#[ just saying ]

[jesuistrestriste]

art being ur boyfriend and u somehow find out he humps his pillows.. maybe you walk in on him or he forgets to wash his pillow case and it’s just fucking covered in cum… you make him put on a show for you

art’s too busy now to hear anything you’re saying. he’s trying so desperately to cling to your words and respond, but he feels too good.

being watched by you feels too fucking good.

you’re sat on the edge of the bed while he lays over his pillow and ruts wetly into it. his hips rocking urgently and desperately as he gasps and keens, blinking blearily over to you as your voice swirls incoherently in his head.

“that’s it, baby… this is so hot, oh my god… can’t believe you couldn’t wait till i was home,” you smirk, “couldn’t wait to rub your greedy cock against something, so now you get your pillow instead of my tight hole.”

he can’t make out anything you’re saying, his own whines and groans filling his ears, but the way you’re looking at him does enough. it spreads an itchy heat through his entire body that pools in his balls and then slides to his tip.

“unnngh—!” he moans, his lips parting as his brows knit up. he grips the pillow tighter.

you chuckle.

“good god, artie… you look like a pornstar… come on, that’s all you got? put your back into it…

fuck it like you’re fucking me.”

and holy hell, he hears that last bit. it rings through his head, and then he can’t help it. he’s pounding into the plushness trapped under his pelvis and picturing that he’s being squeezed by your squishy inner walls.

“ohh, hah— haah! i’m gonna come, i’m gonna come for you— can i come inside you?”

he’s babbling, clearly losing his head.

but you take pity on him. he looks like he’s too lost in it to hold back anyways if you wanted to deny him. so you nod, and reach out to stroke a hand through the back of his hair. “yeah, babe. let go.”

uffff he’s gone in an instant !

eyes rolling back before he squeezes them shut and curls in on himself, shallowly thrusting as he dribbles his hot load over the already-soaked pillow. he nearly mewls.

his body jolts here and there with the aftershocks until he feels your hand over his back, and then he’s reaching out for you with a look on his face that tells you he needs you. he’s sorry. he’ll be good now. he’ll wait.

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

✨ Nothing to see here ✨

[sephirthoughts]

absolutely no one:

me: sephiroth

[imbibitormel]

me and my servant that i hate

[tyanis]

Kinda feel like there's some untapped meme/reaction image potential from old horror movie trailers...

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[ramquest]

The Magnus Archives is a horror podcast WRONG

The Magnus Archives is a RomCom WRONG

It's the world most elaborately made and longest anti smoking ad lmao

[teaboot]

Anyways as someone who has attended kink events

There are fat people at the orgy

There are elderly people at the orgy

There are disabled people at the orgy

There are trans people at the orgy

There are neurodivergent people at the orgy

People with white collar jobs are at the orgy

People with blue collar jobs are at the orgy

Stay at home moms are at the orgy

Adults who live with their parents are at the orgy

Asexuals are at the orgy

And yeah in media "kinky" shit is always thin young perfect hard bodies in skintight leather and latex but I that's the image in your head you should probably know that a more realistic link event looks less like Eyes Wide Shut and more like passengers of a public city bus attending two to three various costume parties and they're all having a FANTASTIC time that will occasionally get sidetracked by an incredibly passionate conversation regarding the history of Roman catholicism in Eastern Europe or various species of invasive birds

Which is to say that if you've managed to locate a kink community near you but are nervous about joining in because you think you're not young/fit/skinny/rich/"pretty"/normal/charismatic/abled/horny enough then honestly you're probably fine, go to the munch and make some friends

[frownyalfred]

The command structure / ranking of the Justice League is actually super hard to understand from the outside, if you think about it. How many times have alien diplomatic missions arrived to meet with them, only to struggle to pick out who they should direct their communications toward? Sure, you’ve got the Kryptonian, he’s big and flashy and recognizable across sectors. But there’s an Amazonian princess standing next to him who looks dangerous and speaks like a royal. You’ve got an Atlantean king behind her, also royal, also dangerous. You’ve got a Green Lantern of the Sector with trace ion signatures from all the recent battles in nearby galaxies, and then — then — you have a man in black, shadowy armor who doesn’t introduce himself, who doesn’t speak or negotiate unless the others falter, yet ever single one of them looks to him as the conversation proceeds — checking, assuring, looking for guidance etc. is he the leader, then?

[balis77]

Fun fact: Samus' zero suit is a bodysuit in more recent games instead of the tank-top she wore in older games because at this point, she's been spliced with so many species' DNA you really don't want to see what the rest of her skin looks like.

[lavendervirgos]

I would look so pretty all tied up and being a little mess for you

[rumble-bee-art]

It may be a less known fact of her biography that Jane Austen kickstarted both one angel penchant for cotillion and one demon love for spy adventures

[pucksandpower]

According to multiple motorsport news outlets, Williams will announce that they are signing Carlos Sainz for the 2025 season in Barcelona.

But I want to talk about Logan Sargeant.

I started cheering for him as a sort of joke — I am a lifelong Ferrari fan but felt it was my patriotic duty to support him as a fellow American.

However, it became evident over the past few seasons that my fandom is now very much real.

He is humble and hardworking and never complained about the cards handed to him (no matter how much Williams set him up for failure by not giving him upgrades even when his teammate would get them and taking away his car for a weekend when his teammate crashed and then making him drive with that repaired chassis and running out of recent parts which forced him to drive with a rear wing from 2023).

I know Formula 1 is a business. I know Formula 1 is a competition. I know Logan Sargeant is not exactly one of the best drivers on the grid. But … I also know that he deserved a chance to show what he could do on equal ground, especially when he has been doing the best he could this season with a less than ideal situation.

I guess what I want to say is that whatever happens from here on out, Logan Sargeant has made a lifelong fan in me.

I hope to see him back on the track somewhere very soon after this year ❤️

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #51

Damian would like it on the record that this is Todd's fault. If Todd hadn't encouraged Damian to start making fan art, he wouldn't be in this mess. Stupid Todd, Damian should've known better than to listen to him.

But here he was, blushing like mad as he nervously asked his favorite author to sign the fan art he had made for his book. He was such an idiot! Danny Fenton surely would be-

"Oh this is amazing! Do you have any prints I can buy off of you?"

Damian will swear up and down he did not faint.

[townlizzardposts]

Out of context this image looks like someone gave Senshi a crate of coke.

[qqueenofhades]

Cmon Ohio, baby. You used to be a swing state. You know after all this gargantuan bullshit that you wanna flip. You would look so pretty in blue. You know you want to.