#Like idk that's kinda common sense let's not be cunts

[pirates-and-posies]

Fandom keeps blowing up and dying wtf is happening

[neko-nemesis]

As the Nobleman's newly wedded wife~

Ayato Kamisato x afab-bodied reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+) so MDI (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT), Con-noncon, Mean dom!Ayato, mentions of powerplay, mentions of impregnating, overstimulation, she/her pronouns used, impact play [face and pussy slapping (kinda)], praising, fingering (f-receiving), pet names, rough sex mentioned, creampies and I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything. (Note: not proof-read yet)

Picture source: [Mangaka: Shunjou Shuusuke]

A.n: Hello my lovelies! It's been awhile, I've been barely ever posting, I'm so sorry </3 been busy with college and life in general tbh but I think I'm back for now, I mustered up some courage again and motivation in my bucket of mess lmao!! Thank you for 600 followers in like 2 fucking months? Jesus, that's crazy. Thank you for the insane support, I'm truly grateful <3 ily guys sm <333

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P.s: this was very very self-indulgent pardon me. 🧍‍♀️I couldn't help it sksksjdhdjekd I've been going mad for this man istg, saving up like crazy. I'm guaranteed and I hope I'll have saved enough to pull this man in my arms<3

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You were just a mere commoner, trying to make a living for oneself in a little cozy home in the outskirts of Inazuma city. It's almost comedic how fast the night can change, one day you're watering your crops on the other you're a Nobleman's newly wedded wife. You grew up alone, having little to nothing to your name yet was blessed with such a miracle. Or so, you'd think..

News spread like wildfire around the town, hushed voices speaking of the new ditzy commoner who suddenly happens to be Kamisato's beloved wife. Oh the man couldn't help but simply blow more smoke on the rumors, whenever someone dared to walk up to him and ask, why her? It's only common sense to think the man would court another Noblewoman

"Oh it's love in first sight, I only knew I had to have her all to myself you see."

Only If that was the case, you think. Pondering over the what ifs while your dear husband spread you out until your thighs felt the burn from the stretch. You cry out when a gloved hand smacked down, hard on your clit. Sending shock waves throughout your body as your pretty eyes swelled up with tears for the nth time again.

"can't have you distracted now, my wife" He'll say with an innocent smile but from the hours long abuse he inflicted on your poor body and cunt for hours, you'd know better. Rubbing his thumb down rather harshly to sooth the pain, though it did the opposite for you, his lips would curl into a mocking pout, "What is so important for my beloved that she can be so out of it while I'm here, hmm?" He sang, you could only stutter out apologies but both of you knew, it's too late for that.

"And here I thought I will let you off easy this time, tsk." He pretends to be disappointed in his poor wife and the more you panic, the more his cock throbbed. He was getting off to your fear. "What should I do to you now, huh sweetheart? I need to teach you a lesson now?" He'll squish your tear soaked cheeks with his hand, making your lips turn to a pout as you continuously whimper from his hands fastening up it's pace on your cunny. "My lord- s-slow down, too much" "you don't have a say in what I give you my love, you just have to take what I have to offer, alright?"

Finally though he would show some mercy but temporarily as he lets go off you, only to have his slick covered hand fisting his leaking cock to give himself some ease,"So, tell me my dearest, what is it that has your mind clouded when I'm making love to you?" He asks, he guides the tip on the folds of your cunt, rubbing it up and down on your already overstimulated puffy clit as you could only whimper, oh how he loved your broken voice but naive you failed to notice the more you took time to answer, the more agitated he was becoming. "M-My lord, it's t-too much, please" you beg, knowing your pleas are hardly getting through Ayato's head. The man has enough when he raised you by your thighs, having only your head and shoulders on the bed and rest of you high in the air and around his waist. He wasted no time further as he slammed his cock inside of you again, leaving hardly any time to adjust and you gasp and thrash, the pleasurable pain being unbearable and stretch from his cock only overstimulating you further considering how he has been already fucking you since the night took over the sky, "don't run from it, beloved." He spoke with his gritted teeth and you know better than to push him off, being unaware with the consequences of saying No to your Lord afterall. "you stay and you take what I give you, you want this no? I haven't even gotten close to breeding my pretty wife's cunt. Isn't that right huh?" He pants, there's a dimple on the side of his cheek when he grins, "Afterall, didn't you vowed to carry the next heir of the Kamisato?" His eyes glint in dark and you can't remember anything but then again, your mind has gone blank, all you can really think of is Ayato's cock and the pleasure you were feeling, eyes rolled back and only cracked moans made out of your body. You nod absentmindedly, too fucking dumb already to think straight anymore. That makes Ayato grins even more, he pats both of your cheeks rather harshly, almost slapped you, whether with pride or to keep you awake, doesn't matter anymore. "That's a good girl~" he purrs, lifting you up more only to bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as his hips thrusted harder with each moment."Don't you fall asleep on me now my sweetheart, I need to fill you up with my cum, right? Tell me you want it, my wife" bitten lips of yours trembled as you weakly spoke out "f-fill me with your cum my Lord, I'll do a-anything" and he let's out a broken chuckle, face flushed pink. Oh your voice is so much more pleasant like this and it has affected the man more than he thought it would. "Good girlll~ now shut up and take my fucking cock." He snaps, as he proceeds to bruise your hips by digging his hand into your flesh and fasten up his already cruel pace.

I hope there's no important events you'd need to attend to as the Lord's wife, since you wouldn't be leaving the bed until filled to the brim with his cum and have his slender fingers fuck the leaked cum back into you with no ends.

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[yuujism]

Spoiled (fushiguro megumi x reader)

REQUEST:  Can I get a dom megumi x fem reader fic where the reade is being a HUGEEE brat & megumi has no choice but to break her

| PAIRINGS:  dom!fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: rough megumi, brat reader, dom/sub, lil bit of dacryphilia oop, explicit language, degradation, unprotected sex (be safe)

| WORD COUNT: 1,647

A/N: so... back to uhhh megumi having a thing for making you cry uhmm 😳 i kinda see megumi as a more soft kinda dom?? idk if that makes sense because he really likes to please you but when you get too need or too annoying he just snaps and goes feral?? yeah anyway lol i hope you like it and it’s what you expected! enjoy!!

