#im fucking tired of this bro

[mizie-izie]

Yall really need to stop comparing, hating, and trying to pint the stans to each other

Like yall are no better than filbrick

[humuhgod]

pov: ure the pizza the delivery guy and u somehow alw deliver to the apartment w this clingy as fuck couple who cant seem to detach frm each other while payin in front of u (jus some mini poolverine doodles b4 i crash)

[surfacage]

can you maybe chill

[manofbeskar]

[temeyes]

forever my favorite

[lycandrophile]

building off of this post, people love to say that “trans men want to keep going into in women’s spaces after they transition because they just want to have the best of both worlds!” but in my experience, there are four main reasons that a trans man might use a “women’s space” after they transition:

it’s an important resource that’s being arbitrarily gendered and we need to use it regardless of which gender is “supposed to” be using it.

it’s a public facility where we’d be significantly less safe in the men’s version and we have to choose our safety over our desire to not be misgendered.

it’s a social space that we’ve been in since before we transitioned and we don’t want to suddenly be cut off from our friends and support system.

the trans man in question is multigender and is also a woman, or maintains some other kind of connection to womanhood alongside their manhood.

do any of those sound like “evil men rubbing our dirty little hands together making plans for how we’re going to get male privilege without losing access to women’s spaces” to you? they sure don’t to me!

i think it’s pretty reasonable that we want to transition without losing the ability to access the resources we need, keep ourselves safe, keep up the relationships we’ve built, and express all facets of who we are. all of those are really, like, pretty basic parts of having good life and we shouldn’t be expected to give them up when we transition.

and honestly, if you claim to care about trans people, you should not be so attached to the gendering of these spaces that you’re willing to deny trans men those things for the sake of upholding gender restrictions. anyone who prioritizes the sanctity of gender segregated spaces over the safety, health, and well-being of trans men is a fucking transphobe. (yes, even if you’re trans yourself.)

and that’s what really gets me about all of this — the vehemence with which people are willing to defend those spaces being entirely and inflexibly gendered, despite how enforcement of gendered spaces has hurt trans people time and time again. gendered spaces have literally always been set up in ways that force trans people to break the rules; some trans men might break those rules in ways that don’t make sense to you, but that doesn’t mean it’s wrong for us to do so! it just means you might feel weird about it and that’s okay, discomfort won’t kill you.

“but using women’s spaces after transitioning to male defeats the purpose of transitioning! the whole point of transitioning is to be able to live as a man!”

and who are you to tell trans men what the point of our transitions should be? what if the purpose of us transitioning is just to live the happiest and most fulfilled life possible, and forcing ourselves into unsafe spaces or denying ourselves access to important resources or cutting ourselves off from important people in our lives or pushing down the more complex parts of our genders would “defeat the purpose of transitioning” for us? what if being able to go where cis men go is just one part of a much bigger journey, not the end goal?

if you really want to talk about “defeating the purpose,” let’s talk about how policing which gendered spaces trans men can access defeats the purpose of trying to stop cis people from policing which gendered spaces trans people can access, because it allows the policing of trans people in gendered spaces to continue in some form instead of eliminating it altogether. let’s talk about how using “evil men invading women’s spaces” rhetoric against trans men defeats the purpose of trying to stop cis people from using it against trans women, because it allows the rhetoric to continue in some form instead of eliminating it altogether.

the point of saying “let people decide which gendered space is right for them” isn’t to make sure everyone uses the one aligned with their “true gender,” it’s to let people do what’s best for them without punishing them for their choice. sometimes the best choice is one that seems wrong from the outside, and you need to learn to live with that.

i just think we as a community need to be more hostile toward people who think upholding the sanctity of a gendered space is more important than giving trans people the freedom to move through the world without being punished for existing in those gendered spaces. that kind of thinking is fucking dangerous and it’s weird as hell that some of y’all are so comfortable with it being directed at us.

moral of the story: stop giving so much of a shit about where a trans man decides to piss or see a doctor or hang out or whatever else. even if you think he doesn’t belong there, he probably has a good reason to be there anyway, and that reason is frankly none of your damn business.

