#Kinda sexy but not really

[sanjiaftersex]

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

[transthatfag]

give them blood blood gallons of the stuff :)

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

that tonal shift between Meet The Grahams and Not Like Us is absolutely wild to me in hindsight. Plus it felt like a direct response to all the people sleeping on Kdot's banger/bop credentials. Just picturing everyone crying on the floor in despair from MTG, only for Kdot to burst through the wall like the kool aid man yelling "YOU MUHFUCKAS SAID YOU WANTED TO DANCE, GET UP NIGGAS, LETS DANCE"

[skitskatdacat63]

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS OUTFIT AND HAIR COMBO!?!?

[seilon]

my only complaint about 2005 dw is that we didn’t get more episodes with gung-ho mortal baby jack harkness. absolutely smitten by that fucker

[moonshynecybin]

busting my lip and then immediately posting slut pics with my boss about it

[bleedingoptimism]

You Are Mine part 4 (NSFW)

There’s a weird energy on set the last day of shooting. Excitement for reaching the end for sure but also a kind of melancholy that soon it’s all going to be over. 

Eddie himself is so on edge he feels like he’s going to start levitating any minute now.

The first thing they shoot is a close-up of the Corrored boys plus Robin looking surprised as they pull a curtain on the bus tour that’s supposed to be revealing Eddie and Steve making out.

They will shoot the scene again actually featuring them there, later. But Argyle wanted to do a couple of different takes on it. And they do lots of them since they can’t stop laughing and putting on ridiculous overemphatic expressions.

And then, finally, it’s time to get the money shot. Argyle asks that only essentials stay on set to give Steve and Eddie some sense of privacy. And the boys leave grumping loudly all the way out of the set while Robin is dragged away by Jeff, walking backward and doing kissy faces at both of them.

Laughing Eddie turns to look at Steve, and he had been so excited with the thought of touching him, of feeling him close, that he hadn’t noticed until now, Steve looks really nervous.

Argyle is explaining to him how the scene goes, a comforting hand on his shoulder as he points at the set,

“You don’t have to lie down on the bunkbed, just stand near the wall. We can do you against it or Eddie, he’s comfortable with both so you can choose whichever floats your boat,” Argyle guides him, not noticing Steve getting progressively redder by the second,

“You just have to kiss him like your life depends on it, ok?” To his credit, Steve is nodding along to Argyle’s words and he has the smallest frown like he’s concentrating on the instructions, “Like you can’t get your hands off each other, you know.”

Once they are in place, with Eddie against the wall and Steve crowding him, he puts one hand on the wall next to Eddie’s head and the other on his shoulder. Eddie places his hands on Steve’s waist making him jump a little when his fingers dip under Steve’s shirt.

And Eddie can’t help but chuckle at the awkwardness of it all, this is not what he was imagining at all.

And he laughs when he’s nervous, sue him.

Still, he smiles at Steve reassuringly, trying to make him relax, “Nervous?”

Steve visibly swallows and shakes his head, “I’m fine,” he says, totally not fine.

He’s making Eddie nervous now. He feels he misinterpreted everything that happened the last few days with how reluctant Steve seems at the thought of kissing him, and he wants to ask for a time out and talk to him about it, but before he can, Argyle calls for action and next thing he knows is Steve is kissing him.

And it’s a good kiss, don’t get him wrong, Steve’s lips are just as soft and wonderful as they look and he’s an excellent kisser, but it’s soft and hesitant and not at all what they were supposed to be doing. Steve is actually leaning in to kiss him, their lips being the only point of contact like this is a middle school dance and they need to leave room for Jesus.

Argyle lets it go on for a while before saying ‘cut’, no need for yelling in such a tight set.

Steve immediately steps always from Eddie, “Sorry” he says.

“Stevie, mind putting a little more oomph into that?” Argyle asks him softly like he’s trying not to spook him.

“Yeah, I know, sorry,” he says again, nodding and looking at the floor.

And Eddie is so fucking confused right now, is he into him or not? Maybe he’s nervous because he doesn't like an audience. He really thought they had something going on, what happened?

Argyle calls for action again and this time Eddie is the one who initiates the kiss. He goes all in on it, coaxing Steve to part his lips with his tongue and then Steve complies and then, oh then it’s a real kiss. 

Steve finally gets into it and if he thought Steve was a good kisser before he was a fool, a clown, a jester because he had no idea what was in line for him.

It’s fucking hot and passionate and everything he had imagined and he’s so into it he can’t help the sound that comes out of his mouth, and suddenly he’s standing alone, mouthing at nothing, the cold air of the set hitting him hard where he was just so warm against Steve. He opens his eyes confused and Steve is against the other wall, as far away as he can manage in the small space.

