#fucking entitled cunts. fuck.

[bondagebimbo]

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[thekidsfromyestergay]

Why is nobody talking about what's happening with the met police right now. Chris Kaba, an unarmed Black man, was murdered by an armed officer last year. He was spotted in a car that had connections to a firearms incident, and was shot through the windshield after police had followed him, without ever activating lights or sirens. Kaba was not a suspect in the case, and no firearms were found inside the car. There is no evidence he gave the officer any reason to fire in self defense.

The unnamed officer who shot him is now facing murder charges. 10% of firearms police are now refusing to carry guns in protest- not because they want to prevent future deaths, but because they are afraid of being arrested for 'doing their job'. They are protesting their "rights" to murder without consequence.

The met police are a racist organisation.

Black Londoners, and all Black British people, I wish you and your families safety.

May Chris Kaba rest in peace.

[snekdood]

if you think im mean about my sister a. shes abusive and rwinger and has been bullying my whole life in spite of my trying again and again at bidding for connection with here so atp idrc bc ive tried so hard with her and shes never changes and i just cant be assed but also b. you have no idea how much im holding back for her sake.

[zeddpool]

I GOT FUCKING COVID

[guess-im-a-moth]

Bees can suck my ass!

[roeisanerd]

i never used one and talked to people like fucking adults bc if i put on a “customer service voice” i’d have to hard restrain myself from laughing lmao

and moreso the fact that it’ll be so obvious when it switches off (bc i can’t keep one on for that long) that people would detect the tone change and become the Biggest bitches in this corner of the world frfr

isn't it so funny there's such a thing as "customer service voice"? Like I have to speak to you like a child or you'll rip my face off like a wild chimp

[xcvntdraculax]

"you NEED to list your age in your bio, saying adult isnt enough, otherwise ill block you" damn. maybe stop being a whiny bitch and do it then.

[snekdood]

squirrels in a balanced ecosystem? fine. i love them. they're cute. they're not causing too much damage to the environment.

the squirrels specifically in my apartment complex that seem to be willing to do anything to destroy plants bc theres way too many of them and not enough natural predators? DEATH. DEATH. DEATH. DEATH. DEATH. DEATH. DEATH.

[oceantornadoo]

dubcon, objectification, forced (?) threesome, f!reader

they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

ghost finds you ten months after your divorce, nursing a drink in a shithole of a pub. he doesn’t consider himself a good man, licking the tears on your cheeks when he fucks you for the first time, ignoring your whines of how “it’s been a while” and you’re “too tight.” he doesn’t like to keep birds around longer than a night, but something about how you wrap your leg around him in the morning makes him stay a little longer.

he lets you call him simon after you whine that you “can’t fuck him without knowing his name.” it takes a bit, but you get used to sleeping with someone who isn’t your ex-husband. he calls you bird instead of sweetheart, love instead of darling and after a while, the word honey loses its significance. when simon tells you he’s military, you try to leave his bed, only for him to pull you by the thigh, apologizing with his tongue in your cunt. simon doesn’t date and you aren’t ready for it, content to stay in your respective apartments, living for his occasional half-smiles and usual gruff admonishments. its a bit new to simon - he’s used his camera app more in the past weeks than he has in years. always pictures of you: his cum on your tits, the bruises he leaves on your hips, a rare photo of you sleeping. he even lets you corral him into taking a cheesy mirror picture, his arms dwarfing your waist with his face tucked into your neck, your jawline exposed as you turn to kiss his cheek.

it’s two months later when you promise to cook him a meal for the first time, a sunday roast he hasn’t tasted in years. “better not take too long, bird, ‘m starvin’.” simon murmurs in your ear, hands squeezing your stomach and waist as you fumble with your keys. “i’ve had it slow cooking before i left for yours last night. it’ll put us in a food coma.” you finally put the key in the lock, turning it with force before simon decides to fuck you against the door. he dips to bite your neck, sending you into your apartment giggling, swatting him off you. the weight of your divorce is finally off your shoulders, happy butterflies fluttering in your stomach formed by simon’s continuous presence.

the butterflies die when you see a familiar pair of boots at your door.

