#ummmm

[milksockets]

this just made me so fucking uncomfortable

[realkeylogger]

realkeylogger parkciv cringe compilation

[wwhttps]

my tum hurt so theres like 3 panels i didnt draw lmao

[the-phantom-peach]

skyward sword posting <3

[divinebunnii]

“your nipples look cold, let me put my mouth on them”

[writingadjacent]

Steve, after never really enjoying sex, gets fucked for the first time and his mind is blown (and also his back). He loves feeling full and being fucked and just the pleasure that he derives from being absolutely obliterated. 

The first time was sort of sloppy, Steve could tell as it happened that it wasn’t going to be the best time it ever happened but it was still a fun fuck. The guy, not someone Steve knew well, kept pulling Steve’s hair, which was nice but also kept whispering in his ear, which was not nice. 

It was you know… fine. He spent a while talking about it with Robin and trying to figure out if it was actually weird or just something Steve didn’t like. The jury was still out on that one.

The second time was much better, Steve figured out what he liked from the first time and, this one, a guy from one of the bars he and Robin frequented, bent Steve over the bathroom sink and ploughed into him until they were both sweaty and cumming. It was hot as fuck and Steve very much enjoyed that. 

After that, it calmed down, every time after that was with a boyfriend that Steve only really dated for a few weeks and then dumped. Robin would sigh each time he brought a guy home and ask him how long he thought they were staying around. Steve was never really sure how to answer that. It could be one night or it could be a few weeks, either way, it still meant something to Steve. 

He meets Eddie at a bar. Not really looking for anything but Steve dances with him and is just enamoured with the level of loser that Eddie exudes. He liked how Eddie didn’t think about those watching him and just… danced the way he liked or said the silly things he thought of. It was refreshing and Steve found it to be so real that he had to ask Eddie out. 

He didn’t fuck Eddie on the first date. 

Robin asked, jokingly, if he was sick. Steve laughed but he made sure to tell Robin that he really liked Eddie. There was something different about this. It wasn’t like something he wanted to last a few weeks. This was something Steve wanted for a while. Though he really wasn’t sure how to get it anymore. It had been a while. 

Steve didn’t really expect Eddie to be incredible or anything. Just normal. Like, normal sex. Just average. Every single person couldn’t fuck incredibly every single time. That was just basic common sense. 

Steve was very much wrong in that regard. 

Eddie was kind the first time, patient and slow and oh so sweet. Steve liked it but… well… it was just what he was thinking it’d be. Average. 

The second time, Eddie scruffed his hands in Steve's hair and shoved his head into the mattress, his voice gruff as he fucked Steve with calculated thrusts. He hadn’t been expecting it and Steve came the hardest he’s ever cum in his life. 

He asked Eddie about it, what had changed between the first time and the second time. 

Eddie shrugged slightly, naked in bed, his arm wrapped around Steve’s shoulder and Steve curled up against his side. “Dunno, it just seemed right. Should I have asked… was it bad?”

“Fuck no, Eddie. It was perfect."

[requinum]

[h4venpha]

sylus loves worshipping you. part because he loves you but also part because he just can’t keep his hands off you. he doesn’t care how people see him when hes with you, because he is truly himself with you.

you’re sitting with sylus at an esteemed table of guests. he’s listening to one of the other men speak about one of the business inquires he was a part of. the man’s words are drowned out, unfamiliar terms and names spilling from his lips as you pretend to listen. all while sylus is nodding and quietly commenting. one would think he was completely focused in on the conversation.

meanwhile beneath the table, sylus’s finger pads drag up your calf, circling and rubbing your skin with his thumb. the leather of his luxury watch presses into your skin as his fingers dip against the soft skin under your knee before moving down to wrap and slip against your ankle. its nothing, theres no words, he’s not even looking at you. and yet his actions speak so much louder than what he’s letting on.

[oh-snapperss]

i have questions

[yaihimiko]

Rip holly

We will miss you

[bittersweetfig]

going thru the motions currently but hear me out !!!

there’s something about crying in soldier boy’s arms, finally letting your walls down, and telling him about your fucked-up relationship with your father.

and you’re there sobbing, recounting every moment that’s left you feeling abandoned, neglected, and forgotten by your own dad; your daddy issues are on full display—baring your entire soul for ben to see—and you just can’t help it.

and maybe you’re embarrassed by the tears and the way you hiccup and trip over words, mortified by how much is spilling out of your mouth. because ben doesn’t need to know this. he can’t fix it for you.

meanwhile, ben’s there seething, rubbing your back more so to soothe himself rather than you, because he’s sitting there wondering how someone could treat you like that. how someone could see the sweet little girl in his arms and not want to give her the world.

and so he’s kissing the top of your head, rubbing your back, and wiping away your tears as you cry. “s’okay, babygirl. you’re mine now. my little girl. i’ll treat you right. i’ll be the dad you deserve, yeah? god, i’d beat the everliving shit out of that asshole for you… all you gotta do is ask.”

[i-mmaculatus]

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　　　　　　My Strategy Will Get You　　❤︎   ྀུ⃨ 

[erinwantstowrite]

i think im not a fan of what dc keeps doing with jason because they keep having him, the abused, become an abuser in some way shape or form. and the classism they don't want to talk about (i am being so for real there is a genuine problem of both writers and readers who do not understand jason's background and it pissed me off so bad because it always shapes their opinion of him in the wrong way and they don't care to even try to listen). and how if they were going to have him come back they should have had delved into his identity crisis and the inherent horror of coming back but not knowing how or why or what to do about it and not knowing what you were doing while dead and having to deal with time jumping forward on you and the fact that you will never get the time back and no one will he the same as they were before you died and how isolating and lonely that would be. and they also definitely weren't prepared for the fact that jason was grieving his life and his death and his hopes for his mother and his dad who didn't get there in time and the dc writers are fucking cowards. which brings me to my next point: why do we keep listening to them about shit because they are quite literally always fighting with each other and projecting their own personal biases into characters (i.e. making them worse than they are/2 dimensional/trying to make them iredeemable so their favorite character gets to shine) and also they are all freaks of nature with a consistent problem of being God Awful People who why would we trust them with these characters. jason todd they don't get you like i do

[pluviatrix]

i finished the dragon age series. what a game(s)

[dad-dumpster]

yeahhhh.. they explore eachothers bodys or whatever

[gegnabean]

The most wholesome, sweet, sugary, saccharine pairing I’ve ever shipped, but I’ve just always been so taken by that line in Chap II Damsel when Hero is so happy the princess called us a hero. He’s probably thinking “hey that’s my name!” Which is made all the cuter when the princess calls us hero in the ending where we leave the cabin.