#asked and answered

[iwamimimimi]

hii what would sskk and skk get each other for their birthdays??

#asked and answered

[diazsdimples]

hi! if you're still doing them from the make 'em swoon prompts: pulling them on their lap + bucktommy pleasee <3

Hey! I sure am! Enjoy!

Tommy was early. Tommy was early for their date and Buck was stressing.

They'd organised for Tommy to come over at 6pm, and Buck was going to stun him with his culinary prowess and cook them dinner, after they'd snacked on some of the chips and beer Buck had fished out of his pantry.

Buck had been prepping for dinner all afternoon, getting the chicken marinading nice and early and chopping the vegetables so all he'd have to do was throw them in the pan and sauté them while Tommy waited. He'd been so busy doing that that he'd completely lost track of time, and now it's 5:55pm, he's not put any of the snacks out and Tommy is fucking early.

"Hey," Buck greets Tommy as he pulls the door open, sounding extremely flustered.

"Hey yourself," Tommy says, slipping in through the door. He snakes an arm around Buck's waist and pulls him close, pressing a soft but sweet kiss to his lips. "How are you doing?"

"Better, now," Buck says, letting out a breathy sigh as he lets himself melt into Tommy's embrace. "You're early."

"Yeah," Tommy shrugs, a small, almost apologetic smile on his lips. "I got excited. Can I help with anything?"

"No, no, I got it. Go sit down," Buck says with a wave of his hand, directing Tommy to the couch he'd finally picked out a few weeks back. "Make yourself at home."

Tommy gives him a little salute before turning and walking off, and Buck lets himself admire his ass for a moment, biting his lip before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the kitchen.

Buck flies around like a man on fire as he rushes to get the chips, dip, and beer onto the coffee table. Tommy watches him with a half amused smile playing across his lips as Buck trips over his feet and knocks over a cup. He's dimly aware of Tommy asking questions or making conversation as he hurries around, but he doesn't really reply, too focused on getting everything perfect and the way it should have been before Tommy arrived.

Buck has just placed down two bottles of beer on the coffee table and is about to rush off to grab napkins when Tommy stops him with an arm around his waist, and pulls Buck into his lap.

Buck sits down heavily, letting out a small squeak of surprise, and squirms to get out of Tommy's grasp.

"Hey, Evan, slow down a second," Tommy laughs good-naturedly as he rubs soothing circles into Buck's arm.

"But I-" Buck begins, gesturing helplessly towards the kitchen, where their dinner lays, waiting to be cooked. "I've gotta make dinner!"

"Dinner can wait," Tommy replies, tightening his grip around Buck's waist. He nuzzles at Buck's jaw, pressing a light kiss right the hinge. "Been wanting to hold you all day."

Buck lets out a breathy sigh, tilting his head slightly, and his eyes flutter closed.

"Really?" He murmurs, allowing himself to relax and cuddle further into Tommy's arms.

"Yeah," Tommy smiles, placing another kiss to the underside of Buck's jaw. He slides a hand up Buck's chest, cupping his cheek and pulling him closer until their lips are barely brushing. "Missed you, baby."

Buck's lips twitch up into a smile as his eyes slowly flicker open. He reaches a hand up to tangle in the hair at the nape of Tommy's neck, and pulls him in for a searing kiss.

The angle is a little awkward, with Buck having to lean down and twist his torso, but neither of them seem to care, both content to let themselves melt into the kiss. Tommy's hands roam along the planes of Buck's back, scratching with his blunt nails, and Buck's fingers shivers as the sensation sends zings of electricity down his spine and straight to his slowly-hardening cock.

When they pull away, they're both breathless, panting lightly into each other's mouths. Buck leans his forehead against Tommy's, letting his eyes drift shut and his breathing even out.

"I missed you, too," He murmurs, running his hand through the hairs at the back of Tommy's neck. "You sure you're not hungry right now?"

"Oh I'm hungry alright," Tommy replies, his voice deep and husky, and he reels Buck back in for another bruising kiss, their teeth clicking and lips moving in tandem as they each fight for dominance.

Yeah, Buck thinks they probably won't be eating for a while.

Make 'em swoon prompts!!

Tagging some Bucktommy friends (I think?)