Megumi was usually patient with you.

He knew you were quite loud at times when you were with him, reaching the point of being needy, always wanting his attention on you and only you. Even if these occasions weren’t common, He always spoiled you whenever you wanted, rewarding you with the best orgasms of your life. 

However, the moments when you wanted his full attention on you became more and more recurrent lately.

Your small hands made their way under Megumi’s shirt, caressing his bare chest as your lips pressed against his neck while he was studying some book about curses. You wanted him. You heard a small, deep sigh and you smirked; It was working. In the other side, Megumi began to feel something igniting inside of himself, a feeling that came close to how he reacted when his friends were noisy.

Annoyance.

“Please~��� Your hands came out of his shirt, walking around him until you were in front of him. You were brave enough to take his book out of his hands, placing it on his desk as you sat on one of his knees, legs on each side of it. You smiled in your mind, praising yourself for wearing a skirt that day. His eyes met with yours, a stoic expression you were too focused on changing into a pleasure one. “Megumi, I need you.”

What was it? He couldn’t find the words to describe you right now.

And as he watched you run your hands over his torso until they were about to reach his jeans, a serious expression never leaving his face, jaw clenched, it finally hit him. The words came to his mind as you tried to get some friction for relief, moving against his thigh like-

 “A spoiled brat.” 

Before you could even react to his poisonous remark, one of his hand was already holding you by the back of your neck, pushing you towards him as his lips captured yours roughly. Megumi swallowed each of your moans as his free hand guided your movements against his thigh, already feeling the wetness passing through your underwear and staining his jeans.

When he pulled away, you lingered for more, to stay close to him like that again, but Megumi had other plans. His hand grabbed your chin, his thumb making its way inside your warm mouth as he pressed you down even harder, all the friction going directly to your clit and filling the room with your muffled moans.

“You always have to get away with everything, don’t you?” Megumi’s voice was low and full of annoyance, watching as your tongue played with his thumb and some of your saliva started running down your chin. “Look at you. Can’t even keep your fucking drool inside your mouth. Are you that desperate?”

You could only shake your head no and something inside Megumi snapped. So you were just going to interrupt his study session and then pretend like you were all innocent? He’s had enough with you being needy and he was going to show you.

The way Megumi manhandled you to the bed was new to you, already missing the friction you were getting by his thigh. He placed you on your knees and you looked for support by placing your hands on the headboard, feeling his heavy presence behind you as your skirt was lifted to reveal your underwear and ass.

“Fucking brat.” Megumi let out an almost animalistic growl when his fingers traced your clit over your clothed cunt, his thumb playing with your entrance as you clenched around nothing, whining as your hips pushed back subconsciously. “You’re this wet already from riding my thigh? God, you really wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?”

He wasn’t giving you a chance to answer his question, expertise fingers pushing your panties to the side to finally slip two fingers inside your core, the stretching sting making you moan loudly in pleasure. The squelching sound of your wetness being fucked by his fingers was lewd, and Megumi took notice of this as his free hand unzipped his jeans.

“You’re so messy I could just slide my cock inside you, make that pussy cream all over me.” Megumi brought his chest to press against your back, fingers curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot you both knew too well. He smirked against your ear as you pushed your head back, a sob coming out of your mouth. “Tell me how much you want my cock to fuck you raw.”

You could feel it. The way the tip of his hard cock was already pressing against your ass cheek. The way Megumi was so turned on he was annoyed. And you could also already feel the way he was going to ruin you. He was already ruining you with his fingers and words alone.

“Megumi, I-I want your cock, please!” You looked over your shoulder at him, tears prickling around your eyes as his fingers kept abusing your cunt, hips trying to meet his thrusts. “Please, Megumi, please I...” A throaty moan interrupted your own words as his fingers slipped out of you suddenly, leaving you with emptiness.

“Not so brave now, huh?” Megumi mocked you as his cock started pushing against your entrance, sliding inside you to the brim in a swift motion. Tears started running down your face thanks to the stretch and the pleasure you were feeling, not being able to hold back your moans anymore and Megumi loved it. “Go on. Tell me how desperate you are for a good fuck.”

His hips started thrusting slow and deep, making you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you. Megumi smirked when he could already see your juices coating all over his shaft. You could only tighten your grip on the headboard, face falling down as your hips pushed back, trying to feel more of him.

“No, no.” His hands gripped your hips, not allowing you to move anymore and you almost complained but you knew better than to do that right now. “You think you can just interrupt me,” This particular thrust went harder, making you go forward and letting out a yelp. “ride my thigh like a desperate slut,” He almost slipped out of you before thrusting again, punctuating his own words with his movements. “and think you can just take control while I fuck you?” Another thrust had you whining loudly, trying to look back at him with a blurry sight by your tears.

“M-Megumi, I’m sorry, please, I need your cock I just-“ The sight of your pink cheeks covered by your tears almost made him explode right there and then, hands gripping your face to make you look at him as his hips started slamming against you in a quick pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Cry for me.” Megumi moaned, his fast and deep thrusts had the tip of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you as you struggled to keep your eyes open, balls slapping against your ass. “Take my cock like the slutty brat you are.”

And, oh, were you enjoying every moment of this. The way his hands were gripping your face so roughly and the way his cock kept abusing your cunny was driving you insane. Your hold on the headboard was getting weak and when Megumi let go of your face, your body gave up, falling to the mattress, head pressed against your pillow.

Megumi’s hands gripped your hips tightly enough to bruise as he kept fucking you hard and fast, your sobs and moans only pushing him to keep going. You were close. And he could feel it by the way you were clenching around him.

“Tell me you love my cock.” One of his hands grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back so he could hear you moaning his name more clearly. When he was only met by the slapping noises of your bodies and your loud cries of pleasure, Megumi circled his hips inside you, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Say it, brat. And you better keep crying.”

“I love- love your cock s- much” You babbled out, hands fisting the shits as he kept with his ravishing pace. Megumi couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, watching you get drunk off his cock.

It was just to much. You were so close and gone you felt like passing out if he kept fucking you as hard as he was. Your pussy clenched around him, almost as if your body didn’t want to let him go for even a second, hips trying to meet his movements. You almost screamed when his hand snaked under you, reaching your clit to rub circles around it.

