#so waking up to this this morning

[paracosmicka]

Super quick doodle before work lol

I’ve been doing this thing where if I don’t wanna wake up early to start getting ready my brain is like “I’ll let you draw sonadow for 30 minutes if you wake up” and it works for some reason but then as revenge to myself I draw sonadow sleeping

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[mashmouths]

does anyone know how to stop the body from keeping score? i have shit to do

[tojisun]

simon pining for his fwb, getting all jealous when he finds you grinding on someone else in the dance floor, so much so that he pulls you away.

you yell out his name as he tugs you out, calling out for him to stop, but simon is a quiet wall, not really listening. not really caring.

what does make him pause is the vitriol in your words, hushed, and exhausted — “i’m not your anything, simon.”

…right. that’s right.

he’s just got to show you, then, that he is more than what you think he could be. show you, then, what you’re missing out.

(callused fingers grip your waist, holding, using as leverage. his scarred lips are tugged in a snarl, grunting, rumbling.

his desire is so much bigger than himself.

uncontainable. uncontrollable.

and yet, it’s the quiet sob that wrenches itself out of his throat that makes your stomach flutter. that makes you feel the honest curl of pleasure pooling in the base of your spine.

“please,” he whispers, folding before you, bowing until his trembling breath is tickling the rise of your chest. “please.”

your fingers twitch, hesitating, then you’re bringing your hand up to curl them on the base of his hair.

“i know,” you reply, mind a numb press, suspended underneath the tides of your ecstasy. “i’ve got you, si.”)

—

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[lukazade]

Good morning!

[crabsnpersimmons]

me: i got a busy day outside of my cave today, i don't have too much time to draw. let's just keep it simple today

one hour and a half later:

...

anyways

off to work for me

[snail-day]

TW: Fluff/Smut, Aftercare, Creampie, pussy drunk gojo. Humiliation/Affectionate Bullying. Praise. Overstimulation. Domestic bliss. MDNI Happy Early Monday <3

Satoru is the type to ask dumb questions like: “I can see her?”

It’s some privilege he hasn’t already earned a thousand times over. But you know that look in his eyes, mischievous, awestruck, and just a little too innocent for what he's asking. So you sigh, roll your eyes, and pull your panties to the side. It’s not even sexual. Not at first. He’s just obsessed. Worshipful, even.

Your very pretty little kitty - his favorite thing in the world. Well, besides you. Sliding his blindfold up just enough to get a better look. Baby-blues observing the way your kitty looks all soft and plushy.

“Such pretty lips you got here,” he drawls out with an edge of awe, spreading you open with careful, slender fingers. His thumb drags slowly through your slit, savoring every texture, every slick sound your body makes for him. A finger pushes in, slowly as he admires the way your walls suck it in, just so he can feel how warm you are around him. His thumb brushes over your clit - his favorite spot - and you twitch beneath him, breath hitching.

A slow smirk curls on his lips as his eyes gleam at the way slick begins to form. “Come on,” he coos, “I’m just looking. Why are you getting all perverted on me now?” Causing you to hide your face in the pillow, but that doesn’t stop him. If anything, the action spurs him on.

“Aww, don’t get all shy on me now,” he fans out, voice sticky sweet, laced with mock sympathy. “You’re the one gushing all over my hand.” Sliding another finger inside like he’s testing the waters - slow and indulgent - curling it just enough to make your thighs twitch. His other hand stays on your ass, thumb dragging lazy circles into your skin as if to soothe you while he bullies your pussy with the other.

And he talks. God, he never shuts up.

“Feel that?” he asks in a soft murmur, voice low, almost velvet. “She clenches up so tight the second I go deeper. Like she’s starved for it.” He lets out a soft laugh, lips brushing against the curve of your lower back. “So greedy, baby. You just love being full, huh?”

You can feel him watching you - eyes locked on the way your folds flutter around nothing, like you’re already begging to be filled. And he hasn’t even done anything yet. Just touched. Just talked. Just looked at you.