@theotherbuckley @bidisasterevankinard @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @loveyouanyway

@wikiangela @jesuisici33 @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @neverevan (lmk if Bucktommy isn't actually something you vibe with and I shall not tag)

#james answers things #james writes #make 'em swoon #anon #asks #asked and answered #bucktommy #bucktommy ficlet #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911 abc #911 #911verse #911 fanfic #buck x tommy #tevan #tevan fic #kinkley

[clitorises]

flirty butch sucking on a dominant femme’s fingers mayhaps?

Genuinely this is oral sex to me. I love playing with a butch’s tongue, pinching it and pulling it out of her mouth, teasing her about how much she’s drooling for me… it’s so satisfying watching her struggle to please me, to take my long fingers with their sharp nails all the way to the hilt. Watching her gaze up at me adoringly through her eyelashes while her spit drips down my wrist, hearing her whine against my hand when I tell her what a good boy she’s being… ridiculously sexy.

#asked and answered

[mercurygray]

#47 “break” for Egan and Cord?

I know we talked the other day about Harding getting shot down - In one version of the universe, it's Cord who bullies her way onto a plane after John gets shot down - and that's the version of the universe where she gets shot down, too, her first full day of the war.

It was funny, how quickly the word home could change.

For the last six months home had meant a Nissen hut shared with six other girls, an airbase in Norfolk, and a small house in Ohio. "Are you heading home?" someone would ask, and it'd be one of those places, the word stretching to fill the space it was given. And now home was a bare-walled room scarcely thirty foot square, lined with bunks stacked three high and holding a small stove, a table, and an odd collection of stools and benches and chairs. But home was more than that - it was the men in it, too. Home was where the people that knew you were - and for good or ill, they all knew her here.

"You fellas off to band practice?" Crank asked, clearing away the lunch dishes and starting to roll up his sleeves to give them a wash.

Frank nodded, standing the collar of his coat up while Brady wrapped his scarf a little tighter. "We're hoping to be ready for a concert at the end of the month. It's really starting to come together."

"Looking forward to hearing it," Bucky replied, his arm heavy and loose around Cord's shoulders.

"Maybe by the time we get there we'll broadcast," Brady said with half a smile, fishing his gloves out of his pocket and glancing down at the oddments on the table that Buck was attempting to turn into a radio.

"If we're lucky," Buck replied, his eyes never leaving the headset he was intent on wiring.

"You coming with, Bucky?" Frank asked. "Davis over in block five had a letter yesterday - might be the sports scores from his brother again."

"No, you go," Bucky said, his voice light. "I'll catch 'em from you later."

The door opened and shut, a gasp of cold air escaping in from the hallway. At the stove, Crank was rattling the lunch dishes around the wash pan and humming something under his breath.

Cord took a breath and felt a cough rattling up out of her chest, her body shaking against Bucky's. He sat up a little straighter, his arm squeezing her closer to him. "Hey there."

"You want some water, Callaway?" Crank asked, his back to the room. "Got a hot cup here with your name on it."

"Do the dishes first," she said, like she had any business ordering Crank to do anything, the cough still lingering in her voice. "I'll have some that's cold."

"Gotta find you another sweater," Bucky said quietly, rubbing his hand over her back to try and warm her up. "Not gonna get any better if you keep this up."

His arm around her shoulders seemed as natural as breathing now, an infinitely casual gesture that she knew he did partially out of habit and partially out of possessiveness and partially to pull her into the small warmth of his own body. She loved the solidness of him, the way he planted himself on the bench and wouldn't be moved. (Wasn't that why she'd hung his jacket up on the post of her bed at home - so it would be near her?) And there under his wing she was his, unquestionably, something that wouldn't be given up on or cheaply left.

She liked that feeling. She liked the smallness that came alongside it less.

Everyone else had places to be and things to do - off to the commissary to pick up the mail, or out to band practice, or over to Clark's quarters to discuss the latest whip-round of news from home. And the only thing Cord had was a lingering cough.

In another time and another version of home John would be angling to get his fingers under her brassiere with his hand like that - but they weren't in that home now, and a fellow didn't like to flaunt it. There was a break now, between that world and this, a jagged edge that would cut them, if they let it. She could feel his fingers pause like they were thinking about it, and then withdraw. "Gonna see what I can find for that cough," he promised, rising from the table and tucking his hands into his pockets like he was going out for the morning paper. His hand brushed her shoulder and squeezed gently, a kiss that was not really a kiss. "Need anything while I'm out, Buck?"

"Ice cold Coke would be nice," Gale said without looking up from his project, and in the doorway, Bucky laughed and nodded and tapped his cap in mock salute.