“Cut!, Steve?” Argyle asks him worried.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, sorry” Steve blabbers scrubbing a hand through his hair.

“Shit, should I have asked for an intimacy coordinator? Am I gonna get sued?” Argyle thinks out loud and Steve’s eyes open widely,

“What? Argy, of course not, I’m sorry! I-” but he doesn’t say anything else and just hugs himself and shrugs.

“Hey, Argyle give us a minute?” Eddie asks looking at Steve. He needs to know what’s going on inside that pretty head of his.

Argyle sighs but smiles reassuringly at Steve, he’s seriously done a fantastic job so far, and Argyle probably doesn't want him to feel bad for one little hiccup.

“Sure dude, let’s take an early lunch break, yeah?” he says to the few people left in the studio, “Be back in an hour”

Once everyone is gone Eddie turns back to Steve, ducking his head to catch Steve’s eye.

“What’s wrong?” he inquires shily, debating whether or not he should bring up how confused he feels.

Steve blushes and mumbles, “I’m sorry,”

“You keep saying that but I don't know what you are sorry for” He answers with a kind smile even as cold runs through his spine at the thought that Steve might be apologizing for leading him on.

“I'm not a professional!” Steve states suddenly looking around the studio, “I don’t know how- how am I supposed to not get worked up while making out with the loveliest, hottest guy I’ve ever met-”

‘Oh’

The blushing, the stiffness, the distance, they all take a new meaning with that. And Eddie, in a  completely obvious way looks at Steve, his eye landing on his crotch, where his wardrobe is doing a very poor job at hiding just exactly how worked up he is.

Eddie is delighted by this, so much so that he laughs and Steve frowns at him, and slaps his arm, “Don't laugh at me! Asshole” he whines, which makes Eddie laugh even harder.

And he grabs Steve by the waist and pulls him closer to him, purposely making their crotches touch, letting him feel how into him Eddie is too.

Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he bites his lip at the contact, 

“Oh,” Steve articulates eloquently.

“Yes, oh,”

And then Eddie kisses him again, kisses him like he wanted to from the moment he first saw him. Like he wants to eat him.

And Steve ups his game even more, positively driving him insane.

“Changing room?” Eddie offers dropping kisses from his lips to his jaw and neck.

“Uh?” Steve says and groans loudly when Eddie bites him.

“Little more private” Eddie chuckles licking Steve’s pulse point.

“Yes, fu- fuck yes,” Steve says and grabs Eddie’s wrist, dragging him with him as he practically runs there.

As soon as they are inside the changing room, Steve pushes Eddie against the door and kisses him so hard he bumps the back of his head against it, and he bolts the door shut behind him.

Steve chuckles and cradles the back of his head, “Sorry” he murmurs against his lips, Eddie bites his bottom lip and tells him to stop apologizing.

They make out fervently, can’t seems to get their hands off each other, not even to move farther into the room, and when Eddie pushes his hips into Steve’s looking for some friction Steve growls and picks Eddie up by the back of his legs, using the door as support. Eddie immediately hooks both his legs around Steve’s waist and fuck yeah that hits the spot.

Frank was right, Steve can pick him up with no effort, and it's really fucking hot.

The angle and the closeness are phenomenal, Steve is essentially humping him and it feels so fucking good. But it would feel a heck of a lot better if he could make Steve take his shirt off.

He lifts it up over his torso mapping the exposed skin but reaches a dead end when he hits Steve’s armpits. He’s going to have to drop Eddie to lift his arms and Eddie is conflicted between a shirtless Steve and being devoured against a door. Decisions, decisions…

In the end, he chooses nudity.

He unhooks his legs from Steve and stands, pushing the shirt up. Steve gets the message and lifts his arms letting Eddie take it off.

He shakes his hair out of his eyes and they stare at each other for a bit, trying to catch their breaths. And Eddie looks at him, and Jesus was the payoff worth it, Steve is fucking beautiful, with toned hard muscles and chest hair and moles, so many, many moles. He dives into Steve's neck and touches his chest, pushing his hand through the hair on his pecs, it’s absolutely lovely. 

Steve starts slowly unbuttoning Eddie's belt and jeans, “Eddie I want-” he starts but Eddie interrupts him,

“Yes, yes to whatever you want”

Steve chuckles and drops to his knees in front of him and Eddie's knees threaten to give up on him because holy shit.

He pulls Eddie’s boxers down mindful of the elastic and Eddie is thankful for that because his dick is so hard that if Steve is not careful he could lose an eye with it.

