#love you sweetpea! <3

[heymrspatel]

'And you know what, if Mickey wants to go full parrot mode, that’s fine with him. Not like it’s affecting his routine at all. So Ian carries on, smothering his toast under careful watch.

He even holds the knife up, Mickey’s little nose twitching as he sniffs the strawberry jelly, and then draws back into himself with no further interest. 

Ah. “More of a grape guy, huh…” “...reh…” “Yeah, ‘s what I thought…”' - sweetpea by @whatthebodygraspsnot

[cuddlebugmonster]

Doing quick doodles on a lotta people! I hope you have a have beautiful day or night!!! YOURE A WONDERFUL PERSON AND JUST AN OVERALL BEAUTIFUL BEING!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!

I’ll help ya put it on the cluster ! Another masterpiece by my wonderful kiddo UwU

[inkykeiji]

i’m in the process of getting my drivers license (i’m a little late since i’m 21 and most people in my country get theirs when they’re 18 :b) and i can’t help but think abt touya-nii teaching me how to drive in his stupidly fancy car. on that note, just out of curiosity, would touya prefer to drive a manual or an automatic car? also out of curiosity, although i mentioned him teaching me how to drive in his car, would he? or would he be like tomura and wouldn’t even let me NEAR his precious baby (not sure though maybe if i cried a little) anyways i hope you’re doing alright!!!! kisses<3<3

aw good for you!!! c: HEHE that’s actually such a cute idea omg!! touya would absolutely teach you how to drive—touya style, of course, which is to say when you mess up you owe him something. and he isn’t going to make it easy for you, either (where’s the fun in that!?). expect his lips at your ear, teeth scraping along the curve of the cartilage and tongue curling over the lobe to envelop it in the heat of his mouth; expect sloppy kisses strung in a messy trail down your neck, connected by thick webs of saliva that cool and freeze the moment his mouth moves on to plant another peck; expect his hands on your thighs, up your skirt or down your waistband, hungry and vying fingers selfishly taking what’s theirs.

and when you complain that it’s dangerous, whine that you can’t concentrate with him hanging off of you, he scoffs and snorts and rolls his eyes—what? you thought your driving conditions would always be perfect? ideal? that you won’t have to deal with distractions? silly little thing, he’s only teaching you how to drive despite distractions; if anything, he’s doing you a favour, you should be grateful you have such a thoughtful, considerate big brother.

on how he drives: manual, always, and he’s absolutely insufferable about it (one of those types who believes those who drive manual are superior to those who drive automatic). poor natsuo decided to drive manual too, purely because his niisan does, and he knows touya-nii would look down on him if he didn’t (what? scared of a little work? don’t you want total control?), and he doesn’t ever want that.

also, ur absolutely right that tomura wouldn’t allow you behind the wheel of any of his precious babies, but he would have his outrageously rich daddy buy you and equally outrageous car to ‘learn on’. and don’t worry, he promises he’ll buy you something better the very instant you pass your exam ♡

[shaanks]

Hiiiiiya! how are you? Sorry for being MIA for a while😅 are you well? How's baby pickle?

I send you all lots of hugs, love, hot chocolate (for you), lots of treats and all the good vibes in the universe ❤️

AWWWWW heya honey!!! There's nothing to apologize for, your time is precious and yours, but I'm certainly glad to see you again! :) Pickle is doing so so so well, she's fully recovered and back to her talkative and cuddly self. It was a weird period of months, but we're doing okay <3 Thank you for asking!

I am sharing all the love, hugs, hot chocolate and treats with you my friend!!! It's been a crazy year, let's have a nice time together eh?

