#righteousloss

[thunderveins]

@righteousloss !

       𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃.       time went by much slower around these parts, and the lazy hours of each day were perfect for sleeping in. the serenity of a domestic life, of peace, often made the warrior - king quite antsy, but it never seemed to faze steve during his slumber. for a fugitive wanted for war crimes in his own country, steve slept a little too soundly, buried beneath lofty asgardian sheets. thor didn’t really have the heart to rouse him from his sleep, so he didn’t.

instead, he fixed himself on the couch and turned on the cable to their old, beaten - up television with the antennas wildly sticking out. it only had a few channels, but thor usually kept it on to watch the news and keep vigilant watch over their friends in the states. per steve’s request, and just to prevent the information from falling into the wrong hands, thor hadn’t told anybody-----not even the avengers-----of steve staying at new asgard, let alone of their relationship. he supposed he had a duty as an avenger to tell stark of rogers’ whereabouts, but ... he couldn’t jeopardize steve’s comfort and safety. he’d never seen the man look so well - rested before, and he was feeling selfish to want to preserve that a bit longer. he muffled out the news channel by lowering the volume and headed towards their bed. he slipped a hand under the warm sheets and touched bare skin, pressing a scruffy kiss to the crook of rogers’ neck.  ❛    you sleep too much,    ❜  he chuckled, gently nosing him awake.

[hastofight]

@righteousloss

          𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍       for a soldier to be stripped of his honor, then turned a fugitive in the very same country he’d bled the soils red with. diana had been rightfully furious when she’d come across a wanted poster for steve rogers. she would protect the humans with her life, but she knew too well of mankind and their affinity for war; though, she never would have guessed that they would shame their own superhero. at once, she set off to locate her old friend, the mission made much easier with a billionaire’s resources to help. a long day’s search led diana to the front steps of a decrepit motel, where the very air outside of it billowed in clouds of noxious, foul fumes. 

she stood outside of the dingy door, knuckles rapping against the rotting wood before her hand retreated to her side once more.  ❛   steve ?   ❜  she called, attention flitting to the sleazy bystander eyeing her like a vulture down the same hall. diana rolled her shoulders back; unfazed. perhaps, even annoyed. a pause, and the woman leaned her head closer to the door to murmur.   ❛   it’s diana.   ❜

[endcfwar-blog]

HE WASN’T MEANT TO SPEAK TO HIM. he didn’t even think he was supposed to look at him, but he did. his eyes locked on the longer haired man, and he clenched the fist holding his shield tighter.  “fuck.”

@righteousloss !

[stormweathered-arc1]

. @righteousloss . cont. 

        THE TILE BEHIND HIM IS COLD, but he’s long stopped paying ATTENTION. this has spiraled so FAST AND FURIOUS that he’s DROWNING in the heat that washes impossibly over him. long hair, soaking and streaming with water, sticks over neck and broad shoulders. his hands haven’t been idle; grip almost BRUISING at times, sliding slick over steve’s body and pulling him close. right NOW, though, one hand is anchored at the back of steve’s neck, and it’s all he can do to send him a CUTTING glance at the question — those blue eyes, pupils so blown with desire that only a thin ring of blue can be seen ‘round the edges, looking FRAYED to a point beyond breaking. 

        THAT LOOK IS PAIRED with a soft exhale of a laugh, almost incredulous. ❛ would i have said so if i didn’t —— shit. ❜  that TWIST hits him just RIGHT and from there he’s done for, and he falls, falls, falls. a gutteral curse comes from deep in his chest, and it’s of a language that is certainly not of EARTH, and it’s wrapped furiously around steve’s name. his hand tightens at the back of his neck, hips stuttering against that hand upon him, against the HEAT of the other’s cock against his own — and his release rolls over him in a blinding moment of heat, cock throbbing against steve’s as he spills over them both, noisy but low in a way that doesn’t carry past the sheet of hot shower water and  their own closeness. it’s with him pulling steve close, hands calloused and gripping, and he leans in and mouths his neck, his ear, with a voice uttering incoherent words of mixed praise and curses so raw and ragged and low that it may as well be a growl.

[devotioninked]

[ kiss + soft, eyes, love ]

oooh la la reaction meme.

[ eyes ]  your muse making mine look them in the eyes during. (will do the other two you sent in a new post!)