“You gonna cum? Gonna cream all over my cock as I keep fucking your bratty cunt? C‘mon, baby. C’mon, cum around me.”

And his encouraging words plus the attention in your most sensitive part were enough to make you see starts, cumming around him like he told you too as his name fell out of your mouth like a mantra. His hips stilled deep inside you, enjoying the moment of your clenching walls.

“Good girl.” He kissed the back of your shoulder as you were coming down from your high, your cunt sensitive enough that the smallest movement of his cock inside you threw you into overstimulation. And the way Megumi turned you around still impaled on his cock made you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist “But I’m not done with you yet.” 

“F-Fuck!” You moaned as his fingers met your clit once again, arching your back and trying to pull away from his touch.

“You wanted my attention, baby,” Megumi smirked, hard cock throbbing inside you as he slipped out again. “And that’s what you’re going to get, you spoiled brat.”

[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x16

Shadow

“Did he whisper about Honda Days? Save big money by buying a Honda” “Moral of the story: Buy an iPod - the battery lasts longer” “That must be really delayed effect on those shrooms” “That is NOT the moment to fumble your keys” “I like the level of paranoia, but that’s just being a woman in Chicago” “I vaguely remember this episode.” “Look at the brand new uniforms.” “I read the newspaper as MAN SLUT KILLER” “Why is Sam wearing a white undershirt? It looks hideous” “That is a really well-pressed collar for a fkn work uniform” laughed at the boob joke

“WHACK job” “gonna whack it” then laughed at his stupid joke

“So Dean is into the astrology stuff, eh? It’s important.” “I guess they have to know lunar cycles, too. Haha they’re tracking cycles” Spouse wants everyone to know that the look Dean makes at 7.19 is very important “I think they did this for the girlies” “I forgot about the astrology blood” “I was thinking that symbol might have been on Pink Floyd because they play guitar in that transition”

Spouse talked about Dean’s face for about 2 minutes (paused) at 7 mins 19secs of this episode.

Then 

Spouse liked the female bartender and forgot about Dean’s face

“Anything in common? They both have security systems; that wasn’t as common back then” “Speak of the devil. They missed opportunities with that kind of stuff.” “That’s a very frilly top” “Mass-a-choooooo-sets” “are you sorry, Meg?” “There are red flags everywhere. Why are you still talking to her Sam?” “Let’s kill him! Then lets hook up.” “5 5 5” “Scouts honor” “Sometimes people run into each other, dude. I’ve run into people all over the world.” “That’s a good joke, Dean” “I’m going to think with my Downstairs Brain” “Nooooo with an upward inflection. That’s a lie” “that’s fkn great dude” “Doesn’t some lady yell at Sam for being a pervert?” Laughed

“Nobody really says pervert anymore, at least, in our group” “Sam should have said not to kink-shame but only if it was being done consensually” “This one always trips me up, because Meg is the vessel. This one is a good one.” “Mannequins” 🎶FaceTime with blood🎶

“Sam is really creeping on how well she blows out candles. I’m talking about the pervert in the closet.” “breathe harder why don’t ya” “bro you’re just standing there. Take a picture; it’ll last longer” “don’t we see daddy in this episode? “Did Dean recently dye his hair? It seems darker.” “Ok we need to analyze this - Dean cleans a gun. Sam isn’t even cleaning the gun; he’s just looking at them. Just load ‘em and look at ‘em.”

“What is Dean putting on his wrist?” “papaya cactus - sounds kinda like what she’s saying”

“Wtf kind of choreography was that? Sam has a pistol, ran over, and great. Dean doesn’t make any sense, but whatever. They swapped guns, but why didn’t Dean raise the shotgun first? Why did they do that? Someone just said it looked good on TV and that was that.” “They had Sam turned up louder probably because he whispers so much so they had to overcompensate” 🎶she’s talking about sex🎶 not really lol

“Why are they always making Dean out to be the stupid one?” “She ain’t fkn around with a belt buckle like that” 🎶the boys are back in town🎶

“Splat” “That’s funny. Idk why” 🎶grippy socks vacation🎶 this is referencing the one I took about a year ago that we’ve been joking about

“Cunt” to John Winchester

“Look at that teary eyed bitch. Why????” “What do they call John’s type of jacket?” “John whispers more than Sam does” “You say you don’t have to worry about us but you just got baited to catch John in town?” “Sam still says yes sir? WTF?” “He just picked some random-ass motel room to creep on them and to say “Fuck it I gotta go again?””

🎶going to get fucked🎶

“Burning phosphorus or what? That’s supposed to a road flare but holy shit dude” “Bright enough to be a white phosphorus bomb” “It’s so much weirder without the music. Just imagine you look out the window and all you hear is the line and heavy breathing” “you’re beat to hell” said in a gruff man voice

“Is this Wolverine Dean?” “How do they not have scars all over their faces? Especially after all the shit Dean’s had happen to him?” Telling Spouse that fan artists give the Winchesters scars, tattoos, and smokes

“Spouse doesn’t think that the Winchesters don’t really smoke or do drugs since they have to be on max alert all the time” I pointed out that they drink all the time “yeah then idk” “SWIRL MARKS”

[kkysolo]

Even Flow 2/2

Read part one here

Pairing: Triplet!Kylo/Triplet!Ben/Triplet!Matt/Reader (female) Setting: Modern. Implied relationship. Warnings (updated - for parts one and two): Threesome (M/M/F), brothers/triplets, restraints, sub!/squirmy!Matty, voyeurism, dom/sub, orgasm/pleasure denial, oral sex (M+F receiving), crying, kinda fisting? idk just a lot of big fingers, PIV unprotected sex, double penetration, choking, creampie, dirty talk, squirting. A whole fucking mess. Word count: 2070

A/N: trying to leave my poeticism and overly long descriptions to my chaptered fics, and get straight to the point here lol. a shout out to @svpremekylo @the-sacredtexts, @clumsycopy and @mylifeisactuallyamess, idk how i ever wrote without you guys as a committee lmfao ily and ty for inspiring bits and pieces in here.

