#REQUEST a table ...

[theacecouple]

For the first time in history, we are pleased to announce that the state of Kansas is formally recognizing Ace Week!!!

[jadecantcreate]

theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)

hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)

both requested by @nicohasperished !

[wtfforged]

tossing these separate op doodles from the same drawpile as far as i can . Go fetch

[nobleriver]

TWD: The Ones Who Live - Finale Opening Scene + Blurred/Faraway

Requested by Anonymous

[iceman-soup]

ghost x soap

Of course it's fucking raining now that Soap and Ghost finally on leave. Sure, it's not unusual Scottish weather (they're staying in Johnny's small flat in Glasgow), and it's not like they were gonna do much today anyway, but still. It has them waking up in an already lazy mood, Simon shuffling to cuddle into his boyfriend closer and groaning.

The bed is too comfy and warm to get up, and Si doesn't want to move away from Soap's sleepy embrace. They're both conscious, quietly making incoherent noises of complaint at that fact back and forth at each other. Eventually, Johnny presses his lips to Ghost's forehead and rolls them over, sitting up on Simon's stomach to look out the window like a curious rabbit, then leaning down and littering his unmasked face with pecked kisses.

Simon laughs, running his hands through Soap's mohawk. Raindrops patter against the window as he flips them over again, hugging Soap tight then sitting up opposite him, pulling on a pair of comfy military-issued socks and one of his hoodies. The Sergeant sits up too, also pulling on one of Si's hoodies, and much fluffier socks with little skull prints all over them that Gaz had bought him as a gag gift which he ended up adoring.

"Mornin', love," Soap smiles, voice deep and groggy as he leans forward to rest his head on Ghost's chest, who hums in response and nuzzles his cheek against his hair. After a couple moments just sitting like that, the two reluctantly flop out of bed, padding their way over to the tiny kitchen before realising they barely have a scrap of food in the flat, only just having a few general ingredients and a small selection of tea and coffee.

Simon groans again, scanning the fridge as if something new is about to spawn in, before turning around, picking his boyfriend up and setting him on a counter, then passing him flour, eggs, milk and some oil, and getting out a frying pan for the stove.

"What're we making?" the shorter man asks, swinging his legs and playfully kicking Ghost whenever he gets in range.

"Secret," is the only reply he gets, but it's quickly obvious by the way Si mixes some flour, milk and two eggs together, creating a thin batter which he splashes into the pan, just about remembering to put oil in first so as to not completely fuck it all up. Then Chef Riley takes charge, and suddenly Johnny is being bossed around, ordered to get plates and get cutlery and cut up a lemon and put some caster sugar in a small bowl and set it out all pretty on the tiny dining table. In his own home, he complains lightheartedly.

The first pancake served is happily accepted by the Scot along with a quick kiss. The shit weather had only gotten worse, but that meant a perfect background noise for them to eat (although it did make conversation a little difficult). Once the batter is all used up, Ghost puts Soap on washing up duty, whilst he dries and puts everything away. And then it's essential to curl up on the sofa together, wrapped in one of Johnny's blankets, watching a randomly-selected war film and criticising even the slightest inaccuracies to make each other laugh.

[vaggieslefteye]

VOX, Media Overlord | 1x02 - Radio Killed The Video Star

"[He's] up in his tower waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down."

[your-fave-is-being-blended]

can you blend 3 wooden planks and 2 sticks together?

3 Wooden Planks and 2 Sticks from Minecraft are being-

Oh shit um.. That wasn't meant to happen..

Change of Plans!

A Wooden Pickaxe from Minecraft is being blended!!

You cannot save it.

[romanreignsbae]

I hate you…not. - R.R

thanks for the request bae! 💗

SMUT❗️

disclaimers: unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise kink, morning sex, overstim, rough sex…18+

A/N: Loved this request and idk why but this took me 2 days to write, let me know if you guys want some fluff too! I feel like so far all i’ve written in smut. and i acc used Roman as a name this time, in all my other fics i used Joe. let me know what you guys prefer, i want some insight on what other people see/want when it comes to my writing! 💗

The air was thick with anticipation as Y/n and Roman, two rivals in the WWE world and people who couldn’t stand each other even away from the ring, found themselves in an unexpected situation . It was a Sunday in May, and the night before, a night of drink after drink, had led them to this moment.

They had always kept their distance, their mutual hatred simmering just below the surface. But now, in the cold light of day, a new understanding would dawn as they uncovered their true feelings.

As Y/n stirred in bed, the events of the previous night came flooding back. The club, the drinks, and the heated argument that had sparked something unexpected. She had woken up in a tangle of sheets, her body sore and sensitive. Her eyes flickered open, and she found herself face-to-face with Roman, his dark hair falling across his forehead, those deep brown eyes staring back at her.

The realization of where she was and who she was with sent a shock through her system. She started to pull away, but Roman's strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"What... what happened last night?" Y/n asked, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew they had shared an intense moment on the dance floor, their eyes locked in a challenge that had sent sparks flying between them. But the rest was a blur.

"We happened," Roman replied, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "And it was fucking incredible."

Y/n felt her breath catch as she remembered snippets of their passion. Roman's hands on her body, his lips crushing hers, and the feel of him inside her. It had been unlike anything she had ever experienced. Their supposed hatred had morphed into something else entirely.

