#THANKS FOR STOPPING BY MWAH.

[obstinateson]

and tell them i was loved

that you always loved me

i know you didn't

but spare them the vision

[cozylittleartblog]

my ACEN tip gimmick has been fulfilled, aaand i got a little carried away with it. I haven't had time to draw for myself (or at all, really??) in like two weeks, i needed to Doodle and Have Fun. ... also, i did not think he would get so many donuts. people understand the value of giving treats to fictional characters :) its what he deserves

also shoutout to snazzyskeletons who had the same Tip Theme i did. we took pictures with our tip jars together. they are adorable v

i'm glad their vash got some donut money too :) 🍩 please check them out if you want some cute trigun stuff

[automaticllamacycle]

Hi lovely, I ADORE your coffee shop au Matty and can’t wait for the next part and I have a couple of concepts for it that I would love to see your take on!! So the first one is Matty being a boob guy in general lol. And the second one is Matty guiding you as you ride him for the first time because you’ve never done it before xoxox

Omg this concept really does give me brain rot, and I wasn’t planning on having riding be in part two so it works out perfect for a concept. I hope you enjoy this <3 I incorporated both! This is also absolutely filthy  (also this is my very first concept ily) this was way more words than i was expecting i got carried away with this concept.

Content: 18+, general filth, praise kink, unprotected sex

word count: 1706

You find yourself sitting on Matty’s lap in the middle of your bed. His mouth is on yours, tongue prodding at your lower lip. You let him in, licking into his mouth. Your hands are at the base of his neck, nails scratching at his scalp and tugging on the brown locks. He’s hard underneath you as his hand runs up your back under your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt, really. The calluses on his fingers send a chill up your spine, your back arching into his touch. Skillfully, he unlatches your bra clasp before pulling your shirt over your head. He stares for a moment, a boyish grin on his face. His lips are red and bitten raw, eyes blown wide as he stares at your breasts.

Out of instinct, your hands go to cover your face. “Matty, can you not? You’re making me nervous.” He always has that effect on you. It felt like he could see straight through you, all the way to the bone. Like you couldn’t hide anything from him, even if you wanted to.

He moves slowly, taking your wrist into his hands, and kissing your palms before placing your hands at your sides. “Can’t help it, darling. Fucking love these tits. I’ll prove it to you.” His lips attach to the skin of your chest, sucking lightly. His other hand goes up to your other breast, completely engulfing it in his grasp, squeezing gently. Your head falls backwards as small gasps leave your mouth. Soon, his gentle lips are replaced by his teeth, tentatively grazing the soft skin, making you jolt. A deep chuckle leaves his throat at your reaction. He loves getting those reactions out of you.

Matty doesn’t let his mouth linger in the same place for long, moving to your other tit. This time paying special attention to your nipple. He takes the bud into his mouth, switching between using his tongue and teeth. “Fucking hell,” you gasp with your hands back in his hair. He is unrelenting, desperate to see your chest marked up. Tongue swirling around the bud before sucking.

When he finally detaches himself, he simply stares at his work while he holds your waist. Eyes carefully examining the red marks all over your chest. “There we go. That’s perfect,” he grins, looking up to meet your eyes. You flush under his gaze, cheeks tinged with pink. Your hands make their way under his shirt. His lower stomach is tense, breathing hard from your touch. Matty gets the message though, leaning forward to pull his shirt off before pulling your lips back to his mouth. He moves with fervor, mouth hot against you. He groans into your open mouth as you grind down onto him. It’s becoming too much for him, and you know it by the look on his face when he breaks the kiss, leaning against your forehead.

“You look so pretty on top of me like this.” His voice is shot, rough and deep as he talks. “I want you to ride me. You up for that?” You’ve been with him a few times now, but never on top. You worry you won’t do it right, that it won’t be good enough for him.

“I don’t know…” you trail off, unsure of yourself.

He’s quick to try and quiet your worries. “I’ll guide you every step of the way. You’ll do great, always so good for me,” he pauses briefly to kiss you. A simple sweet kiss to comfort you. “Is that okay?”

“Alright.” Both your clothes and his are taken off with haste, thrown to the bedroom floor. You sit on his lower stomach, waiting for his guidance. He decides to tease you first, though. “Can feel how wet you are for me, practically dripping.” Your breath hitches at his words, but you retaliate quicky, reaching behind you to stroke his cock. You know what he likes, moving your hand just right to get him moaning and gripping at your waist. “Fuck— love. I need to be inside you.” His hands on your hips lift you off his stomach while you line up his cock with your entrance, bracing yourself on your knees on either side of his waist. “Whenever you’re ready, go as slow as you need to, baby.”