Kylo manhandles you into position on your knees, pulling your face to his chest. It sheens with a light layer of sweat, rising and falling with strained, controlled breath. He leans down, making himself level with the shell of your ear, raven hair flitting across his forehead as he does.

“Are you gonna be good?” 

You can’t help but be enraptured by him. All three of them are stunning, truly, they are. But Kylo has always mesmerized you, capturing you to the point of forgoing common sense. His lure, his charm, always leaving you balancing precariously on the steep face of an abyss you’d be a fool to fall into. 

“Yes.”

But you do. 

“Yes, what?” 

Every time.

“Yes, sir.” 

He dives forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue battling yours as he wraps a hand firmly around your throat. A second set of hands wanders down your back, settling on the globes of your ass. Ben hums as he squeezes the flesh between his fingers. 

“I think she’s been real good so far, Ky,” Ben smirks, kneading your skin in his calloused hands. “Don’t you?”

Kylo hums into your mouth, biting softly at your lip before pulling away to regard his brother. 

“You’re not fucking her.” 

“But just think about how tight she gets when we both fuck her,” Ben stifles a moan at the thought, fingers digging further into your skin. You’ll bruise, you know you will. You often do. And you know, by Kylo’s silence, that he’s considering his brother’s proposal. 

Matt pants loudly, pulling so hard at his restrains that the chair bounces, the wood clunking against the floor.

“I feel kinda bad for him, Ky,” Ben murmurs from his position beneath you. His hands find your hips, dragging up and up until he reaches your breasts.  

Kylo turns his head just as Matt lets out a loud whine, bucking his hips into the air, desperate for friction, for anything.  

“Guys, seriously, this isn’t fai-”

Kylo is up and off the bed before the youngest Solo can even finish his sentence, gripping Matt’s jaw roughly in one large hand. Matt’s eyes shine slightly with fear as he inhales sharply, his skin flushed red with sweat.

“I’d have gagged you if I knew you’d be so fucking annoying,” Kylo mutters, and Ben chuckles as he tweaks and pinches at your nipples. You moan softly, relishing so deeply, so desperately in the small moments of pleasure they afford you. 

“C’mon, Ky, it’s cruel,” Ben sighs, leaning forward to bite at the fleshy skin of your waist. “He’s gonna cum in his pants.” 

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Kylo tightens his grip on his brother's jaw, digging his fingers into the pale skin of his cheeks. “He deserves it.” 

“What do you think, baby?” Ben bites you again to grab your attention, leaving little crescent indentations along your hips. “You think he deserves that?” 

You look cautiously to Kylo, though his eyes are focused on Matt, staring the youngest down, pushing him deeper and deeper into a position of subservience. 

“Don’t worry,” Ben kisses along your spine. “I won’t let him punish you.” 

You nod feebly, and Ben puts more pressure on your breasts, massaging them in reward. 

“N-no, I don’t think he deserves it,” you manage, your voice trembling as your nipples catch against his palms. You’re so wound up, so ready for them, it almost hurts. Ben quietly praises you, whispering words of approval into your skin. And Kylo, surprisingly, concedes. Begrudgingly, he frees Matt’s bound wrists, allowing his fingers to clamour straight for his belt buckle. But Kylo leaves his ankles firmly restrained to the legs of the chair.

Matty finally frees his aching cock, flushed deep red and dribbling with precum. Ben hisses from behind you. 

“Looks like it hurts, huh, baby?” 

You nod in agreement, empathising with how your clit throbs, how it swells, aching for any source of friction. Ben moves his hands, then, pushing at your hips. 

“Turn around, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Face me, now.” 

You do as you’re told, twisting around just in time for Ben to pull you down, flush against his chest. 

“Atta girl” he whispers, gripping your ass and lifting your hips. “She look good?” 

Matty strains to see from his position, almost tipping the chair forward as he desperately tries to catch a glimpse of your dripping cunt.

“I think he needs a better view,” Kylo grunts, hauling Matt’s chair aggressively, placing him closer to the obscene sight before him. 

Ben clicks his tongue, peering over your shoulder.

“That better, Matty?” he grins, stroking your ass and hips affectionately. “You see how wet she is for us?” 

He moves to rub softly against your clit, and you bury your head in the crook of his neck, eyes squeezing shut. You’re so sensitive, so riled up that his featherlight touches have you far, far more frantic than you’d like to be. 

Matt groans, fisting his cock tightly as his glasses begin to fog. He swears softly under his breath, watching as arousal drips from your entrance, sliding along your thighs. 

You feel the bed dip, then, and Kylo’s hands are on you. Firm, strong, commanding. He manhandles you into position. Your body aches for him - to be stuffed full of him, to be leaking with him. You whine impatiently, and he tangles a fist in your hair, pulling you back toward his chest.

“Yes sir,” you breathe, and Kylo quickly releases you, allowing you to fall forward against Ben’s chest. He wraps his arms protectively around your shoulders, placing open mouthed kisses to your temple. Kylo guides your hips forward, then down, finally pushing you down onto Ben’s waiting cock. 

“Ah,” he sighs, pushing his hips up further to meet yours. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Kylo guides your movements - up, down, up, down, stretching you open. The pace, though, is torturously slow, and you try in vain to fuck yourself faster, harder onto Ben’s length. Because you need it, you need to feel him fill you, you need them both to break you. Kylo grips your hips in warning, leaning in close to your ear. 

“I won’t warn you again,” he grits, resuming his steady pace. Ben’s hands fly to your thighs, resisting the urge to fuck you as fast and as hard as he’d like. You’re just so warm, so tight, so hot around him. He bites his lip, lust laden eyes finding yours as his face contorts with the effort of controlling his primal impulses.

“Stay still,” Kylo murmurs, pushing you further down against Ben’s chest. You shift your face, tilting it to the side so you can look up, so you can see Ben’s quiet adoration, his flushed ears as they peak out between locks of soft, dark hair. Curls of it have begun to stick to his forehead, beads of sweat roll from his brow and down his aquiline nose. And you’re positive, he’s never looked so ethereal. 

You feel it, then. The head of Kylo’s cock prodding tenatively against your entrance, pushing forward until you finally stretch to accommodate his head. He swears quietly under his breath, and your back jolts with the sting, the burn of how he splits you open, your body molding to meet his demands. He surges forward, sheathing his entire member inside of you, and Ben hisses loudly.