The way he feels inside of her has Hattie dropping to her elbows as Steve kneels between her legs, hands on her hips keep her raised up to meet his thrusts. He pushes in deep then holds her still, not allowing her to move. She’s frozen, panting and heaving trying to fight back and get him to move but she can barely breathe let alone have the strength to try.  “Steve..” She doesn’t have to wait very long. In one thrust, she can feel him buried and grinding his hips against her rear refusing to pull out as he rocks them both together, joined completely. She feels so full of him. Overwhelmed by how thick and hard he is, every breath she takes only reminds her of the stretch and drag of him as Steve pulls out and eases himself back in until half of him is buried and a hard snap of his hips does the rest.

Hattie shakes in his hands. Thighs quiver from the sensation and the slap of his against the backs of her legs. Kisses rain down against the spot between her shoulders, the back of her neck and further up. Her earlobe and the shell of her ear feel a rush of heated breaths. She moans as his weight settles on top of her, bucking steadily once a rhythm is found and he nudges her down against the bed. His hands are free now.  One moves underneath her, between her legs to coax her thighs to open wider and his thumb spurs the movement on when it finds the bundle of nerves she feels herself ache to be touched.

‘Look at me,’ he coaxes her gaze open and she turns her head far enough that in their closeness they’re practically eye to eye. His hand cups her cheek to keep her that way and she groans at the need and hunger burning inside the colors she’s hypnotized by. He doesn’t kiss her not yet. He makes her watch as his mouth goes slack and he fucks into her harder, faster and she feels her knees bend outward in an offering to his want. Speechless at the sight, she crinkles her brows towards one another as tiny gasps slip out when he dips more fingers in against her and she can feel him exploring where they are joined together, feeling himself slipping in.

[diamantimind]

" i’m sorry. i should’ve been there. "

𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 / 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

                                a pause , twitch of her lips && she’s shaking her head upon entering his space ; slender hands RAISE  to rest against his shoulders , an anchor so to speak . tongue runs the length of her lower lip as , once more , does she shake her head – silent DENIAL of his seemingly guilt ridden comment ; doesn’t need protection , she never has , wont start now !                                       ‘ don’t , sugar . i’m not some damsel who needs a big strong man to rescue her . ‘                ‘ but – ‘                             && her she smiles , something genuine that reaches those azure hues , true amusement so RARE yet , for he who she looks upon , it is gifted so openly .               ‘ if you feel like making it up to me, i’m not going to DISSUADE you . ‘

[hcpefell]

"you look like you need a hug. come here."

soft caring sentence starters | accepting | @righteousloss

Gwen had TRIED to focus on schoolwork instead, not on the fact that Peter had stood her up yet again. She looked up when her dad came into the kitchen where she was working, looking back down at her notes only to stop then as she spoke. It was like he’d READ HER MIND; and she’d stood up, wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face against her chest. She didn’t want to talk about it, not really; but the fact that her daddy was there to COMFORT her through everything meant the world to her.

[devotioninked]

lucky number 13

💕 sensual meme edition

inspired by: x (not work friendly)

She hadn’t expected to be sprawled out on top of the rumpled comforter in a motel bed somewhere near Centrailia, Pennsylvania.  But here they were.  Barely checked in after a night’s drive where holding hands and soft touches became a pitstop an old an abandoned turnpike road where they kissed and left with bated breaths and her hair a mess and his none the better.  

Hattie didn’t bother looking the clerk at the window with it’s blinking VACANT sign in the eye. Probably thought they were honeymooners who wouldn’t wait to get to the Poconos. Or two people involved in some affair needing a room for two in the middle of the night.  The key was pressed into her palm, they left the bags in the car and their clothes in a trail from the door.

Steve barely settled on his knees at the foot of the bed (they didn’t even make it to the pillows) before he was between her thighs and his mouth covered her.  Trembling fingers held onto his head, her back arched as the first push of his tongue against her split her open for him and he sucked her between his lips.  Fists around her ankles clamped down and pushed out.  Her chest froze as his name parted her lips and her eyes rolled white until they focused back down on him again, staring down the length of her body to get a look that was sinfully perfect.

Thank God, he was holding her legs apart because the way her body shook as the first splash of pleasure ripped up her back would’ve ended up with him getting a foot to the face.  “Fuck,” her brows nudged together as she pushed down against his mouth.  “Steve…”