#I want to eat you my love
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akanemnon Ā· 3 months ago
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I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.
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lmadsadness Ā· 2 months ago
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Shockwave, thats a terrible way of saying I love you
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lotus-pear Ā· 5 months ago
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mourning black and the death of ideals
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humbuns Ā· 11 months ago
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please never go away
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sukunasteeth Ā· 9 months ago
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Taking Care of a Tired Sukuna
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Sukuna has had a long day.
Well, night.
Morning.
Fuck.
Working construction had been twisting up his sleeping schedule. At this point, Sukuna was starting to feel it in his body; in the strain in his muscle, and the aches and pains that randomly gripped him.Ā Ā 
They had him working on a new project that could only be done at night, while the public was off the main roads, and that meant his new work hours were starting from sometime in the middle of the evening and ending in the morning or the mid-afternoon. Being nocturnal wouldn't be so bad if his commute home wasn't during rush hour. The traffic was always worse when he just wanted to crawl onto his couch and fall asleep there. And when he does come home at the end of the day - he's aching, exhausted, and every bone in his body is vibrating with the noise from a jackhammer or the hum of a forklift.
Sukuna has always liked something that keeps him busy, interested, something that tests his strengths. So, he can't say that he hates the job, but he does wish that it wouldn't occupy so much of his time. He's wont to forget things when he's so wrapped up in a new task.
Like today, for example, when he finally swings his truck around the front of his apartment building, barely making it off the freeway without murdering someone, and he spots your car parked there in his spot.
He starts a bit, his sleep deprived brain suddenly spinning as memory serves him.Ā 
That's right. You were supposed to come over today after he got off of work and spend the night- and he didn't plan a damn thing. There's no flowers in the backseat, he didn't stop to grab lunch for the two of you, he doesn't even have anything in his fridge for dinner tonight, besides a few forgotten beers tucked away in the side door.
As Sukuna searches for a parking spot much further down the street, he knows he should be disappointed with himself, but he can't help the touch of excitement that's suddenly dissolving the exhaustion from his muscles. Sometimes, Sukuna resents the fact that you manage to reduce him to this. He hates that he can't control that his heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing you again, like he's in some sappy romance novel.
But it was the hold you had on him, and he was starting to accept it.
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You got to Sukuna's apartment about two hours before he was scheduled to be home. It was a day off for you, and you woke up with butterflies fluttering around in your chest.
You were giddy to see him. You always were. And not a single butterfly has died in your heart-space for him since the moment you met Sukuna, around two years ago. He has tended to each of them since then with his gentle but stubborn touch, although, he would never admit it.
You adored him for that.
It's still early in the morning when you use the key he had made for you to unlock his front door. Immediately upon stepping in, you're hit with how dark his studio is. The sun had risen over the horizon hours ago, and yet, the only hint of its light came from a small gap in Sukuna's blackout curtains. When you pull them back, you turn around and wince at the room behind you.
Yep, he's working too hard.
There's construction tools all over the house; sitting on the counter, in the sink, on his bed-stand, there's even a huge oil covered machine beside the front door that you nearly trip on in your trek over to the curtain. His coveralls and work clothes are strewn across the living room like he's been too exhausted to even make it to his bed at the end of his days, which is not very far from the couch. Meanwhile, his bedroom and the kitchen look nearly immaculate, telling you he hasn't cooked in days and confirming your suspicions about his sleeping arrangements. You wander over to his fridge and pop it open, sighing hopelessly when you're greeted with nothing inside.
Good thing he has you.Ā 
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By the time he makes it home, it's around one in the afternoon. You've got his laundry hanging on the clothesline outside, more in the washing machine, and all of his tools and odds and ends have been sorted and dusted clean. You've opened every window he has, and cool, fresh air sweeps away the oppressed darkness his apartment held before. Everything was back in equilibrium.Ā 
When his keys jingle outside the door, you're just finishing up the last of folding his laundry. Sukuna steps inside, and your heart aches at how drained he looks despite the way his eyes widen as he peers around the room in surprise. His clothes are covered in dust from the construction site, and there's a smear of dirt on his cheek that makes him look like a chimney sweep. There's a tool in his hand that looks rather heavy, straining the muscles in his arm, but he seems to have momentarily forgotten to put it down. Half moon circles are embedded under his eyes, but they only bring out the intensity of his gaze.Ā 
"Hi 'Kuna?" You chime, calling his attention to rest on you.
