#when is it my turn sigh

[myuminji]

Doodles of loser behaviour (he gets kisses)

Another loser behaviour (he gets kisses, again)

they bring Roberto a headache on a daily basis

[doomsdaybby]

“You good down there, pretty girl?” Steve coos sweetly, a buttery candied tone that disputes the brutal snap of his hips, large hands enveloping your wrists crossed over your chest. His weight is heavy on your ribs, skin squeezing red raw and the threat of future bruising already blooming under his crushing fingers.

Your head is tipped back at the edge of his bed, and Steve’s throbbing cock is stuffed so far down your throat that any answer you could possibly give is just another pathetic wet whimper, spluttering around his length to choke out obscene reams of sticky saliva. He knows that, revels in the fact, threatening to burst his bottom lip that is latched between his top row of pearly whites.

“Fuucckk” he drawls crudely, a feral sort of sound that has your neglected clit throbbing in perfect torturous synchronism with his unforgiving thrusts.

“You love taking me like this, don’t you?” he laughs, one sinister and somewhat cruel, and you’re squeezing your thighs together and rutting where you need him the most against nothing. It’s almost too much to bear, glassy eyes rolling to the back of your head as your brain swims with that familiar staticky warmth.

“Look at that pretty little throat” Steve cups your wrists with one hand now, ensuring to keep you planted exactly where he needs you. The other encircles your spent neck, right over the lewd bulge that his girth stretches and stretches and stretches some more. You don’t get to breathe until his say so, not when he’s wallowing in such intoxicating euphoria.

“Stretched so fucking wide for me. So fucking good” you can hear the grit of his teeth, picturing the protruding veins in his neck throbbing with hot blood, and the blissful strain painting his beautiful features.

Poor Steve had been wound so tight these past couple days. Working overtime and double shifts, both passing ships in the night with barely any opportunity to give the other a kiss on the forehead, let alone be intimate.

“Missed you. Missed this” he groans with a ragged breath, a particular sharp roll of his hips has your stomach retracting in a dramatic gag. Hair stuck to the beads of sweat stippling his forehead, mouth taking form of a sweet little ‘o’ when you attempted to swallow around him, a completely involuntary action that has you thrashing your legs.

“Hang on, honey. I’m so fucking close, gonna cum. You ready? Take it all f’me, angel. Show me how good you are”.

You couldn’t even register the flood of Steve’s release, bleary eyes streaming white hot tears that coated Steve’s bedroom carpet beneath you. Your hair was mussed, the majority tangled in spit strings as if you had been caught in a thunderstorm.

“Atta girl, atta fucking. girl.” Another brutal slam of him hips, heavy balls cutting off any chance of air supply through your nose as Steve buries himself into you, vision sparkling with black spots and the blood rushing ruthlessly to your head.

Steve released your hands then and you had to push the man away from you by the thighs before you passed out, his cock still connected to your puffy lips with frothy buntings of drool.

Steve’s hand is pushing back your hair once you’re on all fours, coughing hoarsely and throat ripped to complete shreds. Though you lent into the touch, the gentle scrape of his nails at your scalp, down your reddened cheeks to cup your chin, titling your watery gaze up to his own.

“Such a good job, my angel. Now let me take care of you”.

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just a little something bc i’m feral feral feral for my steve rn 😩🤭

[hooned]

it's the sunoo effect 🥰

[mirnightghost]

Starfalls. Again-

This time the endgame version, which I was inspired by while reading the fanfic. I just started thinking about what Steve ended up going through during Infinity War. Lost Bucky again, unable to save him. Lost new friends. For five years. According to Steve's inner clock, he only loses Bucky for two years the first time. And here...five years? Oh-

Then he loses Natasha, his last close friend. Yes, after that everyone who was turned to dust returned, but in the end Tony died. Therefore, a picture where Steve can finally allow himself to collapse. Release the burden of emotions. Mourning and at the same time relief that his Bucky is alive.

There..there are a lot of emotions there, really...

Oh and I enjoyed drawing this-- although I've gotten really into rendering again, I...yeah, I'm starting to feel more confident in drawing people. :']

[applesartt]

Pretty flowers, pretty wife.

[42internetgirl]

i know drew starkey a fucking freak bc it’s always the lil sweet kind men that be willing to choke your ass out and have u seeing stars

[hood-ex]

Me when I start to write a negative post but then remember I'm supposed to be more conscious of my words, thoughts, and actions so that I can maintain a positive and loving disposition:

The New Teen Titans (Vol. 2) #32

[strigital]

just... him... 🥺

[sm0kingcrack]

turns your killing machine into a horse

[the-phantom-peach]

scribbled a Him™️ between classes

[fritzes]

jannik sinner after winning the third set of the 2024 australian open final

[chandralia]

the intimacy of Deku just sitting behind Bakugo in class…

[ex0rin]

It's not power. It's punishment. You don't deserve none of it.

Hughie begging Butcher | The Boys S03E04

[dykebeckett]

bitches love my radio collar. and the scientists have an affectionate nickname for me. and I am popular with park visitors

[popponn]

before isagi my taste was actually pretty much dominated by "insane redflags with ambition that could doom them as much as the narratives". though i will say i just like people "who knows what they want" & "work for it" the redflag & tragic backstory are very welcome add-ons tho ♡ but so, when i suddenly go this insane over a soccer nerd (after yuuji the greenflag too) my friends goes??? and here i just want to say that maybe my taste probably doesn't change much...

ISAGI IS GREEN ISAGI IS RED ISAGI IS A WHOLE PACKAGE

[applesartt]

they are relaxing