[bugprinz]

shh they need their rest

[greatvaluevertigo]

Guh </3

[inkyajax]

Are you and robin friends or just acquaintances in your selfship? What's your relationship like??

oh my gosh anon such a fun question!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

in my aventurine selfship where sunday more or less ‘owns’/adopts me, robin and i are merely acquaintances. sunday keeps us separate for the most part—not that robin is home often, anyway—because he knows robin will most likely object (albeit politely) to the way sunday treats me; half father, half boss/employer, full owner. the less robin knows about me, the work i do, and especially the relationship i have with her brother, the better (in sunday’s eyes). as far as she’s concerned, sunday merely provides me with shelter, food, and an important job to provide pleasure to the people of penacony/the dreamscape—not a lie by any means, but vague and missing many important details.

in my sunday selfship, robin and i are friends!!! i met sunday first when we were kids, but he obviously instantly introduces me to his beloved little sister the moment the opportunity presents itself (he wants his two favourite girls to meet!). we get along quite well, and robin, knowing sunday inside and out & back to front, can immediately tell that he likes me; that i am something special to him. and that makes her like me even more, because sunday has such few friends outside of their adoptive father + the many books lining the shelves of his bedroom. i’m closer with sunday, of course, but robin and i have a good relationship as well, spending a decent amount of ‘girl time’ together throughout our childhood and teenage years! secretly, she has always hoped for sunday and i to get together n become a romantic couple (/ω＼)

[icarusamica]

That anon can't be for fucking real, you can't just come to Tumblr and expect straightness what the actual fuck😂 this is the land of the ships and gaying shit up baby! But also is telling, a lot of fans of actors are so painfully fucking straight, like ugh, go on and log off Tumblr and go to instagram or something sweetie😘

I love you friend but I shat myself thinking they were coming back to eat me up for seconds, even after I had blocked them 😭

No cause I'm hoping they were just baiting, cause I'm pretty sure they were in my friend's comments too, probably slipped over here because my friend blocked them too. Like sweetheart if you're looking for attention just say it???

I'd have been fine if they were like "you know I can't really see them being like that but you can write them as you like" cause everyone's got their own preferences and opinions, no disputes there.

Fr though, they were in a mad silly goofy mood, they must not have seen the press shit where Austin and Callum were looking at Barry like a five course meal, of course I'm gonna analyse that in their character interactions lmaooo!

I have thought of a lot gayer shit for a lot less content, them being soldiers that flirt with women was not gonna stop me.

Thank you for seeing some sense though anon <3

[groovyangelkisses]

just need to give old man logan some love yk, let him rest his head on some titties and bandage his wounds and also suck his dick

oh i understand you completely, sweetpea! i hope you enjoy my thoughts on your headcanons! ᡣ𐭩

nsfw (minors do NOT interact, please)— age gap (all my readers are 21+!), oral (male recieving), objectification of female body parts, tad bit of dacryphilia & dumbification, "kid" used as an affectionate nickname, logan being infatuated <3

logan is absolutely a tits man, i don't make the rules! he loves to watch them heave in your suit when you're out of breath on a mission, or bouncing as you descend the stairs— you name it, his eyes are occupied with you. a lot of times you catch him staring down your shirt, whispering to himself "so soft" as he ogles your cleavage. and when you're sitting away from him, back facing him as you rest on a rickety wooden chair, watching out of the window, he'll come up behind you, big hands gripping your chest harshly in his warm, calloused palms before tutting "missed my girls" with a big squeeze. <3

and you bandaging him after a mission gone wrong? he'll whine out "ah jesus christ- i'm fine doll, really" and you'll fuss over him even more.... but guess what? he secretly loves when you fuss over him. giving him all your attention and touching him so gently while scolding him for getting himself hurt. granted, he will heal instantly because of his mutation, but just imagine him getting a random nose bleed in the middle of the night. you cooing "oh honey, lemme help you" and, like always, he'll feel like he needs to push the love away, but he'll relent for you. always and only for you. he'll sit on the toilet seat lid, one leg extended out in the small bathroom while his other stays bent so you can sit on it. he likes seeing your eyes widen, hearing your little gasps and the sweet, genuine hearts in your eyes when you get to hold him and provide for him for once. and he just can't stop himself, squeezing your ass and thighs as you hold the tissue to his nose "'m all better now babydoll, promise. see?" before raising his hand to the back of your neck and lightly pulling you forward, the ghost of a "c'mon gimme a kiss... so good to me... so good to your old man" on his lips. ahhhh!!!!!

