#[ANON]

[hellsitegenetics]

I was showing my friend your blog and he said “It’s like you read something interesting and then you get a little prize at the end”

String identified: a g g a a “t’ a tg ttg a t gt a tt at t ”

Closest match: Falcaria lacertinaria genome assembly, chromosome: 11 Common name: Scalloped Hook-Tip! 🎁🎉

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[hungharrington]

So I was reading your post about how Steve takes pride in having a scratched up back and it got me thinking about how he’d react to his girl being physically unable to stand/walk the morning after. Like he’d be so smug for at least a week all like >:) hehehe I did that >:). And the entire day he’d be all smirky like ‘does my baby need to be carried’ and then you tell him he’s banned from sex for a week lol.

FJDHSHSHS this ask made me actually cackle it was so golden thank u so much for sending it to me <3 it’s more goof than smut <3

There’s an ache between your thighs and you know exactly where you got it.

Well, you know precisely how you got it— from the culprit currently dozing beside you in early morning light. 

You have to blink heavily as you come to, drawn out of a deep, deep sleep by the morning dawn. It’s light enough outside for the room to have a soft glow. The curtains are still drawn and the sheets are fresh, though after last night, perhaps they’ll need changing again.

Shifting about to get comfortable, you feel that familiar tenderness between your legs — it’s a soreness that you only get from particularly passionate night.

You peek to the side, searching for your love.

Steve’s hair is sticking up at all angles, mussed up, and his mouth is open, snuffly snores getting pressed into his pillow.

You can’t see that with his back to you, but you can see that canvas of tan skin and moles.

And scratches. Lots and lots of scratches, pink against his skin and raised in some places. An undeniable mark of a good time.

At the sight, some flusters and something preens in you. It stems from something possessive, a purr hiding under your skin at the knowledge you’ll both be feeling little reminders this morning.

You shuffle closer and wake him with a kiss on the back of his neck.

Like your lips stir him, Steve gives a sleepy groan in response, making you smile. You kiss him again, this time further up along his shoulder, and then give him an affectionate little bite. Barely a nibble.

“Mm, hey,” Steve says, voice faux-stern and coated in sleep. It’s gravelly enough to make you consider a round two. You watch over his shoulder as his eyelashes scrunch open. “What’re doin’ back there?”

You soothe your tiny bite-mark with another kiss and push yourself up, sheets pooling around your waist. As much as you’d love to doze off in Steve’s arms all morning, there’s things on your to-do list.

“Nothing of consequence,” you say, looking down at Steve with a loving smile. You trace across between the moles of his back with an idle finger, until he rolls over toward you, forcing you to stop.

“Mhm,” He hums. His hazel eyes are warm like the morning, like the bed, like the softness between you.

“I think that means nothing important— to which I have to protest,” He captures your wandering hand and kisses it gently, eyes fixed on you. “Massively.” Another kiss. “Majorly. Everything you do is important.”

The next kiss is so feathersoft, on the delicate skin on the inside of your wrist, that your laugh is tickled out of you. Worming your hand out of his hold, you grin, even as you roll your eyes.

“Suck up.”

Steve laughs, his voice still rougher than usual. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Nuh uh.”

The warmth of his gaze glazes over you as you turn and shuffle to your edge of the bed, pushing on your hands to get to your feet.

It takes about half a second before the ache in your core sends out a hot throb of pain and pleasure, a very imaginable reminder of just how Steve had drilled the ache into you a mere few hours ago.

You push through it and stand, but your legs shake noticeably.

“Oho, baby,” Steve coos, noticing immediately. You turn to glare at him over your shoulder and find he’s perked up, his head held up in his hand. He looks divine — and far, far too happy about the quake in your legs.

“Rough night?”

“Shut up,” You say with no bite. “Like it isn’t your damn fault.”

Steve laughs, “That’s exactly why I’m smirking, honey.”

You take a step and your legs feel no less like jelly, a little bend in your knees you have to correct quickly.