[ahalliance]

antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here

transcript + context for some of the clips below

[Video Transcript:

[First clip plays.]

Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…

Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…

Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘

Antoine: Sorry

[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]

PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’

[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]

Antoine: Sorry, bro…

Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides

Rivenzi: A standing bell…

Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit

Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass

Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see

[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]

JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘

Antoine: It sucks, it sucks

Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks

Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]

Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it

Mynthos: You enjoy it?

JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad

Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….

[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]

Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema

Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?

Etoiles: You, you’re my lover

Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad

PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore

[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]

Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?

Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone

Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series

Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly

Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?

Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude

Antoine: What the fuck…

Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything

Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—

Etoiles: Never in a million years!

Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it

Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?

[Overlapping]

Antoine: No! It was just to help him—

Etoiles: No, but, okay

Antoine: He got— listen—

Etoiles: There’s no problem!

Antoine: Fuck, nevermind

Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?

Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity

Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it

Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it

Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?

Antoine: Well frankly it’s big

end Video Transcript.]

[biologicflesh]

I WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU LET ME

[guardbo]

Raymond with big thick leather gloves that he never takes off, but one day he takes them off and holds Evbo's face and and his hands are soft and perfect, and he holds Evbo so gently and Evbo cries because no one has been so careful with him, and and and Evbo's never felt anything smoother than Raymond's hands and Raymond has never felt anything rougher than evbo's and Evbo is scarred and damaged and Raymond is pristine and taken care of and unharmed Raymond x very harmed Evbo is my favorite flavor of guardbo and and I'm crying and I'm gonna vomit and I'm screaming and I need to clean but I have to write this down or I'll forget to draw it

[just-null]

i am OBSESSED with that one yandere hantengu clone art! but i do wonder, did you change their appearance a bit to make them look alike but at the same time not? this is hard to explain, but i observed the clones nose shape, sekidos hair being more different than the others, and facial structures making them each being different. very sorry if this doesn’t make sense it’s hard explaining what i noticed (T ^ T)

I think I understand what you mean, don't worry! you did wonderfully!

and basically, yes and no!

Some things were probably accidental (like facial structure), but the purposeful tweaks were their eyes and hair yeah!

I wanted the viewer to be able to tell the difference between them without being explicitly told who's who.

[design yapping under the cut]

I've heard that depending on what expression you're making often, it changes how you rest your face, and I wanted that to translate into how i drew them!

that and if you look REALLY closely, there are some subtle differences between them all in the anime/manga, so i accentuated those and added my own spin to it too.

So, if i were to draw the four making a neutral expression, it'd look something like this!

And that would HOPEFULLY be enough to give you an idea about who's who while also keeping their faces EXTREMELY similar yet a little different at the same time

but knowing me....... i'd probably still make it super obvious.......

I changed their nose because Hantengu had a sharp nose, and I thought it'd be hot cool to see them with one! I have no excuse for the eye bags and dimples.. they look like they have the type of hot guy aura to have those traits............... orz

i try not to forget small details but i probably do sometimes making them look different //slams head against wall

[smokerswifey]

Not Tristan dropping the Lancelot lore in the middle of a fucking battle like baby I know how much you like gushing over your boyfriend but read the room now is not the time 😭😭/jk

[julysn]

there’s a place for us in a dirty movie | dilf!kyle x fem!reader

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ After a long day of work and taking care of your children, you and your husband end the evening in bed.. and maybe end up making another kid.

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc!𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!dilf!kyle / submissive top (?) kyle.. idk where i was going with this. / spoiler he rips your panties off with your teeth. / slight praise / you have two kids together / breeding / milf!reader / handjobs / probably didn’t cook. maybe i burned the meal. let me know

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈4000

𝓝otes ⋆ dunno what i was cooking LMFAO i wrote this during class and i’m pretty sure the cute guy next to me noticed.. also sorry for inactivity!! yk how school is. HAPPY TRAIL DILF KYLE !!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH

what motivated me 2 write this was there being not a lot of second person smut on kyle :,( can we all agree that first person SUCKS 4 smut 😭 | ao3 link

You sat there in bed, head tilted slightly and eyes lazily gazing into the screen of your television. Your kids were all asleep and tucked in nicely, and you were now waiting patiently for your husband to come home from work.

