#He likes hanging out with him?

[giurochedadomani]

Wip is slowly growing, it might have (2) scenes!! 😂 It's the horny continuation of this fic, and basically the first time Mishanks sleep together, with a general undercurrent of learning from each other and how precious it is to trust someone enough to say: guide me through this

Shanks moves his head a bit, curious as to what prevents Mihawk from fully relaxing on top of him. Taking a wild guess at the swordsman’s downturned face, he'd say it's still his fascination about his chest, fingers ghosting near a streak of cum cooling on his abdomen. 

He definitely makes a mental note to lose the shirt the next time they duel. 

Mihawk grumbles a bit when he hugs him and pulls him closer, turning to look at him all sour. 

“You're sticky”, he mumbles. His hair is tousled, perfectly coiffed curls sticking now in disarray. 

Shanks fails to bite back a smile. He raises an eyebrow. 

“Oh, sorry, did you want to move?”. 

Golden eyes narrow, studying him. After a long moment Mihawk gives out the barest little sigh, accommodating himself on Shanks’ chest. He almost gets to count to ten before the other grabs his hand and positions it between his shoulder blades, face firmly turned away. 

Shanks snorts, starting to caress the back of Mihawk's neck, his chest doing something funny when the swordsman melts at the touch of his hand in his hair. He thinks about the knives again, and about Mihawk's distrustful look in the face of praise. 

“I knew you'd be a natural”, he mentions lightly, cutting himself from saying even stupider shit, like I love you, or something. 

He cranes his face a bit, surprised when such a declaration is met with silence instead of a dismissive scoff, and at the slight jostle Mihawk turns his face a bit further away. It occurs to him in a fit of clarity and glee that the swordsman is bashful, of all things.

[markwateneymemorialcrater]

Please note. The orange one is not included because A. He isn’t a billionaire. And B. Calling him obnoxious is too kind for him.

[kavaleyre]

• The Hanged Man •

“Compared to what Falin went through? This is nothing.”

[chloesimaginationthings]

Gregory has it best out of the new FNAF protagonists..

[arcane-gold]

hello rookanis nation. can i present rel and lucanis’s dynamic. sun and moon trope, one with boundless energy and one who gets 2 hours of sleep a night, guy i pulled by being an idiot, etc. they’re special to me

[captain-flint]

Tommy 'my priority is Evan' Kinard

[dextheartist]

Just bros being bros

[lazycranberrydoodles]

english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness

[ryllen]

love is a compilation of coincidences

... and chances u create urself

[zarla-s]

BOYFRIEND TIE, BOYFRIEND TIE

[patreon]

[paunchsalazar]

they were sleeping together at this point

[kwillow]

Swimsuit season is well over now. Maybe it's for the best.

[haloswrld]

internal call: office 3-07

being the receptionist at the dynamight agency is interesting when the first call of the day before work hours is coming from inside of the house.

“dynamight agency front desk, how may i help you today?”

you grow irritated when a certain blonde making the call fails to make noise on the other end.

“i don’t know if you recall, but i believe i told you to use the other line for anything you may need, sir.” you ennunciate the last words to match your annoyance when you think about how he most likely does remember but chose to ignore it.

“yeah yeah, whatever. that isn’t why m’ calling.” his voice comes through clearly and you brace yourself for what he’ll ask in the absence of his assistance who’s been on leave for a few days now.

“then..”

“actually,” he drawls, his voice dropping into a more casual, almost lazy tone, “ just wanted to say you look good today.”

the words throw you off balance, and you blink, believing you misheard him. “what?”

“you heard me,” he answers, sounding almost smug. “that color suits you.”

you glance down at your outfit, realizing you’re wearing the new top you’d bought—a burnt orange that reminded you too much of the color on his hero costume. it’s not even 8:00 and your cheeks warm at the prospect of being seen by the man on the other side that you’re yet to see yourself.

“katsuki,”

he notices how you’ve ditched the ‘sir’ and any attempts to remain professional as he adjusts his ear to the telephone.

“why don’t you come down here and tell me that straight up to me.”

katsuki bakugou knows a challenge when he hears one but more so knows a bait when he sees one, so he anchors himself to the seat below and faces towards the blinding sun that’s entering the windows of his office.

“can’t. m’ busy and also wouldn’t want to stroke your ego.”

it’s a lame excuse, he’s aware, but he thinks you seeing the current color of his face is even lamer.

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[potatoes-tomatoes]

I’ve had this exchange in my head far longer than I’d like to admit

[pixlokita]

Weretrap Oz becomes town’s local urban legend hanging out by the mill

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?