"Ice cold Cokes it is."

Cord looked down at the collection on the table between her and Gale and sighed, the cough coming up again and lingering deep in her chest.

"Let him fuss, Cord."

They'd all but dispensed with rank and moved on to mostly last names. She'd always been Lieutenant at home - a way to keep everyone on the same level - but nearly everyone just called her Callaway now. (If Benny was feeling really fractious he might stoop to Cordelia, but so far that had only been for comic effect.) She wasn't sure when Buck had moved from Callaway to Cord, but she didn't mind it, coming from him.

"What?"

"When have you ever known John to like sittin' still?" Buck said, as clearly as he could, fiddling with the jumble of parts on the table between them. "He needs something to do, and if he's …mother-henning, it means his mind's got less time to think about...everything else." He held the wire he was shaping up to the light, inspecting his progress. "So let him fuss. You're doing plenty. Now pass me that screw, you're going to need to hold this for me in a minute."

"And she will - in a minute." A shadow fell across the table and a steaming cup appeared in her periphery. "Drink that," Crank said, looming a little, his hair like a halo. "Or my ma will come murder me."

Arguing seemed futile. "You're gonna make someone a very nice husband someday, Crank," Cord said, looking up at him over the steam of the cup and taking in the grubby apron, the mismatched scarf.

"You're damn right I am," Crank replied loftily. "Getting all house-trained right here."

#asked and answered #antinousw1ld #i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #tds cinematic universe #masters of the air OC #masters of the air x oc #cordelia callaway #all the alternate universes

[bronx-bomber87]

FUN FACT FRIDAY!!! What’s one fun fact about you that you haven’t shared with us yet?

Let’s see about 15 months ago I messaged @makeitastrength at random. I was annoyed with someone in the fandom being extra negative in S5. When there was nothing to be negative about. It rubbed me the wrong way and I wanted someone to vent with. So I messaged her. D was lovely and messaged me back. Sharing my annoyance about it. Ever since that first message we haven’t gone a single day without talking to each other.

Truly become one of my best friends. So this is where the fun fact kicks in. As we branched out into non fandom convos. We realized how much we had in common, we like to joke we were separated at birth, share a Chenford Brain. One day she sent me this Chenford map link. Which was really cool. Had a pin with where all the fans who participated lived. I clicked on Colorado and saw one other person lived there that was a shipper.

Made a comment to her about it wondering who that person was. It was D. Not only do we live in the same state. We live in the same city and are only 5 minutes away from each other. We sent each other our views from our places. We both recognized scenery and landmarks and couldn’t believe how close we are to each other. Which with everything else we had in common honestly made sense we would have this too. LOL So I hope this fits the fun fact you were looking for haha

We wanted to coordinate answers on this since we both got the ask. So This is D’s reply here :)

#asked and answered #arch78 #tumblr bestie #chenford #Love you D 😘 #fun fact Friday

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Angeee!

Match Ewanverse characters to Greek and or Norse Gods. Like what Gods would they be?

Gonna go with Norse gods for this, as this is where my expertise lies!

Abraham - Freyr - god of rain and sun. Worshipped by farming communities, as it was believed his blessings would bring a bountiful harvest.

Aemond - Odin - traded his eye for wisdom, much like Aemond traded his for a dragon. Considered the "Allfather" of the gods, much as Aemond is for the Ewanverse.

Billy Taylor - Baldur - considered to be the most pure of all the Norse gods, much like Billy is the most pure of all of Ewan's characters.

Billy Washington - Hel - technically a goddess, but the attributes fit - daughter of Loki, she was cursed with a face that half beautiful, half ruined and as a result presided over the Underworld. Her resentment over her deformity made her cruel, much like Billy's resentment over his circumstances makes him bitter and angry.

Ettore - Týr - the Norse god of War. Justice in the age when the Norse gods were more widely worshipped in Scandinavia was often served via battle/violence, with an offering made to Týr beforehand.

Genyen - Loki - God of Chaos. Not much more needs to be said than that.

Michael - Frigg - also a goddess, but again, the attributes fit. Her penchant for foresight and knowledge meant that most of the other Æsir were her descendants. I've assigned Michael to her because of shared intelligence.

Osferth - Heimdall - a bright, white, glittering god, famed for his brilliant senses and watchman for the rest of the gods, much like Osferth is an uplifting presence and looks out for his travelling companions.