And he absolutely doesn’t laugh at his silly thoughts because right then Steve grabs the shaft of his dick and looks up at him,

“I want to see you again after the shoot is over, I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” He says right before he takes Eddie in his mouth.

Eddie moans and slaps his hands on the door loudly, he nods furiously even though Steve can’t see him do it, he’s too busy sucking obscenely, moaning when Eddie’s dick hits the back of his throat, he pulls back and forth a couple of times before pulling off completely and licking the head, looking at Eddie while he slowly jerks him off, “Can I take you out on a date? Please?”

“Yes! Fuck yes, of course.”

Steve smiles sweetly at him and goes back to trying to suck his brains out. A date? He wants to ask Steve to move in with him, marry him, never be away from him again, please.

Are you mine, please be mine, you are mine.

Shit.

He touches anywhere he can reach with his hands, following with his fingers the lines and angles of Steve's face, his jaw, his nose, his eyelids, how his cheeks hollow as he sucks, his eyebrows, and the little frown between them with worshiping soft touches and then cradles his hands through Steve’s hair and pulls.

Steve moans and Eddie feels it all over his own body.

It’s over pretty quickly after that, Eddie comes so hard he doubles over Steve and ends up resting his forehead on Steve's head.

His knees do give up then and he slides down the door legs sprawled open on either side of Steve’s and he grabs him by the cheeks and kisses him deeply.

Then, he moves his hands to Steve’s waist and slides him closer to him, palms his clothed erection.

Steve never stops kissing him, moaning and groaning and panting into his mouth as Eddie lowers his pants just enough to take his dick out and jerks him off fast and dirty.

Still kneeling, Steve holds himself steady by placing his hands on Eddie’s shoulders and then slowly moving them to circle around him and burying his face on Eddie’s neck, nipping at it between intakes of air. He’s hugging him close and moving his hips in sharp little trusts into Eddie's hand and it’s gotta be the prettiest thing Eddie has ever experienced.

Worked up as he was after giving Eddie the best blowjob of his life, Steve comes pretty fast, and Eddie tries to catch most of it on his palm, bringing it to his mouth and tasting him, making sure to keep eye contact as he does so.

Steve groans and lets himself fall to the floor theatrically, “Fuck! You are so hot.”

It makes Eddie laugh, “Right back at ya,” he tells him and he barely has time to catch his breath before Steve sits right back up,

“Shit! What time is it? We need to get back, did I stain my pants?!” He says frantically looking at himself and checking his crotch.

Eddie just keeps laughing and watches him walk around the room, looking for his shirt and trying futilely to fix his hair in the mirror.

“Hey, give me your phone,” He tells Steve making grabby hands at him.

Steve gives him a big smile and throws his phone at him, Eddie- doesn't catch it but it falls in his lap so it's all good.

He quickly makes a new contact and names it “Eddie 🦇” and gives himself a lost call, saving the contact as “Steve 💘”.

He fixes himself as best he can, thankfully they didn’t ruin their clothes and stands up waiting for Steve.

Steve turns around and walks up to him, looking nervous before opening the door, “How do I look?” he asks.

And Eddie knows he’s asking in a ‘Can you tell what we were up to just now’ kind of way and not in a ‘Do I look pretty’ kind of way but he still responds, “Gorgeous,” very unhelpfully.

And Steve, precious as he is, blushes deeply as if he wasn’t just deep-throating the life out of Eddie minutes ago.

When they get back to the set, Argyle is already there, and he takes one look at them and shakes his head, 

“Well, at least I don’t have to ask makeup to make you two look like you just fucked,”

Steve pales and starts stammering but Eddie cackles and shakes Argyle’s shoulder, who is trying and failing to keep a straight face and not laugh too.

“It’s ok, Steve” Eddie assures him and Argyle does chuckle then, nods and winks at him for good measure.

This time when they get to their places, Steve is relaxed and pliant and Eddie is, Eddie is just thrilled.

When Argyle says ‘action!’, Steve bumps their foreheads together and rubs his nose against his before diving in and kissing him intensely. Eddie swears he hears Argyle saying ‘Aww’ at some point.

They kiss for a while, smiling through it and nipping at each other's lips, exploring each other's bodies with their hands, and then they hear Argyle yell,

“Cut! Eddie for fuck’s sake!” By the looks of it, it’s not the first time he’s said it, but he’s laughing and shaking his head, so it’s not a big deal.

Steve apologizes and Eddie bites his nose, “Stop apologizing”

Steve shakes his head and looks at him bewildered and Eddie laughs at his expression and kisses his nose making Steve laugh too.

“What’s so funny?” Robin asks as she walks in, the rest of the team just coming back to film the last scene.

