#I LOVE HIM !!!!!….

[oakyadair]

my favorite type of grian posts are the ones he made years ago that only got dug up recently

[black-wolf-spirit-art]

1980's Stanley by poor wet puppy dog.

[girlw-amermaidtattoo]

My future husband showed me this quote & I swear I instantly fell in love with him ❤️

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[overtake]

pics and videos or it didn’t happen 🫵🫵🫵 [tweet]

[poisonsage808]

“Were you followed?”

He shakes his head.

“Are you sure?” You asked with narrowed eyes, wagging a finger at his chest, “Like 100% positive?”

Steb sighs. Humoring you, his scales flare as he turns around with the roll of his eyes. Turning back, he shrugs his arm out as if it was proof enough. The pointed, sardonic look he shot you made you cross your arms.

“I don’t appreciate your tone, mister.”

A mixed noise leaves his lips as they tilt up into a genuine smile.

“And now you’re laughing at me!”

This time when he shakes his head, his eyes sparkle with adoration and mirth. It warms your heart to know exactly what he’s thinking now. You’re crazy, he wants to say. Embracing your debatable madness, Steb holds his arms out and you’re crashing into him instantly, hugging back tightly.

You sigh into his chest, content, “I missed you too.”

[argonmasters]

B127 is home, part 1.

He got separated from Elita in transit and had to travel alone. He's pretty freaked out.

[cherrygirlfriend]

esquire was so real for titling this article ‘everyone wants a piece of drew starkey’

[hinatsu]

katsuki would be so damn clingy as your bf </33

he’d follow you everywhere, all throughout the house. in the morning, the second you get out of bed, hes right behind you. if you head to the bathroom, hes there too, phone in hand, leaning against the doorway while you brush your teeth or go through your skincare routine.

when you wander into the kitchen to start breakfast, hes trailing after you, barely awake but watching your every move like its the most interesting thing in the world. his hand finding its way to your waist as the other rubs the crust from his eyes, resting his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your temple and hugs you from behind while you wash up the dishes from last nights dinner, his arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go.

its quiet the entire time, no words, just him soaking up your presence like he cant get enough of you.

and when you finally sit down to eat, hes stealing bits of food off yr plate even tho he swore up and down he wasnt hungry, and if you try to swat him away, he’ll just smirk and tease you, his fingers quick enough to snatch another bite before you can stop him. he doesnt even care what it is; you made it, so its automatically good.

later, when you’re trying to get things done, hes still there, hovering nearby. sitting on the couch with one arm thrown over the backrest, watching you move around the room. occasionally he’ll call you over just to pull you into his lap, lips brushing against your neck as he grumbles, “ ‘been movin’ around too much,, sit still for a minute.”

it doesnt matter what ur doing— laundry, cleaning, even just scrolling through your phone on the other side of the room, he needs you close, always. and at night, when you’re finally back in bed, hes pulling you into him, one leg thrown over yours, holding onto you so tight its like hes afraid youll disappear… i need him so bad

[moonlitministry]

Mandatory chain ghoul posting

[ciceroartwork]

SNAKE SNAKE SNAK ELOOK AT HIM HES SO PRETTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I LOVE HIM BHES JUST A LITTLE GUY

NEW !!! SNAKE DISCOVERED

ITS CALLED THE LIMESTONE EYELASH PIT VIPER. THAT iS SO CUTE. ITS SO PRETTY

[prouc]

Smut without story

If you managed to fuck Art (which we can all admit it would be not so probable to begin with), he would absolutely kill you after, before or in between doing it. I think this man is not a necrophiliac entirely, and actually prefers a warm cunt than a cold and dry one, but I don’t think he would be against fucking a corpse.

But if you surprisingly managed to pull this bastard between your legs, I’d say it would go this way.

—>

Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, almost as if had a mind of her own and wanted to suck his soul out of the very hole that managed to kiss your cervix each time the clown thrusted forward.

Your hands trying to maintain yourself up while grabbing the sink in front of you, your legs right now demonstrating how wobbly they were and useless to support your weight. You didn’t even remember how, when or where…

But it all happened so fast, your pussy almost releasing a damn waterfall when you saw the characteristic clown costume that made your panties wet.

