#can't help it

[flowerj3lly]

The Little Oceanid 💙

#drawing mermaids again #can't help it #genshin impact #furina de fontaine #furina #art #digital art #Im probbbbably going to draw Navia like this too bc she also has a lot of frilly outfit parts

[caycanteven]

Him. The legend himself.

Rex is hot as fuck, all I gotta say. Anyway thank you sweet moot fren @tenderribcage for lettin' me go ham sobbing uncontrollably

also sorry for double ping, i fucked up the first time, was staring too hard at the skeleton.... QvQ

#I did it #i drew him in his lovely formal suit #he's so handsome #so hot #foaming at the mouth #heart be thumping #not me simping so hard #i just #i have a soft spot for it all #he's pulling it off so well #god i had so much fun #moots watched me do it #witnesses to my simpery #i had no restraint #no regerts #forgib #moot oc #my art #caycantdoodle #caycanteven #cay is simping again #can't help it #i'd get on my knees for this skeleton #do not even tempt me. #cays fanart

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | part nineteen preview

That night, you dream of Joseph. The way you used to chase him around your sister's backyard in the rain as he squealed with laughter. His little purple boots and dinosaur raincoat. When you finally catch him, his body falls limp in your arms. His cheeks are slack and pale and his lips are blue. You feel for a pulse. Cold skin. You shake him, over and over. He doesn't move.

Someone is shaking you.

"Open your eyes."

When you do, Ghost is there again. This time he has a bucket. You launch up, fingertips hissing against cold metal as you gag into it. Overgrown hair curtains your sweat-soaked face but a large, warm hand careens it back as rotten bile sweeps through you. Three times. The smell, the taste... almost as repulsive as the odor of burnt flesh when Paul took your nephew's body and...

"Thanks," you rasp, pivoting your neck. You nudge the bucket away and Ghost's hand releases your hair. 

"Done?"

You can't muster a response. You nod. Thankfully, he says nothing else and disappears, leaving you to close your eyes and stroke a thumb over the bracelet around your wrist until the images leave your brain.

#and i said i wouldn't post one smh #can't help it #kinda motivates me #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #fanfiction #zombie apocolypse au

[vampire-chokehold]

do it for him. go feral

#miguel o'hara #spider-man 2099 #across the spiderverse #marvel #i had to do it #i know he's bad and he had no right in bullying miles like that #but look at him #can't help it

[anouchan-jpg]

Concept #4

#intimacy #couples #couple goals #anouchan #mine #moodboard #couple moodboard #romantic moodboard #sorry I'm obsessed with it #can't help it

[mickeyjazz]

it's pathological

#clowncore #clownblr #clown #clown posting #clowns #jester #clown art #clown memes #can't help it #can't help myself

[meep-meep-richie]

Owen / drunk / bathtub / cowboy hat -> CINEMA

#guys this scene is cinema alone #can't help it #roy obannon you are always famous #owen wilson #shanghai noon #roy obannon #200's #filmgifs #moviegifs #my gifs #gifs #gif #gifset #owilson #ocw #gifedit #gif edit

[cakesmelons]

You may look but not touch <3

haha shout out to when this was a simple drawing.... anyway here it is without the lights and stuff

#nightmare sans #nightmare fanart #nightmare!sans #dusttale #dusttale sans #dust sans #dust!sans #killer sans fanart #killer!sans #killer sans #horror!sans #horrortale sans #horror sans #bad sanses #its implied so i'm tagging it #bad sans poly #sanscest #listen y'all #i love the feminization of the men i draw #can't help it #my art #suggestive

[sabyfangirl16]

Hmm... Can someone rate from 1 to 10 the accuracy of this?

#wild kratts #kratt brothers #chris kratt #martin kratt #fandom #fangirl power! #mlp g4 #dora the explorer #worldgirl #lmao #TwT #had nothing better to do #actually i did but my brain decided to go for this #can't help it #:3

[dwiankus]

#can't help it #this scene for real #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy

[icharmaine]

I feel like this is turning into a fan account lmaooo but LOOK AT THIS CUTE RESEMBLANCE TO LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!!!!

#can't help it #its too cute #ollie bearman #lightning mcqueen #formula 1 #Just him and his emotional support drinking bottle

[shadowseductress]

It's 7 degrees outside, here I am sitting on rooftop, stargazing with my favorite songs.

