#i feel proud of this ngl

[artofrikka]

Bit late maybe but birthday drawing for @desultory-novice.

Happy birthday!

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI

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It's too cramped in the back seat of the car, 3 people shoved in, with you occupying the most space despite the other two being pro heros.

Working at Dynamights agency you never really expected to end up here. Legs spread obscenely wide, with Kirishima's thick fingers pumping in and out of your creamy cunt and Bakugou's rough fingers pads rubbing circles on your clit.

You barely registered anything, every single neuron in your head focusing on the stretch of Kirishima's thick digits and throbbing on your clit.

"Anyone could see ya', slut, pussy glistenin' with cream." Bakugou hummed in your ear, before smacking twice on your clit. You jolted further, hope almost off the couch, not even sure whether you were running away from his hand or towards it.

"haah... uugh.. aaah..I'll.. cum", you barely managed to let words out, mind still reeling with the pulse of your clit.

"you like her spanked," Kirishima groaned, fingers pulling out of your cunt, before he shoves the digits in his mouth, moaning at your taste.

"bet she does", Bakugou grunted out "did ya' see the way she was humpin' the air, bet that cunt tightens up good when it's spanked" Bakugou tapped on your clit, before going below and gathering slick from your entrance and shoving it back in.

"she's staining your car man, cunt leaking everywhere", Kirishima moaned, rubbing himself through the pants.

Suddenly it gets too much, you feel pressure bubbling in your lower belly, frantically you claw at Bakugou's arm, trying to pull him off.

"I'll...pee... it's messy...pee", you spoke between hiccups. Kirishima looked at Bakugou before he started rubbing your clit, harsh circles drawing you closer to your orgasm.

It barely took moments before your cunt started gushing, clear liquid spraying farthest till the wheel of the car.

You slumped down, legs so weak they rest against the seats.

"we aren't done, doll", Kirishima said through a toothy grin.

"if the car is going for a wash anyways, might as well mess more of a mess"

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[courfee]

little poster for the fic Operation Walburga's Arbitrary No Kissing Ever Rule :) 10 things i hate about you, but make it jegulus

[jadecantcreate]

theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)

hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)

both requested by @nicohasperished !

[fruit-dog]

Old man’s beauty sleep keeps getting interrupted: more at 11

[spellbound-sphinx]

i really like games that take place underwater and have really dark lore

um i made more

[raiiny-bay]

Love, Dhes

Parker,

It's unfair how time with you feels so short. How the last 10 years have felt like no time at all. I like to think there are other versions of us out there, somewhere. Maybe in another timeline, another universe. I like to think we find each other no matter where we are or what we're doing. That we're together and happy and I get to love you in a dozen different lifetimes. That's what I hope, anyway. And I hope when this lifetime ends, we get to start over and do it all again. Because once just isn't enough. Not for me. Not with you.

I hope the next 10 years pass slower.

Love, Dhes

[tiresomespaceplant]

a dichotomy of mouthwashing fanart i did this week vs. last month

[silvers-starrway]

B U R N O U T

[sweetdispatch]

first star of the game🥹

[flame-shadow]

quick sketch requests for folks on bluesky

characters belong to: @sunflowerwilds @supermair0 @lordbobart @czalserafino @mechanicalrot @machine-finch @othermario @someguyiguess23 @trapitorag @sevilai [also colethebug and tmantheman on bsky]

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

“Hey, Carlos.”

“Hi baby.”

His eyes meet Sam’s, whose own phone is also held up to his ear. He can see the fear there. A bit of resignation, too. He knows it's in his eyes. They both nod, just barely.

TK draws in a shaky breath on the other end of the line.

“This is just our luck, huh?” comes over a few seconds later.

Carlos sniffs against tears that haven't quite yet come, and laughs slightly.

“Yeah. Very us,” he replies.

TK laughs too, barely perceptible over the phone. But Carlos knows. He knows TK. They're both silent, for a moment. The world is panicked yet dull around him – his focus is only on the call.

“I love you, Carlos,” his husband says. His voice breaks. Carlos can hear TK’s tears.

“I love you too, TK.” He can hear the thickness, the wetness in his own voice. He knows TK hears it too. Carlos closes his eyes, hoping for anything that will give the swirling in his chest peace. His mind is oddly quiet, like it's preparing for the end. But his chest, oh, it aches.

“I don't have anything to say,” Carlos whispers. TK sniffs.

“Neither do I,” he says.

“But–” Carlos takes a shaky breath. “I don't want to hang up. I want you here with me.”

He can hear TK’s pain through the silence.

“I know,” returns his husband’s voice.

And so they sit, in silence, for what must be at least a minute. Carlos needs to call his mother, but he can't bear to hang up. He looks over at Sam. There are tears in his eyes, a few in his face, and a smile plastered on even though no one is looking. He must be talking to his kids.

A stab in his stomach. They were so close. So close to having that.

Carlos looks away again.

“I wouldn't change a single thing,” Carlos says, breaking the silence. TK takes in a breath, he can hear it. “Anything that happened so that we could have these last 5 years.”

A small sob.

“I wouldn't either,” comes the reply. “I'd do anything to have those years.”

Carlos feels a tear slip down his cheek.

“We make a pretty good team, don't we?” he offers back.

He can feel a smile sneaking into his face, and TK laughs wetly.

“Yeah,” he says, and Carlos can hear his smile. Can see it in his mind’s eye.

They both know they need to go.

“Thanks for taking care of my heart,” TK whispers. Carlos makes some small, sad noise.

“Thanks for watching over mine,” he whispers back.

Smiles still on their faces, he knows.

“I love you,” says TK.

“I love you,” he returns.

The call ends.

Carlos registers a hand being placed on his shoulder. He turns to see Sam, eyes a bit red, surely matching Carlos. The other man squeezes his shoulder briefly, and Carlos returns the gesture.

They let go, and just hang there for a moment. Timeless, it feels.

Then, Carlos calls his mother.

“Carlitos,” she answers. He can hear the tears in her voice too.

“Mamá,” Carlos says, and his voice wavers. He clears his throat.

“I just wanted to say I love you.”

“I love you too, mijo. Te quiero mucho.”

“Te quiero mucho,” Carlos manages to repeat.

He ends the call.

Barely five seconds after he does, his surroundings start to bustle again. Loud voices, quickly moving people. It's time, he supposes.

Carlos takes a shaky breath, as deep as he can manage.

His father’s ring sits on his right pinky finger. His wedding band is on his left ring finger. His cross pendant rests on his chest.

Carlos gets down and prepares for impact.

[lemoncupcake]

(available as stickers on redbubble)

[motherstone]

[cheesecake801]

It's been a while but have drawings I made of @cupcakestreets marvelous designs for Ingo, Emmet and Cilan ! I love them dearly 💖

[averlym]

HELLO MA'AM I HAVE TO BOTHER YOU BUT I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST. CAN WE MAYBE GET BUSINESS AU KITTY, JANE AND CATHY?

honestly not sure how active Z still is, but business au credit goes to @you-need-a-jello-shot!