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madqueenalanna · 2 months
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we have a client at work whose "type" is like black pitty mixes (she keeps getting them) and she came in w one the other day and my coworker was like "that's great cause there's that black dog syndrome" and the client was like "oh yeah i have that i love these black dogs" and my coworker was like "no it's about how black dogs are way less likely to get adopted in general" (i added "black cats too") and the client was like ??? WHAT???? FOR REAL??? i love that she's so obsessed w her (gorgeous, well behaved) dogs that she couldn't even conceive of a world where people didn't like them
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halchron · 9 months
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sora's ask just reminded me but I figured I'd finally point out the obvious and say reno is not his real name. he grew up in an orphanage before he joined / got scouted for shinra / the turks, and thus never knew his parents and subsequently never got a name from them. not knowing what to call him, they simple called him reno and it stuck from there
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samsrosary · 2 months
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okay thats ENOUGH spending for today. spent £50 on booking bowling for me and my mates (WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE), spent £13 on getting a set of ear stretchers as ive wanted to for Ages, spent ~£25 on bandcamp because Music i love You, and then £10 in town on CDs a DVD and some lunch. By jove i shouldnt be given spending money. imagine if i had to pay rent
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rad-claid-plaid · 11 months
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Purses are soooo evil like I can fit everything I ever need in my tiny backpack but any purse that I ever purchased years ago can barely fit any of my shit
Like they're approximately the same size but my purse just. Idk. I can't fit anything in it
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saturnsorbits · 2 years
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Thinking about deliberately making Sero get hard in his hero suit at literally THE worst times.
That thing is skin-fucking-tight, he’s not hiding shit in there.
And then, you get to sit back and watch as he squirms trying and failing to cover himself as the pretty little news castor tries to ask him about hero stats when the only things he can think about are your lips and tits and oh-fuck, he’s gonna ruin another fucking suit, isn’t he?
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endious · 11 months
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WOW my day gets worse when i thought it was better !!
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steponmesilco · 2 years
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I need help.
Has there been an analysis on whether Silcos pants has pockets. I'm working on a drawing and need to know whether his hand can be in a pocket or not😭✋
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nexus-nebulae · 1 month
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it took. so many weeks but i Finally managed to collect all the major terrain things i wanted for my campsite in pocket camp and im Very happy i love my little garden corner
#i have a florist van as well#cause you have three things you can decorate in pocket camp#your campsite your cabin and your camper van#and the camper goes with you when your little character gets placed in other players worlds#and i decorated the first floor of my cabin to have a little treat serving area and then a flower bouquet ordering counter#and then the upper floor to have a bedroom and tons of crafting supplies and flowers scattered everywhere#like I'm making the bouquets in the upper section and then taking them downstairs to the cooler to be displayed and sold#i don't really Actually have flowers to sell especially because you can't actually sell flowers in the market box but that's fine#i like making little environmental storytelling things#and my campsite has even more flowers#an azalea hedge instead of fences and sakura trees and blossoms everywhere#and a little food selling area with like. a dango stand a bakery stand and a sakura themed counter#and a little table with food set out#and sitting areas like benches scattered all across the campsite (we need good public seating ofc)#and then the cabin has like. a bunch of games and instruments on the first floor like an activity area#and then as many food related things as i could fit on the second floor like a massive cafeteria that I'd let anyone in to eat#and then the top floor is my Proper Bedroom when I'm not zooming around in my florist van#with a bunch of cozy comfy things everywhere and also books and gems and shiny things#now all i need is actually nice looking wallpapers and floor patterns. sigh. i must wait another century#(seriously WHY are the wallpapers so damn expensive PLEASE make the reissues cheaper please 🥺)
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slumbz · 11 months
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im gonna act like i didn't vanish for like months bc of art block