A whine leaves your lips as sink down onto him. “Shit, Matty.” He’s just as affected, fingers digging into your waist as he curses. Bruises would be left in their wake for you to find tomorrow. A reminder of how his hands felt on your body for the next few days.  Of how eager and needy he was with every touch, never quite close enough to your skin.

When you finally bottom out, he’s deeper than he ever has been, filling you up in every way possible. He waits patiently as you adjust, taking the time to nip delicately at your neck. Rough hands soothing up and down your sides, making you melt into him. You look at him, he could tell you didn’t know what to do next. “Move when you want to. Whatever makes you feel good will make me feel good.” His hands push your hips forward, showing you what to do. “Move your hips like you’ve been doing all night.”

You start grinding, pushing him even deeper into you. The pleasure is instant as his cock presses into that spot inside, sending heat to your stomach. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that,” he encourages seeing the ecstasy on your face. His hands at your hips move along with you, signaling for you to go faster. Your confidence grows, and the speed of your hips increases, chasing that feeling slowly building inside of you.

If you didn’t think Matty could hold you tighter, you were wrong. Groans leave his lips continuously. His brown eyes go back and forth between your tits, the spot where you both connect, and your face. He’s not sure what he would rather stare at, burning the image of you into his mind.

You take him by surprise when you rise on your knees, before grinding back down onto him, starting a slow pace. “How’s that?” you ask, struggling to get the words out. Head already fuzzy. “Is this good?”

“Fuck—yes that’s good. Always so fucking good around my cock.” He’s lost in the feeling of you, cursing every time you pulse around him. Your hands grip his shoulders, aiding you as you speed up your thrusts. His hands stop guiding your movements, letting you fuck him all on your own.

The feeling you chase is getting closer. Heat builds up in your stomach and runs through your veins. The heat burns all the way to your fingertips, setting you ablaze. Every moan that leaves his mouth emboldens you, as your hips begin to bounce onto him, desperate for that high. “Look at you, taking me so well,” he begins babbling on, words barely coming to him. “Such a good girl for me. So fucking beautiful on my cock like this.” It was taking all of his strength not to come in you right there. Tits bouncing up and down right in front of his face, driving him crazy.

You cry out a choked sound, leaning into his neck and wrapping your arms around him. Your thrusts are growing sloppy, tired and exhausted. All you can do is beg. “Matty, please,” you plead in his ear. Your nails scratching down his back. He’ll have his own set of marks to remember you by for the next few days.

“Want my help, darling?” he asks with a groan. You nod vigorously in the crook of his neck.

“Please. Need to come so bad, please.” The sensations are becoming too much. His skin raw against you.

“Alright, baby,” Matty replies before his hips begin to pound into you at a brutal pace. He wastes no time to get you to your high. One of his hands leaves your waist, splaying across your lower stomach before pressing down, hard. You whimper into his neck at the pressure. “Feel that?” you nod again at his question, not trusting the strength of your own voice. You’re not sure you could find the words if you tried, completely drowning in the feeling of him. Everything else is hazy. All that exists right now is Matty.

You are right there, and Matty knows it by the way your pulse around him. He takes his thumb and moves it down to rub fast circles on your clit. Complete and totally pleasure shocks your system. “Matty, fuck—I’m about to come—”

“Look at me,” his voice interjects. You do as he says. Anything to please him. Barely fighting off the orgasm you’re rapidly approaching. His warm brown eyes bare into you, wide and overcome with adoration for you. Your body is perfect for him, reacting to his every touch. No one he’s ever had can compare. His thumb goes faster while his eyes remain locked to yours. “Go on, come all over me,” he pants, nearing his own completion.

You fall apart on his cock, losing yourself on his body. His movements split you apart yet put you back together again all in an instant. The pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision fades black as you melt into him, shockwaves pulsing through your muscles. His thrusts continue at a rapid pace as he reaches his climax. He lets out a loud groan as he spills inside of you, holding you tight to his body. He pants, gasping for air as he holds you, kissing your forehead gently while rubbing your back.

“Did so well for me,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss. You two lay like that for a while. You, on top of his chest, not ready to be apart from him again.

“I don’t wanna move. Too tired,” you say, head resting on him. He chuckles at your words. A huge smile on his face at the fact you’re all his.

“Gotta get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Only if you carry me to the bathroom. Don’t think I could walk if I tried anyway,” you mumble.

“Alright, sweetheart. I can do that.”