He blinks, taking a moment to process the situation. You don't recognize the glimmer in his eyes then, and part of you starts to sweat at the thought of him taking this all wrong. Sukuna had never been particularly picky with you, but vice versa, you had never done something like this for him before. He never gave you the opportunity, after all. Out of the two of you, Sukuna was usually the one who was always effortlessly put together.
"You... cleaned..." He notes.Ā 
You swallow, "I did but I didn't move things around though. Just tried to put things back. Your laundry is right outside and I got you some groceries-" Sukuna drops the tool in his hand without warning, and you start talking faster, your voice raising a pitch as he starts towards you. "Okay, thinking back, I guess I should have asked. Maybe texted- no, you hate texting. Maybe called-"
ā€œDid you clean the paint specks off of my air compressor?ā€ He was standing in front of the machine beside the front door, which you painstakingly made sure not to ruin in your cleansing, despite having no idea what it was.Ā 
When he looks at you for an answer, continuing to close the distance between the two of you. You swallow the rock in your throat. ā€œToo much?ā€Ā 
Heā€™s made his way across the room and his surprised expression finally settles into a familiar hungry grin. He grabs you by the hem of your jeans, yanking you roughly towards him. You catch yourself on his chest, making a small noise of surprise. When you look up to scold him, Sukuna is an inch away from your face, his lips almost brushing yours, save for half a centimeter of space between them. He smells like sawdust and menthol, you can taste it in the close proximity as he greedily takes your breath away.Ā 
ā€œOff. Now.ā€ He growls, but his fingers are already undoing the button clasped in the front of your pants. ā€œIā€™m about to fuckinā€™ eat you, sweet thing.ā€Ā 
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You end up skipping lunch, but you're well satisfied a few hours later. A certain hunger: satiated. Sukuna is resting peacefully beside you. You can hear his even breathing against the sound of the cicadas outside, screaming in through the windows. Seeing him so content, sets your heart at ease and you release a sigh of relief.Ā 
Now, to end the night, it was time to slip out of bed without him noticing to finish folding his laundry.Ā 
Or so you thought.Ā 
As you carefully peel back the blankets and try to sneak off the side of the mattress, a warm pair of fingers loop themselves around your panty line, effectively preventing you from going anywhere. Guiltily, you peek over your shoulder to see Sukuna glaring at you with half of his face still smushed into his pillow, genuinely disgruntled with the fact that you were trying to leave his bed. You can't help but chuckle.
"I'm just gonna go grab your laundry." You reassure him, brushing a tousled tuft of his hair out of his eyes. The knot between his brows deepens.
"Let me do that later. C'mere. " He tugs on your panty line, confident that you'll be submissive for him.
The sun outside was casting tall shadows on the walls of his bedroom and the glow was now deep and rich, telling you that it was preparing to set. You didn't want Sukuna's laundry on the balcony all night, which is what you were sure would happen if you didn't go and grab it now.
You hear a thread rip in your panty line interrupting your contemplation and, quickly, you grab his wrist, squeezing it as a signal for him to let go.
He continues to hold fast, his brow cocking in a silent dare.
"'Kuna, come on." You try, "Lemme take care of you-"
"You've been doing nothing but take care of me all day." He scoffs, like the idea of it is absurd to him. Rarely does Sukuna allow you the opportunity to show him as much care and adoration as you have today. Being doted on was not typically something he enjoyed. You knew that, and that's how you also knew that he was exhausted to his bones that day. "Get your ass back here."
There's a tug again, and another thread snaps somewhere. You pout at him, already having the foresight that this pair of panties wasn't going to last you long either. Your partner had the tendency to rip them off of you, and this wouldn't be the first pair to become a shred of what they once were. To be fair, he was also known for giving you his credit card and telling you to go buy "some things for him to see you in", so it would be at no cost to you. But, you happened to like this pair.