and when it comes to head? logan is sooooo cocky. i mean, naturally he loves how sweet you are to him; how absolutely and utterly loving and obsessed you are with him. and trust me, he feels the exact same way, maybe even a little more than you, too. he'd absolutely hold your cheeks in his palms, cradling you as you suckle at him with teary eyes and red knees. his thumbs will rub against the apple of your cheeks, and he'll do his best to hold eye contact, even though he desperately feels the need to flutter his eyelids and groan so loud that the entire ground shakes. manspreading, he'll move and jut his hips out with a hiss, whispering "fuckin' good, always so fuckin' good... you hearin me, kid?" and that's when he'll notice the stars in your eyes. sure, you always look at him with a dazed gaze, able to let down your guard and fully be in your element from dating such an intimidating, but gentle and masculine man. but this, this is a different look. a look that shows just how far gone you are. spit on your chin, tears on your cheeks and some of his precum resting on the tip of your nose. so dumb for him. this alone makes him cry out, his head rolling back, his thick neck stretching & his eyes squeezing shut after he finally can't take anymore and tears them away from you with an "ah, ah fuck ah fuck!" as he finishes with his hands holding your head completely still— wanting you to take him all. and once he catches his breath, his hands stay there, a gruff "cmon baby.. cmon eat me up, know you can" until you swallow for him... <3

[notmanagingmymischief]

moth monday is here!

Fact 1. moths can remember things they learned when they were caterpillars

Fact 2. They hate the colour yellow because it’s usually yellow lights that scare away creatures

Fact 3. The moth is one of the most peaceful insects they do not strive to hurt humans nor attack them, moths tend to keep themselves to themselves

hehehehehehehehehehe moth fact monday tehehehehe

[luveline]

Gah, your Peter Parker leaves me sighing in the best way every time! If you feel like it, could you write a little blurb of him melting from fondness when reader gets bashful following him doing/saying something soft? It’s so sweet, seeing two people mutually melt around and because of each other. Even when it’s the smallest thing, it means so much more when it’s from one of YOUR important people.

ty for your request! <3 fem

Fuck, Peter Parker thinks, jogging up the steps to your apartment building, this is the life. It’s a hot day in New York City but there are cold drinks to be had and that electric fan in your bedroom is calling his name. There’s genuinely no better place to be than laying on your sheets in pyjamas you wash with that apple blossom laundry softener he loves, knowing you keep using it ‘cos you love it, and knowing you wash his pyjamas because you love him. 

Spidering is going well, he saved a kid today who nearly got crushed by a ten tonner, so he’s feeling pretty good about himself, or at least feeling good about his decisions. He made Aunt May lunch and took it down to the hospital, he flirted gently with the older nurses, and now he’s gunning up the stairs to your apartment, every step a crinkle. 

Your door is wide open (awful) but you have good reason —the floors and the countertops shine. The windows are open, and the room is fragrant with your oil diffuser. You’re on your knees by the TV wiping down the table with a damp rag in loose-fitting clothes, sleeves pushed up, brows puckered. 

“Hey, baby,” he says. 

“Peter, I’m not talking to you today.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“You know how many pairs of your socks I found when I was cleaning today?” 

He grimaces. “Two?” 

“Nine pairs of socks, Peter.” 

He puts the flowers he’s brought you down on the coffee table and his back on the floor. He’d been hoping to do a grand unveiling of the bouquet to surprise you, but he feels terrible. “I don’t even know how that happens,” he mumbles dejectedly, kneeling down behind you, his arms threading in front of your tummy to give you a backwards squeeze. “They just disappear.” 

“They don’t, evidently.” 

“I’m really sorry.” He kisses your cheek. “I’m genuinely really sorry. That’s sloppy. I’m not a kid.” 

“No, you’re not… I’m not that mad though, you don’t have to sound so serious.” 

He holds the place just under your breastbone in his hands. “Oh, you’re not?” He tugs you to his front to stop you from moving prematurely and reaches blindly behind him for the flowers. You laugh as he tips back, taking you with him, the sound vibrating through you and into him. “That’s good. Don’t need these then, do we?” 

