#thank u for sending one in!

[mintaii]

one piece characters! suggestions were taken from here and twitter 🤠

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[jesncin]

Two FAce Attorney for DC Gotcha for Gaza! (prompts closed!) Okay the prompt was just to draw Two Face but I've had this joke in my mind for so long that I had to draw it heheh

[evanbuckwad]

masturbation monday

[obsob]

love is stored in the parallel play

[hinamie]

i mean he's got all the outfits now might as well show them off

bonus:

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[ashoss]

why is he aflame ?

[reegis]

hi since you have out on the brain and i wont be inflicting it on you here's a headcanon of mine:

after nastya leaves, aurora stops talking entirely

[stevebabey]

uhm shyly comes into your inbox to give a steve idea :’)

finding him so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it. so he’s cocky about it and teasing, it’s never relenting. he loves it and honestly so do you.

(feel free to ignore!)

trying to get my steve groove back on!!! thank u for sending something nonnie!! a lil bit of shy!reader <3 just a blurb too

Steve doesn’t know it’s a favourite of yours.

One of his polos fits his chest pretty perfectly if anyone asks your opinion. It’s that nice navy colour that looks good against his tan skin, with a bold stripe of white through the middle. A little plain but classic.

It hugs his biceps snugly and stretches ever so slightly over his chest. At the right angle, you can see the definition of his pecs and it’s awfully good at reminding you of what they look like with no shirt on at all.

The thought makes you fluster a bit.

He’s got plenty of polos but this one— this is your favourite. And he’s wearing it tonight, on Valentine’s day, and now you’re not quite sure you’ve been as slick with your wandering eyes as you hoped.

Across the booth, Steve smiles at you, his lashes kissing in the corner. He reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck and your eyes zero in on the bulge of his bicep instantly.

Steve’s smiles melts into a grin, a tad wicked.

Yeah, okay, maybe he does know it’s your favourite.

You fluster again. Something nudges at your foot under the table, right as Steve says, “What?”

He’s teasing. He definitely knows what.

“Stop,” you murmur, on the side of embarrassed. “You know what.”

Steve smiles again and drops his arm, thankfully, only to fold them and lean forward on the table. It does wonders for his arms, especially in that shirt. Damn that shirt. Damn him. He’s evil.

“Do I know what?” He pretends to muse thoughtfully.

He tilts his pretty head to the side just an inch. His eyes stay locked on you, drinking up every second your flustered reaction. You’re beautiful, even more so when you get all embarrassed about liking him.

“Steve.”

“What?”

“I will not be responsible for any further inflation of your ego, thank you very much.” You mumble it as you take a sip of your soda, eyes on the table. Why is it so terrible to have him know you were leering at him?

Steve laughs loudly. He finally slides his arms back and off the table, giving you a temporary relief.

“You’re the only one who can inflate my ego, actually.” Steve counters, his brows raising. He steals a fry off your plate and chews it slowly.

You eye him over your cup, skeptical.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” He shrugs, swallowing his food. He takes a sip of his own milkshake, oh-so casual when he says, “Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me anyways.”

He grins across the table at you, a more mischievous shine in his eyes.

“Why do you think I picked this shirt?”

You’re equal parts mortified and enthralled at what he’s said. In your surprise, you accidentally inhale a bit of your soda and it burns as it goes down the wrong way— you cough awkwardly to clear it. Okay, less equal, more mortified now.

It’s your turn to ask. “What?”

Steve nudges your foot under the table again, teasing and flirting all in one. His pink lips curve into that grin that makes your heart flip flop— and there’s even a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. As though he’s also endeared but embarrassed by your attention.

“It’s your favourite.”

“It’s—” You splutter and for some reason, decide to lie. “No, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is!”

“No, it’s—” You pivot mid-sentence. “Who told you?”

Steve laughs again, that big loud belly-laugh where his cheeks get all chipmunk-y cos he’s grinning so hard. When he stops laughing enough to talk, he’s reaching across the table. You’re not quick enough to pretend to avoid his hand as he snags it with his own.

“Baby,” he says. “Nobody had to tell me. I could just tell.”

Somehow when he says it like that, when he calls you baby in a voice all sticky with fondness, it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing at all.

You nudge him back under the table and sip your sofa again to try think of something to say. He knows what you look like when you love something. How terrifying. How intimate.