Which is basically the same thing they did just now except they have to get interrupted by Gareth opening a curtain.

Argyle goes over the scene once more with everyone before starting and then Steve and Eddie are kissing again but when Gareth opens the curtain, Robin screams so loud, everyone’s surprised expression is one hundred percent real.

“Jesus, Robin!” Steve scolds her, burying his face in Eddie’s chest.

“Sorry! Sorry, Jesus! I knew it was coming but it was still so jarring to see” She says with a hand on her chest, “It was like a jump scare! What are you doing to my boy?!”

Eddie and the boys crack up and Steve blushes and grumbles, “Stop it dingus”

“I… loved that take actually, I think it’s the best we’ll get,” Argyle says, “But let’s do it one more time just in case, and then we’ll call it.”

Everyone cheers and gets in position and Steve and Eddie look at each other, something achingly similar to love in their eyes as they eagerly wait for Argyle to call action so they can kiss again.

That’s a wrap!

part 1: ♫

part 2: ♫  

part 3: ♫  

part 4: is this

☕ cafecito?

[d0eteeth]

compulsion in progress

[teddybeartoji]

WAIT NO BUT WHAT ABOUT DOG TRAINER TOJI WITH PUPPY READER………. Oh god i think i’m going to pass out mickey Please hold my hand while i have a heart attack over tjis

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM NONNIE WE ARE GOING TO HOLD HANDS AND WE ARE GOING TO GET HEART ATTACKS TOGETHER BECAUSE OOOOOH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS AN INSANE CONCEPT,, him giving you a treat every time you do what he asks of you.......................... he's so, so fucking smug while doing it all too. like he tells you to kneel in front of him and then he's just there staring at you with the cockiest smirk ever while praising you for being so good and giving you the treat. and he one hundred percent feeds it to you too yk? like he's not handing it over to you, he holds it out on the palm of his hand and lets you take it yourself................................... nonnie i'm gonna die. he feels your tongue over his skin, maybe your teeth graze him a little too and his dick is twitching in his pants at the sensation... and then you're staring at him again, so eager for your next command. your tails swings behind you and toji doesn't miss the way your thighs rub together as you're sat before him. do you like it when he praises you? or is it just the fact that he's ordering you around? or is it the promise of a real treat after all these smaller ones? hmmmmmm there are so many possibilities and toji can't wait to figure it all out. he can't wait to see what really makes his pup tick<333333333333

[meownotgood]

tmi on dash. tmi alert. but every other day, I have the urge to want to buy a sex toy. but like. I've never owned one, I've never tried one, I don't know what kind to get or how big to get or even if it'd actually like it. or like where to get one? they have cute dildos at spencers but are those even made of something I should be using or is it just cheap trash lol??

[meat-wentz]

[kamwashere]

you reblogged that wolverine feral gif and I almost put my phone on my mouth

i… well. okay! you know what, valid!

[thatbitch909]

Fire On Fire || Jacob Fatu x GN Reader

Okay, so im writing this for a friend, but hope whoever else wanted this enjoys it! :3 warnings; none really mild smut not really there and a lot of fluff WC: 1.3k Featuring: Jacob Fatu x Gender neutral reader

Jacob Fatu paced backstage, the crowd's roar echoing through the walls, a familiar adrenaline rush coursing through his veins. His gaze kept drifting towards the curtain, knowing you'd be stepping through any minute now, victorious and radiant. The anticipation of seeing you, knowing how hard you'd fought and the skill you displayed, always filled him with a mixture of pride and admiration.

When you finally emerged, sweat-slicked and breathless, a victorious smile gracing your lips, Jacob's heart skipped a beat. You caught his eye, and your smile widened, a silent communication passing between you. The way you moved, and the confidence in your step, all spoke volumes about the strength and determination that had always drawn him to you.

"Nice work out there," he murmured as you approached, his voice low and filled with pride. The intensity in his gaze made your pulse quicken, his approval meaning everything after such a grueling match.

"Thanks," you replied, stepping closer until the heat of your bodies mingled. "Couldn't have done it without your help." The bond you shared was more than just professional; It was very clear inside and outside the ring. Jacob smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. "You know I'd do anything for you." His voice was a mix of affection and possessiveness, a reminder that in this world, you were his constant.

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and the familiar scent of him. "I know," you said softly, your hand resting on his chest. "And I appreciate it." The feel of his heartbeat under your palm was a comforting reminder of the man who always had your back, in and out of the ring.

The moments you shared backstage were precious, stolen amid the chaos and excitement of wrestling life. Tonight, the victory tasted even sweeter with Jacob by your side. The adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, but his presence had a calming effect, grounding you amidst the excitement.

