#Bud LaRosa

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Daredevil, Vol. 1 # 306 Page 17 by Scott McDaniel, with Inks by Bud LaRosa, Letters by Bill Oakley, Colors by Nel Yomtov, and a Script by DG Chichester.

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I really wanted to post this for the fans of both Marvel and Capcom. Artwork of most of the characters used for the intro of Marvel Super Heroes from Capcom. Enjoy this post right here. Credit to Marvel, the artists and Capcom.

Note: Sorry I don't know the artwork of Shuma-Gorath in the intro. I know he's from Marvel Comics but maybe someone from Capcom did the artwork, maybe not from a comic.

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Spider-Man VS. Doctor Octopus by artist Steve Skroce and Bud LaRosa. From the cover of 1997's Amazing Spider-Man Vol.#1 #428.

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Então não há tempo a perder!

Uma página de "Superaventuras Marvel #154" (Abril, 1995), incluindo uma história originalmente publicada em "Daredevil #304" (Marvel, 1992). Arte por Ron Garney e Bud LaRosa.

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Then there's no time to waste!

A page from "Superaventuras Marvel #154" (Abril, 1995), featuring a storyline originally published in "Daredevil #304" (Marvel, 1992). Art by Ron Garney and Bud LaRosa.

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Heroes Reborn: The Return 4 Issue Complete Set (1997) by Marvel Comics

Written by Peter David. drawn by Salvador Larroca and various.

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Ron Lim and Bud LaRosa “Spider-Man Vs. the Fury of Firelord!” Marvel Tales #279 (1993) Source

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eyes don't lie — isabel larosa

' i swear friends don't get this close pull you in, exchanging souls trace my skin, losing control eyes don't lie '

sunday x fem! reader

sunday knew what you were. eternal, graceful. divine. divinity in its purest form, a gift directly from the harmony for him to ravish. he, too, once had his wings clipped, it was the natural progression of life. and for you, there would be no higher honor than sunday himself holding the scissors. of course, he would make the experience as painless as he could.

by the time you were sat in his cage, perched and pretty and in his possession, you wouldn't even realize he had clipped your wing.

he was in between your legs, his tongue working around your clit, each hand holding your thighs apart, giving him a perfect view of just how needy for him you were. your slick was soaking the bedding underneath you, but he was all too eager to lick it up before it could drip down without a second thought, your essence coating his tongue.

you were like the sweetest of honey to him, the slight acidity reminding him exactly what he was doing if he forgot or lost himself until he was too far gone. he hated to admit it, being being in between your thighs, sucking and licking at your pretty little cunt, was addicting to him. he could spend hours listening to your heavenly whimpers as he rolled his tongue over the swollen bud.

this was the most disheveled you had ever seen him. he had taken off his white coat and his gloves, and his hair was tousled and tangled, the silk strands falling every which way. sunday knew that this was unbecoming of him, that he had a duty to uphold a certain standard, but he couldn't stop himself, especially when he looked up at you and saw your eyes half closed, your moans falling from your pretty lips as your chest heaved up and down.

you looked godly like this, and he wanted to hold onto this vision of you.

" s-sunday- " you whimpered his name, catching your bottom lip in between your teeth as your hand found purchase in his hair, your legs quivering underneath his hands. " i- i'm gonna- fuck, please- " you begged, the word falling from your lips so prettily. he couldn't help but want to ruin you for any other men. you'd be his, and only his. your hips bucked up into his mouth, begging for more with your body, too. something he was definitely going to punish you for later, for being so fucking greedy.

but right now he couldn't find it in himself to deny you, one of his lips pursed around your clit, sucking at it harshly. your body tightened around his head, your hole helplessly clenching around nothing as you threw your head back, pulling on his hair, crying out his name as you came on his tongue. he continued to coax you through your orgasm, not done just yet, not until he said so, causing you to whimper out from overstimulation.

a few feathers fell onto the bed as sunday clipped your wings without you ever being aware. his dove. his forever.

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hey can i have smut with old chris he's so hot I can't😭😭😭I luv ur acc

neighbours with benefits. — CHRIS REDFIELD x YOU! — SMUT!

divider gif belongs to kdanie.

SUMMARY: chris has a crush on his new neighbour.

