#no icon cuz...

[the-extras]

Katsuki's expression was very stern as he walked into Endeavor's office. He knew the Pro Hero had been extremely busy with preparations related to the upcoming war, but this needed to be said before he could continue to work under his mentor.

After the conversation he had with Shouto last night, he couldn't just let this slide. Anyone who dared make Shouto cry would feel his anger--parents or not, it didn't matter to him.

"Oi, we need to talk," he began firmly after closing the door behind him. He made his way into the center of the room. "It's about Shouto."

Enji looked up from the papers he was signing, something he did in between shifts, putting his name on documents that were too important to be done by his assistant or required his genuine signature. There was so much to do left and right that he sometimes didn't know anymore where his head was supposed to be. One way or another he wasn't entirely unhappy to get a unexpected break in form of one of Shotos friends.

It was the loud one. Enji held back on a sigh. Bakugo Katsuki. Despite his prickly personality a top tier student. Good grades, impressive quirk awareness, high stamina and duration, surprising amounts of strength considering his physical appearance. When Shoto requested his friends to join him in his internship he didn't have a choice but to agree, even if he didn't like it at first. He would have prefered to focus on his son but, this was what he had to work with.

He wouldn't admit it out loud but those three had done really well, especially Shoto. Aft first Enji thought he would regret his decision but in the end it turned out to be a good thing. Even if he didn't know how to show it really well, he cared. He cared a lot. With everything that happened recently and the confrontation up ahead at the horizon, he wasn't quite sure how things would go from now. That already gave him several headaches, but that was apart the point right now.

Without a word he gestured at the seat that was on the other side of the enormous desk, dark red eyebrows raised expectantly. What was this supposed to be about? It wasn't the first time this boy had claimed to want to talk about things, he wasn't surprised. As much as Bakugo was a pain in the ass in general, that boy burnt with some unmatched fierce determination. If it wasn't for that unbearable bratty attitude, he would have been impressed. After so many weeks with them he started to understand why Shoto liked him, both of them actually. They were good friends it seemed, regardless if Enji approved or not. They cared for Shoto and Enji could appreciate that.

Upon being told what the subject of the upcoming conversation was supposed to be, Enji couldn't help himself but frown slightly. About Shoto? What was there to talk about?

"What is it?"

[lord0f]

Redrew my pfp after 4 years

New 2024 old 2020

[golswia]

divorcee meetup

[heartludwig]

(soft marketable baby versions of) Sam & Max eat a sandwich.

[0o111]

outtakes from britney’s starburst campaign in 2004 (pt.1)

[thebigqueer]

i loooooove when i see videos where silco says 'is there anything so undoing as a daughter' and then its all the parallels. jinx and silco. vander and vi. mel and ambessa. caitlyn and cassandra. like yeah bro.... arcane really is about how undoing daughters are. fuck. is there anything so undoing as a daughter bro....

[electronicmail]

Have you considered making your icon orange bc you really seem like an orange guy with a bit of blue

okay is this better. Does your heart say i know that guy now

[freshbaked-bread]

i love. saw glitter gifs so i made my own

[mminmgi]

`· . 𓈒 𓎢𓎟𓎡 𓉸ྀིྀི  

in nomine patri et fille et spiriti sanctum

[flovoid]

okokok i think im having wayyy too much fun re-making my old celebrity sims

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[cozylittleartblog]

i had a dream i found a whole blog dedicated to blorboposting about val and only val. and that compelled me to draw him

[dandelions4us]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can’t walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever.

[rainboweemart]

Dreams begins with you 🌊💞

[clumsycute]

🤍　　　୨𝑒　　:　　masks/frames　　 𓏼　

♰ ⟢ ﹒ f2u, all made by lamby hyrself 。

credit appreciated, but not required, since these were quite simple to make... could make a tut if asked ^_^

[twistedbloodstain]

marquis x assistant! reader: back when i was livin' for the hope of it all. [ i’d do anything to make you love me ]

plot: the one where he wants you to stop.

warning: obsessed marquis, baby trapping 2x, yandere/dark themes, 1k words

masterlist

the boy babbles at your knee while you're seated on a soft cushioned chair, although this boy is your boy. your baby boy who has learned to walk and talk for the past year but he isn’t just only your boy, he’s his too.

you sip your refreshment as your baby boy tries to climb on your lap, holding your knee in place to steady himself from falling on the ground, he calls out a sweet mummy for a shred of your attention but you can’t bring yourself to think properly at the moment when vincent’s in the room speaking with the doctor.

