#old old old

[honehonn3honey]

[unnsinn]

tranquillity base

[ricexmilk]

[picatea]

No context Warhammer

[theblvcksupreme]

BEYONCÉ wearing a custom Christian Lacroix corset in Partition

[veevee-the-artist]

Oh of these days I am going to finish this...

[howdoyousleep3]

fluff prompt 25 for daddy steve and daddy james 😳

Steve has been sighing all night, but when he finds himself sighing at his desk as the clock nears midnight, this one is much shakier than all the ones that came before it.

He's on the brink of a breakdown and he's fully aware of it.

The pressure of finals is something he is still not used to. His third round of them, his second year, one would think he'd be better prepared. But he's regretful to admit that he isn't. His classes are increasingly difficult and demanding, the ever-present weight of knowing he needs to get good grades in order to get into law school is heavy in his mind.

Heavier in his mind is how he knows he isn't taking good care of himself. It will surely affect his performance on his finals yet he didn't make it to the dining hall and here he is, having not showered and in need of sleep.

He knows a shower would feel like heaven. He knows a warm meal would make him feel like a new person. Yet he's reached the point where he can't bring himself to do the most basic things to ensure he's at his best.

He wishes James were here.

When he finally lets himself admit he misses his roommate, his...whatever it is they are to each other, his breath hitches tight in his chest.

No.

He can't afford to breakdown, not now. He'll spiral, he knows it.

Steve stands up out of his desk chair so quickly, the whole thing tips back and hits the floor. He doesn't pick it up. He turns, maneuvers around it, makes a valiant attempt at steadying his breath. He needs to calm down. Calm down.

Where's James?

When he sees his roommate's sweatshirt resting on the back of his desk chair, Steve doesn't hesitate to reach for it. He brings it to his nose immediately, inhaling deeply, the spice and musk that is so uniquely James' enough to take the edge off of his anxiety almost immediately.

He doesn't hesitate to slip the maroon sweatshirt over his head.

The immense comfort it brings him warms him to the core, and he isn't surprised in the slightest that his next move is to crawl into James' pristinely made bed and bury himself under the covers.

He falls asleep within seconds.

When Steve rouses next, he's warmer than he's ever been in his life.

And he's so comfortable he moans.

The warmth against the line of his back, the curve he tucks his ass into, is soft and hard, all things strength and support. He recognizes it's James before he knows it for certain and he moans again.

"What're you doin' in my bed, Rogers?" his roommates whispers in his ear, lips brushing it intimately, thick arm snaking around his waist, hand slipping up and under his own sweatshirt. Steve doesn't open his eyes, but he wants to weep at the feeling this brings him, the warmth and reassurance.

Steve just grunts and reaches for James' hand to pull it up to rest between his pecs. James takes a moment to adjust his body, an arm curling under Steve's neck, a long sigh tickling his jawline. Somehow, it makes Steve even more comfortable.

"Where were you?" Steve asks, hating how much his voice resembles a pout.

"Where was I?"

"Where were you?"

James takes a few moments to respond, his steady breathing soothing as Steve finally opens his eyes to the darkened room. James' lips dip to his neck as he answers.

"I went to study at the library. And then I went to the gym. And then I grabbed dinner."

He purses his lips on top of Steve’s pulse point. When he doesn't respond James speaks up again.

"Where were you?"

"Here. Studying."

"How'd that go?" James asks gently, and when Steve doesn't respond, he repeats his question with an added edge of sternness.

"Fine," Steve lies and James immediately sees it for what it is.

“You lyin’ to me?”

“No, I’m….It was fine.”

“Sounds like a lie to me. When’s the last time you ate?”

Steve’s silence is damning. James sighs as he pulls Steve back against him firmly.

“Steven, baby,” he starts with a harsh whisper, and Steve would be lying again if he said his full name and the endearment being pressed into his jaw didn’t twist him all up inside. “We’ve talked about this. Why do ya do this to yourself?”

Steve sigh is wet and shaky, his emotions on high and his mind worn out. “I don’t do it on purpose. I…I just get overwhelmed during finals. You know this.”

It’s like he needs someone to take care him when he gets stressed like this, when there’s so much going on and he manages his time so poorly. He never takes time for himself, forgets how important it is when there’s so much to be done.

It’s like he needs someone to help prioritize himself or give him reminders of when to eat and when to stop and when to shower or go for a run.

James’ hand slides up to wrap around the front of his throat and Steve doesn’t think twice about moaning yet again, this one much more ragged than the first few. It sounds more like relief than pleasure. Or who knows, maybe it’s both.

"You're right, I do know this. I'm sorry I wasn't here. We can study together for the rest of the week."

Steve goes to object even though it's exactly what he wants to hear, but James won't have it. The hand on his neck slips further up to his mouth, covering it easily, and there's no point in lying to himself; Steve finds it very very hot.

He thinks it's really hot when James shushes him too.

He rarely gets to feel so small, physically and otherwise, and the relief that floods him is immense.

"Someone's gotta take care'a you, Rogers," James murmurs in his ear, pulling the lobe of it between his teeth. Steve's dick twitches in his shorts between his legs, thickens up as James' lips take their time pursing wherever they please.

It could be because sleep is still present and heavy in his mind and his limbs, it could be because they're hiding under the covers in the middle of the night in their dorm room. It could be because he feels taken care of. It could be because this is so new to the both of them yet so familiar, what they share undefined but right.

It could be a number of things, but Steve knows he's warm all over and now achy, and therefore he wants only one thing.

"James..."

His roommate hums in response, hand slipping down the front of his shorts, and Steve whimpers.

"Yeah, someone's gotta take care'a you..."

(this song came on when i was writing and it kinda felt right for this 🥺)

[jellogram]

Guys the worst thing ever just happened to me

I got carded

and I was flattered

[playitagainmyjohnny]

[zaicat]

HIIIIIIII HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY how does it feel to be old now

idk look in a mirror . senior citizen

[tendertooth]

RUNNING & RUNNING & RUNNING

[honehonn3honey]

A drawing of Kirishima 2021

[starsmattersinpoetry]

you said loving her came easy while loving me came like a firing squad but today she flinched when the door slammed

now it’s my turn to speak. i’m not the soft place to lay your head you wanted me to be but i’m also not the girl who towered over you either..

i’m not any version of me that lives in you, but you are the beast that hunts her moments of peace

-you never knew how to let a good thing rest

[grungyhimonoonna]

[picatea]

🩸 The Red Thirst 🩸

✨️ Do the Dante ✨️

[chilewithcarnage]

'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me