STH INCREDEVILS AU- Redraw that turned into a comic
Buck’s talking about Shadow btw
As a result of the law banning superpowers in general, Buck had to sacrifice his love of being free to keep him and the rest of the BD’s off the radar and safe in general.
He takes on the responsibility of taking care of his brothers while Scarfz works long hour shifts to support them, this on top of having to go to school and homework makes him pretty stressed most of the time
However being unable to use running as a proper outlet leaves him pretty snappy and wound up sometimes. It’s not until later when on the way to rescue Scarfz (and give him a piece of his mind) with BB and Wachowski, Buck gets that much needed stress relief and is able to run again.
He’s way more laid back, confident and snarky after that and the other two find it so weird- it’s like re-meeting their brother for the first time.
Old art (June 29th) under the cut
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Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌
This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn
One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.
I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.
But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.
After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.
"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.
"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.
He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."
That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.
"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.
"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.
"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.
"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.
"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."
He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.
"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."
His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.
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Six Fanarts!✍️
I wanted to have a nice reference for whenever I draw my fav blorbos so i did the six fanarts challenge hehe
I like the lineart more than the colored pieces tbh.. I'm not that good at colored pieces but this also serves as practice I suppose :)
Keep reading to see the subway twins without their hats and some lineart! ( ╹▽╹ )
Also! It'll be late but Valentines piece coming soon! (^^)
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i dont usually post previews on my tumblr but im not using twitter as often so why the heck not.
i made the poor life decision of scripting and thumbnailing a comic about Sigma and now im in the clean up sketch process. ill either be back in several months with the finished piece or after october with some PS5 spiderman 2 illustrations
anyways, wish me luck. i know this project is gonna be an emotional rollercoaster for me but if i was able to complete symbiote switch im like 60% sure i can complete this.
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kavinsky's death is actually the closing arc in a great tragedy to me bc his actions throughout the story are mostly just him practically begging for someone to be on his side, to care about him, to even just look at him. his father tried to kill him, his mother is completely uninterested. he can dream himself as many people as he wants, but they will only ever think of him because he made them to do so. the dream pack are just physical manifestations of his desire to not be alone in the world, to have someone, anyone, connected to him. he so desperately tries to draw some sort of emotion out of ronan, good bad or ugly, because the intense similarities they share mean that he's the only person who might be willing to look long enough to see him. and when it doesn't work, when he realizes it can't, that this world is not for him and he is not going to be a part of it in a way that involves anyone else, he decides that everyone is going to look at least this once. they will all see the finale if nothing else. genuinely doomed from the start. and how truly devastating that is in comparison to the core group the story focuses on, characters that even at their lowest and darkest and meanest and absolute worst have others there with them. characters that always have someone looking for them. dying is a boring side of a life that has nothing inside of it.
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Day Eleven, Cinnamon Bun - Summer of Cum 🤍
His bump is only small, not yet visible underneath his uniform of RedBull polos and baggy white t-shirts. It’s a secret that only he and Daniel are in on at the moment, they haven’t even told their families yet. They’ll tell them soon, but not yet, for now this is just for them.
It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t exactly unplanned either. They took the risk, both aware this could happen. It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t planned though, both of them are elated with the news. It’s not just the pregnancy that is exciting, Max’s hormones are haywire, and the sex they’re having is better than ever.
One thing in particular really gets Daniel going, makes him achingly hard for his boyfriend.
The fact he is the only person to see Max’s bump yet.
Daniel loves their secret. He loves cupping Max’s small bump, holding Max and their unborn child at the same time and knowing that he is the only one that knows. He’s the only person that knows a tiny little baby is growing inside Max, besides Max himself of course.
He’s also absolutely crazy about Max’s new body. The way Max is developing new curves what feels like every day and has a healthy glow about him, one that isn’t normal for someone that sits inside his on the simulator for over twelve hours a day when they’re at home in Monaco.
Daniel can barely keep his hands off of him.
The sex isn’t always frantic. Sometimes it’s delicate, and Daniel can fuck Max slowly and tenderly as he caresses the swell of his stomach.
He lays Max down on their bed, splayed out on his back, the curve of his belly on show for Daniel. It’s the perfect position to fuck in while Max is pregnant and Daniel can’t keep his eyes off of the small bump that only he knows about. Can’t stop running his hands over the soft skin there, they’ve been moisturising it together every evening since they found out.
In this position, Max usually shoots off untouched all over his stomach. And every single time it sends Daniel over the edge too, the visual of Max’s cum slipping down the curve of his belly, unable to pool there like it used to. Daniel doesn’t come inside Max, he’s already fucked a baby into him, so instead he pulls out and fucks his hand until he’s coming onto Max’s stomach too. His load adds to the mess there and leaves wet streaks against Max’s skin like tear tracks as it travels down the curve of him.
Maybe it’s possessive, maybe it’s slightly unhinged, but Daniel can’t resist getting his hands onto Max’s skin, rubbing their cum into his soft belly.
“Mine,” Daniel mutters, nipping at Max’s neck.
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