“You get shy,” he says, voice syrupy with amusement, “but your body’s louder than your mouth ever is.” His fingers dip back down, gathering more of your slick like he’s collecting honey from his favorite honeybee. “She’s practically sobbing for me right now.”

You let out a muffled whine into the pillow, heat licking up your spine.

“Oh? Hiding from me again?” he grins, leaning in close so his breath brushes your ear. “You weren’t hiding when you pulled your panties to the side like a good little thing.” His fingers return, this time two slipping in with ease. The stretch pulls a shaky moan from your throat, and he groans, low and pleased.

“God, listen to that.” The wet, obscene squelch of your arousal makes your toes curl. “You hear how fucking juicy you are? So greedy, who knew a sweet thing like yourself could be this greedy.” Those fingers curl just right, and your back arches, body betraying you. You don’t even know what you’re gasping at anymore, his touch, his voice, or the sheer humiliation of it all.

“And look at this,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out just to show you how they glisten, strings of your arousal clinging to them like taffy. “You make such a mess for me, baby. Every. Time.”

You try to move, to turn away or hide your face deeper in the sheets, but he’s already sliding between your thighs, one hand gripping your hip to keep you still.

“Mm-mm. Don’t you dare run from me,” he purrs. “I haven’t even started tasting yet.” His tongue flicks out, warm and wet against your throbbing clit, and your body jolts, hips threatening to lift right off the bed. He groans like you’re a five-star meal, like he’s starving, like you’re the only thing he’s ever craved.

“Goddamn,” he moans into you, lapping at your soaked folds. “You taste better every time. Like your pussy’s in love with me or something.” You release a pitiful squeak, actually squeak, into the pillow, and he laughs, smug and breathless.

“Don’t act surprised,” he murmurs, tongue dragging a slow stripe up your slit. “She gives you away more than your mouth ever could.” And with that, he dives in again, thoroughly tasting all of you. Soft trembles giving yourself away with thighs slickened and twitching, hips rutting into the air like you’re chasing something you can’t quite name.

He’s been between your legs for what feels like forever, alternating between teasing licks and filthy praise that makes your whole body burn. When he finally pulls back, mouth glistening with your slick, you think maybe he’s done teasing. But then he taps the head of his cock right against your clit. You flinch, your whole body jolting as a gasp rips from your throat.

“Easy,” he coos again, grinning like a devil. “She’s sensitive, huh? Can’t blame her... I’ve been down there talking her ear off.” You make a noise, half groan, half sob. Your hips lift on instinct, trying to chase the weight of him. He chuckles and lines himself up, pressing his thick, velvety head right against your entrance.

But he doesn’t push in.

Just stays there. Warm. Heavy. Mean.

“I’ll be good,” you whisper, your voice a desperate little mess muffled in the pillow. “Just - please, Toru.” And he melts. Just a little. The kind of man who would paint the stars if you asked nicely.

“Alright, baby. Just the tip, yeah?” You know it’s a lie. He knows it’s a lie. But you still nod, biting your lip like maybe if you play along, he’ll go easy on you.

He presses in. Just the tip. Just enough to stretch you open, to have your back arching and your fingers clawing at the sheets. He groans low, head dropping as your warmth envelops him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel too good. Like your pussy’s trying to pull me in already.” You whimper something incoherent, nails curling into the sheets. He doesn’t move for a moment. Just stays there, buried an inch deep, his hands stroking over your hips as if he’s being patient.

Then he slides in another inch.

You gasp, thighs shaking. “Toru - ”

“Shh,” he soothes. “It’s still just the tip. Promise.” You know damn well he’s halfway in, but he kisses the small of your back like he’s innocent. Like this isn’t a trap. Like you didn’t fall into it willingly.

“See?” he murmurs, hips rolling forward just a little more, “you’re takin’ it so well. So warm... so snug around me already.” His hand slips under your stomach, lifting your hips just slightly, angling you how he likes.

“This okay, baby?” he asks, voice husky with restraint.

You nod - yes, please, more, whatever gets him to stop talking and finally, he bottoms out. One slow, devastating thrust, all the way in. You cry out, face buried in the sheets, and he groans into your neck, kissing along your shoulder.