[asteria7fics]

Here it is, everyone. The final chapter is here.

The end of Exactly Where I Left You!!

Thank you SO much to everyone who has supported EWILY! This fic is the most ambitious project I’ve ever taken on, so seeing people genuinely enjoy it has been sort of surreal for me!

I hope you’ll stick around for what I have cooking for the future!

[muppetminge]

I think it’s really sad how quick people are to attribute malice to people purely on the basis of disagreement. 

Discussions around beauty culture so often end up being a case of pitting traditionally ‘feminine’ women and ‘non-feminine’ women against each other - despite the fact that this is usually not the initial intent. 

I am extremely critical of beauty culture. Flat out. I do not like make-up. I think it’s a horrible thing. I stand by this. 

I do not have anything against individual women who wear make-up. Or women who shave, or get botox, or plastic surgery or whatever. Nor do I - solely based on this - have any opinion whatsoever about how feminist or unfeminist you are. No, wearing make-up or shaving or whatever will never be a feminist action. You, as a person, can still be be - no one is ideologically pure, we are all whole, multifaceted people. That’s good, and that’s fine, and that’s how it is. You are so absoluted allowed to do things without going through the analysis - otherwise no one would ever get anything done. Something something ethical consumption or whatever, you get it.

The point with all this is, I think it’s a shame that so many seem to interpret anti-beauty rhetoric to be anti-you, as a person, or, indeed, anti-women. Because that’s exactly the opposite of the intent! I feel about this like I do, and as passionately as I do, because I love women. 

And I think it’s, mind the language, fucking bullshit how much bullshit is invented purely to prey on insecurities that don’t even have a grounding in reality! Because I promise you, your face is fine. Your skin is fine. Your body hair is fine. 

You are allowed to look like a human woman. Because that’s what these standards are about, isn’t it? Alienation from our natural form? Trying to convince perfectly normal women that something is wrong with them for ... being perfectly normal women? Because, really, why are you insecure about your hairy legs in the first place? Your perfectly normal, though non-airbrushed complexion? The signs of life, and joy, and laughter, and age on your face? The length of your eyelashes, the size of your feet, the shape of your breasts? Because it sells. Because it’s kind of genius, isn’t it, inventing shit based on fuck all so you can sell more stuff we don’t need to (over) half of the human race. Most importantly, because it takes control away from you. Because messing with your confidence and your self image makes us easier to push around; to stop us from meeting our potential (and, oh, is there anything that’s more terrifying than the thought of women being what we could be, what we have the ability to accomplish?) 

And I’m at the point of rambling now, perhaps, but there’s that. I don’t hate women who wear make-up, my beef isn’t with you. I promise you that. I’m not asking you to burn your eyeshadow palette. I’m just fucking sad this is how we are treated. That we are expected to buy into this whole illusion that there’s something wrong with us, that we’re just a sack of (fixable! buy our latest cure now!) problems in a trenchcoat. 

And I wish that more of us were better at looking in the mirror barefaced and be astonished at the beauty there, instead of feeling naked and ashamed. I wish we didn’t try to hide from each other quite so much. I wish we could just be. 

She screams at the top of her lungs, I’m whole! I’m body, I’m heart, I’m mind, I’m soul.

[teddybeartoji]

ROOMIE!GOJO…………………….

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LOGANNNN MWAH MWAH MWAHHH I LOVE YOU SOO!!!! I LOVE YOUR ROOMIE!GOJO I LOVE MY ROOMIE!GOJO I LOVE ROOMIE!GOJO I LOVE YOU WHAT!!!!! mind you i have more of him........ so yk................. be ready............... mwahahahaha cue super evil laughter

no but seriously i love roomie!gojo sooooooooooooo much he's so silly and he's so stupidly touch starved he just somehow manages to hide it a little better than u ig but his heart did almost give out btw like he definitely thought he had died for a second there....... oh and trust the both of u fell asleep right after that just absolutely knocked the fuck out SIGHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED HIM i need you.....

[altairring]

As Vio had said, Happy International Rio month/day! 🎉🧡

Happy reading, everyone!