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just a drawing of an oc i have, i have too many of these goobers help
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concert-bflat · 1 year
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grrrr I want to make pocket mirror analysis dumps soooooo So Fucking Bad but i a) don't have the energy and b) should. Really replay the game again First
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bylertruther · 1 year
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mike would bite y'all for comparing him to steve 💔 he will NEVER be michael wheeler ✋
#pls..... the rain fight line was out of pocket yes but DID HE LIE?#he wasn't saying it in a bad way#he was just saying 'DAMN bro lay off me' in a knee-jerk way bc#1) it's LITERALLY not his fault tht will doesn't like girls and as such cannot get a girlfriend like them and#2) will has been bottling this all up and just exploded on him so it's not like he could've prepared a way to word that better beforehand#and 3) he says 'it's not MY fault' because will is pinning the breakdown of the party on HIM as if he can control other people and#4) mike has NEVER been homophobic he literally pushed troy down for what he said and clearly does not ever like any of the homophobic#things anyone has EVER said about will and he makes him feel like he's not a mistake and like he has a place in this world and like he's#/BETTER/ for being different so literally how on fucking earth are you going to say he's being homophobic for being blunt ONE TIME#meanwhile steve was a punk ass bitch for what? clout?! cos he felt emasculated? bc he was being a follower?#it was mean of mike to point it out bc they were talking abt friendship not That specifically but it feels a little um .#odd to act like he's calling him a literal slur and bringing up sexuality in a cruel way like how steve did to jonathan.#sorry it's literally a gif set but can we PLEASE not act like mike called will a fucking slur and is homophobic like are you kidding me.#(tiffany pollard voice) STEVE?!?! mike sweetie i'm SO sorry tht someone would say tht to u#and steve clearly did love nancy btw. they're just not compatible and he doesn't see that bc he doesn't see the entirety of who she is now.#srry tht rain fight is NOTHING like the steve n jonathan fight sorry but it isn't. it isn't!!!!!!!!!! put some respect on mike's name!!!!!!#ok im fine. im gonna eat my cheerios now bye waving emoji etc
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tfw a thing about your gender, and the seemingly unfitting terminology you've always felt most comfortable with, FINALLY clicks and you feel like you just discovered a fuckin prophecy twist
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Vote like your rights depend on it.
Even the ones you take for granted.
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nexus-nebulae · 21 days
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i love that my body is changing so much it's making me so so so fucking happy
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ickadori · 8 months
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++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘
[summary] wrio’s spouse winds up in prison. special treatment ensues.
[cws] gender neutral reader. fluff.
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“What you did was incredibly stupid.”
“I’d like to think it was very brave, actually.” You quip back, lips pursed as you turn up your chin. “You should be proud of me, really.”
“I should be proud that you got yourself thrown in prison?” You don’t have to look up to know that Wriothesley is sporting an incredulous expression. “Did they knock your head around a bit before bringing you down here?”
“You’re acting like I murdered someone.” You finally meet his gaze, and you resist the urge to sink down into your seat at the clear disapproval in his eyes. “All I did was—”
“Break into the Opera Epiclese and destroy government property.”
“That’s such a trumped-up charge!” You huff and roughly cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you think back on the charges that had been slapped down onto you by that damned archon. “You trip in the dark and accidentally fall into the oratrice and all of a sudden you’re a criminal. Hmph!”
“Yeah, exactly. It also doesn’t help that you broke in—”
“—I left my bracelet in there after the trial! Was I just supposed to leave it behind and potentially lose it forever? The condition of the lost and found in that place is downright terrible—the guards pocket all the good stuff.”
“You could have bought another one.”
“Not like this one.” You look down to the gray bracelet encircling your wrist, and a warmth spreads in your chest as you gently twist it around, finger rubbing over the messily written engraving on the inside of it. “This was a gift.”
“Hardly.” He sighs, and your eyes flick up to watch as he runs his hands through his already messy hair. “It’s just scrap metal I bent up and welded because I couldn’t buy you proper jewelry back when I was a prisoner.” It’s his turn to look at the bracelet.
“You were so creative back then.” You smile a bit wider. “I remember you used to have something new made every time I came to visit you. What was that one thing you made? The one that we painted together?”
“The ballerina music box.” He groaned, looking a bit embarrassed, and you snapped your fingers.