“God, you always fall for it,” he pants, voice smug and aching at the same time. “Every damn time.” Starts to move, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every pulse, every squeeze, every helpless little noise you make.

“You knew it wasn’t gonna be just the tip, baby,” he whispers against your skin. “You wanted it all, didn’t you?”

The smirk slips after a few more thrusts. His breath stutters. Hands gripping your hips tremble just a little.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, already rutting into you, slower than he wants but deeper than he should. “You’re - shit, you’re gripping me so tight. I can’t - ” Cuts himself off with a whine, burying his face against your shoulder like he’s ashamed of the sound.

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your skin, hips rocking helplessly. “Missed this. Missed you. God, I think I’m going crazy…”

You turn your head just enough to peek back at him - his pale cheeks flushed, hair messy, pupils blown wide as he fucks into you like he’s chasing something that keeps slipping just out of reach.

He’s losing it.

“Please - baby, please, I need to stay inside,” he groans, every thrust dragging another shaky breath from his lungs. “Don’t push me out, don’t squirm like that - I won’t last, I won’t.” His voice cracks on the last word, needy and raw, and you can feel how he trembles when your walls flutter around him.

“You’re too good to me,” he whimpers. “Fuck - too good. Too wet, too warm, it’s perfect, you’re perfect - ” You release a moan softly, tightening just a little, and he gasps like you’ve knocked the wind out of him.

“Oh my god - oh my god, d-don’t do that - fuck, baby, I’ll cum - I'll cum, I swear - ” The pace stutters, sloppy now, thrusts shallow and erratic like he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to finish then and there.

“Let me stay like this,” he begs, forehead pressed against your back, voice muffled and frantic. “Just a little longer. Please, I - fuck - I love your pussy so much, I don’t even care if I look pathetic right now, I need this, I need you.”

Oh, he barely makes it. One more thrust, two more, and then he’s gasping your name, voice cracking as his hips jerk forward and stay there, buried deep inside your warm, messy cunt. His whole body shudders as he spills into you, thick and hot, groaning brokenly into your neck.

“F-fuckfuckfuck,” he babbles, hoarse and helpless. “I’m cumming - I’m cumming - god, baby, you feel too good, I can’t - ”

You whimper under him, soft and sweet, and it only drives him further over the edge. He clutches you close, arms trembling, as he pumps you full and completely loses himself.

Silence.

Just his ragged breathing, his cock still twitching inside you, and your soft, content sighs as you melt into the mattress beneath him. He kisses the back of your neck, sweat-damp white hair sticking to his forehead.

“You okay?” he asks fondly as he pulls out slowly, cum spilling between your thighs. No answer.

“…Baby?” Propping himself up on one shaky elbow, blinking blearily as he looks down at you. You’re out. Not fully asleep, but heavy, drowsy, body limp and cozy like a cat in a sunbeam, your lashes fluttering and breath already evening out. Satoru, poor pathetic thing that he is, makes the softest noise.

“Are you serious right now?”

He watches as you shift just a little, a sleepy whine escaping your lips, your thighs still sticky and glistening with the mess he left behind.

“You’re falling asleep like this?” he whispers, scandalized, motioning vaguely to your cum-covered legs, the sheets, everything. “Baby, I - ! We just - !”

But you just mumble something incoherent and nuzzle deeper into the pillow, clearly unconcerned. Groaning deeply, dragging a hand down his face.

“You’re too cute. I hate you. I love you. Fuck.”

Despite the dramatics, he moves, gently peppering your inner thighs with kisses, hands smoothing down your body as he tries to sooth the trembles. He’s so gentle with it, whispering little praises like you’re listening: “You did so good for me, angel… my perfect girl… even if you did pass out like a brat…” You’re already halfway asleep. Eyes barely open. Breathing all slow and heavy, like the world doesn’t exist beyond the blankets and his arms around you.

