#everything is so tidy and it's lovely

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky missing you at night while your asleep him needing to cum so he just gets on top of you takes your little shorts off and slowly thrusts into you as you let out sleepy moans. Then he starts to use you while saying “ shhh baby just take it, take daddy’s cock like a good little slut”

Happy Sunday, let's get filthy 😈

This is really hot though, just the thought of him not being able to wait? Maybe you have a little bit of a free use situation going on and he knows you'll be totally fine waking up to him getting himself off by using your body.

Touching himself just isn't enough sometimes, not when you're right there. He almost feels bad disturbing your sleep because you look so peaceful but there's something about watching you come around while he's already inside you that makes him achingly hard.

He's made his mind up. He's taking what he needs tonight and God, he wants to be rough with it. He still needs you a little more worked up though.

Your shorts are in his way but not for long. He's not particularly gentle when tugs them down your legs given that he hardly has enough control left for 'gentle' right now.

He licks the pads of his pointer and middle fingers of his flesh hand, slipping them between your legs, letting his spit help with the glide. He'd usually use his metal fingers but he knows the colder touch will wake you up and that's not what he needs just yet. His fingers massage your clit in slow, firm little circles, just the way he knows you like.

"So fuckin' beautiful." He mumbles to himself, watching your face. Your lips have parted a little, your breathing a getting more erratic and he can't help but feel painfully smug when your body starts to respond to his touch. You're getting wetter by the second and he adores that he has this effect on you.

He knows you need a something more. He's so frantic, he almost considers just pressing into you now, he's so wrapped up in the thought of fucking himself senseless. He tests his own patience just a bit longer, pushing your thin pyjama top out of the way before latching onto your nipple. His mouth is so hot on your skin, suckling on the sensitive bud in the same way that usually leaves you keening against his mouth when you're awake.

It works wonders, whether you realise it or not. He can easily slide two thick fingers inside you, curling them delightfully in the way he knows you love. It's so easy to get lost in the sight of his fingers disappearing inside you and he's mesmerised by the feeling of your velvety walls rippling around him. His dick twitches in his own hand, clearly getting a little jealous.

He finally gives in, shuffling on the bed as quietly as he can, spreading your thighs and making room for himself. Slipping inside you takes more concentration than he's really willing to dedicate to the task but good God, it's worth it.

The first slow glide is breathtaking for him. You're so warm and wet and soft, it's pitiful how obsessed he is. He's used to a soft groan or a desperate plea from you right after he bottoms out but not tonight.

"Pretty little hole for me to use." He moans to himself, beginning to pull back, still so careful not to wake you.

He doesn't stay so composed for long. His thrusts speed up and there's just something about the way you can't hold in your moans that makes him need to fuck you harder.

"Bucky? Oh fuck, that's good." You groan, only really half awake.

You hear him moan, low and totally filthy but you barely have time to let your eyes focus before he's pulled out, flipped you onto your front with your ass slightly raised and he's sliding back inside you again.

"Just take it, sweetheart. Take it for daddy. Good girl. That feels nice, doesn't it? Waking up with daddy's cock inside you. Had to use you, baby. Couldn't stop thinkin' about you." He's so caught up in the thrill, it's hard for him to think straight, using his body weight to pin you to the bed.

"I-I'll take it for you, daddy. You fuck me s-so well." You gasp, your voice high pitched and frantic, your fingers curling to grip the thin pillowcase under your head while your eyes roll back.

[kroosluvr]

Life's beauty is like a myriad of flowers, and I want to pluck the one that never wilts.

[1111-sunset-circle]

coming home to see your f/o has done a bunch of tasks for you around the house! cleaning, cooking, laundry, taking care of any pets you may have, and the like.

the place looks spotless and they’re so glad to have been able to do something nice/helpful for you (especially while you thank them as much as you possibly can).

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

been sooooo productive lately :3

[frozenambiguity]

Cannot believe I have been here for almost 3 months now.

[permanentreverie]

a moment of joy in days of tired darkness!!!

[queerstudiesnatural]

sometimes watching tv is good :) i've been watching home decor and home organising shows for the past couple of weeks, and today is my very first day of summer holiday (perks of being a teacher) and i immediately started reorganising and cleaning up my home

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Manically cleaning my apartment at 11pm. I hate now that I'm an adult it's cleaning my apartment and not just my room. I wish I was young and only had to manically clean my room. Then again, it's nice to have a whole apartment to myself, even if it means I have to manically clean all of it.

