#don’t look too closely at it

[fleadme]

Some art of my favourite boys

[an-actual-floof]

redraw of that silly old picture of Nimoy and Shatner plus an alternate bc we all know what ‘Pon Farr Fridays’ really meant ;))

[steveshairychest]

Steve with a cardboard cutout of his famous rockstar boyfriend

couldn’t decide which one I like better so here’s both :]

[mazzystar24]

As someone who officiated a wedding before I wanna say congratulations Bobby for being the hottest officiant to ever officiant 🫡

[whatthefishh]

Tell me those thots you be having out bb Marc. Tell me what a good boi he is ;)

You were having an off day, not feeling your greatest mentally and emotionally. Trying to sort through the thoughts you were having with your regular logic wasn’t working as effectively as usual, and Marc could tell you were in your head.

He tried to make you comfortable, rough hands gently holding you so as to not overwhelm you until you felt loose enough to speak, explaining that you just didn’t feel enough today, but that you didn’t want to burden him with your negativity, not wanting him to carry your weight just because of one bad day.

It pained Marc (and all the boys tbh) to see you like this, but after not really wanting to listen to reason - as you already knew what they were going to say, you just wanted some time out of thinking for a bit - he had an idea of how exactly to get you to stop thinking so much, at least for a little while.

Marc began his plan by holding you close to him, embracing you with his large hands cradling your head. He slowly and softly started kissing your jaw down to your neck, mouth moving against your skin and causing goosebumps to rise. Sucking a mark there, his hands slid under your top to burn through the skin on your sides, rising until his thumbs rubbed the sensitive skin under your breasts causing your breath to come out ragged.

Your legs were tangled, hips slotted against one another as he continued to spread his hands over you, moving his mouth closer to yours to share the same ragged breath until they met in a desperate kiss. He wanted to make you forget everything while showing his love for you without words. He had to.

The kiss took your breath away and quickly shifted your focus from self deprecating thoughts to the skin to skin comfort you were seeking. Quickly stripping yourself of your top and his, you let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of his warm chest meeting yours, grounding you to him as he pushed you down to press into your further.

Moving his mouth down to your peaks, he mouthed at one while fondling the other, laving his tongue over it after harshly sucking. Your back bowed as you pushed into his face and hand, needing more, and he would give it to you. He was already hard from seeing you take what you needed from him, happy to provide you with something, with this, with his body and his worship.

“Beautiful, baby, wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled around your flesh, trailing his mouth between the two.

You only moaned in response, your head screaming you are, you do, always.

Before you were able to push his head down, where you needed him most, he was already tugging your bottoms off, kissing his way down your tummy and smoothing his hand back up your hips and sides when he freed you.

Your legs came up as you planted your feet, knees bracketing his torso until he violently pressed them into the mattress, telling you to “stay still,” in a determined voice. Lowering himself so that he was eye to eye with your core, he kept one arm thrown across your hips to hold you down while he delicately began to eat you out.

Slowly dragging his tongue up your folds as he looked at you to watch your face descend into pleasure, he repeated the action until you bucked your hips into his face.

“Thought I told you to stay still, baby. Let me do this for you.”

Well, when he said it like that.

Trying your best to stay rooted to where he had you pinned, you nodded.

Marc lowered his head again only to bury his face as he earnestly began lapping at you, nose catching on your clit on every pass. You were a moaning, whimpering mess.

He groaned as your walls fluttered, slick spreading over the bottom half of his face. You tried your best to stay still, really, but when he wrapped his lips around your clit and flicked his tongue against it, you were a goner. Kicking your leg out helplessly, crying out his name as your orgasm surprised you. He only hummed smugly against you, not letting up.

“Marc, please, I-“ you were struggling to catch your breath.

Releasing your clit, you let out a breath thinking he was going to let you have a minute but he just went right back to cleaning you up, the mess he had made of you as if he wasn’t going to do it all again.

“M-Marc, I can’t, it’s too much,” you sounded pathetic even to your own ears.

“C’mon, I think you’ve got a couple more in you,” he smiled sweetly, his curls sticking to his forehead while your leg rested against his shoulder. His shoulder, his broad fucking shoulder.

Mentally cataloguing this image for later, you weakly nodded at him and flopped your head back at his triumphant smile. Marc’s gentle tongue began licking you clean until your fingers started twisting the sheets at your side, clueing him in to go faster, to devour you whole, his mouth stretching over your mound like a man starved.

