#.. mlm

[rodolfoparras]

Boy pussy could definitely be used when talking about a trans man but could also be used for a cis man when his cock and balls are squished between his legs while you’re pounding into him, laying on his back with his knees pushed to his chest, cock and balls looking like a pair of pretty pussy lips, especially with the little stitch running along his skin, all pink and soft and gently bouncing with every thrust of your hips or when his hole is all puffy and red after a good pounding, the furley ring of muscles looking like gaping fat pussy lips dripping with your release

[sfw-mlm-thoughts]

"scalp massage" this "scalp massage" that it's ok you can just say it. Boys like it when you pet them

[typhzilla]

male whales

[tofumiao]

Where dreams end

[dead-boyy0]

can we be the kinds of bros that kiss on the lips

[yellow-g0ache]

Anyone else craving something between intimate touch and autistic sensory euphoria, I don't mean feather light traces on bare skin that shit makes my skin crawl. Can u like crush the weight of my soul back into my body, or idk wrap ur legs around mine, a squeezing bear hug maybe. Let me be a weighted blanket for a while

[jaybirdbluejay]

Reg and James (yes James insisted for a picture)

[snugg-slugg]

I Had A Dream About You

By Richard Siken

SPRINGLUCKKKEDDDDD

DROP ANOTHER CHAPTER OF DEARLY DETESTED AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSS

Ok for those who don’t know, there’s a fanfic on AO3 called “Dearly Detested” by @springlucked and I LOVE IT A TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT. I’ve been wanting to draw something related to it for a while so I did this. At first, it was just gonna be the top part but I found a reference from Pinterest that I liked so I did the bottom part too.

This drawing (and the doodles) showcases my headcanon specifically (Dave is black, Jack is chubbier, Henry is bald, etc etc) not Springluck’s. Please keep that in mind!

Here’s the obligatory doodle page below.

[elliott-the-queer-artist]

I think I live off of MEAN GAY COUPLES and nothing more.

[chaxan08]

Steve: So I'm bi—

Bucky: *choking on his drink, very hopeful*

Steve: —lingual. I can speak two languages.

Bucky: Oh. That's nice!

Bucky: *takes another sip of beer*

Steve: I also like men.

Bucky: *spits out beer*

[gravesdept]

♡　＃　𓂃 Imagine you being vladimir makarovs right hand man — who he tolerates just a bit more than his other lapdogs, maybe he even lets you speak down to him, informs you on plans you have no business being in on, and lets you push his buttons.

everyone wonders whats just so special about the man whose always by makarovs side, he wonders so just as well as you both take hefty puffs off an old cigar that use to be stashed away in the back of his desk, its awfully hot in the room he thinks looking from the window back towards you who, well, is leaning just a couple inches astray from his face.

from this angle he cant see anything but the light at the end of the cigar, the room of his office fairly dark being only illuminated by light from the skyscrapers windows.

it takes a minute before you pass him back the almost dull blunt, it ends up sitting between his fingers for a bit as he trudges through his thoughts, “this situation is risky, boy, you know that righ’?” although he speaks clearly enough you cannot wrap your head around what he is implying

“not sure I understand.”

at that he puts the cig out on the desk resorting to just crossing his arms “this I mean, us, your not so subtle soldier.” he looks you dead in the eyes now, a look that youve seen men be killed for even witnessing.

its silent and almost peaceful in this small pocket of time “mm wasnt tryin’ to be subtle sir,, y’know pinning after you is no easy task.” you’d say jokingly if the man infront of you hadn’t killed many men whose ranks had rivaled yours in status, instead you stay quiet choosing to move all the bit closer to him in thought, hands resulting to rest in your jacket pockets.

“i could kill you, have you lit on fire for even thinkin such thoughts about me — yet you would just keep coming back, even offering to stand by my side like some kind of lacky in love.” he spits with just a hint of venomous tone “it repulses me even thinkin about it; hey, you fuckin’ in love with me solider?”

the scowl thats always reaching on his pretty face returns just once as he stands straight from leaning on the desk, hes still shorter than you and it only adds to his fuel.

“no m’not, hows that? was it satisfying enough for you?” a lie you half think about closing the distance between you two, but the metal that gets pressed up against your skull is enough assurance to halt the bare thought of movement.

his eyes search yours once more and before you know it your back is being pressed firmly against the desk.

maybe its the sensation from being high or just the adrenaline from this damn heat but you feel very obligated to wrap a hand around the hand thats holding up your ender, again its the post blunt high thats making you see things because his hand totally doesn’t falter when you touch it and it for sure doesn’t let you lower the gun either.

yeaaaa who laced the cigar because his facial expression isn’t in a scowl anymore its almost distraught watching you maneuver the gun to sit behind on the desk, his voice stoping you temporarily “not any further soldier, you’re messin w’ my fuckin head right now, and thats not what you want.”

the look you give him is deafening and its filled with something he cant source.

“what.. are you to decide what I want, are y’ afraid that i might break you?” you’re pushin it yet there it is again that same scowl just a bit deeper than before. its like your a fucking ticking bomb thats just wanting to explode “i'm jus’ waitin for your permission sir, to let me have you”

in another universe you might have been killed at the spot and brutally beaten until unrecognizable.

“do what you’ want, but you'd better make it damn good or i'll have to kill you.” he says backing up until his legs hit his office chair the sqeaking reminding the both of you where you just so happen to be at this hour.

but that is the last thing you’d have ever thought to hear from this oh so difficult man.

note ;; chat am I cookin even though this kind of out of charcter? ,, I keep blue balling cause I really cant write full fics but we getting there also requests will be opening soon, my messages are open right now if anyone wants to thirst tho.

[admireforever]

Brokeback Mountain

[yellow-g0ache]

If I had a tail I'd wrap it around yours when we sit together. If u even care

[l3montoast]

Did you know that batman is a fan of beauty and the beast? He's also reaf the odyssey, book bat lore

[mozzy17]

🌻🌕

[lgbtqtext]