You and Kyle Broflovski have been married for about four years, and you loved him dearly. You’d give him the world and the moon if you could. The way your life turned out felt like a dream come true—you were living comfortably, had adorable children running around the house, and were in the most perfect relationship ever. It felt surreal.

A soft yawn escapes your lips as your gaze drifts from the TV to the door, before you reach over to the nightstand and pick up your phone. It was about time for him to come home, and you couldn’t deny the little flutter in your chest at the thought of him being back in bed with you. Even though you two were now married, whenever you looked—or, hell, thought about him, your heart rate would slowly pick up its pace and a smile would develop on your lips. It reminded you of your highschool years and when the two of you first began liking each other.

You remembered the day the two of you went on your first date together. Junior year, on a snowy day during December. The two of you were supposed to go to the local Buca di Faggocini for dinner, but it ended up snowing so badly that it was impossible to drive. Kyle decided to walk down to your house because the two of you were practically neighbors, and you both ended up sitting by the fireplace, bodies curled up into an embrace as you watched a movie.

Then there were the basketball games. You only attended them once you and Kyle started to date, and they were fun to watch. Or maybe it was fun because you just gazed at him the entire time. You loved seeing SPHS win, loved seeing the bright smile on his face whenever his team won—which was practically every game, since the other schools in the area couldn’t compare to the athleticism of South Park High—and seeing him celebrate.

Most of your favorite high school memories involved him in some way, whether it be you and Stan’s friends skipping class, or him just being in the background of your fondest moments. You two were truly meant to be.

Sinking deeper into an ocean of thoughts, you almost barely missed the sound of the doorknob twisting, the creak of the door shaking you out of your nostalgia.

“Hey.” You give Kyle a nonchalant smile, hints of tenderness in your expression as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you were practically smiling and giggling at the thought of him. He’d tease you if he knew.

But he could already tell.

Oh, he knew everything about you. Not in a creepy way, of course, but spending so much time with you over the years and watching the two of you grow from angsty, chaotic teens in high school to mature, intelligent adults caused him to learn little things about you. Your little habits, how you’d always try to act relaxed around him even after being married—when in reality you were thinking about him, every little thing. He noticed it, and he loved it. He loved you, loved every little thing you did and said.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Kyle asks, voice soft and smooth as he walks over to you and places a hand on your cheek, lightly cupping it as he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You practically melted at his oh-so-sweet gesture, even if you were used to it by now. He was just so sweet and perfect, the definition of husband material. It sounded crazy, but you were thankful that he was yours, no one else’s. You’d do anything to keep him as yours. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a wide smile, a soft blush blanketing your cheeks.

“Yeah.” The truth slips from your lips, and you watch with a sweet, lovestruck gaze as he turns away from you and pulls his shirt off, the softest hint of red climbing up your cheeks.

Kyle’s body was divine, comparable to the likes of Greek gods. He had the perfect set of abs; his athleticism from his high school years etched into his waist like an everlasting memory. Small, slightly noticeable veins ran down his arms, and your eyes fell upon his happy trail. You had to bite your lip to conceal the bit of drool that threatened to spill out, your gaze sliding down the way his hair led down to his genitals.

That was the father of your children. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

You watch him with an almost intense gaze, eyes glued to the sight before you as he balls up his shirt and tosses it into your laundry basket, carefully unbuckling his belt and slipping it off of his pants as he places it on the dresser and pulls his pants down, leaving himself in his boxers. You can’t help but stare as he opens the drawer and picks up a pair of comfy shorts, slipping the fabric around his legs and pulling it up to hug his pretty waist.

Ugh, he was so pretty. Kyle Broflovski was the prettiest man to ever grace the earth with his mere presence. You weren’t exaggerating, that was genuinely how you felt. He aged like fine wine, still as handsome as he was in his teenage years.

God, you could remember the first day you laid eyes on him. Sophomore year, the first day of school.