TAGS: fem bodied reader, older man/younger woman, ( chris is in his 40's, y/n in her 20's ), size difference, pussy eater chris redfield BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GODDDD, creampies, unprotected sex, overstim, y/n is such a slutty diva here what an icon

PAIRING: CHRIS REDFIELD/you.

A/N: alexa play older by isabel larosa

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

he was in denial, at first. chris blamed it on biology. that men were just immediately drawn to pretty things. that it's just the excitement of having a new neighbour. that the fluttering in his stomach was nothing.

but he found himself looking for you every morning when you weren't out for your run or peeking out his window to see if he'd catch you relaxing on your porch. and when you would greet him, he'd feel immense joy pooling in his stomach. ugh, he feels like a highschooler. he had scars older than you, for christ's sake—and that was probably the only thing that stopped him from shooting his shot.

but you? you were persistent. temptation herself.

coming over to his place and generously giving away the excess stew you made; the serpent disguised so adam can bite the forbidden fruit.

you were supposed to just put away the casserole in the kitchen, supposed to leave after. but here you were. on his lap, and caressing his built chest while you kissed his neck.

"y/n—,"

chris doesn't possess the strength to push you off. not when your ass was in his hands. "y/n, please—," he huffed, and you finally withdraw from him. "don't you want me, mister redfield?" you cooed in his ear.

"just say you don't want me, and i'll stop,"

"we shouldn't, y/n,"

chris could feel goosebumps rise from his skin as your tongue dragged over the shell of his ear. "but you want to?" yes, he fucking does. "i'm twice your age, sweetheart—," "i don't care," and the hips grinding against the outline of his cock proved it. he wanted to resist you. but he can't. and with a mere blink, you were pinned under him. “you should. you should, y/n, fuck—,” your knee grinds against his hard-on, and chris realizes that you’ll keep testing him ‘till he breaks.

“we really shouldn’t be doin’ this,”

“if we shouldn’t, why are you hard? why’re you on top of me?”

fuck you and your smart mouth. he wants nothing more than to just—

“mpf!”

you grunt when he begins devouring your lips. he could taste the fruit-flavoured gloss you wore, and it’s better than he could ever imagine. you had no complaints, definitely, wrapping your arms around him as you reciprocated his movements; tongue gliding over his own, letting teeth clash against teeth.

chris can only control himself so much. your blouse was practically ripped open, a few buttons flying and falling on the cold ground. of course you had no bra—nipples rousing ‘neath his calloused palm. was he dreaming? was he actually groping you? he’d cry if he wasn’t.

it escalated faster than he thought, because soon, he finds himself discarding his shirt—along with your blouse—and tossing it recklessly on the floors. your fingers playfully tug on his raven tresses as his kisses slowly traveled down. "mhh . . fuck, m, mister redfield," he groaned, nipples gently toyed with by pearls. "chris. call me chris," he muttered before wrapping his lips around the bud; the other being twisted 'nd pulled by his spare hand.

"chriiiisss—fuck," you bite on your lower lip, watching him lather you with his affectionate kisses. the graze of his stubble stung a little—not like you cared—as his tongue traced your areola. you've been fantasizing over this for ages, fuck, you needed him like air.

he switches over to the other, not wanting to leave it neglected 'nd starved from attention. tongue swirling the sensitive bud and suckling on it; his hazel gaze flickers over to you every so often, trying to see your pretty face and addictive reactions.

he savoured every bit of it. mmh. you whined when you feel him grip your waist with his strong, big hand; forcing you to stay still as he began to kiss his way down to your navel, to your . .

"hips up,"

"or what?"

you shrieked when your shorts were forcefully torn off your frame. chris has had enough, he needs your cunt on his fucking mouth. your cotton panties are recklessly pushed to the side as chris impatiently delves into your pussy tongue first.

he groaned, brows furrowing as he finally tasted you. you tasted so, so, good. "oh, fuck," chris moaned with a mouthful of your creamy cunt. "chris," you shamelessly roll your hips, grinding that needy pussy all over his stubbled face. you'd mewl everytime your nose bumped against his nose.

and fuuck, you're so fucking wet. soaked. chris saw how that string of arousal clung onto your panties. all for him? just from seducing and kissing him? chris rewards you with a lap of his tongue, flicking again 'n again over that sensitive bud. he's torn between letting his eyes roll as he savoured your taste, or watch you while he ruined you with just his tongue.

