ya objectively gorgeous i’ve reblogged a couple of pics of him i think there was one where he was on top of two women n it made all 10 of my toes curl

my man peter knew ball. 2 & a shaft in fact

everybody leave the room me and anon have to be alone right now

matcha. darjeeling. thai. assam. green tea of any kind. english rose. strawberry. constant comment. chai. n i like to mix lavender (and sometimes butterfly pea flower) with some of them, mostly matcha. off the top of my head. i’ve never tried emperors but i love trying new teas so im gonna look into it

STEVE ROGERS never gets your references and takes you out for coffee dates too much, but what he can do is lay down some killer pipe. you weren’t sure about him at first, he seemed like the type to say he prefers friendship or he’s staying single to better himself - or whatever. you thought that he was too good to be true because of how reserved he was, but after you coaxed him out of his shell—and got him up to your room—you were pleasantly surprised. all that weight on you, every poised muscle dedicated to using those seven inches to their fullest, grunting out of his slack lips as he hovers his chest over yours n curls his hips in a way that rolls your eyes into the back of your head. he’s a little more quiet that you would’ve hoped, but you can learn to appreciate it, all your focus is on the way your core feels getting filled up. his brows furrow, a chuff escaping his nose as he raises himself up. big hands clamp onto your hips to bring you with him, sitting on his haunches while he lifts your tailbone, realigning, and returning to the pace he set. his biceps swell as he moves you, reminiscent of some toy, his abdomen n chest flex n the dull light catches on their curves. there’s sweat in his hair, hanging down into his eyes as they’re downcast - you’re not exactly sure what they’re looking at. you can’t even form a sentence, you just enjoy the ride.

i’ve been marathoning his spidey movies i actually haven’t seen the trailer for bnd but im excited to see the movie 🕺 he’s not rly my thing but there’s smthn ab this rewatch that has me perking up to the idea of him

you can’t type your consent fast enough, and you hear the familiar thwip outside your window, followed closely by the clambering of his crawl inside, and the hasty unbuckling of his belt. looks like he rushed over in civvies. he flashes a grins at you, “remember we gotta be fast.“ he flicks his shirt up n over his head, the web shooter on his wrist aims at your hip, “c’mere,” her jerks you over by the leash of his web and right into him.

yes!!!! ofc i am

omg wait ya optimus prime and nd-5