Tom - Thor - Brave and strong, but also loud, rowdy and with a penchant for excessive drinking and violence. This is Tom to a tee.

#asked and answered #ewan mitchell #ewanverse headcanons #my headcanons

[haveyoubeentothiscity]

hallo :) ich finde es total toll und süß und alles andere, dass du dir so viel mühe gibst, verschiedene Sprachen und Kulturen zu integrieren und nicht nur stupide die gleichen Abstimmungen machst... da fühlt man sich auf deinem blog direkt sehr wohl und zuhause :D

(ich hoffe dass die Übersetzung nicht den kompletten Sinn von der Nachricht zerstört)

Küsschen aufs Nüsschen (das wird definitiv falsch übersetzt werden... mit "Nüsschen" meine ich deinen Kopf, nicht das andere Körperteil)

Thank you for the kind words! Putting this one together was way more time and effort than typical posts, but hopefully people enjoyed it, and I found it really interesting to interact with so many different languages and seeing all the tags and comments.

I have some German reading ability so I had fun putting those skills to the test with this message—but I appreciate the explanation on the last part because both Google translate and I would have been baffled!

#not a poll #asked and answered #chatty

[heretherebedork]

Top 5 non BL shows? Doesn’t need to be a het drama. Just any show that is not BL

Hard choices considering how far I watch.

Or I can just go ~back in time~.

So like... all the Star Treks? Well, not all, Original Series, Next Generation, parts of DS9.. all non BL, all fantastic.

I do have a very old and very deep soft spot for a lot of older shows like Man From U.N.C.L.E which I watched a lot as a baby slash fan and loved and adored.

OH, The Sentinel? Everyone should watch The Sentinel for the sake of getting a bunch of fanfic based on the idea of guides and sentinels. Y'all, we have lost so much fandom legacy in losing that. A character overwhelmed by his overpowered senses and the singular person who can save him from his own attention to detail!? Y'all, come on.

Uh. Should I be focusing on more modern stuff, lol?

Midnight Museum: It's not technically a BL. It might as well be one but it's not. Love this show, love these boys, want more of it and want it to be a BL.

The Devil Judge: Not technically a BL. Gayer than most BLs but not actually a BL.

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: I mean, again, not technically a BL. Do still want a second season just for hugs.

Warp Effect: ... It's not BL. It's just queer.

Hazbin Hotel: You know what? Screw it. I like this show.

#asked and answered #non bl media #i consume very little #but occasionally do

[ex0rin]

seen u been getting asks, so thought id ask something cegan specific

thoughts on Negan wifing Carl up?

i personally like it depending on the scenario, the more toxic the better.

BIG THOUGHTS on it honestly... big... BIG thoughts. too many thoughts actually, like it's been keeping me up at night for approximately two weeks now

most of my thoughts are like, Negan teasing Carl with it as an idea and then properly negging him about it and then getting 👏 that 👏 kid 👏 into 👏 a 👏 dress (this is the thing that like a while ago i was like: I MUST LEARN TO MAKE ART!!! because it was so clear in my brainspace that i had to learn how to draw again)

i have an idea that circles around in my head about Negan threatening RICK with it? like, better watch your kid or i'll make a wife outta him, and what not

i think Carl would put up one hell of a fight and fucking HATE it (run away, etc) but always get dragged back to right where Negan wants him - OR, alternatively that Carl would wind up with Negan wrapped up around his little finger a la @duchessonfire savior!Carl universe

hold on, i think i have dialogue kicking around somewhere about this...

"you know what kid, I got the perfect punishment for you, and! added bonus! it'll keep your daddy in line too "you're gonna stay right here with me at Sanctuary 'til i know Rick's not gonna risk it. and, kid? we're gonna see just how pretty all that pale skin looks in white. something low cut and flow-y, maybe a little see through, huh? "don't answer now. you think on it. think about how much better you'd have it here, hell, how much better Alexandria would have it. less shipments, maybe we'd scale back to 30% of what they've got there. an' all you gotta do is say a little three letter word" "fifteen"  "percent?"  "yeah, you take fifteen"  "oh killer, look at you already trying to call the shots. eighteen and you're definitely wearing that little low cut, see-through number"

so anyway i think about it a lot, thank you for making me think about it TONIGHT also 😘

#anon asks #asked and answered #cegan #cara writes

[deep-space-netwerk]

What do you mean by Venus floating cities?