“Jesus, fuck, that’s a tight fit,” he pants, his voice wavering as his arms constrict you. Kylo bends over you as his chest heaves, planting a hand on your shoulder, the other on your hip. You’ve barely adjusted, barely calmed your racing heart, before Kylo withdraws, slamming himself into you with enough force to jolt Ben further up the bed. Ben begins rolling his hips, and you’re so full, so impossibly full, that you can somehow feel them in your throat.  

Kylo dictates the speed - hard, fast, brutal. He groans loudly, ramming against your cervix as Ben bucks his hips in desperation, trying to meet his brother’s punishing pace.

“Fu-uck, Matty,” Ben moans, moving to unwind his vine-like grip on your torso, and tangling a hand in your hair. “You’re missing out.” 

Matt moans softly under his breath, eyes focused on where his brother’s drag themselves in and out of your stretched, soaking cunt. His fist slaps harshly against his thigh as he jerks himself vigorously, the sight and sound of you - your moans, your arched back, it’s all so much. 

Ben throws his head back against the pillows, and you can feel how his thighs shake with the effort, how his calves and biceps tighten. 

“I’m not gonna last like this,” he groans. “F-fuck, I’m so close. You’re so tight,” he leans forward, lips crashing against yours, only pulling away when Kylo jerks his body backward with a particularly forceful thrust. “You’re so good, letting us fuck you like this, letting us fill you with our cum.”

Kylo starts pummeling faster, harder, the hand on your hip now moving to rub against your clit. 

“I want you to come apart for me,” Kylo breathes, and the hand once anchored to your shoulder now moves to wrap around your throat. Ben tightens his grip in your hair, hips rolling faster into yours as he chases his release. 

You whimper as you cling to Ben’s shoulders, your nails scratching the pale skin. It’s too much, you can’t, can’t possibly let go, not like this. 

“I-I can’t, it’s too m-much,” you gasp, but Kylo’s fingers only increase their pressure, both on your throat, and your hard, swollen bud.

“I don’t care,” he grunts. “Give me everything.”

Matt cries out, then, his breathing heavy and laboured, white ropes of cum spurt across his jeans and clothed stomach. And God, there’s something about it - the way his breath hitches, the way he moans quietly as he rides out his high, it tips you beyond the edge you’d been teetering on.

White, hot pleasure soars through your body, your stomach tightening as your body clenches. You gush as you cum, fluids completely soaking their cocks, the sheets, yourself. And your moan - loud, languid and so, so hot, it drives Kylo half to madness. The brothers relish in the sensation of your release, the mess you’ve made of yourself, and they thrust harder and faster into your fluttering heat. Ben, though, is the first to lose control, his release creeping up on him faster than he’d anticipated. His body shudders as he shouts - curses, your name, another curse, his hips still rolling as he shoots his cum deep, deep into your cunt. The feel of it, the way you clench around him one last time, has Kylo following Ben over the edge, gripping your throat tight enough to cut off all airflow to your lungs. His orgasm rips through him with such a force, such violence. He keels forward as he shudders, his pants, his moans, his growls cause your body to erupt into goosebumps. The sounds he makes - you’ll never tire of them.

Air rushes back to your lungs, and your throat burns from the force of it. Your eyelids are heavy, your body spent, used, thoroughly fucked. Kylo slides out of you with ease, and he lifts your hips until Ben’s cock slips away, leaving you clenching around nothing. He watches in awe as you leak for him, a combination of he and his brother’s cum oozing from your entrance.

“You have no idea,” he mumbles, two fingers moving to push the evidence of their release back into its rightful home, deep inside your sore, aching pussy.  “How beautiful you are.” 

Ben hums in agreement from beneath you, still fighting to calm his breathing. 

“Feels like you made a mess down there, baby,” he places a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “Just how I like it.” 

Kylo moves, then, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you backward to meet his chest. He brings a hand to your jaw, guiding your hooded gaze to meet Matt’s. He drops his head, flushed, exhausted, ashamed, and covered in his own cum. 

“Look at the mess you made of him,” Kylo chuckles. “And you didn’t even touch him.” 

“The night’s not over yet,” you sigh, tipping your head back against Kylo’s shoulder. “We could still change that.” 

[life-in-a-labrynth]

Kinda drunk right now but I feel like spilling out my feelings that have built up, I mean why the hell not? I found myself in the nth moment of feeling disturbed and afraid and hugging my elbows just a minute ago. I don’t think I’ll go all into why I’m disturbed but let’s at least give an update, yeah?

Okay so this might be an interesting dynamic but in my last post I was worrying about whether this girl Laura was basic or not. Okay let’s be a little kinder and say, whether we’re compatible. So I finally went on a real goddamn date with her and guess what? she fat. That whole “average weight” thing on okcupid was a sham. She just set her profile up a couple days before she met me (purportedly) too, so okay, guess she’s a liar or in denial. And ya know, sorry to be a hardass about the weight/looks thing, but you know, it’s important to me to be physically attracted to someone, okay? And what does it say that she’s deceitful about that?

In any case, more I wanted to unpack. So now I went on a date and yeah, she fat, and I thought about how we had the phone call and after it was over I felt kinda meh, because it didn’t feel like she stimulated my brain. She talked about this and that and yeah that’s cool and all, but she just didn’t seem to be operating on a high octane teh brain galaxy bullshit that I wanted. And yeah, hate to say it, but Dawn. I remember having a convo with Dawn about Game of Thrones and Martin’s method as a writer and how a character of his had felt ambivalent and even resentful about having a son and it was a good fucking conversation. I didn’t have that with Laura.

Should have gone with my instincts and not second-guessed myself. I wanted to believe that I was just bullshitting myself and this could be something good, can’t I just accept a good thing? Maybe I’m being overly critical, like Dawn was with me.

But eh, nah, not really. Look Dan, you’ll *know* when you feel thunderstruck. Kayla had better convos with you about politics. Laura didn’t even talk about politics, just a bunch of halloween bullshit and serial killers and blah blah and I guess we had some good conversations but it just didn’t stimulate me and make me think like some of the others did.