“No, no, baby,” he says softly, gently tapping your hip. “Don’t do this. Don’t go to sleep like this.” You make a little noise. A whimper, really. Something between “too tired” and “don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know, I really did a number on you,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. “But you gotta get up and go pee. Seriously. You’ll get a UTI and then you’ll be mad at me and I’ll cry.”

He’s trying to joke, but there’s actual worry in his voice. He’s already climbing off the bed, grumbling dramatically as he looks for a towel, gently wiping between your legs with care, even as you twitch and squirm from the sensitivity.

“Sorry, sorry,” he winces, “I know you’re all sore and cute and ruined, but if you don’t pee, I swear to god I’ll carry you to the toilet myself.”

He kisses your lower back as he works, voice lower now, coaxing and sweet.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. But we gotta do the boring part now, okay? Just for a second. Then I’ll tuck you in and you can sleep for like… fourteen hours.” You groan into the sheets again, and he softens instantly.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs with a shaky laugh, “you’re literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re trying to hide. That’s illegal.”

He does scoop you up. Warm towel in one hand, your sleepy, limp form cradled in the other like you're his precious little patient.

“There we go,” he coos. “Gotta take care of my baby, yeah? I ruined you, so I gotta fix you.”

Once you’re done and back in bed, freshly wiped and redressed in one of his big shirts, he tucks the blankets around you like he’s swaddling a newborn. And then he collapses next to you, flopping dramatically with a sigh.

“You’re so much work,” he mumbles, burying his face into your neck, arms looping around your waist. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

You hum, half-asleep and finally clean, and he grins when you lazily pat his hair.

“…I knew you were awake,” he whispers smugly. “You love when I fuss over you.”

And even though you’re too tired to answer, he’s right. You do.

[ahhrenata]

Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie hears him. He keeps his eyes closed and just listens- to Steve grumbling to himself when his hair doesn’t sit quite right, who starts to hum and whisper some catchy song. Eddie turns his sleepy gaze onto Steve as he shuffles around their room- watching quietly as he slips on his clothes, his shoes, a simple chain with Eddie’s ring around his neck. A warm, affectionate smile breaks across his face. Before he leaves, Steve glances at what he expects to be a sleeping Eddie, but instead, he’s met with a rasped, ‘Hey.’ Eddie sits himself up, stretches his arm across Steve’s side of the bed, and reaches, fingers wiggling. Steve crosses the room to cradle his face.

Their foreheads press, noses bump, and Steve brushes his fingers across scars and dimples.

He breathes a quiet,

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’

Eddie huffs a tired laugh,

‘You know I never mind.’

Because, yeah.

Every morning Steve tries to stay quiet while he gets ready for work, but Eddie always hears him.

( another one from the poll | WIP )

[karta-ri]

sharing a bed = time saved commuting to the lab

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[charmwasjess]

Lightsaber Theory: Obi-Wan "Sith Lords are Our Specialty" Kenobi consistently loses duels to Dooku not for any reason of technical form mismatch or lack of ability, but because Dooku is not even pretending to try to kill him. Resultantly, Obi-Wan can’t figure out what the fuck is going on when they fight. 

Obi-Wan: (preparing to defend an expected lethal strike) You’ll answer for your enormities, Count!

Dooku: (giving him the lightest love tap on the leg) Don’t be so sure, my special good lineage baby boy, so perfect in my eyes. 

Obi-Wan: …What?

Dooku: What?

Which Dooku and Obi-Wan proud lineage moment is even the most unhinged? There are so many to choose from! Is it Dooku’s frequent inability, both in AotC and TCW, to keep from spontaneously gushing about Sidious’s plans and even his own dark secrets to Obi-Wan?? Is it the time in Labyrinth of Evil where Dooku drags a long-suffering, bored Grievous over to watch a holorecording of Anakin and Obi-Wan thwarting his plans yet again, to point out how beautifully they’re working together as a team and how much he likes watching their lightsaber work evolve? Is it in the recent Brotherhood novel, where Obi-Wan just has to casually namedrop Qui-Gon to get Dooku to do exactly what he wants?