He twirls the bouquet, pressing it carefully to your chest. 

You immediately relax in his arms. He treasures that feeling, your weight leaning against him, your cheek listing down into his arm. You raise a hand, his arm trapped in the crook of your elbow as you examine the lilac petal of a sweetpea. “I love these ones.” 

“I know.” 

You take more time than anyone else would sifting through the flowers of the bouquet, breath the only evidence of your delight. You breathe out slowly whenever one of the flowers is particularly beautiful, and then you hug the bunch to your nose for a mild sniff. 

“Thank you.” 

Peter kisses your cheek. He savours the feeling of it, your skin under his lips, being that close to you, his hair on your forehead and your eyebrow tickling him as he hugs you just that little bit closer. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs, affection in every word, and a little drop of shyness too, “I was thinking of you, and they looked healthy for once, considering they’re off of the corner by Mandy’s.” 

“They’re so pretty,” you mumble, turning into him as much as you can. He lets up his tight hold. 

“Like you.” 

You brush your forehead against his chin. Peter actually gets goosebumps, letting the flowers fall to the floor by your leg so he can hold you. “I feel bad for caring about the socks now,” you mumble. 

He laughs with lips still closed and offers you a soft kiss. 

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Thomas Hewitt being obsessed with his chubby S/O 💕

Hey guys it’s me, today was a really productive day and to add to that I wrote this, I’m feeling hella good right now, I sincerely hope y’all enjoy, I’m dipping my feet back into slasherfics <3

Word count: 750

CW: 🔞SMUT!! MDNI!!🔞 Thomas Hewitt being a sweetpea, body worship, obsession over you. AFAB reader, but no pronouns are used!

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Thomas is obsessed with you, and that much is clear. From the day he met you, to the day he wedded you, and even today, he’s still obsessed; much more so now than he was before. He loved the way you looked, how soft you felt. He absolutely adored your soft chubby body, the way it felt in his hands when he held you in his arms. Soft touches from your hands when they come to rub his arms up and down to soothe him when he’s upset always elicit goosebumps every time, how you manage to touch him and calm him down within an instance.

He loves to touch you, he loves when you touch him. The feeling of your skin against his rough calloused palms, it mesmerizes him how soft you are. His favorite thing to do is approaching you from behind while you work on dishes or cooking, his hand skimming your arms, caressing your bare skin, before his hands would move to rest on your stomach, his hands gently kneading at your soft belly, feeling the doughiness in his hands, before he gently moves to gently rub at your hips, just enjoying you. Just holding you like that, you letting him have that simple comfort, it means the world to him, more than you would ever know.

His obsession transfers to your sex life. He worships every part of you, his hands gently caressing your body as you lay on your shared bed, completely bare to him. He’ll start with your breasts, his eyes glazing over the beautiful skin adorned with small stretch marks and gently feeling how soft and squishy they are. He’d gently massage and squeeze them, his thumbs moving delicately over your nipples until they pebble under his thumbs, listening to your soft breathy moans as he gently toys with your sensitive buds.

He would then move down, his eyes meeting yours as he would feel your pudgy stomach, his hands ever so gently caressing the soft skin, tracing your beautiful stretch marks, before he would lean down and leave soft kisses along them, showing his love and appreciation for each and everyone of them. Every stretch mark your body adorns he shows his love too with his kisses, his lips are chapped until they moisten with each sloppy kiss he leaves behind.

He then moves to your plush thighs, gently squeezing them and pressing his face against, closing his eyes as his lashes tickle your skin. Oh how he adores these beautiful thighs, he loves when they wrap around his head and squeezes it whenever he goes down on you. He always starts with your inner thighs, leaving gentle delicate kisses, occasionally nipping your skin to earn a soft gasp from you. Marking was never his thing, but something about your thighs makes him want to decorate him with his little love marks. He trails from your inner thighs to your pretty pussy, gently licking flat upon it, sucking your clit, doing everything to make you cum on his tongue within minutes.