Like for christ’s sake, look at... I can’t remember her name, but we went for a walk in Wissahickon and I felt like we had really good conversations about racism and maybe I was blowing a lot of fucking hot air about Jonathon Haidt and she probably thought I was an obnoxious, droning goober, but damn it, it felt fulfilling! That girl didn’t feel basic. Maybe I was an obnoxious, droning goober, but I had the opportunity to be, because the conversation organically went to interesting political topics, not some other bullshit about whatever Laura was talking to me about.

And so yeah, it felt pretty decent to talk to Laura for 4 hours on the phone, but it just didn’t fulfill me the way that talking with Lis did, who on our first date, we talked for 6 fucking hours. For the love of god, why did I fuck that up? Ugghh... it was probably the right decision, I shouldn’t let my own loneliness get in the way of things. I shouldn’t regret a decision I made when I wanted so much and tried hard in good faith to make things work with Lis. But it just wasn’t natural. It’s not that I didn’t want it, it’s that it wasn’t working.

Okay, anyway. So I had the date with Laura and the moment I dropped into her car and set eyes on her I thought “oh no, nah, sorry, this ain’t gonna work.” We had a nice date and we chatted and ate french fries and mozzarella sticks and talked about serial killers and whatever other nonsense. I brought up free will on a concept but she didn’t really engage with it, bleh.

So yeah, okay, fine. It’s mean to say, but yeah, sure. Basic. That’s what she is. Good on her for going into nursing and trying really hard at it and getting good grades, though (yeah, she hasn’t even started nursing school yet bleguk lol) but whatever, stop judging you asshole.

Sigh. Okay. Sorry. Let’s get back on track. So I said soiya to her and she was cool with it. I felt kinda bad because I could see she was disappointed when I told her that I didn’t think we had a romantic future together, but she took it fine and said she hoped I found what I’m looking for.

And but so that ended, and I did what I always do and hit up dating websites and probably try way too hard. Hey Dan, try Tawkify, The Elite (or whatever the fuck it’s called) and Hinge next, because at this point it just feels like you’ve exhausted the possibilities on the other sites.

Tinder: no one’s fucking responding, except the one girl who was just a few messages.

OKC: same, except literally no one is responding. Why did they like my profile to begin with??

Bumble: Same exact thing. Matched with 4 women, extended all 4 of them, nothing. Messaged some other girl I had chatted a bit with, nothing. Messaged some other girl who said before she wanted to meet up with things felt “safe-ish”, but truthfully it’s been like 5 months so whatever, that’s fine and makes sense, but all the same, nothing.

idk OKC has always been a pretty good source to meet women but it’s just low, low, low quality these days. Like 14 out of 15 women who like my profile aren’t attractive, let alone that 90% of the rest just sound basic. Probably higher, like 99%. When was the last time that I felt thunderstruck? With Gina. But she was kinda crappy at convo, like she wasn’t even trying.

It’s all so frustrating and disheartening. I feel like there was more I was going to say. About how I became way less forgiving towards Laura after I found out she was fat. I was glad to slip into the conversation, organically, that sometimes people don’t look the way they do in profile pictures. I hope she took that to heart. Don’t put “average” weight in your profile when you’re a good 20 pounds overweight, honey.

Sigh. I’m sorry to be a dick, it’s just annoying. I wouldn’t normally care but she insisted upon chatting for a week before meeting up. Maybe she was apprehensive simply because she was insecure about the way she looked. Hey hon, a week won’t make a fucking difference. You were nice to talk to, but if you’re a heffer, it ain’t happening.

I’m sorry, this is so mean. But god damn it... like that’s the exact reason I told her that meeting face-to-face soon was convenient. I told her that’s the best way to determine whether there’s chemistry. I feel like a dick but I hope she’s learned something from that. Oh well. At least it’s not like with Adrienne, where I was totally god damn into her and she was smart and beautiful and face-to-face was just as wonderful as text messages, and... ghosted!

At least I wasn’t just another asshole who ghosted Laura. I was straightforward. I would never ghost someone, but it’s unusual that at the end of the date, if I’m not feeling it, I’ll outright say it. But Laura told me how important it was that people be honest, so I’m happy to have been able to give that to her, and not chicken out and wait until the next day to text and say I wasn’t feeling it. Or to kid myself into saying “well i just need another day to figure it out lol” when I knew very well that with whatserface (the one where we hung out and drank beer by schyulkill river and then went and got pizza afterwards) where I said “um idk lol  lemme think about it” then texted her the next day to tell her I wasn’t interested.

Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. At least you’re keeping an open mind. Not saying No outright.

Blah, meh, whatever. I think I already said that dumbass Mary finally got back to me to say “omg i’m liek so teh sorryz!!!11 I felt overwhelmed by whatever the fuck and consequently shut down and didn’t look at my phone at all!!!11″ So fucking dumb. You knew I texted you stupid bitch, don’t lie and say “well liek i mean lieko mg i just liek didn’t check my phone and didnt know u texted!!11″

But props to her to admitting that she needs to grow up. That couldn’t have been easy to admit. So I need to have grace with her. She admitted that she didn’t have a good excuse. So I had no reason to eviscerate her. I just said “Sure. Take care.” At least she felt bad. At least she was self-aware. At least she had the strength to come back and apologize and admit that she was wrong. I give her props for that, and so probably shouldn’t be so angry, but whatever, by the time that dumbass texted I was already over it.

Okay and so what now? This is weird but okay fine I’ll admit it. What sparked me to come onto here was because I had a few drinks and I cheated and bought another pouch of tobacco, bad Dan! How are you supposed to git gud at kickboxing if I’m a huffin-and-a-puffin all over the place? But I feel good because I got praise from the guy I partnered with at muay thai and I think I did a good job with him, and my knee-throwing is getting better! Hurray for me!

Okay and but so sorry, so the reason I came here was because I was drinking and smoking and watching Jonathon Haidt and Malcolm Gladwell and the roundtable was fantastic and then I started drinking and I was talking to this cunt on tinder who decided to stop messaging back after literally two messages (I fucking hate people), then I got sad and insecure and watched a couple episodes of Cowboy Bebop (almost done with the series)

Sorry to ramble on and fucking itemize everything I did this night, it’s so trivial and tedious to the reader but whatever, I don’t care. So I did all that and was feeling tired and decided to go back up to bed and thought of my shaven testicles and maybe fondled them without realizing it or maybe I just got horny, whatever

So then I came upstair sand I was going to masturbate and a common thought came to me and it’s been stronger lately, where I get scared. I’m scared about what I masturbate to. And even though it’s never really happened... I mean, not really... I don’t think? But I became afraid that I’ll become too addicted to what I masturbate to and won’t be able to have a meaningful sexual relaitonship when I do eventulaly get into a romantic relationship.