Sukuna watches you consider your options silently, unrelenting in his hold on your lace. When you peek up at his gaze, testing one more time, you know you've already lost.
"Don't make me chase after you." He warns, the promise of your inevitable surrender is evident in the predatory glint of his eyes. If Sukuna had a tail at that moment, it would be swaying back and forth, preparing for a pounce. "It's been a while since the last time I had you tied up. I do miss those sweet little bruises we left on your wrists."
You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention upon his recollection. The last time Sukuna had you in ropes, you had to call off of work the next day. Your backside stings with the memory, but half of you can't help but ache for it too. Tied up in Sukuna's bed while he was forced to care for the boneless pile that was his girlfriend, drunk off of his lovemaking? That wasn't the worst place to be.
But, on the other hand, you could tell how exhausted he was with the new construction project at his job. You have a flashback of showering with him at the end of the night and scrubbing sawdust out of his hair. Having to gently prod and kiss him awake as he fell asleep standing up in front of you. You were adamant that you weren't going to do anything to tire him further tonight.Ā 
Before you can properly give in, Sukuna must have decided that you were taking much too long to obey him.Ā 
His other hand reaches over and winds around your lower waist, pulling you backwards into the soft cushion of the pillows and easily flipping the two of you so that heā€™s mounted above you. In your surprised stupor, he collects both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins them above your head.Ā 
"You've forgotten how to follow directions again, kitten." His murmur is like velvet against your ear. His teeth graze over his favorite spot on the nape of your neck, where heā€™s already tortured it with his teeth and hickies. You didnā€™t realize how raw the skin was until he bites you there, drawing a whimper from your throat.Ā 
Ā "Let's remind you."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs Ā· 23 days ago
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Congratulations to TEAM CHEESE for winning the popular vote on the Charcuterie poll!
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feelo-fick Ā· 5 months ago
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it can't be too hard right?
it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...
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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D
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gd-dollopole Ā· 2 months ago
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Thereā€™s something so sweet about this scene. Not only Arthur is surrounded by his knights, his friends, he still canā€™t seem to forget thereā€™s someone missing.
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And the way he approaches Merlin is nothing funny or sarcastic: itā€™s pure concern, itā€™s love, itā€™s respect.
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Merlin admits heā€™s scared, without thinking about it twice, because yes, this is Arthur, the same man who makes fun of me on a daily, but heā€™s also my best friend, the man I love, and who I could lose, but I canā€™t tell him, but, oh God, if he needs to know I donā€™t want him to die. Iā€™m the most powerful warlock on earth, yet Iā€™m scared of Morgana, because she wants to kill Arthur, and Iā€™m weak when it comes to him, Iā€™m scared I wonā€™t be able to protect him as I should (especially since Merlin has heard the prophecy that spoke of Arthurā€™s bane).
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I like Arthurā€™s stunned face. Merlin is referring to his life. ā€œYou donā€™t care you could die?ā€ And not only Arthur is shocked by it, because he thought Merlin knew his reasonings by now, knew that Arthur would never risk losing his knights, losing Merlin. But Arthur doesnā€™t care as long as his men are safe, as long as Merlinā€™s safe (because, letā€™s be honest, this conversation is nothing but a way for them to tell each other how they feel towards one another, without exposing themselves to the danger of this revelation). And Arthur needs to make something clear:
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ā€œOnly about you.ā€ Because Arthur brings Merlin everywhere like heā€™s a solider, a warrior, someone who knows how to fight with a sword, whoā€™s an asset to Camelot and the kingdom itself, so he considers him an equal, someone he can sit with on a lower step and chat with about his fears, because he can be vulnerable with Merlin. Arthur knows heā€™s safe with him.
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Arthur includes Merlin in his speech, and this is something that could mean, ā€œOh, so Merlin isnā€™t a friend, isnā€™t a brother, heā€™s so much more.ā€ This scene is so impactful, because itā€™s one of those rare moments where Arthur shows how deeply he can love, how much risk heā€™s willing to take to bring peace to his kingdom and to his people: to the ones he loves.
