#Yeah. yeah

[sewaryka]

craziest love confessions caught on tape

[devotivesugarrush]

i depend on you

(but make it patrochilles)

merged by ashes, reunited in death🥀

[prisma-palace]

grandiflora more like. more like LAMEiflora. amirite

@bluestarlett

[haejjoon]

anatomy practice

[mummer]

to die will be a kind of relief. don’t you think? vs. it’s best to live, i think. however you do it. vs. alicent admitting “i wish to live” for the first time in her entire sorry life vs. speaking for the grotesques i beg to differ— death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities vs. if i die i die friendless and abandoned. what choice did that leave him but to live? vs. jaime what are you doing no no you must live vs. not dead, just broken, like me, i’m not dead either vs. men’s lives have meanings, not their deaths vs. SOBBING he took another STEP 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

[brokenmercy]

[shalomniscient]

ohhhhh maiqo the artist that you are………….. [nsft utc—]

cw. strap ons, mentions of fingering and a blow job, size kink kinda

boss form arle and her stupidly big strap, lounging back on her burning throne, legs spread wide with hardly a care. her dark eyes watch you carefully as you approach her, dolled up in delicate lace, a lamb to slaughter. she sees the hesitance in your eyes, and she coos at you, beckoning you forward with a clawed hand.

“come now, pretty little thing,” she says, deceptively gentle, “no need to be scared.”

you swallow, but obey her command nonetheless, stepping forward until you stand between her thighs, and the tip of the strap touches your own. it’s warm to the touch. arlecchino’s hands find the plush of your legs, squeezing lightly, then tugging you into her lap. your knees go on either side of her hips, the length of her strap now resting along your clothed slit.

you shudder at the dull pressure, hands finding her shoulders for support. arlecchino kisses your temple and then, with her hands on your hips, makes you grind against the length of her cock. breathless little noises spill from your lips at the friction on your clit and the pleasure starting to buzz through your veins. sometimes she’ll pull you up a little higher, high enough that the tip of her strap bumps against your clothed entrance, making the ruined fabric of your panties stick even more to your pussy as you gasp.

“arle—“ you whine, but she shushes you with a kiss.

“patience, sweet thing. i need to ensure you’re ready—i want you to cum on my cock, not break on it.”

her words alone make you shudder, imagining what it’d be like to finally be filled completely by her. she makes you cum twice first—the first by just grinding on her dick, and the second on her fingers (with her claws retracted, of course). she finished up with making you clean her strap with your tongue, smearing your own cum across your lips as you licked along the red shaft and suckled on the tip.

once she’s finally satisfied, she hoists you back up to your feet and onto her lap. her hands make quick work of your underwear, shredding it off and throwing it off to the side somewhere. she grips your hips like a vise, positioning your bare, slick cunt over the tip of her strap and delighting in the way you whine. your fingers dig into the fabric of her sleeves, so much so she can feel the indent of your nails in the muscles of her arms.

“relax,” she hums, and then slowly lowers you down onto her cock. your breath hitches as just the tip pushes into your tight hole, stretching you out, and promising more to come. slowly, you take her inch by inch as her hands on your hips push you down. your eyes nearly roll back into your head at the sensation of being gradually filled, of having your innermost walls being forced open by something so deliciously big. you take her about halfway before you’re panting and scrabbling at her shoulders, choked little gasps spilling form your lips. even breathing in feels difficult with the way she feels like she’s taking up so much space inside you.

“almost there, sweet thing,” arlecchino murmurs, opting to use one hand to soothingly stroke up and down your back. her eyes are completely trained on your cunt as it spreads around her cock, transfixed by the way your abdomen twitched with each inch she sinks into you. not to mention the bulge forming in your cute little tummy that she can’t wait to press down on as she fucks you.

you whimper as she guides more of her dick inside you, her thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit to get you to relax more. finally, finally your hips fall flush to hers, and you practically topple onto her at the feeling of being so full. you can feel each ridge and vein on her artificial cock as it presses against your walls, almost like molding you to its shape. arlecchino exhales roughly, near dizzy with the knowledge she’s all the way inside you, that you’ve managed to take all of her frankly ridiculous size in your cute cunt.

“good girl,” she murmurs, her voice low and raspy. she plants a burning kiss on your neck, and revels in the way your entire body shudders. a dangerous little smile tugs at her lips as she takes your jaw in one hand and makes you meet her eyes, her dark ones against your glossy, near-fucked out ones even when she hasn’t done anything.

well. not yet. she intends to reward you very well in a few moments—such is the recourse for good girls, is it not?

[zooblenation]

[brainrotisseriechicken]

almost late to halloween </3 sailor au stuff for thee

happy halloween !

[blushedfemmes]

i don’t talk about it much but i <3 size difference…. i daydream about domming a butch who’s bigger than me. taller, heavier, stronger, thicker. i want to press my heel to their bulge. make them squirm and whine. i want to perch on their tree-trunk thigh while i tease them and rile them up until they’d do anything to be good for me. i want to use only my voice and my hands and my femme wiles to lull them into complete submission, both of us knowing that they could physically overpower me in a heartbeat if they wanted to. i just need to make a big subby butch melt!!! for my mental health

[taxidermycanine]

y'all ever have days where every little thing goes wrong and everybody just pisses you off so you're constantly in a state of

[randomfansstuff]

i also wanna just mention the probably most obvious metaphor in dark heir and rise. the hair lengths.

sarcean and anharion both being described as having really long hair. hair holding memories. both james and will having short cut hair. james having slightly longer hair than will since he's been aware of his circumstance for longer.

will's hair growing longer in italy, when they're close to the old palace and his past. hair holds memories.

their distance to their past being symbolised by how long their hair it.

[jjcocker]

"men dni this post is for lesbians" "lesbian is a term for women or woman aligned people(...)" "lesbian specifically excludes men"

[prisma-palace]

ok

[upathosarts]

quebecois claudine jumpscare