"mmhhhm, baby," his big hands reach to grope your tits, and slowly transition to interlacing his fingers with yours. "tashte shoooo fhcking goood," he didn't care if it came out as gibberish, he just wanted to—

"fuck!"

your grip tightened as his wet muscle prods against your slit, desperate to explore you. "chrissss—fuck, your tongue . . " oh, how beautiful you were, especially when your back arched like that. his spit's everywhere, sticking to every bit of skin. well, who could blame him. you were mouthwatering.

and oh, those squeals when he started to suck on your clit, fuuuck.

it's a shame he has to let your hands go, grabbing the back of your legs and pushing it up and baring your cunt to him. "what're y—ooh!" you hold onto his hair, tugging so unkindly as he suckled on your bud. fuck, he looked so pussydrunk—was he even aware of what was going on? he jus' stared at you so affectionately, cheeks hollowing from how much attention he lavished your twitching clit.

"chriss—chriiiis, oh god, oh godohgodohgod,"

your legs rest right on his broad shoulders, and chris grinned in triumph when he feels it quiver, sliding two thick digits into your hole. "uhnnn—fuck, f, feels good," you whimpered, biting down harshly on your lip.

"i know," he's panting, breathless, and he's trying to catch his breath while licking that sensitive clit albeit sloppy; his fingers curling up as it pumped in and out of you. it was so easy to fingerfuck you like this, even without his spit. fuck, you were so wet.

whatever smart mouth you had earlier, you no longer have. the combination of his mouth 'nd fingers were deadly, because how could you form proper rebuttals when he's grazing that erogenous spot while his lips are wrapped around your clit.

"h, haaahhh . . oh my god, shiiit—!"

all that obscene squelching from your pussy, fuck. .

his shorts grow tighter 'n tighter by the minute. he fucking needs to bury himself deep in you, soon. or else he'd actually lose his mind. your screams grow louder as his fingers quicken, pumping into you with insatiable greed. he needs you to make a mess—to cum on his face, cover his face in all your juices.

"s, slow down—wait!" you sobbed, chest heaving as your orgasm neared. he doesn't listen—hell, he doesn't even listen to himself—and keeps slurping you up. you couldn't sit still, and chris has to grab your waist with his spare hand to keep you from squirming away from him.

"chris—♡! oh god, fuckfuckfuckk—'m cumming, oh my god,"

and oh, it's so, so good. actual fucking bliss. you're in heaven, eyes rolled back to your sockets and back nicely arching as you cum all over his mouth with a squeal of his name. chris groaned, drinking all of you. he didn't even care that you made a mess everywhere. you just tasted so, so good . .

"fuck—♡! you're still—, s, still movin' your fingers—?!"

of course he was! he was trying to milk every bit of your orgasm, drag it out 'til you were fucking spent. another brush of his tongue over your clit, and you're spritzing all over his mouth. twitching, shaking—especially when chris nurses that sensitive bud with affectionate kisses, trailing up to your inner thighs. "you're so delicious," he murmured, gently nipping on the tender skin. he rids your sodden panties, carelessly tossing them somewhere.

"'ve been fantasizing about you for so fucking long,” this wasn't a dream, no, not when he could feel the warmth of your skin under his lips, his hands . . not when he could feel your palms on his cheeks, guiding him back up to claim his lips into a fervent kiss.

you could taste yourself on him—how filthy. chris groaned, tongue dancing with yours. he could easily engulf your mouth, fuck. he likes just how you were easily out of breath. he was just twice your size. chris whines when you break the kiss, panting.

"fuck me. i need you inside me right now," you muttered, reaching over for the garter of his trousers. "take it off, baby," he whispered, kissing your neck. a soft giggle escapes as you toy with the waistband of his shorts. his cock springs out, and you couldn't help but stare.

"like what you see?" says the cocky bastard, nipping along your jawline. "will that fit?" "we'll make it fit, baby." he kisses your lips reassuringly, grabbing a hold of your legs and placing it on his built shoulders. with an outstretched arm, you wrap your fingers 'round his thickness and guided it to your pussy. oh, fuck. chris's balls twitch.