[pikonv5]

i hope people really like how i package their michael orders

[groupwest]

they should make therapy for girls like me who live daily with the insufferable struggles of a utena tenjou complex </3 society will never understand

[abitofboth]

pls pay no mind to the tags this is just a vent post to get some things out<3

[lit-in-thy-heart]

i have had such an adulting week

[steelycunt]

ur Spotify is a bloody goldmine .

HOLDING UR HAND PRESSING MY FOREHEAD TO URS KISSING YOU SOOOOO PASSIONATELY ON THE MOUTH OVER AND OVER AGAIN OMG GDSBHFVHDSCAKFS ASKS THAT MAKE ME GIGGLE AND BLUSH AND KICK MY LEGS!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!

[lavenite]

is my room clean? no. is it organized? also no. but everythings. well mostly everything is in boxes and pushed to the side so its fine LOLLL

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. height difference + jjk men — seeing you struggling to initiate a kiss, ft. gojo, nanami, toji, choso

note. super self indulgent once again woopsies

tags. jjk men x female reader (separately). fluff, suggestive themes. size difference obviously: reader is shorter than the characters. little hint of an age gap in toji’s part (you; early 20’s, he early 30’s). reader gets referred to as ‘small, short, adorable’. nicknames used ‘baby, sweetheart, princess, little girl, angel’. includes drabbles for each character.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“what’s the matter, baby?” satoru easily notices whenever you’re internally debating something. you’d fidget with your clothes, look around and nibble on your bottom lip.

even if you say that it’s nothing, your lover knows that you mean the exact opposite. he walks hand-in-hand with you out of the boutique where he had bought you a pretty dress. his thumb rubs your skin gently, hoping to comfort you with whatever you’re struggling to say.

“it’s uhm,” you finally speak up. satoru halts his steps and tilts his head with a curious pout on his lips. he doesn’t wish to pressure you into anything, so he keeps quiet.

his blue eyes follow your movements from behind his sunglasses. you step closer to him, your small hands travelling up to gently hold onto his jacket. you gulp before balancing your entire body on your toes—creasing your shoes a bit by doing so.

at this point, satoru knows what you’re trying to do. your actions are absolutely adorable and make the sorcerer giggle. he wants nothing more than to squish your cheeks together for being so cute. especially because you’re failing to reach his lips.

“oh, do y’need help maybe?” satoru asks with a smug grin. you frown and try to stand on the tips of your toes, though that didn’t seem enough. your lover needs to lower his head a tad more for you to kiss him.

satoru tilts his head backwards instead. he loves to see you pout and struggle to carry out such an affectionate act. he can’t help it—you’re so fun to tease, “c’mon, you can do it, baby!”

when you give up due to his constant teasing, the white-haired man gasps dramatically. you smack his bicep and turn around with a huff, “forget it.”

before you can take another step away from him—satoru’s hand reaches out to hold your wrist. he pulls you back against his chest, warm palm holding your cheek and tilting your head up so his glossy lips could meet yours.

“sorry,” satoru mutters against your mouth. his tongue sneakily swipes against yours which causes you to squirm. he gives your bottom lip a playful nibble in response, “couldn’t resist teasing you a little.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“welcome home, dear!” you greet kento at the front door as per usual. he sighs in relief and smiles tiredly, appreciating your appearance before him. he seems utterly exhausted from his most recent mission.

“it’s good to see you, sweetheart,” kento shuts the door behind him. he takes off his shoes and places them where they belong before doing the same with his coat. he looks down at you as you help him tidy his belongings, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

to say you’re flustered is an understatement. kento always knows just how to get you shy and embarrassed from the casual way he compliments you. you’re in your pyjamas and apron—barefaced with nothing extra going on and yet your lover is completely engrossed by your looks.

“thank you,” you murmur back with a bright smile. kento smiles as well after seeing your happy expression. that’s what he does it for.

you hold kento’s hand and feel its warmth engulf your skin. his palms are a little rough; probably from the hard work he put into those recent missions he did. you look up at the blonde man in front of you and want nothing more than to kiss him—show your gratitude for everything he does for you.

thus, you lean in and stand on your toes, balancing on one foot whilst the other floats a few centimetres above the wooden floor. it’s hard to find a balance, though your attentive partner is quick to lend a hand.

“careful,” kento whispers, his voice so husky that you feel a shiver run down your spine. his big hands settle on your waist and he doesn’t waste a single second after that.

he leans in as well, head lowered to yours and your noses lightly brushing against each other. kento’s lips find your soft ones—interlocking them in a passion filled kiss. you can feel his entire body relax even more. as if he’s waited all day to be back home. to be back to you.

to kiss and hold you close.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“over here, princess,” toji calls you over with a subtle wave. he’s leaning against a brick wall, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. you walk over to him with an excited smile—happy to spend some quality time together with him today.