The warm ache pulses and you can only think of—Steve pushing your thigh up against your chest, grinding his hips into you, each deep thrust pulling these desperate sounds from you as he lost himself in you—

You take another step and something buckles, making you stumble for a moment. Your face flames with heat.

“Woah, you alright?” There’s a tint of concern to Steve’s voice as he properly sits up in the bed and scoots over to sit closer to your side. Reaching out, he tenderly rubs your lower back, his brows pinched together as he checks you over.

“I’m okay,” You say over your shoulder to appease his genuine worry. Then you lean back into his hand with a dramatic huff, rolling your eyes again. “No thanks to you.”

“Mm, I fucked you good,” Steve hums casually, leaning forward to press a kiss to the hip he can reach. There’s a smugness to his tone that you actually can’t dispute because he’s absolutely correct.

“Does baby need to be carried?” He says, enjoying himself far too much.

You glare down at him, letting him simmer in his smugness for just a moment. Your hand reaches down, tangling in his hair, and you smile like you’re about to fall into his arms and say oh yes baby, please.

“I think,” You begin, casting your gaze to the ceiling as you think. “Mm, no sex for a week for that comment.”

Steve’s mouth pops open, an aghast expression on his face. “Baby!”

You wander backward, away from his wandering hand, focusing on making sure your legs keep you upright. There’s a goading grin on your face.

“You heard me.”

“That’s- you— I’m being punished for being good at my job!”

Your head tilts back in laughter as you reach the doorway. You eye him with a knowing smirk, shaking your head softly. “That’s not why you’re being punished and you know why…”

As you turn, heading for the kitchen, you don’t doubt the pout on Steve’s lips.

[diminuel]

Crocodile *about to swallow his cigar in rage*: What you got there?

Luffy *wearing a Jinbe shirt, Kuma gloves that Bonny gave him, and a Boa hair clip she gave him* Sea king meat, you can't have any

Betrayed by his own flesh and blood!

[fckmebarnes]

how do you think bucky would react to his girl wearing no bra AND panties on one of their dates to a high end restaurant?

he would cum in his pants literally

he would bring you to the bathroom to finger fuck the shit out of you, sucking on your nipples while making you cum twice on his fingers.

he can’t take his cock out, he refuses to. he wants to take you like this, and he honestly can’t fucking help it when he starts to grind his hips against yours, his clothed, hard throbbing cock under his dress slacks rubbing your bare glistening, wet pussy

the silk of the fabric collecting more of your slick, making both of you moan and whines falling from your lips. “fuck baby, shut…why’d you have to wear nothing.” he gasps out, metal hand bracing the wall as he feels his cock twitch each time it bumps your clit

he can feel himself close to cumming just like this, humping you like a mad man, eyes feral and desire fueling his movements as you bring him in for a heated kiss

that seems to do it for him

your nails digging into his jacket as her pushes his hips into you, swallowing his groans as he cums in his pants, making the fabric wetter than it was.

“fuck me,” he grumbles, looking at you annoyingly but with desire and love still in his gaze. “made me fucking cum in my pants like a school boy .”

[howisthepope]

i feel somehow responsible for the pope’s death… on Easter we were discussing him for some reason and i joked that my catholic friend should become the next pope after our good man francis died. imagine my horror the next day

LMAOOO anon it's between you and JD Vance

[midnight-in-town]

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[mistressemmedi]

really think f1 dating rumors peaked when fernando was supposedly dating taylor swift

Fernando running with the rumors and making tiktoks with her songs lives rent free in my head. Absolute menace of a man

[myownwholewildworld]

here to enable your old man joel idea i am obsessed with it

hi anon........... PLEASE enable me, i need him so badly omfg 😫

soooooo... what are we thinking? yay or nay? 👀 asdfghjklñ

edit: it's out, READ NOW !!!