Commisioned my friend (@/migraineroom on twt) to draw Agnes and Rio, hehe

[detectiveneve]

does gale dying in a wild magic surge give him more ammunition in arguing wizards are better than sorcerers or does it give lakhesis ammunition to tease him about being so squishy? either way i’m delighted, that’s so fucking funny

LISTEN I'm still cackling about it. and also I think gale definitely has the upper hand here... for... he died reasons...... unfortunately lakhesis will never let go of her pride so TEN YEARS FROM NOW it'll be like gale going "I'm sorry, I do believe you, my fair lady, are forgetting that time you very much killed me. by setting me on fire." "okay that was a decade ago how are you still hung up on it. I REVIVED YOU didn't I." "I DIED? I could have BLOWN US ALL UP? you killed me????" "well maybe if you had been better at MAGIC you would have saved yourself--" and they go back and forth forever about it. like you have to understand they are this post to me

[auquaticmoonlight]

I’ve become afraid of death. which is actually improvement for someone who was suicidal but also. scary :(

this is all your faults /pos /pos /pos-

[ruvviks]

tfw you lose focus on a job in a club and end up kissing your bestie's neck sloppy style while the target is getting away ↳ seb belongs to @reaperkiller

[krabbu]

it took me a long time, but i’m finally announcing my book! This was my thesis project in college and I’m pretty proud of it. I got super stuck after finishing the second chapter, but I’d really like to work on it again after my cowriter is less busy. You can find the sample for free at chimeraclaws.com!

I never ask this, but if you’re gonna share any of my works, this one is the most important to me!!! I’d love to get feedback on the story and characters outside of my close family and friends. If you do have crit, send an ask or an email!

[cottagecori]

fave tv show gif tag game

thank you for the tag @topherwrites !!!

rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag people

no pressure tagging @gretagerwigsmuse @psyfi @jaggedstartalk @sloanksabbith @redfurrycat

[purple-babygirl]

I like the way you wrote angel with mob bucky and would love to see your take on orc bucky who abducted himself a human wife

(if you have time ofcourse)

Man oh man have I taken this ask seriously and ran with it.

You're in for a great surprise soon, nonnie. If you're still here of course:"

[wrestletotheground]

5k likes God I'm sorry everyone I fear im winning the yappathon

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari, i may or may not be plagued with laios thoughts so im sorry but im dragging u down with me. do u think baking with him would be fun?? (i just learned his fav food is apparently cheesecake and it got my mind running)

also!! i hope ur days been well <333 MANY KISSES MWAH

MOSS . HOW COULD YOU.

i went completely feral seeing this in my inbox btw YOU CAN’TTTTTT ENABLE ME LIKE THIS OK!!!!!!!!! I’M ALREADY SMITTEN W HIM AS IT IS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ……………

but . sniffle . you’re a genius and ily. HE WOULDDDDD BE SO FUN TO BAKE W :(((((( i still haven’t gotten to know him completely so i’m going off the little i know + vibes + my prophetic blorbo vision BUT. i just feel like he’d eat from the batter. and get a tummyache. smh…….. butttt he also takes it very seriously!!! super seriously!!!!! so i think he could restrain himself .,…, he would look soooo cute wearing a cozy apron all covered in flour 🥺🥺 and he’s so focused on the baking . sits in front of the oven like a lil puppy so the cake doesn’t get burned….. and he’s so giddy when it’s finally time to eat. burns his tongue a lil i think 😭 but he doesn’t mind bc!!! it’s so tasty!!!! he’s so happy….

if it turns out to be a failure i think he’d get a lil depressed tho LMAO. so you have to take a big bite and coo abt how delicious it is :3 and then he feels a little better . whether you’re his s/o or friend i think he shows affection through food …. watches you dig in and just feels so content :((( wipes. a crumb from your lip. and eats it. very casually. personally i would Melt into the ground but he doesn’t understand the power he holds so he’s like . :) . completely oblivious ….. i can’t stand him (<- is so in love they can barely breathe)

AND . HIM LOVING CHEESECAKE. HE’S SOOOO FUCKING CUTE MOSS WHAT DO WE DOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 sniffle ….. i just think he would go all 🥺🥺 if you made some for him …….. idk if he’d be the physically affectionate type or not bUT. i think he nuzzles into you like a big cat . bc he’s very thankful. and ofc he would also make lots of treats for you…… they may or may not include monsters but um . well . he did his very best so you HAVE to eat it and enjoy it sorry. that’s just how it is!!!!

[hiraethwrote]

hii hea! 34, 28, and 14 for the ask game pls ^^

smooches letta 🩷

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been too scared to do?

alright, i have always wanted to try skydiving but the idea scared the living hell out of me… only extreme sport that I wanna try tbh

28. do you collect anything

hearts 😏…. i’m just kidding. not a big collector per say, but probably books and mugs?? only think i can think of that may qualify as “collecting”

34. do you have any pet peeves?

this is very specific for my job, but i cannot stand when customers don’t say hi, or goodbye or in general don’t answer me