Then the next moment, he has your legs thrown over his shoulder as he gently takes you. His thick cock slowly pressing in and stretching you out in a way you remember. The stretch burns but in a way you adore, pleasure coursing through you as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours, never daring to go any faster or harder unless you ask rather nicely. His pace is usually a sweet, slow and sensual lovemaking, he knows how big he is, he wouldn’t ever want to hurt you, ever, so he takes his time, working you up and helping you reach your peak and riding through your blissful orgasm. His pace speeds up only a fraction as he would chase his own high before spilling his seed deep inside you, a low groan leaving him as his own lips, eyes fluttering, his head tilted back as he pants out.

After your little lovemaking session, he particularly likes to cockwarm inside you. He enjoys your warmth and the feeling of being as close as possible, spooning you in his arms as you kiss him softly across his face and caress his worn out body, a soft groan emitting from his lips as he relaxes under your touch. God, did he feel truly blessed, and he thanks whatever god is out there to give him his precious darling that he can forever hold, love and cherish til the day he dies.

[cuddlebugmonster]

BABA!!!

Im giving so much hugs and ALLL the love!!! <3<3<3

SO much of it :>

OH NO A SWEETPEA ! MY ONLY WEAKNESS !! XD <3<3

[inkykeiji]

got such a bad sunburn on the beach because i refused to wear sunscreen despite being chronically white >.< can’t decide if touya-nii would give me cold baths and aloe and other stuff to help it heal or if he’d revel in the way i start crying when he smacks it as hard as he can

omg anon bb noooooo :(( i am so sorry!!! i feel your pain tho as i am also fair-skinned and i do not tan, i just burn—so any time i’m out in the sun i have to be wearing sunscreen!

omfg HAHAHAHA i love this so much. the answer is: he would do both!!! he’s downright meticulous when it comes to caring for you + the burn, and he’s constantly keeping an eye on it, taking mental notes on it’s healing process and deciphering which methods seem to alleviate the pain the best, so observant it almost veers into obsessiveness. that doesn’t mean he’s always nice about it, though.

a master at justifying his own heinous actions, touya-nii can always procure a reason for why he just gave the torched skin a five finger open-palmed slap, watching with morbid fascination as your flesh turns from angry crimson to petrified white in the shape of his large hand. just checking to see how it’s healing, he’ll tell you, concerned voice and wrinkled brow masquerading as genuine, undermined by the malice tugging at the corners of his lips, pulling them up into a poorly suppressed sadistic smile. the shorter his handprint stays visible, the better it’s getting, he swears it.

he’ll also pinch, flick, and bite the wounded skin, every transgression accompanied with some bullshit excuse for why it was necessary, never mind the fact that his nails leave dark, ugly indents and his fingertips crush capillaries into brutish purples and his teeth slice through flesh to leave a row of tiny gashes in the shape of his mouth. i mean, it just allows him to care for you more, doesn’t it??? ♡

but also, he just loooooves to hear you squeal out that high pitched stringy touya-nii!, face crumpled up all cutely as it contorts beneath his pain, heavy tears beading your lashes—although he’ll never admit it to you, committed to his facade of caring, doting, good big brother in this particular situation. but he doesn’t have to say it, because his eyes show it: in the way his pupils pulse, gape, attempt to swallow you whole; in the way his thin irises glint with malevolence, sharp and flaring with every precious noise he manages to elicit ♡

[shaanks]

I hope your weekend will be amazing and make up for how bad today was 🫂💕💕

What are your top 5 favorite sea creatures (mythical or real!)?

As always you are the loveliest hon, thank you. 🫂🫂🫂

Giant Squid. That guy minds his business and is very large, love him.

Seals!!! Like every kind, even tho I think leopard seals are kinda spooky. (honorable mention baikal seals even tho they are not sea creatures technically)

Sea Otters!! this list is in no particular order I think but yeah, they're wonderful and I love them!

ghost sharks. they just look like weird little puppies to me.

Killer whales! They have thoughts and continue to take them out on yachts and I think that's lovely.