I don’t want to get hooked on certain sexual thoughts and have to use them when I’m doing the deed. Like I don’t want to have to be sleeping with a woman and start fantasizing about something else to achieve orgasm. This is scummy, but I don’t want to have to be getting my dick sucked by some smart and interesting and sorta cute but fat girl and be fantasizing about how she’s only doing it because she wants me to like her, like we’re on a date, first date, and she’s sucking my dick and it feels amazing but to push myself over the edge I had to give a voice to her thoughts

And the voice is “okay, this guy is really hot, I want him to like me, first impressions and all, I need to suck his dick really good. I don’t particularly like it, but you gotta do what you gotta do.”

RIGHT NOW. I’M GETTING A BONER RIGHT NOW AS I THINK OF IT. Then part of me wishes I saved her pictures so I could look at them again and remember her and think about her sucking my dick and get off on how maybe.. I mean probably not but what if that’s what was really going through her mind?

She was really sex-positive and communicative and awesome, and I was giving, and it seems like I mean she obviously enjoyed it when I licked her pussy and got her off, and it was kind aweird becaus eshe said that she came and the first time I didn’t beilev eher because it seemed really low intensity, almost an afterthought, “yeah I came”, and I jsut figured “well I guess she wasn’t that into it and didn’t want to keep at it, or maybe she was insecure, or this or that, but this whole ‘i came’ thing is a lie, she just wanted to move on and spare my ego.”

But then we went at it again the second date and she supposedly came twice and this time I outright said “are you sure?” and she kinda chuckled and she said “yeah, I think I’d know”, and so I believed her, she seemed sincere. Micro-orgasm, maybe, or maybe she’s just not super reactive/performative/exaggerated about her orgasms, I mean that’s prefectly possible, it was just weird, like I just had this powerful and irrefutable notion that she was faking

Wahtever, I don’t kven know why I’m still talking aoubt it. This all started beacuse I said that I felt bad about the things I masturbat eto. I think maybe I was molested. I think maybe I nede to see a sex therapist and it’s really strange and I don’t know. So and then like maybe I need to um like I don’t know but so maybe I can hit up Collette and se eif she has any colleagus I can talk to.

idk man but I had fantasiez about me seeing Collette and her giving me “sex therapy” and tehy were super sexy at the time, kinda sad and disappointed that those powerful fantasies didn’t last, the way that the ones with Lis do, they just keep coming, she’s the second fucking sexual partner I’ve had where I’ll consturuct all these elaborate fantasies about nonconsensual sex (or barely-consensual, no pun intended) and write literally dozens of pages about all these situations they get into about being humiliated and degraded, these sexcapades where they don’t want to be slutting themselves out and sucking all this dick but they hav eno choice because they’nve being blackmalied

God I’m such a fucked up person. I know I Shouldn’t be ashamed of nfantazies, isn’t that a truism now? No kick-shaming? lol kink-smaming. DAMN IT .Kink. Shaming. So anyway, yeah, I know, that’s the montra, and I know that people will know that but not take it to heart beacuse a lot o people are ashamed of their sexual fantasies. There are even women who hav fentasies about non-consensual sex and forced gang-bangs and shit like that, thank you to kink.com for showcasing some of these porn actresses who rae getting interviewed and telling their fantasies.

Hey bruh it don’t make no difference whether the scene I see is also their fantasie, not in particular, but knowing that some women fantasize about such evil, rapey things also exist and make me feel less bad about degrading women in my own fantasies.

Things are really strange and I love porn and porn star sand they’re super sexy and I shouldn’t be masturbating so much to them lmao literally I hav eno idea what i’m even talknig about anmyroe ,my mind just keeps gkinda going to lunch, I mean I Don’t think I’m more drunk than I was when I started this entry? Just giving less a fuck, but definitely more tired, I def feel tired now, I feel strange and sad and I want s’ much to fucking meet the love of my life but I can’t do it but whatever. I’ll probably beat off about Jackie (hell Dan write a story about her!) but maybe and maybe not but I’m just really fucking tired.

Goodnight.

[gabbylight]

Saturday Night Session Post:

Fuuuck guys, idk about anyone else but my god. I understand I was in a LDR and it’s different but having a girl next to you, kissing you and showing some type of affections is soo heart warming. Like I feel like someone actually cares about you and has an ideal of respect to the person they like. But yeaaah... during “Dom this Dom that Period” with my ex I hated her but after the sudden break up, and the random hookup from Connor hahah, I’m really gladtyat happened this turn of events happened.

But at first I didn’t like her at her all because the issue I had with my ex was relevant, since we always argue about her for a year but as time went on I softened up too her and I guess I started to like her.

I’ll be picking her up from her PT classes at UOI and she’ll give me a kiss, like everyday. And we’ll spend the whole day at her apartment till I have to work, and then on some days she’ll text me have a nice day with a SFW picture of herself haha, and I’ll return the favor with some text like, “ Morning babe, be safe driving okay! And you better be studying when I get home! But anyways kiss kiss in the lips babe. I’ll be home around 4pm to pick you up. 😊💕🥰 SOMETHING like that you know? And she reply within the next 5 minutes with a reply.

I’m not expecting anything in this relationship, but she is showing me everything a good relationship can offer you. A relationship where you don’t argue every fucking day. Or have someone accuse you of some fictitious bullshit that I never did yet or anything psychotic.