Obi-Wan is a big problem for Sidious in his mission to destabilize and corrupt Anakin, and Sidious knows it. He needs him out of the picture to do the same isolating, evil bullshit that worked so well when ensnaring Dooku himself. But the war has been going on for years now, and guess who remains inconveniently alive? And whose job was that to take care of? Oh yeah. I remember. His useless, Padawan assassin-collecting apprentice: fucking Count Dooku. By the time of RotS, Sidious has specifically ordered Dooku to make fucking sure Obi-Wan is dead only for him to completely ignore the command about a half-dozen times.

Going by the Stover RotS novelization, in the same scene where Dooku also literally refers to Obi-Wan as his fucking grandson actually, add that to our earlier list, Sidious reiterates that KILL OBI-WAN is the plan (over the sound of Dooku’s loud complaining) moments before that final duel.  I kind of wish we’d gotten a shot of Sidious's incredulous, enraged expression as Dooku knocks Obi-Wan unconscious and pins him safely out of the way. He is, once again, going out of his way to not kill Obi-Wan in that duel, and this time directly disobeying his Master to his face after they just had a conversation about it. You just know exactly what Sidious must be thinking at that moment. Oh, Dooku. You are so fucking fired.

[almondpiglet]

happy birthday reigen!!! everyone loves you so very much my dear :')

[callie-cyxq]

I’m going fucking mental… XINGQIU, GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK?????????????

ARE YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT??????????

Okay so you’re telling me, Xingqiu would run away to Chongyun’s house and stay there for 10 DAYS to 2 WEEKS (specifically), if her brother had said JUST THAT???????? THAT’S IT???? THAT’S ALL IT TAKES FOR HER TO STAY AT CHONGYUN’S PLACE FOR TWO FULL WEEKS????????? WHAT………

And also the way she mentions it so casually and without hesitation, it’s her first thought?? Implying that this isn’t the first time, and that she does it consistently enough for it to be her first thought and for it to be this casual…

And she would do ALL that JUST because her brother would say something like; “Support the business, make money, get rich.”??? ARE YOU SERIOUS.

LITERALLY SAYING IF HER FAMILY ANNOYS HER OR SHE’S TIRED OF THEM IN ANYWAY, EVEN JUST A TINY BIT, SHE���S KNOCKING ON CHONGYUN’S DOOR AND STAYING THERE FOR TWO FULL WEEKS……

WHAT THE FUCK.

Screenshots from here

[tsuchinokoroyale]

The reviews are in!!!

“Hedonistic beefcake. Fattest ass with the most eager tight hole. Will make you cum 10/10” - a white guy

[remxedmoon]

NILLE BLAST

aaaa worked on these a while ago but!! i’ve got a pétronille design finally!! and it was nowhere near as daunting as i expected to be!!!! this was really fun to work on actually. don’t look at that leftmost doodle btw. it’s. Not Great (by my standards for myself at least).

aaaanyways. design notes and greyscale versions below!! most of this isn’t. super set in stone or anything? just Night Ramblings

in terms of colors she’s mostly just a Slightly Edited version of bonnie’s palette. the only noteworthy addition here is the blue (or. well. more like grey actually) i added to her shirt, hat, and waist wrap. no real reason here, i just thought it’d contrast well with her colors!!

i also kept her outfit pretty similar to bonnie’s! bonnie’s official ref mentions that their shirt is too big for them so! i think it’d be cute for all of their clothes to be hand-me-downs from nille🩶. i imagine she cares more about practicality than fashion, so her outfit’s pretty simple! breathable clothes she can move around in, a bag to hold her stuff, and a hat to keep the sun out her eyes.

generally went for more. blocky??? shapes here? i wanted to set her apart from bonnie! idk. not much to say here!

this didn’t affect her design That Much outside of the bandages on her hands, but she’s rock type here! it just Made Sense with her hammer. in hindsight i wonder if that influenced her design being more Square…

aaa you can probably tell i’m writing these while tired. sorry if these are even more disjointed than usual (somehow). here’s the greyscale versions!! thanks for reading and stuff!!

[candyje11yfish]

pommy :)