“The ballerina music box!” The ballerina was a bit oddly shaped, and the box had sharp corners on one side and rounded on the other, and the song the box played was distorted and sounded more creepy than relaxing due to some disfigured cogs, but you loved it nonetheless, and had even sobbed in thanks when he had first presented the gift to you. “I love that little box.”
“It looks like a child made it.”
“A child in the throes of eleazar, yes,” you nod, and his mouth opens a bit in surprise before he huffs out a laugh. “But I still love it… because you made it.” You give him a sweet smile, and you can see him soften up before your very own eyes; broad shoulders losing that rigidness, lids lowering, crease between his dark, thick brows disappearing.
“You’re tryin’ to butter me up.”
“Mhm,” you nod. “Is it working?”
“Not at all, jailbird.” He gives you a smile of his own, and despite the clear sarcasm in it, you can’t help the little flutter your heart does at the sight. “No special treatment for you.” So he says, yet he had placed a cup of tea down for you the moment you were brought to his office, and had even tried to inconspicuously nudge the basket of cookies in your direction, pretending not to notice when you reached for one. “Spouse or not.”
“What a mean man.” You slouch down in your seat. “I treasure the gifts that my lovely, amazing, strong, handsome, and so so so incredibly smart husband gives me and what do I get in return? A criminal record and unfair treatment! I’m suing the entire nation the moment I’m free!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand in the air as if fanning away the conversation, and now it’s your turn to huff. “For the few days that you’re here, you’ll be working directly with me in exchange for coupons.” He takes a slow sip of his tea, adams apple bobbing as he swallows, before gently setting the cup back down onto its small plate. “I’ll make your first job real easy to get you in the swing of things.”
“How kind of you.”
He just barely contains an amused smile. “Very. Now…” He shifts in his seat. “Give me a kiss.”
“I’m married, Your Grace.”
“I’m sure your husband won’t mind. Kiss. Now.” He taps a finger against his lips, and after a moment you stand up and round his desk, hands finding his shoulders as you bend at the waist so your noses brush.
“My husband is a very good fighter, by the way. When he finds out you twisted his spouses’s arm like this, he’ll pummel you.”
“I can handle him.” A hand snags you by the waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you only have time to let out a quiet yelp before Wriothesley’s lips are on yours. The kiss is slow, sensual, and it brings a warmth to your cheeks and covers you with a bashful cloak when he pulls back to let his eyes roam over your face. “I’ve gotta say… your husband is a real lucky guy to snatch up someone as cute as you.”
“Hmph. Seems like you’re trying to butter me up now.”
“Is it working?” He presses his face into your neck, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin, and you have to fight back one of your own.
“Not at all, jailbird.”
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chuluoyi · 1 month
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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 08:45 P.M 」
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18+ suggestive content! cw. cockwarming. based on this ask and thirst idea in my inbox💁🏻‍♀️ psa: reader makes the first move 🤞🏻
a part of gojo's love entries
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“hah—hah, sweets, wait—!”
now, now… what a rare sight. you don’t usually climb on top of your husband and attack him with senseless kisses on your own accord— usually it’s the opposite.
but ever since satoru got you pregnant, and now that you had reached the end of your first trimester, your hormones were at most turbulent, and you could get turned on over random things he did.
“hah—” he groaned, throwing his head back when your sinful lips trailed kisses on his neck, and your hand played with his length, squeezing him and making him harder by each second.
both of you were still fully clothed and he wasn’t even out of his pants yet— you just unzipped and took the prize.
for god’s sake, he thought. you looked so fine taking charge of him and making him writhe like this.
“satoru—” your voice was feathery as you breathed in his neck, before sucking it hard and making him grunt. you let go of his length, pressed your body closer, and then started grinding against him.
in your defense, your husband looked delectable these days. you didn’t know why, but seeing him all happy made you want to keep him inside your pocket or mark him so everyone would know that he was yours.
that even when he casually throws that silly grin to everyone, it is you who have his entire being.
