#but with the hashtag

[silkieluv]

WAS NO ONE GONNA TELL ME CAPTAIN HOLT AND ALEXANDER HAMILTON ARE IN HOUSE MD???????

[yiddishfisting]

"neurotypicals have this special way of saying 'okay' that makes you feel like shit after infodumping your special interest" anyone can do that actually

[hellkitepriest]

[scalytunster]

Wives.

[madscientistreaction]

guy from cowboy game

[probablynoah2223]

Pretty self-explanatory

[solitarydoomsday]

yes i drew twilight sparkle smoking a bong. yes im proud of it. yes i also spent way too long on the bong. i never expected to be drawing something like THIS at my grown age when i was a child watching this show, but here we are i guess.

[dudedidujust]

The daily planet runs a front page article calling superman the light of mankind

Cue the batfam launching a counter campaign in support of Signal,  the real Light of Mankind.

It starts as a joke but quickly derails into an all out war.

[non-sims]

[androdragynous]

internat habits that are good to learn

[98chao]

YURIKA!

[captaincanonly]

I LOVE RHESE BOZOS!!!

[himecommunism]

thank you tuoi tre news this is the funniest way you can post this

[hellkitepriest]

having friends who you discuss and write niche pornography with is like. ok here’s the nuclear launch codes for my psyche. don’t do anything weird with it haha

[gossamyrrh]

gentle somno, cnc, creampie ... ୨ৎ afab!reader

✦ thinking about suguru coming home late one night, ridiculously hammered from a work event with his head pounding, only to find you, his sweet wife, sleeping on the sofa, your shorts riding up your plush thighs—rosy lips parted just slightly.

his first thought is that you probably dozed off waiting up for him. closed your eyes for a second before your exhaustion overtook you, as it has so many times before. the notion brings a clumsy smile to his face, and before he knows it, he’s drunkenly giggling to himself. thinks, fuck, i'm so lucky.

his second thought, however, is.... far less pure. hits him suddenly as he nears you, gets a glimpse of your skin up close, smells that familiar, signature, honeyed sweetness of your body wash that he just fucking adores.

and without warning, his cock is rising in his trousers, throbbing with a raw need, and he’s on you in a second.

belt buckle undone, trousers unzipped, he’s pulling out his stiff cock and swaying over you as he struggles to tug your bottoms off in his drunken stupor. it takes him a couple tries—a few, really—but eventually he gets it, shoves it down your legs until it tangles at your ankles, a groan caught in his throat upon discovering only your glistening, bare cunt.

no panties?, he thinks. were you trying to surprise him with a little gift for when he came home? is....this the gift? your cunt?

he doesn’t dwell on the question for long.

he gives himself a few experimental tugs before he’s gently sliding inside of you with an ease that makes him suspect you prepped yourself beforehand. the thought makes him release a pathetic, gasping moan.

i'm so fucking lucky, he thinks again. because how many other men have a partner who is willing to offer themselves on a silver platter just to please them? how many others have that synergy? that trust? that devotion?

suguru rocks into you with sloppy thrusts, nearly melts at the sensation of your soft, velvety cunt, nearly cums, too, but he holds it down. grabs your hips to angle you just right, fingernails biting into your soft skin, and (he blames this on the alchohol. the lack of restraint) starts whining as your tight cunt starts clenching down around him. squeezes him in such a delightful way he fears all the veins in his head might pop!

“f-fuck, that’s s’good.” he whispers, grunting softly, eyes screwed shut with an unfathomable amount of pleasure.

he doesn’t know what—maybe it’s the thrill of it all, of the taking. it’s taboo nature. the stigma that surrounds it—but after a few more thrusts and groans, he’s shuddering as he cums in your poor, little abused cunt, filling you to the brim and covering the skin at the crux of your thighs with his hot, white seed.

he leaves it there—leaves you full—doesn’t bother cleaning up.

that’s his little ‘thank you’ gift for you to wake up to…