You “knew” him, you couldn’t help yourself, each time you saw a photo of him in the news, you were always making sure to close your legs together as much as you could while biting your lower lip painfully hard, hand already creeping down your shorts.

You had “met” him in an alley, you were too drunk to care for your well-being, or the fact that the County Miles clown was in front of you, bag on his back and the menacing grin all his victims got to see before killed. Your fucked up brain (for liking this killer clown and being drunk) decided it was a good idea to go running towards him in a drunken stumble, almost yelling how hot he was and how wet he always made you. The clown stopped smiling, almost as if it was thinking how down bad you had to be to not fear him right now or maybe he was just confused. It didn’t matter in that moment, your core had throbbed upon seeing him and you were already pleading for him to fuck you little needy hole. You had the luck to find him in a good mood, deciding to humor you before turning your brain into mush.

So there you were, being finally fucked by the clown that twisted your panties in such a good way. The clown waved at you mockingly as he saw you look up to him, eyes glassy and hazy, lips slightly puffy from biting them constantly and black lipstick all over them in a messy sign that you had made out with the him moments earlier.

The clown laughed silently and dramatically at the sight of your face, a trail of saliva smudging the black lipstick in its way down, Art grabbed your throat, his palm on the front of your throat, forcing you to look up at him while he fucked your brains out, arching your back as far as he could. Hard, sharp and wet slaps decorating your moans and gasps in the tiny restroom of the gas station you guys were in.

It was a specific throb of your pussy that made the ever dramatic and playful clown drop his act immediately, as if someone had punched him in the gut with pleasure with the way your pussy uncontrollably clenched around his cock.

His expressions turned into a hard glare that sent a shiver down your spine, now uncomfortably bent by the way he was grabbing you. You would have thought he was mad if it wasn’t for the way his eyes softened just a little hint, not of “adoration” but of pleasure, you saw him clench his jaw as he looked down into your eyes, he was absolutely fucking you until you cried.

—>

You couldn’t breathe, your legs had went numb minutes ago, he was the only one making sure you didn’t buckle and fell to the floor. The repetition of the harsh slaps of his balls against your puffy clit made your clench your eyes shut, droll falling to the floor as he continued pounding into you, his face harsh, serious and just focused on your face and expressions. You had came just by his thrusts at least four times and you couldn’t speak, breath or even think coherently at this point, and yet this fucking clown hadn’t came once, as if he was purposely just edging himself again and again, as if he didn’t want this to stop.

He had you in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips as your head rested on the crook of his neck, arms limps around his neck as he never stopped pounding into you. You were absolutely subbing at this point, not knowing if it was from pleasure or how sensitive you had become. He grabbed the back of your head as your back touched the damp and dirty wall of the restroom, his other hand grabbing your ass so you wouldn’t fall down.

He surely wasn’t normal, or human to that matter, you had taken notice of this in the bad way, he was restless and had inhumane force by the way he had manhandled you, his slender figure doing no justice to how fucking strong he was.

After a few stuttering snaps of his hips, he rested the head of his cock deep inside of you, almost tenderly letting it kiss the entrance of your cervix, white long streaks of cum coating your walls as you shivered in his arms, eyes not being able to open anymore, your body not responding.

—>

He looked at your limp figure resting against the wall, sat up in the floor while breathing heavily and shakily. You were tired? How cute, but now he was going to take his prize for humoring your cunt. He booped your nose, cooing mockingly at your figure before dressing himself up again, not even tired. His hands grabbed the axe of his ever present bag, slinging it over his shoulder before plunging it into your tired cockdrunk skull.

Thanking you silently for the fun.

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Disclaimer: I’m not a good writer, I’m sorry if it’s bad, English is really not my first language 😭

I’m just a Spanish girl obsessed by Art the Clown…🫶🏻

Literally the song I was listening to when writing this —>

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[qwq14]

Dvalin my beautiful little dumbass

Art by @kamiiart_

https://twitter.com/kamiiart_

[grudge-core]

shhh let my husband sleep he's tired <3

1. https://x.com/okaya_t/status /1646000578122907653

2. https://x.com/osusiudon/status /141127980961166.9504/photo/1

[enigmaticwhore]