You had moved to South Park with your parents over the summer, and stepping into South Park High, your eyes were greeted with chaos. It was comforting, in a way, since your last school was stricter than a Mormon’s life.

You were then approached by a group of four boys, one of them being a kid with curly red hair and little freckles on his cheeks. He stood there awkwardly, not saying too much as two of the guys hit on you while one of them just introduced himself and the guys.

You glanced at him occasionally, mentally noting each feature he had. Not to be a creep. But he was pretty. Tousled red hair that slightly covered his eyes. Pale, freckled skin. Mossy green eyes. A defined jawline, unlike one of his friends that was currently trying to impress you. The softest hint of a blush on his nose—was it a cold, or just natural?

After the other three boys had left, the curly-haired teen offered to walk you to class, and you let him. I mean, this was a new school, and you needed help to get around. When the both of you began to walk to your first class, you two instantly hit it off.

And the rest was history.

Falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of nostalgic memories and thoughts, you barely noticed as Kyle slid into bed beside you, letting out a heavy sigh as he relaxed against the soft pillows and comforters. You barely noticed the stress etched into his features, deep in your love for him.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn from staring at the wall to face him.

When you looked at him, you stole his breath away. Kyle couldn’t believe that you were real. You were an angel, someone worthy of becoming a model. The prettiest wife he could’ve ever asked for. His eyes drifted down to the way your top showed a bit of your cleavage, drifting down to your thighs, the sight of you causing a rush of blood to immediately run down to his penis.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, looking him up and down. Damn.

Before he could reply, he watched as your eyes trailed down his body, silently admiring his muscles and pale, freckled skin when your eyes drifted down to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Immediately, you spoke, a finger pointing down at his crotch. Your mouth moved faster than your mind. “You want me to take care of that?”

And immediately, you regretted it. The way you said it caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over your consciousness as a blush crept up your cheeks and blanketed your skin.

Kyle blushes too, his cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of red that rivaled his hair as he stutters for a moment. Even though you two had been together for years, the thought of you performing such acts on him always caused a certain heat to rise up to his face.

Silence descends upon the two of you, the soft hum of the television filling the air as he slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate embrace. You didn’t even need a verbal response or a nod of the head to know what he wanted, you just knew.

He wanted you.

Kyle’s arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on his cheeks as your tongues clashed and fought in a battle of control and dominance.

And he was winning.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, letting him deepen it as he pulled you onto his lap and slid his hands down to cup your ass, calloused fingers digging into your flesh. Soft whimpers escape his lips as he kisses you desperately, wanting more, needing more of you.

One of your hands slipped down from his cheek down to his thigh, gently squeezing it as you tugged his shorts down and freed his erection from the prisons of fabric. Kyle let out a soft, pretty moan as your fingers gently brushed against his tip, sending shivers crawling up his spine. Pre-cum was already dripping down his cock, the perfect substance to use as lubricant.

“Fuck, oh my god..” His deep, breathless groans encourage you, motivating you to go him, motivating you to wrap your hand around his shaft and pump up and down, pre-cum coating your fingers as you do so.

As you stroke his dick, arousal begins to pool in your stomach. Fuck. He looked so pretty like this, desperate for you to continue your handjob, desperate to finally cum and feel your cunt around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just at the thought of the two of you having sex again.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you stroke his cock, motions beginning to accelerate as you smile cheekily. “Am I making you all worked up, baby?”

Kyle rolls his eyes playfully and flashes you a smile, still able to look as charming as ever even while you were jerking him off. “Maybe.”

You continue your motions, the thought of causing him to climax, or, in other words, to fall off of the edge of heaven motivating you to no end. Each stroke got faster, harder, better as he threw a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.

The kids are still asleep, you thought, biting your lip anxiously as you occasionally glanced at the door. It was locked, but the kids might knock on the door or cry to get your attention. I hope they don’t ruin this for us.

Your free hand lifts, fingers lazily drawing circles around Kyle’s nipples as he looks down at you, eyes pleading for more.

