#sorry heheheh...

[mushtoons]

new au where everything is the same except ice king is his own person now

[peculiardiction]

Some tiny robins and a little superboy to boot!

[sparring-spirals]

if im understanding the sequence of events correctly, cognouza successfully escaping the fall of aeor and surviving only to eventually get destroyed by the mighty nein is. sorry to say. kind of hilarious to me.

like. you flee the city as it is destroyed by the literal gods, like Actual Fucking Gods Meteor Storm-ing it up, you manage to escape with your skin intact, you float in the astral sea as a flesh city, but you survive, for a long time.

and then some idiots with a bright pink haversack and a dream (threatening) come in and beat you with the power of friendship and a manifestation of a huge egg dick. can you imagine. you survive the gods and then the mighty nein kill you. they fell ass over teakettle out of a huge tree. twice. they went to a fancy party and one of them spent the whole night high as balls and they still uncovered a huge spying plot that altered the course of a war. they tried and failed to do three-way rock paper scissors. twice. you were a part of aeor and escaped its downfall and survived the wrath of the gods and the betrayal of the betrayal gods and its aftermath. unfortunately the mighty nein had a friend who they miss dearly and some people they care about in a place you were threatening so. you know. game over.

[slushy-sash]

painted this as a birthday gift for myself 🥳

[bevsi]

new Heartstrings chapter April 23 💌

[shepscapades]

What if. What if I said I was thinking about them again

[florbe-triz]

Dads for Teru Vash

[willowser]

"i ain't takin' a fuckin' bath."

katsuki's half-undressed, standing in the kitchen with the fridge doors wide open; shirtless, shoulders broad and muscles round and taut, cool air raising goosebumps across his exposed skin. his un-buttoned tac pants are dangerously low on his hips, so low that you wonder—while staring at the dimples of his back—if he's doing it on purpose.

the dewy sheen of sweat he'd come home with has gone matte, leaving him in a thin, sticky, grimy layer that is grimace-inducing to feel. like most nights, dirt and soot and even blood—grown dark and less worrisome with time—color him haphazardly, strewn across his body; a mosaic of dynamight, made by his own hands.

"but you stink," you fail to suppress a smile when he snaps his head around, to fix you with an ugly look that you return. he manages to hide his own amusement in the bulge of his bicep. "i'm serious! a bath will help you relax!"

turning back to the open fridge, he grumbles, "i am relaxed," in a tone that doesn't sound relaxed. at all.

"come on," you urge, shuffling up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist despite all his dried grease and muck. "you go first and i'll be there in a minute."

that catches his attention enough that he finally closes the doors, facing you as he runs a lazy hand over his stomach. to his credit, he does look a bit more relaxed than he had when he'd come through the door—but the set of his jaw is still too stern, brow only ever furrowed, a little more argumentative than usual, even if it's harmless.

katsuki seems to consider your unspoken proposition, before finally surrendering with a roll of his eyes. "fine, but i'm takin' a shower like a grown ass man."

"no!" you groan, latching onto his arm when he moves to step around you. you try to dig your heels into the ground, but you're in the kitchen in socks, and katsuki only yanks you after him with a wicked grin. "bath! a bath will help you relax, i mean it! i've got lavender oils!"

"i ain't using' your frilly shit!"

he finally slips from you when you sputter out a laugh, tugging free from your grip before throwing you a look that is hot in more ways than one. innocent as you aimed to be, something tightens in your stomach; awakened at the sight of him.

you warn, "i'm only coming if you're in the bath!" and his loud, exaggerated groan echoes nearly throughout your entire house, swallowing up your chirpy laugh.

—but, much to your surprise, he listens.

you let him soak for a good five minutes before following after, and when you find him, he's got his head leaned back over the edge, elbows resting on either side of the tub, legs bent and knees sticking up out of the water. handsome as ever, you think, a little dreamy, before the marble of him shifts at your arrival.

he only opens one eye, and you can see already the tension has drained from his face; half-asleep, a little bloodshot and breathing too even to convince you otherwise.

