ornery cat SMH

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[destiny-hoodie]

It's too late for me; they've consumed my mind

[sigulary]

Something silly and soft for the soul

[hdmiports]

karina drawfee, god bless you for giving me a new personality trait by drawing my blorbos

[myewt]

[lottieshauna]

lottielee + ao3 tags (happy birthday @lais-a-ramos!)

Bonus:

[sirtadcooper]

I know that.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

+3 friendship with Jin Ling: He actively tries to dissuade you from further embroiling yourself in the homosexual allegations.

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[colorgoat]

forget my words / fall back in line / do what you're told / do what you're fucking told

[samwise1548]

Redraw of one of the first ever fanarts I've done for The Magnus Archives. The original is... ONLY TWO YEARS OLD???? Oh my gosh I've improved so much since then!!!

[ID: A drawing of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives, holding each other with sorrowful expressions. They're shown from the waste up. Jon, the shorter of the two, has short, braided hair and a moustache. His eyes are closed shut as tears steak down his face. Martin has his curly hair tied back in a small ponytail and wears round circular glasses. He holds Jon in his arms and cries along with him without letting the other man see his tears. Strings of white spiders web attach themselves to Jon. A giant glowing eye looms above the couple. And behind them is framed a collage of different settings where fear manifests. The inside of the frame is a gradient of yellows and browns and nearly purples. Whereas the frame and outside of it, green and white are the primary colors. \End ID]

[jeongjinman]

Lee Dong Wook as Seo Moon Jo | Strangers From Hell (2019) Episode 3

[theinvisiblemuseum]

what are you thinking of, potter?

ITS YAZ DAYYYY AND WHAT A BETTER WAY TO CELEBRATE THAN COMPLETING THE ‘what are you thinking of, potter?’ WYWM TRIOOOO 💘💘💘 2 years ago i manipulated u into being my soulmate with birthday wywm art, and some things never change. i love u 5ever yaz ill be waiting for u at the ******* 🫁✂️ @sequinhaze happy birthday whore !!!