#theninetyniner

[deforrestkelley]

okay my number one star trek headcanon is that chekov didn't quite finish puberty yet so he's still tiny when he first joins the enterprise and he stays like that until he has the most random growth spurt and he shoots from like 5"6 to 6"1 and he keeps having to borrow shirts from kirk. everyone is still used to chekov being smol and forget that their now eye height or have to look up to him.

damn daddy chekov

[afro-elf]

wondering if you had any t'challa x sam x rhodey brotp headcanons?

two words: boy’s night. they meet up the third week of every month and go to black-owned bar and just chill and vent over drinks. they always coordinate outfits and they tell everyone they know “don’t call unless it’s an emergency”. “what if i’m bored?” bucky asks sam. “that’s not an emergency” sam replies.

things are different between sam and rhodey after the events of civil war but they’re actively trying to heal and rebuild, and the new friendship that’s forming is even stronger than the one that was there before

sam and rhodey don’t bet against t’challa because t’challa keeps forgetting they aren’t rich

t’challa will casually invite them to wakanda for relaxing weekends but he and rhodey hate sam’s vacation outfits and thinks he dresses like an uncle

rhodey has passed “tony stank” along to t’challa and sam who now refuse to address tony by his actual name. sam will greet him with “sup, timmy stamp?” and tony will sigh and say “hi, sam.” then t’challa will walk in and say “oh, tori stink is here.” tony suffers

[springhole]

Ida! :D

shes the least developed one on the list lol

Full Name: ida. (I NEVER GIVE MY OCS LAST NAMES IM TOO UNCREATIVE)Gender and Sexuality: nb girl, gayPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: human, half white and half koreanBirthplace and Birthdate: 4/12/92, maineGuilty Pleasures: oreosPhobias: toasters. why are they so hotWhat They Would Be Famous For: making some shitty viral videoWhat They Would Get Arrested For: reckless drivingOC You Ship Them With: lacyyyyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: charmeineFavorite Movie/Book Genre: dunno lolLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: damn i dunno ManTalents and/or Powers: .....she can read really fastWhy Someone Might Love Them: good hair Why Someone Might Hate Them: shes kinda How They Change: she takes everything more seriouslyWhy You Love Them:i loev her personality and shes so fun to draw

[subtchalla-blog]

for the sub!t'challa prompt: like, imagine bucky teasing t'challa while t'challa is blindfolded. bucky asking t'challa who's a good kitten and t'challa calling bucky daddy THAT IS ALL I'M GOING TO HELL

listen, if you’re going to hell i’m going too because this is everything i’m about okay

“Breathe, baby.“

T’Challa takes a shaky breath, trembling slightly.

Bucky has him sitting on his cock, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind his back, and it’s pretty much the most beautiful thing Bucky’s ever seen, T’Challa sitting on his length, speared on it, stretched wide and shivering, so close to begging Bucky to just fuck him already–

But T’Challa isn’t in charge here. Bucky is. Always.

He has still-wet come slicking his thighs and his puffy, abused hole from Bucky’s first three rounds with him, and without the use of his arms T’Challa can’t use his hands to touch himself or even steady himself enough to move on Bucky’s cock. And as much as Bucky loves the sight of T’Challa working to bounce on his dick he likes this just as much.

“Who’s a good kitten?“ Bucky grins, grinding up into that heat, nudging T’Challa’s sweet spot.

“I-I am.“ T’Challa moans, voice cracking and chest littered with Bucky’s love bites and bruises marring pretty dark skin, “Please.“

God, he’s beautiful.

“What do you want, kitten?“

“I want–ah!“ T’Challa gasps as Bucky shifts again, making him see stars.

“…What was that, kitten?“

“Fuck me.“ he mewls, small and shaky.

“And what do we say?“ Bucky asks, eyes growing dark with arousal as T’Challa grows more desperate.

“P-please.“

“Please, who?“ Bucky growls, bucking his hips into T’Challa’s tightness.

“Please,“ T’Challa’s whimpers, voice small, “Daddy.“

“There’s my good kitten.“ Bucky praises, running fingers across T’Challa’s hips one more time before he holds him and finally moves, hips and hands working together to slam T’Challa on his cock over and over again as he cries out, sobbing, begging for more.

“’Please more’ who?“

“Daddy.“ T’Challa cries, “Please, daddy.“

[forcenses]

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[spector]

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[leighade]

happy birthday, skyler!!! have a good one :) xx

thank you so much!! :)