“stay here.” you order simon, a change from your usual dynamic. you can’t focus on his reaction, set on edge by the sounds of pots clanging in your kitchen. there’s no point in creeping - he knows you’re here. you turn the corner and there he is - your ex husband. “you’re just in time, sweetheart. nice ‘f you to make a roast.”

john’s standing there like he owns the place, like he knows this kitchen he’s never been in. he’s boiling potatoes on the stove, keeping an eye on the slow cooker timer. he’s even poured himself a fucking drink, a scotch he had to have brought since all you have is wine and simon’s whiskey. all smug and entitled in his civvies, commanding the room like he pays your rent. he's still as handsome as ever, darker eye bags the only indication he's been losing sleep.

“what the fuck are you doing here, john?” john doesn’t answer immediately, instead using a fork to test the potatoes. satisfied, he takes them off the burner and turns to the sink, dumping them out in a prepared strainer. “‘s our anniversary, sweetheart. thought that’s why you made the food.” you can sense simon still in the doorway, his presence unknown to your ex. it gives you strength, a guard dog at your back, and comfort that he’s letting you run this on your own. “our anniversary ended when we signed the papers. i don’t know how you got in here, but you need to leave.” he frowns at you and it almost tugs at your heart strings. your brain conjures images of his coldness and constant distance, and you shut that down real fast. unfortunately, he doesn’t get the memo. john takes a step closer, hands up like he’s approaching a wild animal. “honey, i-“ and that’s when ghost steps out of the darkness.

there’s a long pause. it boosts your ego a bit, showing john you’ve moved on, until the silence is so long that you start to worry. you chance a look at simon’s face and find it confused, not at all the guard dog you thought he was. a glance at john’s reveals the same. you’re about to ask your question when they answer it for you. “captain.” “lieutenant.” “what?”

the transformation happens in an instant. both men straighten to their full heights, wiping any emotion off their faces. their brows furrow as they flex their hands to control their instincts. how could you not see it before? simon only mentioned he was military, but the stamp of the SAS is clear as day. it was in the harsh lines he carried, a companionship with death, not unlike the one john had.

john started first, of course, always having to take control of the situation. “you fuckin’ my lieutenant, sweetheart? miss me that much?” you rolled your eyes at his cruel words, inching closer to simon. “whatever we do doesn’t concern you.” you emphasized the “you”, spitting it out with venom. john hums low, making you nervous. you turn to simon, but he's quiet and calculating, communicating silently with his captain.

"didn't know you had a wife, sir." you answer before john can. "we divorced a year ago." john chimes in. "to the day, actually. she served me on our anniversary." simon looks down at you, the man you thought you knew now gone. his eyes are black pits, targeting you like you're prey. "that's cruel, bird." you sputter, backing into the kitchen cabinets. you walk until your back hits the sink, each man on either side of you. john has his arms crossed and head cocked to the side, like you're about to get chewed out by the school principal. simon looks...no longer human. unrestrained. whatever spark you two had has gone out, replaced by sheer loyalty to his captain. "show the captain what he's been missin', love. y've been starvin' him." he moves at lightning speed, picking you up and dropping you on the island counter, sunday roast long forgotten.

"simon?" he doesn't answer, scarred hands squeezing up and down your body as john watches from behind him, arms crossed and eyes searching. your mind is telling you one thing but your body wants another. some twisted part of your brain reminds you that john came to visit on your anniversary, even though you threw him out a year ago. simon's no better, coaxing your sweater off your torso, leaving you exposed in a lacy bra. your nipples harden and john sees, making a clicking noise with his tongue. "warm 'er up, lieutenant." simon obeys instantly, pulling down the cup of your bra to suck on your nipple. he's ravenous, no sunday roast in sight, and he's decided you're his meal instead. he sucks hard, a calloused hand reaching up to pull your other tit out so you're fully exposed to your two men. he squeezes it with reverence, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucks hard on the other one, not minding his own teeth.

it's dirty - watching john watch you. you hadn't fucked in the last months before the divorce. he was always too busy, on base or deployed, and you were so angry you couldn't let him near you. now, your ex-husband moves closer, taking in the sight of his lieutenant feasting. "miss me, sweetheart?" you shake your head on instinct. he sighs at your attitude. you're seated on the corner of the island, perfect for john to come up on your side, one large paw making its way towards your jaw, turning you towards him. "say it." you shake your head again. john sticks a thumb into your mouth, pushing against your teeth. you try to force him out, but simon bites your tit, making you gasp and let john in anyways. you suck his thumb defiantly, gazing at him with all the emotions you can't convey.

you look so pretty like this, john decides. laid out for his lieutenant, taking his orders as well as your emotions will allow. he decides to forgive you for your indiscretions with ghost - at least it was with one of his own men. they're practically an extension of himself. john hooks his thumb into the gap between your tongue and teeth and pulls, forcing you right into his space. "i reckon your cunt's nice an' wet, though. should i check? know she's missed me even if you won't admit it." your eyes go wide, giving him an answer he already knew. simon follows orders well, manhandling you into position by yanking off your jeans. there's a wet spot on the light fabric of your underwear. john can practically see your cunt clinging to it, begging for him to say hello.