"kiss me," you plead, and chris presses his lips on yours without hesitation. it's much more fervent, but it just felt so, so right. you hummed, feeling his teeth graze your lower lip.

the kiss only breaks when he the tip slowly slides in. you gasp, but chris only took your lower brim in between his teeth, continuing to fill you with his fat cock. "yeah? feel that baby?" you squealed when he shoved the rest of his girth in, sheathing himself completely in you. fuck, you're so fucking full, his tip's pressed right against your cervix.

"been waitin' to fuck you," he continues to whisper, beginning slow but hard thrusts. he easily coaxed out these gorgeous, gorgeous whimpers from you. "to stretch this pretty pussy—oh, god," chris keeps bucking his hips, quickening his pace as the seconds go by.

every slam of his hips keeps filling you to the fucking brim, especially with the folded position you were in now, and god, you've never imagined someone could fuck you the way he was fucking you right now.

"chris—m, my god fuuuck, so full," you mewl, holding on to his arms for dear life as he starts to pound you. the whole couch's creaking from his brutal thrusts, but it's not like you can hear it through your erotic cries. "y'love my cock, right?" he purred, watching your face contort with pleasure, that mouth fall agape.

"yesyes—god, fuck!"

the way you moan like that—it just spurs chris's arousal on, encourages him to keep ramming into you over 'nd over again without mercy. "fuck, you're—so, s, so tight," even with proper prep—it’s not your fault he’s a fucking behemoth. everything about chris was huge, and you could feel every bump ‘n vein graze against your soft walls, tip bumping exactly where you need him.

and oh, you were seeing stars. brain completely filled with the thought of him. how could you think of something else, when chris fucking redfield was right atop you, rearranging your fucking guts? he could see it in your fucked out face—eyes rolled, completely stupefied—that you were ruined. no other man or toy would ever satisfy you like this again. he jus’ stretched you out so, so good . .

“oh god, y/n—♡,” his brows scrunch up. it’s no surprise he can’t control himself, rutting into you like an animal in heat, slamming into you again ‘n again even if his hips ached with exhaustion. he didn’t care. it was also no surprise that his orgasm was coming much quick—chris is just a man with needs, after all.

and oh, how delicious it was, imagining you stuffed full with cum. could those college boys fill you like he did? breed you like he would? never. spit’s leakin’ off the sides of his lips, and you’re just as filthy as him, licking it all up. “c, cum inside,” you beg. “cum inside me—,” chris is supposed to ask if you’re on the pill, if you’re on a safe day, but no—he jus’ keeps fucking you, keeps plowing that tight fucking cunt into the cushions.

you were begging for it, so you’ll fucking get it.

“gonna breed you, baby. fuuuck,” his cock twitches, aching to cum. he’s close, so, so close—and he has no strength to control that foul tongue. “this what you—you wanted? be bred by someone twice your age?” he growled. “my baby’s such’a—hnnn—such’a slut.” “i am—i aaam. jus’—jus’ for you!” aw, were you tightening around his fat dick? god, you’d be the death of him. chris whimpered, uncontrollably spilling thick, warm cum into you whilst his hips rolled. you’re leaking lots, and he can barely think. you had these wide, doe eyes, feeling his load flood you.

“baby—y/n, cum. please cum,” he begged, continuing on fucking you despite his cock throbbing with overstimulation. you were close—he jus’ needed to fuck you faster. “‘m close. ‘m close, chris,” you kept your eyes on him. “g, go faster—,” you say, and chris swallowed, pushing through the mind-numbing sensitivity. his pace quickens, just like you requested; and he’s completely fucked stupid, babbling desperate pleas, begging you to cum because it hurts. he’s so—

“s, sensitive, y, y/n . . m, my cock—,”

with another rough slam of his hips, you’re fucking gushing; unable to say anything rational. “chris—uhhnn, fuck!” you whimpered, squirting with every push in of his hips. fuck, it was such a mess.

and chris’s thrusts finally come to a halt. he’s catching his breath, and so were you. it takes a minute or two to at least gain some awareness, and you’re just realizing now that you can barely feel your legs. “y/n,” chris whispers. “are you . . are you okay?” he asked, cupping your cheek. “‘m fine,” you mutter weakly. “‘m gonna—gonna pull out now,” you whine when he retires from your folded figure, settling on his knees. you look so pretty sprawled for him like this. y’don’t even lower your legs, keepin’ ‘em spread without him telling you to.

you both shudder when he slowly slips his cock out from your creampied pussy. his dark eyes can’t look away, watching that gaping cunt ooze with his cum. oh, god . . he runs a thumb over your perineum, trying to not waste the load spilling from you.