She traced her fingers along his muscular arm, feeling the strength that lay beneath. "I think I hate this," she whispered, her voice filled with conflicting emotions. "I think I hate that I want you."

Roman's eyes darkened, and he pulled her closer, his hand tangling in her hair. "You don't hate it," he growled. "You love it. You love the way I make you feel, the way I take control and make you mine."

She couldn't deny the truth in his words. The roughness of their encounter had ignited a fire within her, and she had surrendered to it completely. "I should hate you," she said, her voice laced with confusion. "But I..."

"You what?" Roman asked, his eyes searching hers.

Y/n took a shaky breath. "I think I love you," she confessed, her heart laid bare. "I think I always have, and I just couldn't admit it to myself."

A raw emotion flashed across Roman's face, and he crushed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. It was fierce and demanding, a reflection of the turmoil they felt. Their tongues waged a passionate battle, tasting and claiming, as if trying to communicate what words could not.

As the kiss deepened, Roman's hand traveled down her body, cupping her breast and thumbing her sensitive nipple. Y/n arched into his touch, moaning into his mouth. Their passion was instantaneously rekindled, the intensity of their desire undeniable.

He pulled away slightly, his breath hot on her skin as he trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "Taste you, feel you, hear you screaming my name."

Y/n gasped as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her as his own. "Roman," she moaned, her hands clutching at his back. "I need you. Right now."

With a growl, he shifted his body, positioning himself between her thighs. Y/n felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her, and she opened herself to him willingly. In one swift thrust, he claimed her, filling her completely.

She cried out as he stretched her, her walls gripping him tightly. Roman stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being embedded deep within her. Then, with slow, deliberate strokes, he began to move, setting a relentless pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he withdrew and thrust into her again and again. "Always knew you'd be tight around me, baby."

Y/n's head fell back, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure washed over her. "Yes... oh yes, Roman," she panted. " Harder... please."

His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he grasped her hips, lifting her to meet his powerful thrusts. The bed groaned beneath them as their bodies slapped together, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room.

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his eyes hooded with desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock, Y/n."

His filthy words sent her spiraling closer to the edge, and she clawed at his back, urging him on. "Fuck me... harder, Roman," she begged. "Make me cum all over your big dick."

Grunting, he obliged, pounding into her with primal need. The head of his cock brushed her sweet spot with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Y/n's moans filled the room, her breathless cries spurring him on.

Their bodies glistened with sweat as their passion climbed higher. Roman reached between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in circles. "Cum for me, baby," he demanded. "Let me feel you tighten around me."

With a cry, Y/n tumbled over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Roman groaned, feeling her release, and thrust a few more times before he followed her over the brink, spilling himself deep inside her.

As their breathing slowed, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, still joined as one. Y/n felt Roman's heart pounding against her chest, his breath warm on her skin. She realized in that moment that their hatred had been a smokescreen, concealing a passion so intense it had scared them both. Now, in the aftermath of their confession, a new understanding would emerge.

Roman brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his expression soft. "I love you, Y/n," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I always have, even when I tried to deny it."

She smiled, her heart swelling. "I love you too, Roman," she replied, savoring the feeling of his weight on top of her. "I guess sometimes hate is just misunderstood love."

And in that moment, as they lay spent and satisfied, they knew that their WWE rivalry would never be the same again. Their hatred had transformed into a passion so intense it would fuel their every encounter, both in and out of the ring.

[pjs-everyday]

Not my favorite character but I loved Iwase from Class B! He'd look really cute as a wizard

hmmmm,, this wizard can't seem to get a certain knight out of his head

my hero halloween // mha requests open ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

[chunglesworth]

Nathan angrily waiting at the dinner table with a fork in one hand and a knife in the other

I know i said no more requests but this was funny so I did it at college 😋

[screwpinecaprice]

Friday: Game Night

Victory over an overconfident opponent!

Personal connverse week for an anonymous Ko-fi tipper! Prompts, details, and polaroid border effect also by anon.

[sewerdraws]

In case y'all wonder why i don't post a lot of finished work, this my stricly sfw wip file, not including au work, with all layers enabled for funsies

yeah theres more.

[daily-mc-block]

Enchanting Table

[pocketgalaxies]

That bundt is busted. It's undercooked. (requested by anonymous)

[violetmuses]

Roman Reigns + Female Reader 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

@episodes-ff @persethegawd @trippinsorrows @blackgurlnhermoods @expert-texpert 🏷

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2023

“Ooh, somebody's in trouble!” Jey laughed in the tunnel as Roman paced back and forth, outright screwed.

Flirty comments taking place during the broadcast noted your attention right away.

Standing across the hallway, you folded both arms, quietly pissed.

“I'm sorry, baby. Okay?” His strong voice nearly trembled upon sight. You looked so pretty desperate facing anger.

“See you later.” Your voice bid farewell, yet Roman trailed footsteps like a lost puppy regardless.

Before leaving this venue, his damp yet gentle lips meet your touch as you kiss in the parking lot, forgiving each other.

[papple]

cross deusscate by twinribbonz for le art requests perhaps

SO I TOOK SOME ARTISTIC LIBERTIES 🥺

Decussate by @twinribbonz