"want ya to take 'em off y'self, bird." simon's finally speaking, the glaze in his eyes fading. he looks at you, then his captain, and it makes sense. how you're used to being led but refuse it all the same. how you're desperate for affection but won't date him because he's military. you're scarred from the chains of your marriage, so it only makes sense that he's the one you seek out - the opposite of husband material. more dog than human on his worst days. simon stares at you until you follow his command, meekly lifting up your hips as you take off your underwear. your cunt is sopping, in a way it only does when you’re ovulating, practically begging for it. your ex-husband whistles through his teeth like he’s praising a recruit. “knew she’d be happy to see me. hullo, darling.” you can’t find it in you to cringe. john starts running his fingers through your folds, inspecting, and all you can do is stare. stare at the veins in his forearm. stare at simon behind him, eyes trained on his captain’s movements. stare at the counter where your juices start to gather and wonder how the hell you got into this situation.

“pinch ‘er tit an’ watch ‘er flutter.” simon’s callous with his instructions but john follows them anyway, his unoccupied hand reaching up to pinch your nipple. you can’t help the gasp that escapes you, the way your cunt flutters around john’s fingers. he hums thoughtfully. john decides you’ve been good, if not a bit quiet, and presses his thumb against your clit as a reward. he starts rubbing in that pattern that would get you off without fail during your marriage. he fits one finger into you easily as you grip the counter hard, the sudden sensation overwhelming. simon peers over his shoulder like a fucking scientist. “‘f she gets bratty, i pull back the hood til she screams.” like your cunt’s a machine and they have the two pieces of its manual. john’s movements are making you desperate, hips starting to buck against his fingers. he chuckles and adds another, not hiding a smile when you sigh in relief. simon’s hands come to your waist, helping you fuck yourself on price’s fingers. it feels so wrong, having them barely listen to your pleas, and yet being under their watch is the most right you’ve ever felt in your life. that’s what brings your orgasm - not john’s thick fingers on your cunt, his rough thumb in your clit - but two sets of hungry eyes on you, like you’re their last meal. john fucks you through your orgasm, simon not letting you out of his grasp until tears start to form, the embarrassment of your own wetness coming to the front of your mind. john slowly removes his fingers and brings them to simon’s mouth to taste, not satisfied until his lieutenant hums in agreement. the two men turn to you, naked save for your disheveled bra around your waist, somehow making the scene more depraved.

“‘ow ‘bout that roast, love?” simon murmurs gruffly.

good thing john never signed the divorce papers.

[terf-breaker]

I don’t think enough people understand how tough it is to be a trans bull. All these cute little holes that are practically *begging* to be pumped full of cum but apparently “rape is bad”. Do you know how transphobic that is? A girl needs release. You have a cunt. I am entitled to pump that cunt full of thick girl jizz. Fuck just typing this all out is getting my gock so hard. This is exactly what I mean, why isn’t there some sloppy cunt, cis or otherwise, being stretched around my fem-bull gock

[therealcinemaverick]

Went on a walk yesterday and some massive father fucking sister kisser in his dumbass white and black RAV4 was doing loops around town honking at pedestrians... With a fucking boat horn.. Thank christ I had my earbuds in full volume I could only hear the faintest sound of the horn occasionally..

I wish every auto and oil company a get nuked immediately day 👍🙏

[cosycafune]

DON'T GET CAUGHT, LOVE!

1.0k words. satoru’s incredibly horny, unable to resist you. shit, he’s extremely pussy drunk — whenever it comes to you. so right now, he can’t help but challenge you to sex roulette — fucking you on his best friend’s couch. his only requirement is… don't get caught.

acts: multiple creampies, riding, pounding, slight rough sex, praising, kissing, drooling, trying not to get caught, getting caught, skin slapping and constant finishing. mdni. 18+.

SATORU knows he shouldn’t, but he’s completely compelled by your fat cunt consuming him. Even as the two of you are in a public gathering, seated in a corner, Satoru can’t help but bounce you on his cock. Not a fragment of restraint takes him, but he doesn’t care — pushing himself into conquering you completely.