#can't help it #its pretty #stars

[chuckchuck228]

Redraw of the Smile :)

#madness combat #madness project nexus #dr hofnarr #tricky the clown #chucks art lol #idk if there is any tw #I hope not #And I hope you don't mind that I draw such dark fandom like this! #Madness is still in my heart #can't help it

[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

Just appreciating my Favorite Star Wars Boy...

Can you guess who??? Lol...

Who else wants to appreciate him??? 😊✋

#star wars #dagan gera #cody fern #appreciation post #i love him #i know i'm not the only one #can't help it #please help me #lol #random #im bored

[des-fangirl]

why are Adora & Moist both so so bisexual in my head I CAN'T SHAKE IT OFF..

#should i #should i shake it off...i dont mind that actually.. #i don't know if that has any reason. i just think about them and bi flag is here #CAN'T HELP IT #des-shitpost #discworld #adora belle dearheart #moist von lipwig

[rillils]

so um, so maybe i'm addicted to prompt generators. that might be a thing. hm. *screeches into the void*

rating: T wordcount: 1342 tags: fluff, crack, established relationship, bearded Steve because i've got a soft spot for him, general silliness, dorks in love, domestic bliss, aaand that's it i think

If life was fair, and not plotting to give Bucky an inappropriate boner in the middle of a crowded beach, then for once Steve might deign to look like an average guy enjoying a hot summer day with his man, rather than, you know, put to shame the rest of humankind with his luxuriant, marble-carved, sexy lumberjack league, mouth-watering presence.

But nope.

He walks out of the ocean with seafoam lapping longingly at his ankles, looking for all the world like Aphrodite and Magic Mike had hot writhing sex right there on the shore, without ever getting a single grain of sand in any uncomfortable places, and nine months later he happened, with his thick thighs and his tapered waist, and droplets of saltwater gliding down the slick planes of his torso like liquid diamonds. Which Bucky will abstain from licking off Steve’s skin, not because he’s feeling especially strong today, no – just so they don’t end up charged with public indecency. Again.

Steve’s face, though, as he splashes eagerly towards him, is the face of a kid who just spent the better part of an hour frolicking about in the water, flushed and animated, ecstatic, and bearing the promise of one hell of a nap sometime in the near future.

He seizes Bucky by the waist with his big wet paws, and presses a victorious kiss to Bucky’s mouth, nearly causing him to drop his ice cream bar – yes, the one Bucky bought just so he’d have an excuse to step back and enjoy the newly familiar sight of Steve Rogers having the time of his life, in the most joyful, delightfully mundane of ways.

He should get to be this carefree every day. Bucky feels very strongly about that.

“Come back in, honey, come on,” Steve cajoles, wearing the biggest, goofiest grin Bucky’s seen on him since the day he caught this very man hurtling down their driveway on a hoverboard at breakneck speed. It would have taken some pretty heavy divine intervention for him not to go crashing straight into the trashcans – and God must have thought it wasn’t worth the hassle, if the big oaf was just going to pick himself up and try again anyways.

“In a minute,” Bucky promises him. Because, while there might be a universe out there where he’s actually capable of denying this guy something he wants, it’s definitely not this one.

“Come on, the water’s great!” Steve presses on, his meaty hands squeezing gently at Bucky’s waist, deliciously cool against Bucky’s sun-warm skin. He’s like a big puppy begging for another treat, buzzing with energy, glowing with it from the apples of his flushed cheeks to the sparkling blue of his eyes. He is, for lack of a better word, fucking. precious.

Bucky slides his free hand up Steve’s chest, metal fingers stroking appreciatively over the dark whorls of his chest-hair. It’s ridiculous, how quickly he’s ready to give in.

“At least let me finish my ice cream, first,” he says, waving the thing under Steve’s nose. He could swear Steve’s ears perk up, like he’s only just noticed the stick in Bucky’s hand.

“Oh,” he says, and it’s a pleased kind of oh. “Can I have some?”

“’course. Here.”

Rather than passing the ice cream over to him, Bucky just lifts it to Steve’s lips, inviting him to take a bite.