“You’re a bit starved for touch today, aren’tcha?” you nudged him, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. His cock twitched. “And whose fault is that?” he snapped back, nerves on edge. You simply giggled, shaking your head as your hand finally cupped his growing bulge. Gently kneaded him, massaging his aching balls over the fabric. Joel could feel the warmth of your touch seeping through the boxers, compelling him to grow bigger, harder, thicker. Your palm rubbed against the covered length of him, then dropped to his sacks again—and, irremediably, his hips bucked up, bare heels dug in the wooden floor. He thoroughly enjoyed it when you cupped his balls like that—lovingly, languidly, exquisitely, taking the weight off him so he could find some bliss. Seeing you so locked in on his pleasure, your tongue darting out to wet your lips… It just added to your appeal, another reason to love you. Because he did—fuck, yes, he did, with all his fucking heart. Suddenly, you squeezed his balls a bit too harsh, holding your grip as if your life depended on him, kissing his jawline. The unexpected squash on his testicles forced a moan out of him—and something else. A firing pulse took a hold of him, surging down from his spine directly into his balls, and inevitably his cock throbbed with releasing strength. Joel couldn’t have stopped himself even if he wanted to. He first felt the sticky warmth soaking his boxers, and his eyes quickly shot down to his lap. There was a wet, growing spot on his underwear. He’d fucking cummed in his boxers like an inexperienced teenager—or the old man he was, despite how adamant he was to deny it— and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. Embarrassed wouldn’t even start to cover it. Joel was fucking mortified.

[contamination-zone]

I am obsessed with the way you draw and characterize fresh-

It makes me smile :)))

A simple request for the silly to be drawn with the inkerr AND the nightmare :))

ur art is so yummy delicious and i want to eat it, and i hope you have a wonderful day

that one... pj's meme. Fresh just likes that they're fighting over him.

not ship :-]

^ immediately thought of the three of em'

I think if it was ship. fresh would be the worst person to ever have in a poly relationship, because he turns all his partners against each other cus he likes being fought over

[bigidiotenergytm]

Could you make more Poseidon biting odysseus?

ah, my one weakness

[diminuel]

Your ocs just scratch something in my brain extra good and I can’t get over how much I love all of them, especially Dulcinea and Kite

There’s just has so much room for chaos cause like how many marines heard Kite (clearly Dragon’s kid) had a little sister and see a mini female Doffy and tried to figure out how much alcohol was involved to have Dragon produce a kid with Doflomingo?

X'DD The family is a mystery and neither Kite nor Dulcinea will explain anything.

(I'm glad you like these two~)

[inkly-heart]

I'd like to see Fem!Stalker in her emo phase too (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I could try design that too🌱

[frownyalfred]

Kind of inspired by the times in comics we see Jason’s living situation and he’s got like. All his weapons hung on walls and very meticulously organized: does partial dragon Jason horde weapons? Is that his thing. And it hurts Bruce to see it because on one hand it’s good that he’s healthy about his horde but also like. Hey kiddo. Do you wanna talk about that? Do you feel safe? Is this what you need to feel safe?

Jason hoarding weapons — really nice weapons? Hell yeah. He’s got antique collectors items. He’s got rare stuff off the black market. He doesn’t need guns because he has claws and scales, but the security component shapes the hoard, you’re right.

[howisthepope]

If they elected a DID system as pope would one alter be pope or the whole system. Asking for a friend I swear.

So I contemplated this because the first step is to be baptized and the question is are all the alters baptised. You would assume that covers the whole system, right?

But is says this about baptism:

It configures the person to Christ (CCC 1272), and obliges the Christian to share in the church's apostolic and missionary activity (CCC 1270)

So in that sense I think the alter needs to intend to share in the apostolic and missionary activities.

That's not an issue in and on itself but I found out that alters sometimes have different religions so in that sense they wouldn't be considered baptised, likely. Regardless alters who don't carry forward the mission the church likely wouldn't make a good candidate

Not to mention they need to be a man. So I think you can have different alters in the system who could together be pope but they'd have to identify as a catholic man and only those alters could be pope together OR your whole system needs to be catholic men in order to become pope

[paper-mario-wiki]

You seem like the kind of person to have a favorite font /pos

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