Deffo spicy but WHATEVER!! MARKUS! MARKUS PLEASE LET ME HIT! ILL BE GOOD I SWEAR!!
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Deffo spicy but WHATEVER!! MARKUS! MARKUS PLEASE LET ME HIT! ILL BE GOOD I SWEAR!!
okay but art with deep, long strokes, maybe even pronebone style? he's just so good and too much and it's just perfect and his hips are heavy against the cusp of your ass with each push and he's whining and whimpering how much he loves you and yeah
see??? welcome to pronebone nation ✨
My mind keeps going back to that New Rochelle hotel room scene with Tashi for some reason. Maybe you’ve just had a fight, a big argument… or maybe a cold war brewing for a while. But whatever it was, it ends on a weird note makes you roll over and turn off the light without so much as a quick good night.
Art knows he had fucked up. Big time. He can’t see your tears, but he can hear your faint sniffles against the pillow. His hand reaches out to you first, stroking your waist ever so gently. You don’t push him away, so he braves himself to shift closer. You can feel his calluses against the soft skin of your torso as he begs you, “Baby, please… I need you to look at me…” You shake your head, not budging. He mouths at your shoulder blade and the back of your neck, "please, baby... i need you..." and he knows this isn't the time, you're absolutely pissed at him and he's half aching in his gut at the sight of your body in a silk cami dress. And you know him like the back of your hand, so you grind your hips against him, "you need me? take me then," letting him flip your dress up and bottom out inside you in a pathetic attempt of an apology. He touches you everywhere, your hips, your nipples, your clit... never wanting to be unsheathed from you for too long. Holding onto you as he pleads, "I don't need anything else... just you, just this... please baby, tell me you'll forgive me..."
hi. so it’s never time to shut up about the sekai taikai ever
Bruh, you can't whine about not having a happy, healthy relationship and then be as cold and dismissive as a toxic ex, lmao!
GOOFY GOOBERS ASSEMBLE...
Ordering my first binder today I'm so fucking chuffed
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If it was just him within the clearing then Remus would have unleashed the Fiendfyre, he knows he would have, but it’s not just him, and he’s choking back tears that feel worse than the smoke because he can sacrifice himself but he can’t sacrifice Sirius and Regulus, he can’t. They’re the two bright stars in his endless night sky, the lights that make the moon’s darkness bearable, and he loves them both too much to even consider being the one to snuff them out. It’s selfish and he hates himself for it but he can’t do it.
The Horcrux Hunt - @lostmykeysie
hes just a little boy and before he was born they painted his nursery