“Y/N, please, I’m about to cu—“

His muffled warning was too late, as before he could even finish speaking, he ejaculated all over your hand. Kyle let out a deep groan into the palm of his hand, milky white cum flowing down your hand to his balls as his hips buck upwards.

You pull back, slumping against the soft comforters as you lick his semen off of your fingers. The silence was deafening, and you could’ve sworn there was a ringing in your ears. Tinnitus, maybe? Or was it really that quiet?

“So… do you want to go to sleep now?” You ask sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you stand up from the bed and walk over to the dresser.

You begin pulling your shorts down and slipping them off of your ankles, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. Just as you place them on the dresser, you feel his arms wrap around you, his calloused fingers tugging at your panties.

“I need you so fuckin’ bad..” Kyle mumbles against your neck, pulling you into him as his teeth graze against your neck. A soft, almost whiny moan leaves your lips as his hands squeeze your thigh before sliding up to your hips.

He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over your figure as his teeth nibble on your flesh. You whine and gasp, looking down at him as his lips descended your chest to your waist, to your hips, pressing kisses everywhere he went. He was really desperate for you, wasn’t he?

“Oh god..” You moan breathlessly, eyes glued to the way Kyle kisses your hips, eyes glued to the sight of his lips exploring your body. He looked so pretty like this, all desperate to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty.” He comments absentmindedly, busy with ravishing your body, not even realizing the words that slipped from his mouth as his fingers gently caress your skin.

Kyle’s teeth found the waistband of your panties, tugging on them slowly as his tongue darted out to tease you with soft, quick flicks to the skin. Just as you relaxed from his ministrations, he pulls back and you yelp, feeling the fabric snap off of your skin.

“You better pay for that.” You frown, crossing your arms and glaring down at him.

“I will, Y/N. Promise.” He whispers against your ear, leaning in to kiss your temple. You smile at his affectionate action, caught off guard when he starts to rub his member against your entrance, shaft sliding up and down your clit.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” You babble out mindlessly, the sensations of Kyle’s cock in-between your folds sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. He always felt so good.

Loud, breathless moans escape your lips as his hands gently fondle your breasts, his thumb twirling against your nipples. His erect member slid up and down, up and down, torturing you as you waited impatiently for him to slide inside you.

“Shh, darling. Hold still.” Kyle whispers, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss, your tongues pirouetting and tangoing sloppy as you try to maintain your composure, failing when he was teasing you so good like this.

You let his tongue explore your mouth and muffle your moans, letting him explore each and every single crevice he could come across and memorize the taste of your tongue against his.

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, Kyle pulls back from you, ending the kiss as he hastily reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. You watch through your eyelashes as he rips the wrapper open, tugging the condom over his shaft as he flicks the wrapper away and turns back to you.

“Are you sure we’re going to need that?” You ask slyly, finger aimed at the condom on his cock. “I wouldn’t mind another kid.”

It was a bold suggestion, but you just had to say it, you just needed to let it out. It’d be nice to have another one, and he was such a good father, it was unreal.

Kyle stares at you dumbfounded, a soft red hue rising up to his cheeks. It sounded like a good idea, in all honesty—your eldest was five, youngest being three. Maybe it was time for another baby..

After a few moments of hesitation, he starts to slip the condom off of his shaft, tossing it aside. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod so quickly your head would’ve probably fallen off, eager to have him inside you.

Kyle slowly pushes himself inside of you, gripping your hips as he fills your insides. He was quite large and hard, so it always felt amazing to have him pushing himself past your folds and into your canal. You squirmed in delight, throwing your head back against the pillows as he rolls his hips forward.

“Kyle-!” You moan, pearls of sweat dotting your hairline as he goes deeper and deeper, pumping into you with increasing intensity. Your eyes roll back, your fingers finding the bedsheets and tightening their grip on the fabric.

“You’re so pretty..” He moans, leaning down as his lips latch around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around your areolas as your body writhes underneath him.

Kyle’s thrusts find a steady pace, his hands gripping your hips as he gently sucks on your breasts. You squirm and moan, pleasure coursing through your veins as he starts to tease you, teeth grazing across your chest. His cock pushes in and out of you, in and out, in and out again as the sounds of his balls slapping against your clit fill the air. The kids better not be awake.