“So good, baby, don’t stop, you’re so good, p-please,” you mindlessly babbled.

He groaned at your words, shifting against the bed as you kept moaning out too good to me.

“You’re only mine, right? God, you’re so good, Marc, tell me,” he’s building you up to an incoherent mess and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

He nods into your pussy like he’s having a normal conversation with you and not peeling you apart, layer by layer, with just his mouth. You didn’t fail to catch him rutting into the mattress again at your words, knowing he liked to hear you while he was quite literally at your service.

Unable to take it anymore, the hand that was buried in his curls dragged him up to your mouth, desperately clutching him to you.

“Yours, only yours,” he grunted between frantic kisses.

Lining up his tip to your soaked cunt, he rested his forehead against yours to watch your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushed in with ease. Licking into his mouth again, the two of you are gasping out confessions around each other, love you, fucking love you, only you, fuck-

He’s been thrusting into you at a steady pace for God knows how long, the concept of time lost on you, fingers threaded as his face rocks back and forth between your neck and your cheek, his eyes never leaving you.

You’ve never felt more bare and yet with Marc, it’s safe. You feel so whole you want to cry as he continues to fill you up in the way he knows best, his focus entirely on making you feel loved, staving off his own release for yours over and over.

“Feels so, ahh, good boy, fuck!”

Marc widens his knees, spreading you out further on his cock, hitting a new angle which causes you to cry out in his ear.

Clenching around him, he chuckles breathlessly, “Gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, baby.”

“Please, Marc, I need it, need you to, fuck- fill me up,” you whimpered, the proximity making it hard for you to let air in but you wouldn’t dare move or push him off you.

“So close, you’re almost there, wanna feel you,” he’s speeding up now, thumb circling your clit. You’re trashing beneath him, desperate for your release until he finally says, “Cum on it, yeah, come on, wanna see you make a mess, please.”

You do. And everything goes blissfully white.

Marc fucks into you for a few more strokes, frantically, until you feel him spurting hot deep inside you, filling you up and nearly wailing into your skin as he does.

Make a mess of you, he does.

You feel boneless, calm, and most importantly, extremely well taken care of by the love of your life.

The negative self talk is gone, replaced by a borderline zen buzzing filled with soft chatter about the gorgeous man on top of you.

Not wanting him to leave the bubble of safety and warmth you’ve created together, you hold him to you and kiss the side of his face, nuzzling it.

“Better?”

“Much. I love you.”

“Me, too. Always.”

[gayngar14]

中秋节快乐！

happy mid-autumn festival!

[wallywise]

Another cleradin drawing because I’m obsess with them ⭐️💙

[gothic-mothic]

Stanley parable doodles from this month thumbs up

[mghostship]

Chapter 7 is gonna fucking hurt!! Just need to try to stay calm as everything begins to fall apart. I’m rooting for you malleus!

[yellowtribalwolf]

The Mario movie was so cute ! Seldom do these modern movies truly remind me of being a kid and this movie really did that. My first video game was Super Mario World on the SNES and I still absolutely love that game and play it to this day! But anyway what a fun film and Mario and Luigi’s sibling relationship was my fav part of it ! So I decided to do this quick silly little doodle of the best video game Bros ! Thanks for taking a look !

[bete-mothership]

Very crudely done designs for a lmk fashion/celebrity au that’s been taking up my brain for some time now 🐒

[deadlinehost]

akaashi ! (requested by a friend of mine)

[millipede-menace]

🛟 Lifeguards sketches 🛟

The lifeguards and trainees of Miwa Beach⛱️

Fic link -> No Flirting With The Lifeguard

🛟 Ami prolly works for Ryu’s dad & Momiji was childhood friends with Ryu & Vivian prolly met them later on or something lore isn’t important, just know that they’re little shits when they’re together lol

🛟 Mondo is literally friends with anyone within a 2 meter vicinity

🛟 Ryu is my oc from a comic I made when I was like 12 and it’s never seeing the light of day ever!

I’m trying to not to include too many oc characters cause i rarely pay attention to them anyways, but i’m doing a very bad job lol

They’re just background characters I swear, I need them to make ✨drama✨ lol

oh boy, I think that’s the most I’ve ever drawn in my free time orz

[7cigfigs]

original picture found on ethel cain’s tumblr

[hymnoeides]

Oh, my son

rkgk tonight playing around with some brushes and texture ^^

[rozugold]

Mareep the sheep :]