"well, well, well," you murmur, lowering to the floor on your knees after his eye slips shut again. "look at you, princess."

katsuki makes a haughty noise of irritation, but doesn't bite back: a dead giveaway of his exhaustion. instead his hand finds the material of your shirt, tugging on it lightly before he slurs out, "get y'r ass in the tub."

you'd bite his fingers if they weren't still disgusting, but you place a teeny kiss on the cleanest spot you can see on his wrist. "i don't need a bath, but thanks."

"hah?" he grunts, eye shooting open again as he frowns at you. when you only smile coyly at him, he raises his head and glares at you properly. "y'dirty liar, you said—"

"i said i'd be right behind you," you grin. "not that i'd be getting in."

the water sloshes up against the sides as he straightens his posture, baring his teeth at you as he prepares, you think, to lunge out and haul you in with him despite a screaming protest—but you reach forward just before he can, dipping a hand down into the warmth right between his thighs.

katsuki jumps, seriously, leg kicking out so hard that his heel slams into the edge of the tub, when you gently hold him where he's soft. "jesus!" he all but yelps, eyes going a little wide as he realizes what you've done. what you've made of him.

he's still—marble-still—air sucking in sharply between his parted, frozen lips as you touch him, and heat pools so obviously, so suddenly, in his cheeks, sweet enough that you want to bite into the apples of them. in your hand he swells thick, quickly, a little slippery from the soap he's already added to the water.

all his tension returns, as a different strain; katsuki swallows, hard, as his eyes dart back and forth between your own and where your hand disappears into the water; when you gently rub your thumb back and forth across the tip of him, his back straightens, even moreso, and, you don't think he knows it, but his legs part even further.

an invitation if you'd ever seen one.

he finally comes back to life when you lean in close enough to nudge your nose to his, just to see him blink.

he's so cute, you want to eat him alive.

"the f-fuck are y'doin'?" he whispers, eyes dropping back down as you stroke him lightly, just enough to coil him tighter. at the end of the tub, water sloshes quietly from the movement, and katsuki's ears burn.

you've caught him entirely off guard, and if it wasn't clear before, it becomes crystalline when you kiss him, deeply. he's lazy to reciprocate, breathing softly, open-mouthed, as you press a soft kiss to his top lip and then to his bottom, whispering his name back to him just to hear his sharp inhale.

you time a clever stroke of your wrist with the firm press of your mouth to his, insistent and fast, urging the wildness of him to catch up, to come out. it hits him all at once—your desire, his own, the heat of it all—and his hand shoots out of the water to grip the back of your neck, a deep groan slipping from his chest as his cock kicks in your hand.

you try more than once to pull back from him with a sneaky little laugh, but his fingers tangle in your hair and he kisses your teeth and you think, maybe, you're not teasing him enough. his knees knock lightly against the ceramic as he tries to spread them, even further, and his hips shift up with every slick pump of your fist, urgent and eager.

he speaks, furiously, against your lips, when you snatch your hand away, instead teasing your fingers along the inside of his thigh. "get—in th'fuckin' tub." his shoulders tremble, ever so slightly. "i ain't askin' again."

you laugh against him and his nostrils flare. "you didn't ask at all!"

"so quit your bullshit already."

you lick his bottom lip, nipping at the fat of it gently before weaving your own hand into his damp hair. "no," you tease, like a brat, but when you tug enough at the strands, he gets the hint and allows you to pull away. "i'm trying to help you relax, you know?"

katsuki doesn't respond at first, only huffing out a frustrated sound when you wrap your hand around his length again. his face is steaming, despite how firm he's trying to be; your own desire strikes hot when his head tips back just slightly, jaw straining as he grits his teeth.

"no," he finally grunts, eyes dark and pinned to you. "'s'the last thing i feel, is-is relaxed."