I'm hoping to write a science fiction story about visiting Venus as part of the space race and I would love your input

Alright so the thing with Venus is that we're all very familiar with her horrible hell-death clouds and 900°F surface temperatures. We all understand the surface of Venus is not a fun place for humans to be.

But, nobody ever talks about the fact that ABOVE the hell-death clouds, Venus is a paradise. The most Earth-like environment we know of in the solar system, beyond Earth itself, is actually in the skies of Venus.

About 30 miles above the surface, the pressure is ~1 atmosphere, and the temperature ranges from 30 - 100°F, which is Happy Human™ standard pressure and temperature.

What's more, a breathable mix of oxygen and nitrogen provides over 60% the lifting power on Venus that helium does on Earth. In other words, a balloon full of human-breathable air would float to the habitable range of Venus's atmosphere. We could float a ship with the very air we breathe.

The other great thing about this is that it avoids one of the big problems with Mars colonization. On Mars, any habitat on the surface full of breathable air is vulnerable to leaks and explosive decompression, a la the Martian.

Floating on Venus, a balloon full of breathable air doesn't have a significant pressure difference between the inside and the outside. Which means, any leaks or tears would be very slow and manageable. You could fix that shit with duct tape!

Similarly, because the environment outside the balloon is so Earth-like, humans living there wouldn't need any big fancy pressurized suits for extravehicular work. We'd need air to breathe, maybe some heat protection, and protection against the acid rain. That's it. 

Venus also provides the tools to keep us fed! It's atmosphere is made primarily of carbon dioxide, even above the dense horrible clouds. What likes carbon dioxide? Plants from Earth!! Lets grow FOOD on FLOATING PLATFORMS in the SKIES of VENUS.

This whole idea actually came out of a NASA effort exploring potential Venus colonization. The program was called HAVOC - the High Altitude Venus Operational Concept.

It hasn't really gone anywhere, and as far as I know there are no real plans to revisit it. Unfortunately, from a practicality standpoint, Mars is a much more viable target for human colonization. Not only is it better poised for outer solar system exploration, being farther away from the sun, but living on Venus would come with too many complicated contingencies. In the event of a major failure on Venus, you'd need to fly to another base, or fuck off all the way to orbit. I understand why people aren't really in a hurry to live somewhere where landing on the surface means certain death.

But that doesn't mean I won't be forever and always enamored by the skies of Venus. Here's one of the artist concepts to come out of HAVOC.

I want to be there.

#venus #nasa #space #space exploration #HAVOC #blimp #spost #venus my beloved #single most underrated planet #asked and answered

[utopians]

you really should just buy the water bottle… support your favorite hellsite!

I straight up feel like an ant talking to another ant who has cordyceps

#asked and answered

[iwamimimimi]

How has SSKK’s bickering changed through their shift from rivals to lovers? I can’t imagine it really going away.

#asked and answered

[theartingace]

Do you have any references for centaur foals? It's really hard to find any references that's not adults

Yea! Enjoy a dump of all my centaur babies! They're mostly a bit older drawings but I think they still hold up haha and I don't think many people draw them cause they can be a little funky- what with the chunky little bodies on big ol spidery legs 😅 But I still think they're cute 💜

And a lot of my drawings of the bitties are in slings, as that's how I built in infant care with an L-shaped infant 😂

and of course, some goofy little baby Sunny doodles <3

#asked and answered #centaurs #baby centaurs #foalbies #just a big ol dump of all my littles #like a proud auntie with the rollout wallet

[chiscribbs]

I come bearing amenities for our little AU competition. Good luck in the preliminaries ;)

- REBOOT: Second Chance AU Donnie

He came this close... 🤏 (Thank you! Congrats on making it into the main bracket! Good luck in the competition! :D)

More @tmntaucompetition shenanigans!!

[Grown Apart AU]

#grown apart au (rottmnt) #tmnt au competition #rottmnt au #rottmnt #au comp interactions #asked and answered #donniesbrows #reboot second chance au #GA donnie #GA april #chiscribbs #comic

[doumadono]

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #smutty smut smut #smutty blurb #asked and answered #sinful sunday anon #anonymous #divider by cafekitsune #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Oh I feel stupid I just learned it’s Olivia Cooke like cook not cookie 😭

Be honest with me, anon, have you been calling her Olivia Cookie all this time?

#asked and answered