And he knows his knights, he knows Merlin wonā€™t abandon him, because he has never done it, and Arthur truly believes Merlin has no reason to do it now, even if heā€™s scared. Itā€™s as if Arthur is asking, just to make sure, just to have the confirmation that they think the same of it.
And they do:
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I wish I didnā€™t understand how much Iā€™m willing to risk, and have already risked for you. Because this is why Iā€™m here: for you and only for you.
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The self deprecating smile, because Merlin canā€™t back down, he never will. Heā€™s so frightened, yet not even the prospect of battling against Morgana and her army will make him run.
He has Arthur to protect.
The way he smiles, itā€™s as if heā€™s saying, ā€œWhy didnā€™t I understand this sooner? Arthurā€™s just like me.ā€ But itā€™s the fact that they told each other this, they know now, after ten years, that theyā€™re willing to do anything and more for the other to stay safe, to be alive, even if one of them isnā€™t.
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Merlin tells Arthur. He watches him intensely, because Arthur needs to understand. Heā€™s honest.
Arthur gets it, and heā€™s finally happy. Heā€™s relieved that Merlin wonā€™t abandon him, that he will stay by his side, like he always is, protecting him, fighting with him, and helping him.
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Arthur smiles at Merlin like heā€™s seeing him for the first time, and he falls in love with him just that tad bit more.
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egophiliac Ā· 10 months ago
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CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS
there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head
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I don't know why I decided to draw it this way
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#(these will be relevant in a moment)#this isn't going to happen. but WHAT IF.#anyway i didn't get him (damnit birdman come home) so i had to look up his story#and let me tell you friends my findings were SHOCKING#crowley canonically likes vegetables which means that the crowley is revaan theory = BUSTED#crowley is sailor venus = CONFIRMED#(i know 'whip of love' is a saying but that's where my mind always goes)#DISCLAIMER: this is (mostly) a joke please continue to hold whatever theories and headcanons you want#but look. c'mon. look over here at this whiteboard i've covered in red yarn.#revaan being a picky eater has come up multiple times and there is an entire whole bit about how much he hated jerky and refused to eat it#and now they've made a point of talking about how crowley will eat almost anything and loOoOoves wild game meat especially#it's SO stupid but i can't help but read way too much into it#(this is tumblr if you don't want to see incredibly stupid overanalysis of anime guys then why are you HERE)#and i gotta hold on to something because otherwise whenever malleus and crowley are onscreen together i just keep going 'same hair color...#unless this is like. some kind of deep cover thing.#lilia doesn't recognize him because he saw him eat a green bean once and revaan would NEVER#crowley's secret is safe for another day#(serious hat on: i do think they're probably connected in some way)#(but there's something deeper going on that we're just not clued into yet that will hopefully explain things)#man forget revaan what if crowley whips off his mask and it turns out he was meleanor this whole time#wait hold on meleanor loves jerky. IT ALL FITS...
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bunnieswithknives Ā· 3 months ago
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Obsessed with his brain
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icaruspendragon Ā· 9 months ago
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something the women in my family are absolutely flabbergasted by every time it comes up is the fact that i donā€™t own a scale.
ā€œhow do you know how much you weigh??ā€ they cry.
ā€œi donā€™t.ā€ i simply respond.
ā€œyou look thinner, have you lost weight?ā€ they ask at christmas.
ā€œi dunno.ā€ i say as i check on the turkey.
ā€œyou look bigger, have you gained weight?ā€ they probe, as if my weight rests on their shoulders.
ā€œiā€™m not sure, but itā€™s fine if i have.ā€ i respond with a casualness they cannot comprehend.
ā€œdonā€™t you want to know if youā€™ve lost or gained?ā€ they inquire over cups of coffee and a plate of untouched cookies.
ā€œi do.ā€ i take a sip. ā€œwhich is why i donā€™t need to know.ā€
ā€œwe donā€™t understand.ā€ they say.