Your fat cunt’s oozing with his thick ropes of cum, battered and bruised entirely. You’re absolutely his, filled to the brim with ample arrays of cum. All you can let out is muffled yelps, knowing that you’re so close to puddling.

Even if you’re on Suguru’s couch, invaded by Satoru’s fat cock, you don’t care. A large part of you knows that there’s the thrill of being caught by him, Kento and Shoko in the kitchen. But right now, you don’t care — bracing yourself into prettily bouncing on Satoru’s cock. Prettily, you take every inch — constructing yourself into tenderly moaning against Satoru’s toned neck.

“Baby, you’re doing so well,” Struggling to conceal your moans, you allow Satoru to thrust into you with his praise — consumed by his breathless praise.

“Ah! They’ll…hear,” Sexually dumbified, you lewdly speak — bubbling with the urge to explicitly moan.

Ironically, audible skin slapping, intimidate squelching and groans can be picked up on. The mess you and Satoru make is incredibly noticeable, paired with your streaking tears and messy makeup. Everything within you longed to explicitly moan, to pour your sultry heart out, and to finally curl into voiced pleasure at Satoru’s strategic pounding.

Risk adorns you and Satoru, particularly with you struggling to fully handle Satoru’s thick girth. Currently, the two of you could hear the shifting that surfaces from the distant three — knowing they remain only a room above you. They blissfully occupy Suguru’s large bedroom, not knowing that Satoru’s greedy cock pulverises you.

“Mhm! Sato’,” Trembling, you painfully moan against Satoru’s intimidating gaze — overwhelmed with warmth at his cum-coated cock.

“Taking me so…good, lotus,” Naturally, Satoru’s voiced enjoyment prompts you into riding him further — positioning your knees to take him much deeper.

“‘Feels so…good, Sato’,” Cloudy, unable to resist informing him of your pleasure, drool slips from your lips.

The commotion halting at the stairs stirred adrenaline-stored butterflies in your stomach; an insatiable urge to be caught flooded you. Submission tints you, leaving you squelching heavily at the feeling of Satoru’s thick cock driving into you. Pleased, you felt as if it drove into your heart, tickling it immensely — fuelling you to ride further.

Tinted with subconscious entitlement, you evolve a little louder — curled into your pleasure’s grasp. Listening to Satoru’s breathy moans, you’re drawn further in — knowing his deft hands grasp your bubble butt. His burly, celestial hand completely covered your butt — allowing his previous shots of cum to stain inside of you and his sculpted thighs.

“‘Gonna…cum,” Knowing you can’t remain quiet any longer, you flaunt your glassy, doe eyes — warning Satoru.

“‘Gotta keep… quiet, baby,” Taunting you, Satoru thrusts impossibly deep within you — causing your eyes to roll back and your lips to lewdly part.

“F-Fu—”

Instinctively, Satoru brings his swole lips against your own — suppressing your desperate moans with his lips. The concept of getting caught completely plagued him, but he couldn’t resist the way you prettily pounced on his cock, housing his thick waves of cum, on his best friend’s coach.

Shit, Satoru shedded all of his self-respect the moment you flaunted your cleavage to him. And also, when you straddled him when Suguru, Shoko and Kento momentarily went upstairs. How could he resist you, his beautiful girlfriend? Even one small brush from you, against his insistent cock, left Satoru unable to resist you.

That’s probably why you’re both playing sexual roulette, using his subconscious breeding kink as a way to determine how long it’ll take for your friends to travel downstairs. Innately, you can’t help you loudly moan within Satoru’s mouth — throwing your head back with enthralment. Fulfilment clouded your cum-coddling abdomen; you’re swell with it, battered.

“Sato’!” Your outcries are captured by Satoru while you cum against his cock, trembling at the cruel force of your release.

“‘So…tight,” Choppily breathing, Satoru’s physique drags you further down his cock — by your toned hips — sinking you your lowest.

Embarrassingly, the only things that reserve your dignity are your clothed top halves and the light blue blanket that barely covers you two. A justified mess, you accustom yourself into stifling your mewling — scrunching your features with tears at each taxing thrust.

“Near…baby,” Pussy-stricken, Satoru announces his words — pouring every fragment of his tainted resolve into your gushing cunt.

