#I feel so embarrassed I’m so sorry

[mxmarsbars]

happy morning gorgious monday to all those who celebrate 🎉✨

[carissime]

Literally no thoughts just Gojo after your wedding carrying you over the threshold of your hotel room. You’re not leaving for your honeymoon until the morning but he nearly trips on the doorframe in his haste.

“You really don’t need to carry me—”

“But it’s tradition, we need to consummate the marriage!” he insists. Within seconds his lips are against yours and he’s fumbling with the light switch, and you finally swat his hand away and just beg him to take you to the bed.

He works the zipper of your dress down, part of him sad that he’s not going to see you in this gorgeous gown again, but then it reveals your white lace lingerie and the groan he lets out is broken and guttural and desperate.

This is far from the first time he’s seen you like this, but there’s something about this moment here and now that makes it so much more intense, so much more intimate and he just never wants to let you go.

“Satoru,” you whisper, and his breath hitches.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Shh, I know. Just lemme take care of you, like I promised.”

And when he sees the gold band on his fourth finger pressing into the skin of your hips as he sheaths himself inside of you, he nearly loses himself, sending up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that he can keep his promise to keep you safe and happy forever.

[thevirginslvt]

most personal drawing so far awroo i was blushing and giggling the whole time

full version:

[vhoorlpool]

based off @slightly-knot-insane’s sexy af werewolf drabble… (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ muahaha!!

(nsfw under the cut— monster referred to as him because I love being a slut on this website /j)

trepidation, repugnance, utter disgust— your monster mate is only used to being seen as something to be feared and abhorred in the eyes of humans.

claws rip and tear into your captor, leaving a spray of blood and gore in replacement; a raw, sickening pink to red clumped in fleshy piles at his feet. you’ve taken his heart. rearranged the broken pieces left within and gifted him with something easier to understand. where he sees nothing but mistakes and regret stained under his sharpened nails and in the lines of calloused palms, you see refuge— a safehaven in the form of a hideous beast.

you were supposed to be with him today. he was supposed to be helping you inside and tucking you away into his home with your bags in tow, nesting with him in preparation for this season’s rut. instead, his heat is in full force; and you’re broken and bruised before him just because some fool thought they’d like to take you for themselves.

“damn it—! you alright, sweetheart?”

dirtied hands hurriedly cup your clammy cheeks as he looks you over, gaze worried and voice saccharine as he pulls you close. “look at what they did to my girl,” he castigates to himself, clicking his tongue in distaste as he swipes his thumb; gentle in the way he rids your face of mud; though smearing blood on the apples of your cheeks in accidental exchange. “out here thinkin’ they could take you away from me. look at where that got ‘em.”

he’s hard. achingly so, being so close and smelling your flowery scent that’s like solace turned aphrodisiac to his weary body and tired mind. his cock chubs; twitching in his pants as he breathes you in. “do you hurt anywhere? did they do anything to you?” and when you shake your head, it’s like he can finally rid himself the weight of a thousand worries off his back. with a low groan, he molds himself against you; big hands sliding down your back and settling on your waist instead. “smell so fuckin’ good, baby. god, you worried me to death out here.”

seeing you laugh as he gives the globes of your ass a soft, teasing squeeze has him chuckling along; the sound raspy and growly as he licks a wet stripe up the column of your throat. he’ll never be used to this— the devotion in your eyes and the warmth in your heart that’s all for him. he’s used to being the one who heels, the one who is shunned and scorned; and yet you’re knelt against him with your arms wrapped around his neck like he’s the next greatest, oversized plush you’ve got your hands on. saying he loves that is beyond an understatement.

“mm… ‘s it okay if I take these off?” he murmurs lowly in your ear, palming at your shorts with a look that’s nothing short of heated. “can’t help it, baby. when you look at me like that… fuck, makes me want you so bad—“ he’s hungry, but tender in the way he helps you shuck them off before helping you into his lap; letting you curl up against his chest. rough palms find the fat of your thighs as he spreads them slowly; making you straddle him before he’s playing with the wet heat between your legs like it’s a stress reliever. (but let’s be honest… it absolutely is.)

“so pretty,” he coos, using the pads of his fingers to rub slow, soothing circles into your ever swelling clit; his foe’s blood and your slick making a delicious, wet friction between your nub and his digits. he grins like the devil when he feels your back arch like a woman possessed. “atta girl. I’m gonna add more, yeah? keep your legs spread for me, princess.”

gentle. he’s gentle in the way he spreads you open with one finger before it melds into two, thrusting sloppily into your fat cunt as he uses his free hand to rub at your clit again. feeling you squirm makes him laugh; delivering a benign slap to your pussy that makes you let out a delicious little squeal. “will your noises be just as cute once I mount this pussy? tell me, pretty girl, do you want that?”

tired of his teasing, your answer is given when you turn in his lap to push him down onto his back; his hands coming to grip your hips on instinct. seeing you on top has never made him teeter on the edge of creaming in his boxers so quick— he almost has half a mind to feel embarrassed before you’re pulling them down and lining himself up with your entrance. as soon as you’re sinking down on his cock, his poor little brain is turned to mush.

so much for that.