He bent his head, his lips brushing against your ear. "You were incredible out there," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine. The praise in his voice was more intoxicating than the cheers of the crowd, his words wrapping around your heart.

You tilted your head up, capturing his gaze. "So were you," you murmured back, your lips inches from his. The connection between you was electric, a spark that had ignited the moment you met and had only grown stronger with time.

The kiss that followed was slow and deep, filled with passion and love. Jacob's hand slid up your back, pulling you even closer, while your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to you. Each touch, each caress, was a reminder of the journey you had shared, the battles fought and won together.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync. "I love you," Jacob said, his voice husky and sincere. The vulnerability in his eyes was something he showed only to you, a side of him that was as precious as it was rare.

"I love you too," you replied, resting your forehead against his. The words were simple but held an emotion that only the two of you could fully understand.

Jacob smiled a rare and genuine expression that was just for you. "Let's get out of here," he suggested, his thumb brushing over your cheek. The promise of privacy was irresistible after the publicity of the match.

You nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. The night was still young, and you had every intention of spending it wrapped up in each other. As you walked out together, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond you shared. Jacob was your constant, your anchor. And you were his.

Back at the hotel, the atmosphere shifted, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. Jacob's touch was reverent as he helped you out of your gear, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. Each movement was unhurried, his attention focused entirely on you, making you feel cherished and adored.

"You always know how to take care of me," you said softly, your heart swelling with affection. His dedication to you was something you never took for granted.

"And I always will," he promised, his eyes locked on yours. his gaze was matched by the sincerity in his voice, a pledge of unwavering love.

Jacob's touch was gentle but insistent as he guided you to the bed. His kisses, once teasing and light, grew more feverish, filled with a desire that mirrored your own. Every brush of his lips, every caress of his hands, was a reminder of the love and trust that had been built between you over time. The night was a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, the two of you losing yourselves in each other.

"You mean everything to me," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with emotion. The vulnerability in his words was a stark contrast to the strength he displayed in the ring, a side of him that was reserved only for you.

You pulled him closer, your bodies pressed together, hearts beating in tandem. "And you mean everything to me," you replied, your voice trembling with sincerity. The connection between you was undeniable. As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, you lay tangled together, Jacob's arm draped protectively over you. You felt a contentment that was rare for you, a sense of belonging that only Jacob could provide. The calm of the early morning was a stark contrast to the intensity of the previous night, a reminder of the balance you found in each other.

"Ready for another day?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. The question was a routine one, but the underlying premise was always the same: whatever the day brought, you would face it together.

"As long as I have you," you replied, pressing a kiss to his chest. The words were simple but held a depth of meaning. Jacob chuckled, the sound rumbling through you. "Always," he said, his hold on you tightening. The reassurance in his voice was comforting, a promise of unwavering support.

With Jacob by your side, you felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges the world threw your way. And you knew that no matter what, you'd always come home to each other. The sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow over the room. You and Jacob lay in a comfortable silence, savoring the silence before the day's chaos began. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, and you smiled at the simple, intimate gesture.

"I was thinking," Jacob started, his voice contemplative. "Maybe we should take a little vacation after the next tour. Just the two of us. Somewhere quiet, where we can relax." The idea of a getaway was nice, a chance to escape the constant demands of your careers and focus on each other.

You turned to face him. "That sounds perfect," you said, a smile spreading across your face. "I'd love that." The thought of uninterrupted time together, a much-needed break from the hectic pace of your lives.

He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that made your heart flutter. "It's a plan, then." The promise of a future getaway filled you with a newfound excitement. It was moments like these that made all the hard work and grueling schedules worthwhile. Knowing that, no matter how crazy life got, you had each other to lean on.

"Come on," Jacob said, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. "Let's get some breakfast before we have to go." starting the day together, even with its challenges, seemed far less daunting with him by your side.

You nodded, reluctantly untangling yourself from his embrace. As you both got ready, there was a sense of calm that permeated the air. The love you shared, a steady, unshakeable force, grounding you both in the world.

As you walked out of the hotel room, side by side, you felt ready to take on anything.

[pcktknife]

the dizzy concepts look soo pretty in the new ggs season pass

ALSO VENOM. I WINNN

i kinda miss her old outfit but shes definitely giving 'someone's mother' and i cannot say no to a mom fit. i looooove how her wings look. no notes for venom since theres not much difference outside of the shirt. the heart(?) belt is cute tho congrats

[loopyarts]

My attempt/little play around experiment at doing a somewhat rendered painterly style sketch of Ichiji.

[rist-ix]

https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3