Another sip of soda. Steve rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, content to gaze you. His view is sweet enough he must have cartoon hearts circling above his head.

You can’t think of anything to say in the end, so you just squeeze his hand and nudge his foot again — and trust that he’ll just be able to tell what you mean.

[shamedumpster]

i would absolutely love to see combeferre on one of your fits, please and thank you

Here you go! :D I got this sweater at a thrift store half a decade ago, and every time I wear it I think of him

[iizuumi]

Guess Narumi isn't getting any paperwork done ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[ryllen]

Look what came through the mail today! The letters & ( •̀ω•́ )σ 3 little gremlins from letterstoear.

Just wanna say i adore the flower stickers on the letters too much, they are that much worth mentioning.

[hungharrington]

omg a huge congrats again on hitting 1K bae!! u deserve it sm and I'm so excited for this sleepover teehee

soooo if it tickles your fancy I figured I'd send smth in early for our communal bf steve, could be as long as u want it to be!

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

oh and have an amazing day ofc <3

aster! thank u so much honey :') feelin v loved and im glad u were as excited as me!! here's to the communal boyf <3 enjoy <3 MDNI, fem!reader, this entire blog is 18+

You're trying not to be overwhelmed but it's a lot.

Everything feels turned up to 11; the very sound of your heartbeat in your ears, the pulse of lust that thrums through your body, the feel of Steve's cock gliding in and out of your wet heat in a deliciously slow drag. It's a lot.

You can feel yourself trembling, just a little bit, your hands around Steve's shoulders sinking tighter in their hold.

"Steve," you cry, tugging him closer. You need to hide your face away, need to have him closer, need him to go slower— no, faster. You don't know what you want, so you just press your face into his shoulder and mewl his name again. "Steve."

The sound of your slick is loud, a lewd sort of squelch as Steve fucks you into the mattress, his body pressed above yours. He's moaning lowly, one hand on your hip, one fisting the sheets beside your head. He looks fucking ethereal — hair messy and that slight flush to his face, pleasure contorting his features.

His hips meet yours in a teasing pace, deep enough to have your back arching with every thrust and yet not enough. The fire in your gut coils up tighter ever so slowly. You want- you want— you want more. But god, it's so much.

You shift your legs, sliding them up til they wrap snug around Steve's waist — you pull him closer, need him closer.

"Y'good, honey?" Steve asks, voice raspy and breathy. "My girl okay?"

His words only succeed in winding the knot in your belly tighter and you pull him closer, eyes scrunched up as you silently urge him to go faster. You're not sure if you're capable of saying anything except his name. Whiney little noises escape your mouth, chest heaving. You sound completely fucked out.

Steve's hips slow in their pace and the whine that escapes you it pitiful, your legs around his waist tightening in hopes he'll continue. You can feel Steve's tummy press against yours as he shifts closer, his hand moving to move some hair out of your face. He hasn't stopped, his hips still roll into yours, cock fucking in and out of your hot cunt, but it's tantalizingly slow.

"Hey, hey, hey," He starts, voice a low little whisper. "Lemme see your face, hmm? C'mon, look at me." His fingers move, tucking under your jaw and nudging you out from hiding away in his shoulder.

Your eyes crease open, mouth already hung open in a whimpering moan and Steve softens completely at the sight of you; his girl, all teary-eyed on his cock. He purposefully nudges his cock in deeper, his hand on his hip holding you in a place and you mewl out pathetically — Steve surging forward to capture the noise with his kiss. He stays close, forehead pressed against your own.

"Oh, baby," He coos, not unkind. He gives a sloppy kiss to your cheek at the same time his hand travels off your hips, his fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth, back arching up so your tits scrape against his chest, and Steve grins. "That's it, just take it. Good fucking girl, taking what I give her, yeah?"

"Steve," you gasp, fingernails digging into his skin by now. You feel delirious, can feel the beginnings of white hot pleasure teasing at your edges.

"I know, I know," Steve murmurs sweetly, his thrusts starting to pick up the pace. The sounds of your slick mix with the slap of skin on skin as he starts to fuck properly, his fingers still dancing on your clit. You moan louder. "You just take it and feel good, mm? That's it..."

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

I’m the anon who send you the height fact and laughed my ass off when you went to into a rant. I don’t blame you. I always found the height system confusing too. At least we got a good laugh on the insanity. Though in all seriousness, RIP Makoto.

Universal Short King Makoto is so real 😩👌