ā€œiā€™ll drive myself mad if i know. itā€™s been a question iā€™ve been looking for the answer to since i was in the seventh grade and my weight was the topic of conversation for the first time; the stretch marks on my calves puberty brought being questioned and condemned. and so i started weighing myself once a day. then twice a day. i gained weight as i grew and was told to stop. i got depressed when i was 16 and the weight i gained was more concerning than the scars on my thighs. the critiques turned to compliments during my first year of college when iā€™d started skipping meals and my body had to feed itself because i wouldnā€™t. everyday i stepped on the scale and smiled as i watched that number get smaller and smaller. hunger felt like victory. i started doing drugs that took away my appetite and then my strength. and started feeling guilt when my stomach felt full. and suddenly every time i looked in the mirror i hated what i saw. the more weight i lost, the better i was supposed to feel. each remark on another part of my body lost felt like a slap to the face. i was told i looked good but i knew i wasnā€™t good enough. and so i tried harder. and then i started to get dizzy when i stood. and i ignored it like iā€™d learned to ignore my hunger. and then one day at work i dropped like the weight that was never enough after i bending at the waist to grab a milk cap from the floor. and when the darkness faded, i was surrounded by panic as an ambulance was called. and then i was tested and prodded and poked because they thought something was wrong with my heart. and the problem persisted but they never found out why. but iā€™d known all along. and then i left home and its scale behind. and moved into a new home that was mine. so i bought plates and sheets and art for the walls. but i didnā€™t buy a scale. then every time i walked down an aisle iā€™d see the them and pause. and iā€™d think about the hunger i now kept at bay. and even though i didnā€™t know how much i weighed, i didnā€™t notice my body had changed. and iā€™d think about how i hadnā€™t been dizzy for months. and how i hadnā€™t fainted for longer. and then iā€™d keep on walking. and now most days i like how i look.ā€
ā€œbut donā€™t you want to be skinny?ā€ comes their quiet response.
ā€œi want to be myself in whatever body i have.ā€
they stare in disbelief. so i shrug my shoulders, and grab a cookie. and i smile at them as i swallow the first bite.
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viktorpartner Ā· 8 months ago
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Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help
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rui-drawsbox Ā· 3 months ago
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manga so good i had to do my own cupidsona,,,
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aria-greenhoodie Ā· 4 months ago
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I fucking HATE them.
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teddybeartoji Ā· 4 months ago
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18+ mdni; fem!reader
wolf!yuuta kneeling in front of you a second after you step inside your shared apartment bc he's missed you so fucking much. he paws at your thighs as if he's a puppy and not a fucking wolf, who could easily devour you if he so desired. but here he is, staring up at you like he's completely at your mercy (he is).
you pat his head and he leans into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he inhales your scent. fuck, he really did miss you... it's so sweet, it's so addicting ā€“ he doesn't say he fucked your pillow just a few hours prior because he just couldn't take it anymore. your dirty underwear smells good but it's nothing compared to what he has in front of him now, only mere inches from his so very sensitive nose. oh, how he wants to to just shove his face into your crotch and inhale like it's his last breath of air, but he can't.. he has to be behave. he can't be too haste, it's rude.
and you deserve better than that.
so, he forces down his innate need to pin you down under him right then and there, he forces down the need to sniff and lick, to eat you out until you're crying out from overstimulation, begging for him to stop because it's just too much. the scratch marks you'd leave on his cheeks wouldn't faze him at all, if anything they'd be a sign that he's doing his job well.
"yuu.. ?"
he snaps out of his little daydream, your voice cradling his mind like a soft cloud of pure sweetness. he meets your gaze and gives you a reassuring smile, letting you know that he's here. that he's ready to serve you.
he'll get to play out his fantasies later.
but now, he'll just help you get all cozy. he'll feed you and clean you and make sure you're all taken care of before sinking his sharp teeth into you as a reward for being so good for you.
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xxplastic-cubexx Ā· 2 months ago
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the way u tuck charles hair behind his ear like a dainty elf princess whenever u draw him sends me every time, i know erik would agree šŸ™šŸ»
i fear im adopting 'dainty elf princess' into my vocabulary here on out thank you for this wonderful gift anon
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might you accept my small gift in turn ... i was inspired ...
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