“fff-fuckkkk….” the haze in his mind swirls like leaves in the wind as he thrusts up into you; helping you bounce on his fattening cock; wandering hands groping at your tits before he’s gripping your hips and speeding up his movements with a gutteral growl. “gotta breed you. gotta fuckin’ breed you so bad— please, baby, please. please, please, please—“ he feels like he’s losing his mind. as soon as you give him the okay, he’s rutting up into you like a man starved and you’re the closest thing to a full course meal he can find. “gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore. you want that? yeahhh, you do. want me to knock you up until you’re swelling with my brood. god, you’d look so—“

with a hoarse whine, he can’t keep himself from panting before he’s painting your insides with a thick, creamy white; letting you milk him dry before your tight pussy leaves him dead to the world. huffing, his chest heaves with every ragged breath as he absentmindedly rubs your hips; nuzzling his face into your chest as he peppers sweet kisses across your sweaty flesh.

“…that’ll teach anybody from tryin’ to steal you away again. so… how about a round two, hm?”

[snzluv3r]

i love having a snzfucker girlfriend so much she makes me feel so attractive and special in moments that i’ve normally been made to feel gross and embarrassed and small, like i should be ashamed of things i can’t control.

not only does she treat me with kindness and patience when i’m having a horrible allergy attack and can do nothing but sniffle and sneeze, she makes me feel pretty and worth loving and even sexy and it’s so special and i’m never going to get used to it

[shima-draws]

Grips my shirt and tears it apart so that all the buttons go flying and SCREAMS I love Law and Cora so much what the FUCK!!!!

[daemonmage]

Does it ever frustrate you when people argue about the moral implications of characters in serialized media (like comics and tv shows) when you yourself know that the reason characters will do things incredibly differently and make some completely out of character choices depending one what the writer wants to write.

Or not even moral implications, literally just any action or characterization.

And also those writer change so frequently that often the character will do something with one writer and then not do it with another writer.

Also these things have been existing so long that (especially with comics, like nearly a century) that times have changed and writing has also changed.

Just remember that these are characters that have been around for years and have been passed around by writers since their conception.

There is no hard canon with these things.

(Also a better argument would be about the industry issues and why the writers wrote what they did rather than arguing about fictional characters. Because a lot of this stuff is mostly industry issues that should be addressed because these are real people making these writing decisions and editorial changes.)

[cupiidzbow]

how I feel when I stop being scared as shit and reblog art of my favs that I really like so bad

[slytherinshua]

..yes,that's it.

why are we doing all this 😞😞😞

[goblinontour]

I really liked that post you reblogged about being kinder to writers because it’s SO TRUE!! You could spend six months pouring your heart into something and all you’ll get immediately is “when are you writing more then???!” It’s never “I absolutely loved this and hope you can write more someday, here’s what I particularly enjoyed…” it’s just so demanding. This expectation that you can just pump out work for their pleasure like it’s nothing whilst they themselves could never produce the work they’re demanding from you. How entitled do you have to be to not realise it’s actually just rude?

I haven’t published a fan fic in over a year despite still writing them and honestly I love it so much more now because it’s actually for myself again. Sure you miss out on the positive comments but you also don’t feel like all the fun has been sucked out of something that was once meant to be enjoyable. When it starts to feel like trudge to get through then what’s the point anymore?

yeahhh, though i think that was the part i related to the least from that post because i do think i’m craving that validation in one way or another. even though i enjoy writing them, and recently i’ve even started rereading some of my own stuff because there’s literally no one else here except for 2 or 3 people, which i don’t want to pressure into writing more or quicker just because i want to read a fanfic, because i know what goes into it or at least what it’s like for me. the writing part of it has become one of the only things i enjoy doing lately and maybe that’s why it’s been getting worse and worse for me actually because there’s little to no response when i go ahead and post, safe for those mentioned 2-3 people, you know. i don’t know. maybe i’m just messed up. but it’s nice to see when someone takes the time to say something rather than just an empty reblog. and even then i find i have a hard time responding to any positive feedback because i either think ‘are they just saying that to be nice’ or i simply don’t know how to answer and then i forget and then i feel bad for forgetting because they took the time to say those words and blah blah blah.

