Just Wanna Set The Record Straight, I Support Both Luigi Mangione AND Whoever Shot Brian Thompson. Just

"God, forgive me for I have sinned." The young priest looked up, seeing you. A devil grinning with your hard cock in front of his face, poking his soft cheeks. "But this is for everyone's own good..."

He then puts your whole length in his mouth, immediately down to his throat—moaning crying like a slut. While his small cock twitching and already sprouting precums. "You, called yourself holy?" You asked while thrusting into the young priest's throat. Making him gagged, at your response, he shook his head.

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"Mhmm~! Daddy!!" And there he was. The once known to be a priest—now, wearing a short black skirt, fucking himself with your cock on your thorne as your guards watch everything. His brain is filled with nothing but your cock.

"Bounced faster you bitch." You spat out, smacking his cheeks making him moan—you played along with his hardened nipples as he bounced faster as sinful sounds echoed.

Your guards held their weapon as tight as possible when he cums again on the fourth time. Moaning your name like a prayer. You looked down, seeing his cum. You thought to yourself; were you too cruel to him?

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

reblog if you’re a writer who feels guilt whenever they’re not writing and being productive, so I know I’m not the only one lol

"Doomed by the narrative" is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it's so good as a concept

fuck it. worm on a string picrew chain. let's fucking go

happy worm creation my friends

tagging @areyoudoingthis @cursed-coat-of-homosexuality @peanutbutterex @tfemteach @piratecaptainscaptainpirates (no pressure 💛)

Scooby-Doo's first episode came out in 1969, Janet died in then 50s and Rhonda died in 1963. So imagine the group sneaking around in the last episode and someone says "this is some Scooby-Doo shit" and Rhonda and Janet don't get it. (Also 'What's New Scooby-doo' was 02 so Quinn would know that version, so imagine them all singing the version they know and Quinn starts singing a rock version, lol)

I need a guy that I love more than the fictional ones. Until then I will remain pining over non-existent men on Tumblr.

what a beautiful day to remember that trans people of color exist and deserve better

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

You, every night.