Eyes crinkled with some secret pleasure, Steve leans in. The thin chocolate shell breaks with a crisp, satisfying crunch under his teeth, the creamy vanilla filling kissing his bottom lip and lingering there, helpless, until Steve collects it with a slow sweep of his tongue, never one to leave someone behind. The soft mmh he releases goes straight to Bucky’s gut, warming him from deep within.

He smiles, like he’s been trying to hold back and he just can’t help himself anymore. “Is it good?”

Steve gives him the Look – the one he gets in his eyes sometimes, when the toe-curling intensity of his gaze tells Bucky that he’s thinking about them – them in their bedroom, stumbling their way through the door with groping hands and tangled legs, laugh slipping into moan slipping back around into laugh, or on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake and the bag of sugar spill everywhere, or in the broom closet, caught by a mid-morning frenzy like they were last Saturday, quick and frantic and muffling each other’s moans, as if somebody might have walked in on them any second. And they’re in public, so Steve can’t do anything about it; but Bucky can tell he’s filing away all the words he wants to say and saving them for later, when he can lavish them straight onto Bucky’s sweat-slick skin.

“’S nice,” Steve rumbles, gaze dropping to Bucky’s lips for a long, deliberate moment. “But I know something better.”

A sweet shiver rolls down Bucky’s spine. “Do you, now.” He palms the side Steve’s neck, thumb circling over the delicate skin behind his earlobe, and pulls Steve to him, meeting him halfway into the kiss. Steve’s lips part gloriously for him, the hot caress of his tongue slipping the taste of chocolate and vanilla into Bucky’s welcoming mouth, spiked by a thrilling hint of salt.

A few drops of saltwater drip from Steve’s beard to land on Bucky’s bare chest, and from there trickle down his stomach, skirting his navel to soak into the waistband of his swim trunks, following a path Steve himself has traced with the tip of his tongue many a time.

Only too soon, Steve nudges his chin into Bucky’s own, pulling away, and Bucky chases his lips for one last peck before he lets go.

Steve looks back at him, eyelashes fanning darkly, thick with moisture. His eyes come alive with his smile, gleaming with the pure, blinding joy behind it. Openly adoring, they are, in a way Bucky couldn’t perceive any more clearly if Steve were spelling it out for him. He thinks Steve knows (how deeply, desperately) he feels the same way. He thinks he should tell Steve more often, just in case.

“You gonna join me, then?” Steve asks, all sun-kissed freckles and hopeful eyes, hands giving Bucky’s hips a playful little wiggle. Silly man. Bucky would reach up and pluck the sun out of the sky for him, if he only asked.

Bucky grins, and hopes it doesn’t scandalize any onlookers, with how obscenely fond it must be. “What about my ice cream, though?”

The curl of Steve’s mouth turns unexpectedly mischievous.

“Just hold it out of the water,” he says, and with no further ado, he swoops in to hook one arm behind Bucky’s knees and hoists him up, startling an undignified squeal out of him.

“What–! ”

Steve beams down at him, an almost manic glint in his eye. “Let’s go!”

And with the enthusiasm of an excited golden retriever, he goes bounding towards the glittering waves, kicking up wet sand behind them. Bucky grabs onto his broad shoulders, partly just to feel the firm muscle there, and partly out of a last-minute sense of self-preservation.

“Steve!” He calls out, laughter ripped out of his chest, sudden and shocking, as they splash a bunch of shrieking children on their path. “Put me down, you punk-ass manchild–”

“Nope,” says Steve, relenting only once the water’s reaching up to their chests. There, he stops, swaying gently with the tide, and shifts Bucky in his arms until he’s got Bucky’s legs wrapped around his middle, gathering him close. “I’m your ride for the day.”

And how could Bucky ever object to that? The ocean dances sweet and placid around them, warm under the midday sun, and the man he loves wants him here, tucked in the circle of his arms.

“Fine,” he says, pressing the word to Steve’s lips with a slow kiss. Fine, have it your way.

His last coherent thought, before Steve licks expertly into his mouth, is that they might not escape the public indecency allegations today, after all.

#stucky #stevebucky #rillers scribbles #why yes i do think my writing gets progressively dumber xD #can't help it #the braincell loves these boys #the braincell is trying its best #the braincell is probably going to take a break for the next 2837445098 years given my history #just wanted to exploit it a little bit before that happens