[cerealmonster15]

I lied I am also going to show you these I found as well because I think they’re silly and also because i don’t think many people will see them at this hour with no tags lol. disclaimer again these were early days doodles and also mostly bouncing off inside jokes with my friend in discord so things are gonna. we get a little ooc silly in this house 🫡

more from that cafe au I talked about lol. Um. Really in my era of dramatic pining characters <- I say as if anything has changed with me. It hasn’t. my fave part of all of this tho is that part in the corner here look at it again

[corrodedcoughin]

Happy Valentine's!

I provide some soft angst:

Steve being genuinely not use to affection, whether that be nice compliments, someone saying "I'm proud of you", someone asking how his day went, folding his laundry when he's too tired. To be frank, it even feels a little uncomfortable because of how deprived he is of having someone who cares. So when he meets Eddie and he just provides all that naturally, he's stumped because no one's ever done this for him before.

Enjoy this nugget of a prompt darling~!

Ahhh I’m so sorry this is so delayed! Needless to say this is such a lovely prompt.

I’ve not got a full on Drabble for you in response but I do have some thoughts

Steve being uncomfortable at the start so he just tells Eddie again and again ‘it’s okay man. Seriously it’s okay I can do it’ whenever eddie tries to help. Eddie listens the first few times but one afternoon he arrives to Steve’s house and the guy is clearly wiped out. He doesn’t bully his way in, knows that won’t work here. (Wayne is equally terrible at accepting help, as a result eddie has learned to be sneaky in his tactics)

So Eddie follows Steve into the kitchen where he’s got a pot of coffee on and a pile of laundry on the kitchen island ready for sorting. Steve makes a beeline for the pile, clearly he was interrupted in the middle of his task. And Eddie sets to work on the coffee, setting a mug infront of Steve when he’s done and joining in on the task at hand, folding the many polo shirts of Steve.

Steve is a little foggy, slow to realise Eddie has joined in and made him a drink until but when he does he starts with his usual ‘you really don’t have to waste your afternoon with me man. I’m honestly fine on my own, it’s cool.’ Eddie just hums and continues his folding ‘that’s nice’. He doesn’t argue the point, doesn’t engage in the discussion. Steve looks like he’s about to argue when Eddie throws a pair of boxers at his face ‘I’m here because I want to be but you can fuck off if you think I’m folding your unmentionables’

Steve takes them with a small smile and lets Eddie take him down the garden path of conversation of his plans for tomorrow, his shifts for the week and excitable nods of approval when Steve runs down the latest episode of wrestling that Eddie’s dodgy cable hook up unfortunately doesn’t receive.

And because Steve is a creature of habit, Eddie turns up at the exact same time next week to do it all over again. It takes two months for Steve to stop protesting, which is when eddie starts planning the next ‘Steve wall of affection aversion’ to take down.

[rolandkaros]

reason #3299874 why i hate tennis twitter: i hate how idealistic it feels to say “omg we’re ALL sort of right.” like there should be a substantial middle ground here somewhere and instead it always feels like im being weirdly diplomatic. people are spreading misinformation about how drugs and drug tests work. people are ignoring the very real and EXPERT opinions that were used in the process of ruling. people are pretending to be oblivious to why players might find the whole scenario upsetting anyway. people are projecting their paranoia about doping onto a case where it isn’t applicable. people are using completely impermissible evidence to prove why he obviously did or didn’t dope. nick kyrgios is an idiot. and we’re going in circles and have gotten no where and at the end of the day whatever YOU say will not change the fact that he did in fact get two positive doping tests AND the experts supported a conclusion of no fault no negligence. so where does that leave us.

[comfymoth]

do you have any non-mcyt blogs

no, sorry! it’s just this blog and spiderducks, i don’t have any others. i’ve considered making sideblogs for certain things in the past, like maybe just for art or for my ocs or whatever, but it’s kinda like. well i built my whole community here, on this blog, and it took me years to do it so why would i start over somewhere else? :P

[autisticlancemcclain]

i know it’s a stupid thing to whine about and i’m sorry but the low engagement in my fics lately is super bumming me out, plus the wildfires means there’s no sunlight rn and that uh. is generally bad. for my brain. so i’m going to take a break for a bit?? for at least tonight. i need to sort my shit out and do some writing practice to figure out what i’m doing wrong. FRF is definitely still on and queued for tomorrow, and i haven’t decided about wip wednesday yet (not even sure if i’m continuing that bc so far that’s been a flop) so i’ll let y’all know :) be safe and stay healthy everyone i’ll be back soon

[djdangerlove]

Our family cat, Bedussey, crossed the rainbow bridge today. I was in middle school when I found her outside our house on the Fourth of July scared of the fireworks. I begged my parents to let me bring her inside and they said “just for the night”. She’s been with us for 18 years. She brought me so much comfort over the years, especially in middle school when I truly felt alone. I miss her so much already, but I’m glad I had the chance to cuddle her one last time this weekend. Love you, love bug 🖤