I recently scrolled through all your marvel art and wanted to say it is AMAZING.

The Peggynat ones in specific are feeding my gay ship obsessions.

Have a good day

Eeee thank you so much :3 I'm glad you like the Peggynat art, I will definitely make more.

my boyfriend was getting dressed after a long morning of us flirting and teasing each other and i opened my eyes to him climbing atop me to straddle my chest completely naked and i got so hot and a little needy seeing him towering over me and smiling down at how flustered i was and while i was kissing his thighs he moved to put his cock in my mouth and i only got to taste him for a moment before he pulled away and finished getting dressed aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

All for One is dead. So is Midoriya Izuku's father. These facts aren't mutually exclusive, no matter how much their killer might wish they were. But no one else knows they are. No one else knows, and Izuku has no plans to tell them. Not even when his arm, the arm his father reached out to grasp, begins to go numb. When he finds himself losing his faith in heroics. When he finds himself jolting awake at night, assailed by guilt. When his palms begin to itch. Izuku is being haunted, that much is certain. The only question that remains is whether or not he wants to be.

Read my fic? 🥺🥺🥺

(@kstbj pspspspsp Howdy dearest mutual I think you'll really like this one based on how I've seen you respond to corruption arcs, it's v fun prommy <3)

fucking someone hard enough to get the burps out really good concept. also consider fucking them slow and deep so you can rub the burps out of their stomach and reduce them to a total mess

Oh fuck is this good! I love the neediness angle that you get at too. Not just wanting, but needing someone to make you feel good in every way, coaxing those burps out from the outside and from within you. Needing to be touched, rubbed, loved on, belched, and fucked all at the same time. Needing to be reduced to a moaning, panting, burping mess with not a care in the world but the heaven of your own pleasure. Needing the orgasmic bliss of every release you're brought to, with each sensation only amplifying the pleasure of those that follow as each burp increases your arousal and the release of each orgasm allows more burps to slip out...

... Anyway, where was I?

i'm normal i'm normal i'm normal i'm NORMAL.

Reaching out across universes w my loving hand to ask my beloved Grima to take it in my hour of need for comfort,,,,,

I desperately need someone to fuck the anger and sadness out of me right now

my ex best friend always openly admired my capacity to move on from a show the minute it got shitty or otherwise annoying and looking back it should have been foreshadowing LMAO

🐶💭

I want kisses and a tattoo or three 🥺

Last week's rules still apply to tomorrow's A&E Fic chapter - Bestie has abandoned me and therefore this chapter has not been viewed by another living soul before being posted, meaning you are getting more raw, unfiltered content from Ally's brain and Imma need y'all to give me feedback accordingly ❤️

(pssst.....guys send me asks ily)

'use your words, puppy'

what if I was so empty-minded I just giggled and whined and stammered for a while instead

it's basically the same thing, right?

@noblehcart con't from [ here ]

Sometimes she wondered if she were imagining this electricity between them, the way she could almost feel him when he neared her, could feel the weight of his gaze on her even without looking at him. If she were imagining the heat between their skin when they touched and the breathless need when their lips met. Sometimes she wondered if she were imagining it, or if he simply had a self-control that put hers wildly to shame. Granted, she did her best to control her more… base urges around him, lest he think her a harlot. But gods help her thoughts of him consumed her like wildfire; her thoughts and her control the kindling. 

She wasn’t used to feeling like this, so wildly out of control of herself- never before had someone so thoroughly burrowed their way under her skin and into her mind and dare she even think it- her heart. A place so entirely guarded with conversational barbed wire and moats of cynicism and walls of abuse that she hadn’t ever had to entertain the idea that someone might one day mean something to her. 

She managed to wait until they were once more alone, just inside her door as he dropped her off, looking ravishing as sin incarnate and just as tempting, and before she could think better of it, the words were slipping off her tongue, her entire body leaned up toward him, ready to plead if he required her to. 

are you sure? he asks and she doesn’t know if he’s asking for his own consent needs or because he wants her to redact her question. Confusion has only a moment to cloud her brown eyes before his fingers card through her hair and he continues and relief floods her instead. tell me when, habibi. She doesn’t know if she’s asking for everything; she’s alluded to her past, but never properly acknowledged the marks he’ll find when his hands are given more liberty… and despite her need for him, there’s still the voice whispering that he’ll leave her when he sees them, the leftover marks of weakness and ownership left by her father. 

But perhaps she can enjoy him enough for now to last her when he leaves her. “Now, please.” She begs, reaching up to cup his face. “I- I don’t know my pace yet, I’m sorry. But, I can’t go any longer, I need you to touch me, or let me touch you- please, Stefan.”

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I think i found out what I'm good enough and it's being a fucking secret. But i understand. I mean who am i kidding? That's literally the best i can have and deserve.