Tomfoolery Silly Billy

HI HI HI I MADE AN ANIMATIC OF WILFORD WARFSTACHE AND UH ABE. PLEASE ENJOY...

Hey markiplier ego fandom. Are we. Like alive...???

He wants that cookie BAD.

Simon and Ryland eat Mexican food. Because I went to go eat with my family at this traditional Mexican place and because I'm a picky eater, especially with textures (squishy meat..) I just went with tacos. I drew these in the car :3

Simon had Ryland in a full nelson position, driving in and out of him in a frantic, almost obvious desperate rhythm. God this was embarrassing. Or atleast for Simon. He felt like some dog in heat. Ryland couldn’t give much of a fuck anyways because, 1. His brain is melted right now and 2. He is having the time of his life. Jesus christ, Ryland never knew he could fold his body like that…Wow. His glasses were crooked, only one of his temples out of the two (duh) on his glasses were hanging on his ear. Simon's scarred muscular arm bent underneath Ryland’s knees. Each thrust making Ryland’s ankles and glasses bounce at the vibration. Ryland threw his head back, landing on Simon’s shoulder. His increasingly loud moans fill Simon’s ear against his own rough gritty grunting and panting. Both noises combined sounded utterly and unfairly beautiful. “F..Fuhh- Fudge! I can’t-” Ryland whined. “Just a little- more for me…m’kay?” Simon says, giving an almost too gentle peck on Rylands’ sweaty cheek. Suddenly, caught off guard, Ryland was pressed against the cold table. Simon had changed positions and was now hovering over Ryland. His pace didn’t falter for a single moment, not when they’re this close to their peak. Ryland looked over his shoulder as best as he could and saw the light emphasizing the sweat on Simons’ forehead, his wavy dark hair sticking to it. God Ryland looked so pretty like that. His eyes half-lidded and practically begging with his eyes for Simon to just let him cum. It was painful in the best way for Ry. A small groan rumbled in Rylands’ throat, his Adam's apple shaking when he swallowed hard. “Shhh..I know, I’m right there okay?” Simon cooed. “I need it- I need it so bad right now Si!..Please!” Ryland was on the verge of crying at this point. His eyes were glistening already. “Alright alright, I hear you.” Simon couldn’t help himself, those tears even out of pleasure made his heart twist. Simon fastened his pace one more time before his hips started to stutter. Ryland was way ahead of him, his cock bobbing as each spurt of that sticky liquid dripped onto the floor beneath them. He slumped against the table, fully resting on it. A small reluctant whimper muffled against his lips when he felt the warm sensation of Simons’ cum in him. He shivered when he felt Simon pull out, the sudden temperature change was an unpleasant surprise.  “You look great.” Simon teased. “Just clean me. Please…” Ryland replied tiredly. “You feel great too.” Ryland could hear the smugness in his voice. “JUST GET THE WIPES!” He said louder than his voice before, which doesn’t really say much. “Alright alright, sorry.” Simon put his hand up in mock surrender before walking away to get the wipes as requested.

These first one is suggestive. Sorry.

I am the first person ever to draw Simon and ryland grace tongue kissing on a protein chocolate bar

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