Me As A Writer

“before it was gojo it was-” omg nobody gafffff your fave is still ugly and irrelevant no one cares.

that’s all i see in tiktok comments and on my twt timeline, shit 😒

choso kamo getting so handsy and greedy that he gets you to squirt for him ;)

based on this ask.

“come onnn,” he drawls, something sinister dropping his tone. “give me another one.” two fingers are circling over your clit, nursing you through your third orgasm of the hour. “i know you can give me more than that, pretty girl. wan’ you to make a mess all over my fuckin’ hand.”

a big, warm palm is splaying over your tummy, applying enough pressure to make you cry out deliriously, head lolling back and sinking into disheveled sheets. you’re writhing, rutting your cunt against the hand that paws at you, bated breaths catching in your throat.

choso follows the cant of your hips, long fingers sinking deeper and deeper, fucking to the very back of your poor, drooling pussy. he smiles when you tighten around him, sucking him in harder, wordlessly begging for more.

“god, i just know you wanna make a mess,” his pretty lips are ghosting yours, voice hushed as he whispers into your gaped mouth. “give me one more, baby.” he kisses you sloppily, furling his fingers upward to press against the spot that makes you wince.

“cho,” you’re choking out, interrupting yourself with a helpless whimper.

his fingers are relentless, mindlessly fucking you open and stretching that pretty pussy out as he swallows your cries, embodying your pleasure. choso follows the depraved arch of your back, poor cock aching at the sight of you so… gone.

“f— fuck it feels different,” you gasp, core tightening in a horrendous need to release. “oh, god… f-feels like something is different this time.”

“yeah? y’gonna squirt for me? is that it, pretty?” choso smiles something wicked. the hand that lays over your abdomen presses harder, his fingers plunging deeper. “fuck, give it to me. i need that… wanna taste that. i’ll clean you up, yeah?”

his fingers slip out briefly, but only for them to hungrily delve between your glistening lips. they trail over your slick, twitching clit, tracing tight, purposeful circles over and over and over. it’s not long before he’s sinking them back inside of you, ruining that slutty little pussy yet again.

he leers over your body, gaping as you fuck his hand, desperately chasing your looming orgasm. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt serves as a warning of the incoming downpour that slowly begins to trickle around his fingers.

a loud and nasty sound leaves you as the dribbling liquid morphs into a steady stream of arousal that gushes from your cunt. choso fucks you through it all, sloshes and splatters of your essence staining his wrinkled shirt and face. part of him can’t help but to loll out his tongue, the greedy muscle sweeping over his lips to collect your sweet juices.

“yeaaaah, fuck that’s it,” choso coos, slipping his fingers out of your sloppy hole to fully palm your cunt. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, huuhhh?”

serval tender slaps land against your poor, swollen clit as he forces any remaining liquid of out of you. you curse him, legs snapping closed before hugging you knees to your chest. you’re a wreck, whining and gasping for him to get a fucking grip.

“you’re insane.” you mumble.

choso shrugs, smiling crookedly. “i always knew you could do that.”

guy who has chronic pain and fatigue: man why can't i do more stuff

LGBT people, I need you to know that any “pedophile execution bill” passed in the US is meant to put you, personally, to death. When the right says “groomer,” they’re talking about you. When they say “predator,” they’re talking about you. When they say “pedophile,” they’re talking about you. Any actual child sex abusers who are convicted and executed would be, to them, a happy accident, a cherry on top of a law that’s meant to exterminate anyone who deviates from the cisgender, heterosexual norm.

Aizawa

Took a few days but I finished this! A study/heavily inspired by @/kuroshiro on Twitter/X. Hope you a

The reporters having trouble asking Pro hero Dynamight about his life because he makes everything about Midoriya Izuku somehow.

Reporter: So they told me you've been working extra shifts lately. Is it because you want to rank up as a pro hero?

Katsuki: No. After buying Izuku his mecha suit, I kinda liked the idea of getting nice things for him, so now I'm saving to buy him an apartment.

Reporter: Right... So, what about your new driver's license? It must've been exciting to finally get it!

Katsuki: Not really, I only got that to pick the nerd up from the UA. He still works there.

Reporter: I see you redesigned your winter suit! Tell me, what gave you the idea for it?

Katsuki: Izuku likes it when I show my arms.

Reporter: Uhh... They have told me you like to cook in your free time! What was the first dish you learned to make?

Katsuki: Katsudon. It's Izuku's favorite.

Reporter: ... I see.

aizawa didn't warn shinsou at all

thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw

STEAMPUNK TOMURA MY BELOVED