“hey, i missed you,” you comment and wrap your arms around his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest to which toji reacts by giving you an awkward head pat.

the older man lifts your head up and away from his body by holding onto your chin. his eyes run over your face, letting out a short content hum. he’s missed you a lot too. not that he’d tell you that directly.

“how’s uni for ya?” toji asks. the pad of his thumb rubs your cheek and you lean into his touch. it brings a little smirk to his face—seeing how easily you become putty in his hands is rather amusing.

“been okay for most part,” you shrug and fail to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. he probably doesn’t do it on purpose, but his half-lidded eyes makes your lower abdomen feel funny.

you’re still so nervous around him, though you’ve got the guts to at least kiss him first. you missed the feeling of his lips against you after all. the constant, soothing rubs of his thumb against your cheek only intensifies your desire.

you lift yourself up on the tips of your shoes. your cold hands cup toji’s face and he immediately gets what you’re trying to do. he snickers at the sight of you struggling to reach him and acts like he doesn’t know what you want.

. . until you whine about how you really want to kiss him. that man is sold the moment he hears your whiny voice.

“fuck. c’mere, little girl,” toji’s veiny hands go around your waist and move down to cup your ass, his lips crashing down onto yours with a desperation he’s never kissed you with before.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“do i need to add salt? she’s talking too fast,” choso ask whilst scratching his head. he’s watching a youtube video on his phone; specifically a cooking one. he’s attempting to copy a recipe in his kitchen and you’re helping him since he doesn’t know too much about phones. and cooking apparently.

you giggle and grab the phone from the counter. the lady’s words are incomprehensible due to the video being on two times the usual speed. you return the settings to normal with a light hearted chuckle, “yeah, because you’ve sped up the video, silly.”

“oh,” choso smiles sheepishly. he checks the stove and makes sure the food isn’t burning before turning towards you, “thank you. you’re a lifesaver, heh.”

you can’t help but admire the view of choso in front of you. he’s in an apron which is too small on him since it’s yours—his chiseled chest accentuated by the fabric. his black hair is up in a small ponytail and his cheeks are red. probably from embarrassment.

“you’re adorable,” you comment lovingly. choso’s cheeks turn even redder by your compliment and he sputters some words about how he ‘needs to focus on his cooking’.

you interrupt his stammers by getting closer. your lover stops and his lips are parted—giving you the perfect chance to capture them into a kiss. well, you try to at least

choso notices your silent struggles and blinks. it takes him a second to fully grasp the situation before he decides on helping you. he smiles warmly, his beefy arms effortlessly lifting you up to his height, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

one hand is on your thigh, the other holding the back of your head to deepen your shared kiss. choso pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck, settling you the counter, “want more, angel. you drive me crazy.”

[idkyyyet]

bro i luv spider-punk but i specifically wanna talk about his hair

[image description: a gif from Across the Spider-verse of Hobie, without his mask, saying: "I was this cool the whole time." End image description]

he. has. wicks!!!

the origin of wick dreadlocks is florida usa, and are named due to the resemblance to a "candle wick" because of how they stick straight up and/or out!

now, wicks have a bad reputation even within the loc community.

its already known that like if you got dreads, generally, ppl think u are unkempt, and dirty, and things of that nature, but there is even more discrimination against wicks its unreal. like legit yall i cant even begin to explain the nasty shit ppl say about them because i will be sad.

its kinda just considered the "crazy Florida man hairstyle". and a lot of the hate is due to the fact that wicks, appear "unkempt" or things of that nature

there has been a lot of texturism in the loc community which has brought with it the idea that dreads need to be retwisted to be "properly" taken care of, and need to be flat on your head and all these other things that often bring with it the need to hide your natural hair. i get unsolicited advice on my hair all the time telling me "i need a retwist" because of the belief that black hair needs to be all tidy and stuff to be respected.

but the thing is, dreads aren't meant to be all neat and tidy all the time y'know. its black hair in one of its most natural forms. and who better to showcase that than hobie brown, spider punk?

wicks kinda go against everything that dreads are "supposed" to be and "supposed" to look like.

i just love everything about this movie but i especially wanted to like talk about this hair choice. hair most def has meaning, especially black hair, so i think this was a really cool and fitting design choice for his character and everything he represents.

(i did my best to like articulate my thoughts but hopefully this makes at least a bit a sense)