#wahhHHHHH

[poppy-metal]

that first fuck after you and art get back together in fail marriage au goes on for HOURS. like you just don’t get tired and you can’t stop touching each other and relishing in the fact you’re allowed to now. you both cry like 4 times each MINIMUM. but towards the beginning art doesn’t fuck you for so long. doesn’t even let you touch him. he just spreads your legs and plays with your pussy with his face inches away. with his nice long fingers spreading you open, playing with your clit stretching your little cunt open on his fingers occasionally, watching you get wetter and wetter under his watchful gaze. he just talks to you and plays with you and ignores it when you whine and beg for more because you’re his again. you’re his and he’ll do what he wants with you. he’ll look for as long as he needs to feel safe, like you won’t disappear again. he’ll look until it feels real, that you trust him enough to let him see all of you again. so he breathes on your wet, fat pussy. he touches it for what feels like hours, but is probably more like 30 minutes. just his fingers. just playing. touching you however he wants to touch. making you feel however he wants you to feel. you’re his. he’ll fuck you when he thinks you’re ready. god.

oh it's the most intense sex of either of your lives - arts finally managed to wrangle your ass into his bed - you're wearing his ring again - and things are already different from before. he yanks your panties down your legs, nearly tearing the fabric. and when you sit up with a gasp he's pressing you back down, not asking, not pleading for it, he grips you under your knees and shoves them up your chest "dont put these down." he tells you - "god, i need to look at you."

not eat you out - though he plans on doing that plenty - but look at you. kneeling before you and sliding his palms down your trembling legs. you hook an arm under your knees to keep your legs up like he asked - no, told you to - already so fucking wet. he rubs up and down your thighs as he just.... looks. the pretty pout of your cunt - the fat jut of your lips. he lets his mouth fill with spit, the phantom taste of you on his tongue - salty and sweet. "you're so pretty down here. fuck." can't believe this is all his again. when he thought he'd never have you again, when he thought he'd never get to see, or taste, or be inside you again. worse than torture.

when he gently parts you with his fingers you gasp. "art..." but he shushes you, because hes not done. holding your lips apart with two fingers - the wet sheen of your slit pulsing in front of him. god. he loves you. he loves you so much. you're so pretty and perfect and wet.

"you don't take this from me again." he squeezes you with his free hand. "i mean it." his voice sounds deep and rough, and your cunt throbs at the possessive cadence in it. yes, yes.

"i wont -" you tell him, breathless. "please - please i need you so bad."

he leans forward. his on the back of your leg. his hair tickles you and one of your hands reaches down to run through his hair. soft and silky. you're gonna run your hands through it everyday, you think. your husband. you'll never stop.

"say it again." he sounds like hes begging now. he runs his thumb through the wet center of you. petting through your slit - nudging against where you start to give - pushing inside just the barest inch. "say you need me."

"need you - " you tell him. you say it again and again and art groans. his cock throbs in his boxers but that part wont come till later. after he's had his fill with you like this. he folds back the hood of your clit, sucking in his breath at the sight of your throbbing little clit. perked up and nearly bulging with desire. flooded with blood and fat with need. it twitches when he brushes a knuckle over it. your hips jerk.

"so fucking pretty - you're so fucking sweet, baby. god. this pussy -" he rubs circles, gentle and teasing around your quivering bud. his thumb gets drenched in your slick when you react to that. "yeah, you like being told how fucking gone i am for your pussy? how much i suffered without it? you're never leaving this bed again."

an exaggeration, but you whine all the same. you'd stay in bed as long as he wanted. let him pet and play with your body - because it was his to enjoy. and you happily gave it over to him.

when his tongue touches you - you nearly flinch off the bed. body like a livewire from his prolonged exploration - but his hands band around your waist. press you down into the mattress. his tongue traces the path his fingers went, swiping through your wet slit, down, down down. he dips it inside you. moaning full bodied as the taste of you soaks his tongue. his nose bumps your sensitive clit and your eyes nearly roll back. he's licking inside you - sweeping and caressing along your walls - like he's trying to pull out all your juices, suck them back into his mouth. there's an obscene wet slurping sound but it just makes you wetter for him.

he makes you cum at least three times on his face before he even starts working his thick cock inside you.

[nartothelar]

sicko again

[corysius]

“ The time for sleep is now

but it’s nothing to cry about

‘cause we’ll hold each other soon. “

They make me very sad, I hope the originals are together wherever they ended up after they passed SKDKDC

[acrosstobear]

Norris brothers 🧡

[luffyismss]

[jeyneofpoole]

lyanna (after lehmann’s ophelia)

[crow-skull]

Ouugguuhhggh

[stefisdoingthings]

holy wars

[xxivletxx]

did I post this here? no you get to look at it then

[strangegremlin]

“Your father taught you to hunt, I’m going to teach you how to fish.”

[natjennie]

"is my god kristen?" "she is your president" LISTENENNNNNN the fig and kristen dynamic is sooooooo

[a-weepin-willow]

Siffrin’s birthday in general FUCKS me up

Like it’s probably not his real birthday bc how the fuck would they remember that???? But then that raises the question of where the date comes from?????

Does he celebrate his birthday??? They most definetly forget it and then remembers ”oh it was my birthday yesterday” and everyone else freaks out

I also imagine the loops to tale place in late august so that would mean that HIS BIRTHDAY IS RIGHT AFTERWARDS

And do you ever think he woke up one loop did the math and was like ”oh. It must be my birthday.”

…

[roachemoji]

🤡 ⭐️ funny little cardigan 🌙 ❤️

maybe I'll actually dress up and style an outfit or something

[mithrun-house-of-kerensil]

they made her so little

[sleeping-at-sea]

Odysseus literally begging Athena for help after he almost attempts.

I’m never going to be the same.

Jorge what have you done to me.

[whosectype]

Only way to cope with MAG 200 was to draw a portrait of my favorite character, obviously