[tojisun]

https://www.tumblr.com/tojisun/738535284282638336/a-tentative-hc-of-bimboreaders-insta-acc bimboReader is a penguin lover?! I can picture her calling ‘Simmy’ in tears when she learns that penguins give pebbles as courting gifts 🥰

she is into penguins!! it’s her current fixation, on top of butterfly migration cycles (and selfcare routines – this one is sups important because it’s also meant to give simon a moment of reprieve; just the two of them enjoying a quiet relaxing skincare sesh <33)!! and ahshdhe this made me giggle sm oh this is so adorable and silly, i fear!!!

bimbo!reader mlist <3 // divider by @/plutism ^3^

simon’s focus is splintered at the first chimes of his phone, the sound ringing within the small war room and taking the attention of his squad. his captain trails off into silence, shooting a bewildered look towards simon – it’s not like simon can blame him, after all, this might be the first time he’s actually brought his phone with him during a briefing.

“what…” johnny murmurs but simon ignores him, still planting his focus to his CO as he tilts his head in silent question. john sighs before shooting simon a short nod, giving him his permission. simon turns to leave before john’s even done nodding, his quiet footsteps drowned out by the sound of john dismissing them for the day.

simon doesn’t even need to guess who’s calling him, after all, it’s only your number he’s saved in his work phone. it’s only you who can reach him when he’s out of the city. usually, though, you wouldn’t call him at this time, choosing, instead, to send series of texts about your day or sending over pictures of mittens or anything that could have caught your fancy. so receiving a call from you worries him, the ball of anxiety in his stomach ever-so expanding until he’s all choked up.

he’s barely made it to his room when simon accepts your call, your name falling from his lips with a breathless whisper.

the answering sniffle on your end does nothing to calm him down, the worry simmering underneath his veins spiking up higher. lashing out angrier.

“shh, sweetpea,” simon murmurs, hoping he could do more than just to comfort you over a call. “c’mon, lovie. talk to me, yeah? tell me how i can help.”

“oh, it’s just,” you mumble wetly. “pebbles.”

“…pebbles?”

“mhmm,” he hears you say. “simmy, penguins give out pebbles or rocks as courting gifts!” he hears you sniffle again. “history channel said so.”

“animal planet, sweets,” simon replies automatically before he pauses, blinking.

oh.

“oh, love,” simon wheezes out, the breath coming back to him, feeling his body finally uncoil from the tension that he was carrying. he sags down to his bed and presses the back of his palm on his temple as a chuckle rasps out from his lips. “but y’r doin’ alright?”

“hmm? oh, yes,” you say, sounding less heartbroken and simon wonders if it was because your attention’s been snagged, once again, by the animal planet channel – simon could hear the familiar british narrator droning on in the background.

simon lets out a fond chuckle. “‘lright then.” he licks the back of his teeth. “tell me more about their courting style?”

he hears you gasp before a rapid fire of information is chirped to his ears, the beautiful drawl of your voice chasing away the last remnants of the worry that had choked him up.

you tell him how the documentary was upfront in saying that scientific explanation for the phenomena has yet to be fully explored, so the documentary had honoured, instead, the longstanding theory of female penguins accepting rocks as courting gifts because it shows that the male penguin knows how he can take care of their eggs. “rocks keep the eggs and their nests afloat!”

simon hums and ohh’s and ahh’s at the appropriate times, posing questions that steered the conversation to the right track when you began to mumble distractedly. simon listens in earnest because he may not really care much about penguins but he cares a lot about you. he cares about learning your interests; cares about cultivating his own because whatever his girl wants, simon promises he will learn for her.

and with the way your voice lilts in joy, well, simon knows he’s done the right thing.

(simon returns from their mission with two rocks in his person – one is a polished pebble which he painstakingly looked for when he went down to the beach. the squad insisted on coming with him although the fuckers were not of any help – not like he would’ve accepted it anyway – as they chose to just sit by the local ice cream shop and watched as simon prowled towards the shore in the middle of winter; the one he found was a beautiful hazel colour, mixed greens and browns and even a touch of blues making up the surface of the rock.

the second one he brought with him was a diamond ring.)

this is so silly i love them bad :((

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