“i don’t think my legs are working,” you groaned, and it’s only when his gaze shifts to your mien. “it’s okay,” he whispered, reaching over for your ankle and slowly lowering it ‘til it was nicely resting on the couch.

“let’s get you up to my room,”

“mmm . . ”

and it seems like chris’s legs weren’t working, either; almost stumbling but thankfully didn’t. he prays you didn’t notice, but you seemed too tired. “i’ll carry you, okay?” chris says, and you only nod. with one swift movement, you’re in his built arms, burying your face in his muscular chest.

“chris?” “mhm?” “this . . isn’t a one-time thing, right?” he smiled, watching your pretty face. “of course not.” there was no way in hell he’d fumble you, lose you.

end.

this is how chris kisses. sorry, i don't make the rules.

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Daredevil vol. 1 #368 by Joe Kelly, Gene Colan, Christie Scheele, Bud LaRosa, and Richard Starkings

Today is the 50th anniversary of the first appearance of Misty Knight! I was planning on posting about Matt's first encounter with Misty, which took place during this period, in which the Sharpe, Nelson, & Murdock offices were in the same building as Nightwing Restorations. Misty and Matt are two of Marvel's most prominent disabled characters; they've had a fun relationship over the years, and their early team-ups during this period are brief but wonderful.

But then I was reminded of this scene, where Foggy desperately tries to hire Misty to track down Deuce the Devil Dog after he lost him in a drunk poker game to Deadpool's pal, Weasel, and I knew I had to post that instead. (Poor Foggy, but also, Misty's right-- that is below her pay grade. Surely, Matt will be a good, supportive friend and help his buddy out...)

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The Amazing Spider-Man #439: There Once Was a Spider..

by Tom DeFalco; Rafael Kayanan; Bud LaRosa; Bob Sharen and Richard Starkings

Marvel

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pencils for Amazing Spider-Man 425 pages 2 and 4 by Steve Skroce. The published pages were Inked by Bud LaRosa, Lettered by Richard Starkings, Colored by Bob Sharen, and Tom DeFalco wrote the book.

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At Autumn's End is getting a Sequel~

Yeah so thanks to some terrible encouragement from the comments on Ao3, I now have an idea for a part 2 to this RadioApple human AU.

At Mid Winter will bring all the steamy, tender vibes to warm even the coldest of nights.

Lucifer and Alastor's budding romance is put to the test at a winter weekend Charity Gala. In the cozy luxury of a snow-draped hunting lodge, the couple must keep their secrets guarded while jealousy brews and the past fights to intervene.

Sweet and sinful stolen moments, midnight dances, and a little velvet box looming over someone's head.

And we're doing it 12 days of RadioApple Christmas style! ll be posting every day on here and on Ao3, so follow it there if ya like.

And, of course, Playlist under the cut~

Shameless - Camila Cabello

Adore You - Harry Styles

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Conversations in the Dark - John Legend & Lindsey Stirling

Shivers - Ed Sheeran

Earned It - The Weeknd

All of Me - John Legend & Lindsey Stirling

Lose Control - Teddy Swims

Radio - Lana Del Rey

Boom Clap - Charli xcx

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

i'm yours - Isabel LaRosa

older - Isabel LaRosa (Ironic pick lol)

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

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Eu gosto deste painel, não sei por quê.

Um painél de "Superaventuras Marvel #154" (Abril, 1995), incluindo uma história originalmente publicada em "Daredevil #304" (Marvel, 1992). Arte por Ron Garney e Bud LaRosa.

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I like this panel, I don't know why.

A panel from "Superaventuras Marvel #154" (Abril, 1995), featuring a storyline originally published in "Daredevil #304" (Marvel, 1992). Art by Ron Garney and Bud LaRosa.

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Blood of the Demon #1 (May 2005) by DC Comics

Written by John Byrne and Will Pfeifer, drawn by John Byrne and Nekros.

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Isaac Cordova and Bud LaRosa Morbius: The Living Vampire #17 (1994) Source

Colorist uncredited