“whoa—” satoru took a sharp breath, wrapping an arm around your waist as you bucked your hips against him. “sexy… what brought this—ah—on?”
“your fault.” you murmured, nibbling on his neck and sneakily unbuttoning his shirt. “you— manspread a lot.”
“huh…?”
“you were baiting me.”
you didn’t give him a chance to react as you devoured his lips next, placing both hands on his neck— suck, suck, suck and bite —and coupled by the feeling of your still clothed slit pressed against his bare cock, satoru grunted and let out a low moan.
“so—haah—spreading my legs… is a crime now, eh?”
“not when—mmm—in front of me.”
“you’re going to be the death— of me.” satoru chuckled, feeling sweat lining all over his body. you were a vixen under the guise of a proper wife—he supposed he already knew that but tonight really drove the fact home.
he was a mess—swollen lips, heavily panting—and damn, now you were trailing sloppy kisses down his chest, and then too near to his crotch—
“don’t t-tease me… sweets.” his voice was rough as he heaved a breath. you had cleverly dragged his inner desire enough for him not to think straight and oh suddenly he had a vision—
“—toru,” and the final straw was your small, needy tone.
with that, his senses went flying out the window. he didn’t really think much when he grabbed you close, slipped his fingers inside your panties to feel your wetness, before tearing it off and turning you over, causing you to fall back into his chest—
—followed by spreading your legs and rolling his hips, and effectively sheathing his hardened cock inside you.
“mphm!” you let out a hitched sigh, feeling so incredibly full all of a sudden.
“well, look at how the tables have turned.” you heard your husband snickering behind you.
you were still trying to catch your breath when you got distracted by his large hand under your dress, spreading across your belly and pressing on your barely noticeable baby bump ever so slightly.
you let out a mewl and as if he just realized what he did, satoru turned to you. “hey, you okay? is this comfy for you?”
you panted, looking away. “…comfy.”
“well, good. the moment you feel any discomfort, you have to tell me, ‘kay?”
“mm-hmm.”
“wanna move?”
“no, just… stay like this.”
“fine by me,” satoru licked his lips, feeling his hardness throbbing inside your tight folds. even after he had fucked a baby into you, the way you took him inside never failed to leave him breathless.
“well, now on to a more pressing issue…” he turned your chin towards him with his other hand, a giddy grin split his handsome face. “mind telling me, why did you suddenly pounce on me like that, hmm?”
your face burned with embarrassment. you couldn't possibly tell him that he was so irresistible you just had to bite him now, could you?
“can’t i? would you rather i don’t do it at all?”
“trying to evade the question, i see...” satoru’s smile evolved into a knowing smirk. “i seem to recall you finding me attractive for spreading my legs though but whatever. i’m happy either way, so right, let’s resume—”
he tapped your lower belly. “another pop-up quiz: what do you feel more here... me or our baby?”
you squirmed in his lap, feeling him twitch inside you and your entire body set ablaze. god. i’ve picked a wrong fight.
“no response? failing to answer will result in me deducting your marks, you know~”
“...is this your new kink? roleplaying as teacher?”
“i am a licensed teacher, sweets. i’m just putting things to practice~”
you wanted to facepalm. how was it that even in sex he was always finding ways to make you laugh?
“time’s up, little wifey,” satoru chuckled and oh lord, the way his body shook also made his cock vibrate inside you, splitting you further. “for the sake of time and my poor honey’s very delicate condition, i’ll grant your wish.”
you snorted. “what are you on this time?”
“turning your horny thoughts into reality,” he retorted, playfully pursing his lips. “but first thing first, i’ll have to regretfully pull out. we need to change positions. you’ll stay under me and let me do the rest, ’kay?”
you accidentally let out a whine at the sudden feeling of loss—your pussy clenching around nothing. but as he laid you down and discarded his pants, you were met with the bright gleam of his eyes and wicked grin... and you could already feel yourself growing wet once more.
“don’t worry, sweets... i’ll soon make you feel sooo good— just like i always have, yeah?”
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