”mu..mmy!” your boy cries from the floor with a cherubic smile on his face.

you wanted to shush him from his calls so you could hear whatever vincent was saying to the doctor, vincent notices your silence to your son’s words taking a brief moment to look away from the conversation to inspect his small family. you meet his gaze and scowl at him. he glances at your boy again, quietly urging you to comfort the child. you scoff and simply stare at him.

you do it then, you’re the one that wanted him. you thought.

a small smirk curves his mouth and continues his conversation to the doctor. annoyedly, you call out for the nanny. aurene rushes in and greets you, you instruct her to take the boy for an afternoon nap even if it's noon. the boy yelps when he is raised to the nanny’s arms, once leveled to you eye to eye, he giggles reaching out to you expecting to be cradled by his mother but is sorely disappointed when he is slowly distanced away.

the small child begins to kick and scream at his nanny, wanting to be within the presence of his mother’s embrace, his cries begin to lower as he is brought out of the room. clingy like his father, you observe.

you don’t bother to look at vincent knowing he is somehow taken back at your coldness towards your son, you know he’ll talk about it later. massaging your temples, you pour a glass of whiskey for yourself whilst you wait for vincent to hurry up with his conversation.

several minutes later, the doctor takes his leave and you’re on your third class of whiskey. the door shuts and vincent walks towards you neither warmly or coldly. you don’t bother to comport yourself in his mood and sink back into the chair, abandoning the glass, you take the bottle and begin to chug it down your throat.

a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls back the bottle spilling a few drops over your dress, you look up and glare at him.

”that’s enough for today, my love.” he whispers.

“can i leave now?” you spit out.

”and go where?” he laughs. fucking asshole, you curse.

you don’t bother to reply and look away from him as you lower the bottle from your mouth, vincent tilts your chin up and smiles, too happy you observe.

”the doctor has brought good news for us today.” he chuckles as he begins to kneel in front of you.

ever since the gunshot incident, vincent has insisted on monthly check ups for your health and for your boy ever since he was born. if things had been different maybe you would’ve teased vincent about it, but it’s not. as far as you knew you were in perfect health and so was your son with him, unless he wanted to get rid of you and a disease was going to render you dead. you hope there is.

fool yourself all you can but you know what it is. vincent was gracious with showering his affections on you from expensive presents and to his bedroom. 

this is another child.

another chain to tie you down to him, to make you love him as much as he loves you. 

he grins as he cradles your stomach and rests his head on your lap.

”i pray for a girl. a princess to spoil and a companion for our boy. how lovely is that, my love?” 

you don’t reply and you feel a retching disgust building in your stomach, you try to take another swig of whiskey but is stopped again by vincent.

”you must stop drinking that, it can affect our child. you know that. our marriage has been blessed by another child, why waste something gifted by the angels?” he sternly questions.

”get off!” irritatedly, you shove him off you to the floor, throwing the bottle at the floor next to him a loud smash crashes through the room.

”i fucking hate you!” you scream at him as he gets up from the floor, his clothes damp from the whiskey.

“don’t i fucking know it.” he laughs at you fueling your rage. you try to grab another thing to throw at him but is abruptly halted when he grabs your arm and grips your chin.

”i am getting sick of your behavior, mon cher. i can stand your disgust of me but i beg you to never direct it at our sweetly blessed son.” he growls at your ear, you push away from him but is harshly pulled back, his grip tightening on you.

”then tell your kid it’s your fucking fault. tell him and your daughter that their mother can’t bear to fucking love them as a mother should because his father imprisoned her in this fucking place!” you scream at him, “you can put sons and daughters in this body all you can, call them children blessed by angels but i assure you sir. the only blessing you will ever have from them is the one from below and i will never love them because of you.” 

vincent is shocked by your words, never in your marriage had you spouted hateful words that were harsh to him and especially towards your own children. for a moment he doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t let you go either. you start to pull away slowly to catch your breath until vincent yanks you towards the nearest table.

”vincent, get off me right now.” you yell at him, smacking his shoulder as he hoists you on the table.

vincent grabs your chin harshly and looks at you sternly.

”heed my words, my love. you will never mutter those words ever again to anyone, especially to our children, do you hear? or i’ll treat you like the rest of them. bloody and dead.” he threatens, hiking your dress up to get a feel of your warm skin.

you shove his hands away from your thighs and slap him hard, this disorients him for a while.

”when you die before me, and you will. I’m gonna have a big smile on your face while i feed your ashes to your children. go to fucking hell, vincent.” 

vincent’s aggression begins to fade and is replaced by an empty slate, you thought he was going to leave you alone until he lurches back at you and claims your mouth, his hand returns to your thigh before you hear the unbuckling of his belt.

”our children, mon amour. ours. not even you can change that.” he chuckles before he’s greeted by another slap.

author’s note: spontaneous drop…blackout got me so riled up bc it detaches me from socmed and acads sb. this for the anonymous anon, hope u enjoy it :) anyways enjoy! don’t forget to like & reblog <33