"hmm," you make a point to frown and look away, like you're thinking, but katsuki's impatience wins out and he drags you back in for a shuddering kiss. he's fervent, now, nipping at your lip and brushing his tongue against your own eagerly, trying to muffle a painful sound against your cheek. "that's too bad," you tell him—but you don't think he hears you, really, over his low curse and the returning slosh of water against the tub.

but when you ask him again, only a handful of minutes later—his boneless answer is precisely what you were looking for.

[once-ina-blue-moon]

the stalker’s tango (closeup and transparent ver. under the cut ^_^)

[mushtoons]

Can we please please please see Simon get a big hug from IK. I think he needs it. I think they both do

we kinda made it cringe and turned it into angst dhdjdjdj

[marshmcore]

Skwisgaar guesses Murderface’s new cologne (based on this video)

*spends a large amount of time making a comic based on a underrated ship* LMAOAOAO it’s finally done!!! I hope you like ;w;

[magicalzebra]

[mistercakerz]

HIDEKU DOODLE

[nothingbizzare]

A weird tree or something

[bunni-v1]

On the topic of his hands...what about lighter pressing down on your tummy when he's deep inside 👀 stopping his thrusts and just putting pressure there if you're refusing to look at him? I'm going to be SICK thinking about his sexy smooth voice as he croons in your ear and ignores any whining to give you what you want while he presses his big hand down harder for you both to feel him inside

I saw this last night and I’ve literally been fantasizing ever since. I’m gonna kiss you through the screen thank you for blessing my thoughts 🙏

TW!! Belly Bulge, Size Kink, Reader has a pussy for those who aren’t comfy <3

Listennnn, Lighter’s hands are big, but his dick is bigger. Without going into detail (because I’m seriouslyyyyy gonna ruin all the fun of my headcannons), that shit is hugeeeee and it’s got two nice prominent veins and it’s such a workout just getting it in, but it’s sooo worth.

Because it’s so big it’s nearly impossible to take him without the head peaking out through your little tummy. It’s really one of his favorite sites in the world, getting to see the way his dick moves inside you. Each upward thrust making the little bulge more and more pronounced~

(When he first noticed it he was genuinely horrified that he’d hurt you really badly 😭 He wasn’t aware it was physiologically possible to do that to someone… poor guy…)

The first time he ever pressed on it was a total accident, by the way. He was just trying to reposition himself so he could get deeper but in his sex fueled daze he missed the bed and put his full weight on your stomach and fuuucckkk did that feel good. His brain had to physically pause him to catch up to the sensation. He could literally feel the way you were contracting and sucking him in through your skin. Each little twitch of his dick or squeeze of your pussy was clear as day. (He’s not religious, but he started to believe in a god that day).

Your reaction was the best thing about it, though. The way you threw your head back and let out the most broken cry of his name nearly made him cum on the spot. You squeezed him so tight at the new sensation, like you could somehow possibly get him even deeper than he already was. His hand covered nearly the whole expanse of your lower abdomen, and it was so warm as it pressed into you. It definitely didn’t help that he was just staring at you while he held you down like that. Each pathetic stutter of your hips had him pressing harder, just to hear those noises. Just to feel how desperate you were for him.

Oh, Lighter has a new favorite torture method~

If you start misbehaving at all, and I mean even a little bit, this is the first thing he pulls out. I’m serious. You’re not making enough noise? You’re not looking at him? You’re being argumentative? Good luck.

He’ll pull alllll the way out to the very last millimeter, his tip just hardly grazing your sloppy little entrance. Then he slams his hips in, at an upward angle to ensure both you and him can see it through your stomach. And he just stops, slowly tracing his hand down your thigh, across your puffy little clit, until it finally presses down nice and hard against your abdomen.

He’ll lean down on top of you, bodies flush against each other, only worsening the sensation as he whispers “Now, don’t make me torture both of us. Be good for me and I’ll start moving again~” If you still don’t listen he’ll push just a little more, “You gotta behave, rewards are earned baby.” And you can feel the rumble of his voice through his chest, ughhhhh.

(This was wayyyy longer than I intended lol. I’ve got the Lighter brainrot bad I fear.)

[colorful-horses]

waddle dee shrine