As of now, carelessness is etched upon his demeanour. Satoru can’t help but pulverise your bullied cunt, listening to the extreme squelching that pours from you — thrilled at listening to your intimate melody. A melody that leads him into boyishly grinning, unable to resist pounding into you — filling and tainting your abdomen and womb with him.

“In…side!” A bleary mess, you naively exclaim — completely claimed by Satoru’s cock expanding within you.

Quivering, resembling roughened ocean waves, you tightly squeeze your eyes shut. You’re prodded by overstimulation, reigned by it. Handling all of Satoru’s cock, you endure his inhumane bucking — feeling the angry tip of his cock brutalise your warm pussy walls. You could tell Satoru’s enthralled by the way your walls consumed him, rubbing against his attention-seeking tip — blessing him with your clenching.

“S-Sure…” Crumbling, Satoru hazily agrees — lazily snapping his hips against your cunt.

Etched with sexual and romantic passion, Satoru casts himself into finding comfort within your lips — harshly cumming inside of you. He gasps rapidly, unable to steady himself as you collapse against his homely chest — shaking.

“Did so good,” Grinning, coated with sweat, Satoru comforts you with his praise — feeling your sticky pussy gush against his inner thighs.

“‘Need to clean up—”

“—Can you two stop fucking?!” Irritated, Suguru’s calculated tone ripples from upstairs — leaving you and Satoru to glance at each other in shock.

“Who said we were fucking?!” Defensively responding, Satoru pants against the curve of your shoulder — physically vulnerable.

“If I come downstairs now, you’ll be decent, right?” Taunting you, Suguru threateningly inquiries — marred intrigue powdering his voice.

“Give us ten minutes!” Satoru boyishly speaks, his lips discovering your own — knowing he’s bound to have his way with you again.

The two of you lost sex roulette.

do not modify, claim or repackage my work. all rights reserved; cosycafune. 2024.

[thedreadvampy]

update they messaged me to say they felt I had been very hostile to them the last 2 times they saw me (almost fair - I was very hostile to them 2/3 of the last 3 times I saw them) and "can we address this?"

so I said "no, not really" and they said "well do you know why" and I said "yes, but I don't think I can productively have that conversation with you so I'm not going to." and they haven't messaged since.

suuuucccessss????

there is a person in my life who I Do Not Like Being Around. they trigger all sorts of shit for me that makes me extremely irritable, defensive, tense, reactive, snappy, etc. I think it would be fair to say I hate them in that I see or hear about them and I'm already mentally squaring up.

(and that is an unusual experience for me. I am a dyed-in-the-wool hater of THINGS but I find it fairly difficult to maintain a lot of distaste and anger towards PEOPLE)

but the problem is.

a) I am conscious that I am not behaving rationally. I do not like the person I am around them.

and

b) I canNOT fucking get away from them. they are in basically all my social spaces, and every time I get involved in organising they're there trying to Be In Charge In A Non-Hierarchical Way. They're my best friends' best friend. They're my ex's partner. And even when I'm not anywhere near them people end up talking to me about how irritating they are. they are haunting me.

[shrimpybbq]

Aegon the Conqueror and the Stark girl he takes captive!

He takes her when he conquers the North, seeing her beauty from afar. As the new King of Westeros, he’s entitled to whatever he wishes, and he wants her.

Aegon the Conqueror who keeps the girl locked away in his chambers, not letting her out. He lets Rhaenys in to sometimes talk to the girl, but Visenya is never allowed in.

The Targaryen king restrains himself at first, though he slowly begins to walk in on the girl’s baths, dress her in flimsy nightgowns and having her sit by his side as he works.

Aegon gives in one night, pushing the girl down on the bed and sheathing himself inside her tight cunt. He has to use spit to lubricate his cock to allow him to bottom out. The struggle she gives him only excites him more. His pretty Stark can only gasp as he moves inside of her, her wetness coating his cock. Aegon grins at the sight of a ring of cream forming at the base of his cock.

Aegon who fucks his captive each night, getting his fill until he’s fully satiated. She’s so soft and plush and he can’t help but grip her flesh tightly, kneading it between his fingers as he thrusts into her.

Aegon who always cums inside of her cunt and keeps his cock inside of her, not letting any of his seed escape. He especially likes to fuck his cum back into her and adding more throughout the night.

The Stark girl who wakes up from her slumber aside the king to feel his thick cock moving slowly inside her again. She can only part her legs wider and let Aegon grope at her breasts and his fat head bullies into her sensitive cervix.