#*growl*

[dollya-robinprotector]

PC can enter Robin's room naked and I think this should be taken to the next logical step where both of you are sitting naked and PC just casually cockwarms him the whole day. And they are playing games <3

You know what? Exactly my point, but since PC doesn't really come to school too often anymore cuz she's been busy fooling around with Wren, smashing stuffs in Remy's estate, go hunt the Ivory Wraith,... She'd prefer reading some books stolen from Sydney to maintain her school performance than playing games all day.

*Sigh* I wish PC and the school kids could graduate. School performance's such a pain to maintain when there are too many other things to do.

[butteredpenny-reblogs]

There's no way to report ads?

I literally just screenshotted a transphobic ad. Tumblr, what the hell are you doing?

I'm literally trans. This is practically the transgender website. What the fuck.

Also to clarify I saw this on an alt account on tumblr mobile where I don't mention I'm trans or interact with posts about being trans.

[cracknoir]

Jimmy at least twice a week:

[thebeastywithin666]

[thrawnisbae]

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[thebeastywithin666]

~Continued

*You're growling reply makes my lips twitch in a lazy grin, hips still rotating, grinding my wet, delicate flesh against your bobbing exposed cock. You feel so good. I feel as if I'm about to cum but, something is missing. I feel.. empty. There's a tight space within that needs to be filled and only you can do that both mentally and physically. I ache for you.

Your long, ringed fingers suddenly curl around my biceps. They tense as you start to push me away, my lids snapping open, then narrowing as your finger wags at me in a scolding manner as I growl in protest. Then I realize what you're doing. You're icy eyes cast downward, watching the gap between us as my pussy slip and slide against the base of your length.

I arch my back, squeaking in surprise as a hand is suddenly wrapped around my throat, pushing back. My heart stutters as I feel as if I'm about to fall backwards and I reach for you briefly, eyes wide as my hands flail and then grip at your outstretched arm, nails digging in your wrist to ensure I won't fall.

Panting, my eyes roll down to watch what you're doing, my hips have ceased their grinding but, still twitch from the sudden loss of movement. You're jerking your dick, coaxing more pre-cum to bead then drip down your pale, pink tip. My tongue runs over my lips absentmindedly as I think of sucking the liquid from you. Remering how you taste and smell with my lips wrapped around your cock. I'm lost in thought for a moment but, your grunt brings me back to the present. A moan leaving my mouth in return as your hips thrust, nudging your head to part the lips of my sex, then gliding up through my folds to bump my clit.

I shudder, loosening my grip on your arm as my eyes close in bliss. Bracing myself I gasp in anticipation as your tip just breaches my entrace, then quickly disappears. A low growl rumbles at the back of my throat, allowing my lids to peel back and then lower in annoyance as I spot your wicked, smug grin. Bastard. You're teasing me and I've had enough.

With a wicked grin of my own, flashing my sharp canines, I hiss and then thrust my hips forward sharply, impaling myself on your thick, ridged dick all the way to the hilt. Clenching my eyes shut in pure bliss, my insides clench immediately, contracting as the first of most likely, multiple orgasms take over my whole being, reducing me into a shivering, twitching pile of satisfied jelly. A garbled moan is the only response I have as my body leans back further, limp and nearly falling from your lap.*

@metal-mouth-breather-og

[thrawnisbae]

It’s bad enough I’m stuck with mobile for the foreseeable future but now they’ve apparently throttled my data so it runs like crap and I can hardly surf tumblr. And it’s making me salty af.

[marablake]

I just love starting my day having a handyman mansplain to me that my dishwasher has started spotting because I “use too much soap” (despite my telling him the spotting only started recently), and then shrug it off when I show him I use pre-measured detergent packs, all because he doesn’t want to spend the time to figure out what’s actually wrong with the thing.