But I can say this, I’m in a better place now. Yeah sure she didn’t graduate yet, doesn’t have her big girl job and she’s 3-4 years younger than me. But I know I’ll have a girl who has a better personality, doesn’t have a “temperament” and won’t be mothering me around. And I know she’s not perfect but at least ik 100% that she won’t let her insecurities dig this relationship to the grave. And won’t hold anything against me for the next 4 years of my life haha. And accuse me of nonsense that I never once dreamed of

But NOO yeah if only my relationship with my ex was like that then things could of been different. So Am I questioning it? Yes I am, I could of moved mid Oct, but how my ex was, there was no hope of the relationship to survive. I warned her, gave her heads up if I move who am I going to go to when we argue? She never woke up from that reality and kept ignoring it.... so yeah we made mistakes. I liked girls pictures and I save them and she got drunk and let a guy fingered her pussy etc. but we can’t keep holding on to the past and let them dictate it. Dwelling into the past will never help you. You need to forgive the mistakes, I forgave her for getting drunk; kinda since now that I type this my ex is a fucking idiot because she’s saying she needed the attention and I’m over here lacking any type of attention for the last two years hahaha. But yeah point is you can’t keep holding on to the past. It’s gonna bring you down. I firmly believed she wasn’t mentally prepared to be in a relationship after Justin/Kip and it proves it when we first dated. Already questioning my whereabouts, disrespecting me in three months of dating etc. and she wasn’t willing to block her ex or the people that threaten the relationship???? Like I had to sacrifice my friends while you still talked to your idiotic morons.

But unlike dom, she’s already putting her commitment to this relationship. Everyday dom is texting me good morning, I didn’t have to have an argument with her for that. She’s kissing me and giving me BJ ( a really fucking good one to be honest). I don’t have to reassure her who I’m with or what I’m doing. (I mean yes I do but not like my ex which leads to random arguments) She knows the set schedule and she knows I’m anal about sudden changes since that’s how my OCD brain works. She knows I’ll be with Connor on Mondays/Sunday’s for LOTR. And she doesn’t attack any girls that I talk to because she trust me I won’t cheat on her or because she’s know I have common sense not too. Sure she has insecurities but she has them in control except when she’s on her period which I understand and have a calendar for hahah.

And the big turn on, she’s letting me follow my dreams. I don’t have anyone telling me I can’t enlist, can’t be a cop or an emt and then lie to me saying you could of done that. Or she gives me the attention/affection that I lacked, she’ll call me during my breaks and ask me how’s work and we’ll talk for a little bit. She’ll stay up till I arrive to her place even though I’ll scold her to sleep because she needs to sleep for school etc. like deadass I’ll be driving at 12am or 1 am and I’ll be at her apartment and she’ll be awake and I’ll scolding her to sleep haha. I don’t care that I’m acting like a dad but a girl needs to sleep goddamn it. Especially when she’s in school. She’s not a fucking slob and eat in her room or have a messy fucking room with clothes that started to smell like feet....

And that’s why I started to like this girl, something my ex couldn’t offer me. Don’t get me wrong here, my ex did do stuff like that but arguments had to happened, or it lasted only a year and she just stopped completely. But for her, Dom is already giving me what I lacked, she’s willingly ready to go back.

And tmi hahaha, sex isn’t boring.... sure I understand I was in a LDR but maaan as time went on nothing exciting happened. Foreplay was boring, sure fucking her was nice but ehhh. For the first time and this is TMI I’m able to fire my load inside lol. And do other stuff not the basic missionary bullshit, and it’s fun. Like don’t get me wrong, fucking my ex raw was nice but with a hairy nest and stangy smell idk. No offense hahaha. But fuckinh in the car, her coach, her kitchen omg just omg and doing other kinks is 🤩.

But yeah tmi for sure but it’s true, I may not have my degree because I had someone rejecting my dreams cough cough but I’m already fixing my life and getting it situated. Dom is full pledge with my plan and is with it, and after the break up I already knew my mistakes so long ago. Am I perfect? Fuck no, nobody in this goddamn planet is, and that’s what makes us humans.

So i have no fucking clue where the future will bring to us but as of right now. In that picture I posted, using her Fuji TX-100 camera, I have found the person who I can hold hands to and not stress everyday for a possible argument to land. I can safely say this again, I am happy. I have a girl who I can proudly show off and say she’s mine. And not because of her beauty but because I fell in love with a girl with a personality that I can fight for and love for.

Lastly,

And Lia I know you have been reading my post since Janurary, it’s a 100% hunch because I know how you are and I dated you long enough and I’m very good with judging people’s characteristics and I also know how Filipinas are and it also proves it with your sisters since they’re still stalking my IG and twitter. but once you read this, you need to leave me alone now and that includes your two sisters because I am firmed with my decisions for calling you guys out and your sisters a nut case and creeps. I have no clue what the objectives here, and idk what the fuck you guys are smoking but stalking me solves nothing. So yes, my post is my book/recollection, and if you find this offensive then SOL. You have a new life now, and I’m not in the picture anymore. I hadn’t been in your picture since 2017 when you left to NYC when you got drunk and got fingered by a random guy. And that goes for the same with me, I’m with Dom now, I slept with her numerous times now when we were friends/now dating and you can keep thinking with your delusional accusations that I liked dom since NYC but I know the truth and the truth is that I didn’t like dom till now. So as of Friday when I typed this I have officially developed feelings for her now. And also, I can proudly say, I never cheated on my delusional ex after the constant accusations from her text and her round fucking face. Lia literally go fuck yourslef and grow the fuck up, not every fucking guy is like that.

So yeah Lia We are both guilty of our wrong doings, and I’m not saying you’ll change and ik you won’t because you told me this every time people don’t change. But people do change Lia, and that’s how relationships work. It doesn’t take one to do the tango, it takes two too make it work.

It was a fun 4 years, taught me things and it make me realize how controlling you were but at the end. I had fun falling in love with you, you were my first. so I hope things go well with your tinder boy and I hope things go well with my hooter whore. Good luck with your future and don’t forget, make sure you’re not a raging cunt anymore

But I’m glad me and Dom have met, she’s a nice person and down to earth and chill. I’m already planning to move actually but we are planning to take everything slow. I wasted my four years on a girl who promised me nothing so I have to get my life straightened up. Soo right now I’m planning to get myself a Yamaha 600 Ninja R6 I believe, I have been itching to start using a motorcycle since college and now that I’m able to do so I’m going to save up and get it ready before summer. But for the past two months it’s been peaceful and quiet, no headaches no one yelling at me. No bullshit, just myself, work and Dom.