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[littledozerdraws]

[ayyifatiia]

Sorry for feeding yall angsty edit 🥲🙏 I just can't get over them.

[exiletragedy]

🔞 Solo John Walker + Pillow Humping ft. mentions of unspecified partner || i like to think john is loud in bed but quiet solo bc he gets embarrassed. my pathetic man!

Soft pants filled the room as his bed creaked with every movement. John’s jaw was clenched, not allowing himself to moan too loudly despite the rest of the team being away for the day.

The tower was empty but not to John, who tilted his head back. Eyes closed, sweat damp hair sticking to his forehead. His knees pressed into the sheets, one hand held pillow in place as the other fisted the bedsheets. His mind was filled with the images of his partner lying pliant beneath him. Memories of moans and cries, hands scratching down his back.

He was flushed from his cheeks down to his chest. His hips rolled down, dragging his cock against the silk of the pillowcase. Precum darkened the fabric, leaving a lewd painting that signaled how close he was to his release.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted out, rambling to himself about how tight they were as he folded the pillow. He fucked into the channel he had created, balls rubbing against the soft material.

He thought back to the night before when tight, wet heat clenched around him. His chin dropped to his chest as he snapped his hips harder. He was so close, just a little more.

His balls tightened, thighs trembling as his orgasm hit him. Dropping his hold on the pillow, he fisted his cock, working himself as white ropes of cum stained the pillow’s fabric.

“Aah—“ He finally let a loud moan escape him as he rubbed his sensitive dick against the soaked fabric, smearing the mess before collapsing onto the bed. The pillow got tossed to the side to be cleaned later.

One hand rested on his flushed chest as he panted, sweat cooling as he settled into bliss.

[vastlyviolent]

No, cause in Thunderbolts, they go through a series of ‘shame’ rooms. I think one of John’s would have been the first time he had sex with a man. He probably grew up in a religious household, so he must of heard gay is bad all of the time. He probably had his first time with Lemar, and while he tried to enjoy it, he just couldn’t. It took him a few more times before he could actually enjoy it. He was ashamed of his first time. Because while the other times were better, he still had that mindset of it being wrong.

[winterhawking]

"There was nobody like him."

beau taplin // the falcon and the winter soldier (2021) // m. l. rio // unknown // @inanotherunivrse // fortesa latifi

[oneday-23]

Lemar Hoskins wasn't the only one who died that day.

The deaths of Lemar Hoskins and John Walker.

[albaricxques]

Lemar come back I miss you

[walker-walker-fashion-baby]

“Come here, man. I can tell you need it.”

John didn't need to be told twice. He practically melted into Lemar's embrace.

They stayed on the couch. Lemar pulled away and looked deeply into John's eyes.

“C'mon… tell me what's wrong.”

John sighed. “I… uh… I'm trying to find the words.”

“It's okay, take your time.”

The other man nodded.

“I just… sometimes. I am at the pool. Back in New York. And I think of sinking… and never coming back for air.”

Lemar froze. His heart skipped a beat.

“John… What? No.”

“I know how it sounds— he started.

“The hell you do!” Lemar snapped. John's eyes widened and his lips clammed up.

Lemar took a deep breath.

“John, you're sitting here. Talking about… suicide. About doing something irreversible that could leave a little boy fatherless. Just…” He rubbed his temple.

John looked down, like an embarrassed child caught misbehaving.

“I'm sorry?” He offered weakly. Lemar's stare softened.

“Jesus, John,” he cupped his face. “there's people that need you. Alive. I need you alive….”

“I know…”