“You’re so tight and wet, babe.” The nickname slips out of his lips like he’s wanted to say it forever, but can’t bring himself to. You smile a bit, though, a small smile gracing your lips while he continues to pump his shaft deep into you.

You’re so distracted, distracted by the feeling of each and every thrust in and out of you, distracted by his tongue sucking on your chest, leaving hickeys in areas no one else could see, so distracted that your moans slowly get louder and louder to the point that your children could hear.

Kyle takes notice of this, pulling back and pressing his lips against yours in a quick attempt to silence you. It works, as his tongue swirls around yours and he explores your mouth again, loving how you tasted and how you felt around him.

Once he finally ends the kiss, pulling back and gazing at your figure as you writhe and squirm under him, he places his hand over your mouth so his palm could muffle your moans.

You’re losing your breath, the feeling of his hips brushing against yours and his cock pounding into you sending waves of ecstasy to your core. Soft, breathless whimpers leave your lips, eyes fluttering shut and back arching forward as his hands come up to fondle your breasts.

Kyle’s close, oh so close, oh so close to hitting his climax. He’s going to explode, and it becomes more and more evident as his thrusts begin to increase in speed, cock sliding in and out of your entrance as quickly as he physically could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” His words slide off his tongue without its sentence even being completed, cock swelling slightly as he begins to cum. You feel full, full of your husband, the love of your life.

Kyle groans as semen spills into you, penis twitching inside of you as a sense of warmth fills your being. This felt exquisite, divine, like your body was made only for the purpose of being pleased and pleasing your one and only.

Once he’s finally done emptying his cum into you, he pulls out of you, sliding out of you and collapsing against your body lazily.

Kyle lays his head on your abdomen, letting out a soft hum as you run your fingers through his tousled hair. The moment was sweet and peaceful, a stark contrast to the events that had just transpired between the both of you.

Silence envelops your figures for a few seconds, the rush of pleasure slowly fading as he comes to a realization.

“Did you cum?” Kyle asks, looking up at you and cocking his head to the side. A wave of embarrassment washes over your being as you replay the moment and realize no, you didn’t. You didn’t cum at all.

“No..” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as he lifts his head from your stomach. He just wasn’t hitting the right spots when he was penetrating, and you didn’t make it obvious.

Kyle lifts his head, the thought of him finally making you cum once and for all sending a spark of blood rushing down to his groin. He presses a kiss to your lips as he quickly flips you onto your stomach.

You gasp as he presses his cock against your folds, feeling it grow and harden. “Fuck..”

A smirk grows on Kyle’s lips, and he leans down, tilting your head to face him, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, tongue swirling and spinning around yours.

Distracting you with his kisses, he effortlessly pushes past your entrance, filling you up and making you feel whole once again. You moan and whine, all of your noises muted by his tongue pushing past your teeth and exploring your mouth as if he hadn’t ever kissed you before.

Kyle hits the right spots perfectly, his mind focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. You squirm and writhe, your arousal elevated by the way his tip tickles your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck—!” You cry out, burying your face into a pillow in an desperate attempt to muffle your sounds of delight. You just couldn’t keep quiet, no, not at all, not when he was fucking you like this. Not when he was fucking you so good.

You’re lost in a haze, a haze of satisfaction and pleasure, head empty except for thoughts of how good it felt whenever Kyle pumped into the right spots. You barely even notice his hand crawling up your scalp, fingers wrapping itself around the strands of your hair as he keeps your head buried in the comfort of your plush pillows.

He tugs on your hair, strong enough to lift your head to face him yet light enough to be barely painful, pulling your face closer to his so he could press kisses against your jawline.

Your noises of pleasure and gratification begin to crescendo as you feel yourself begin to climb to your peak, climbing to the climax as each thrust hit your g-spots perfectly. Your fingers curl around the bedsheets, gripping the fabric helplessly, feeling just so good, so satisfied with him filling your insides.

You felt whole again, like his dick was the one thing missing from the puzzle of you. Like he was the key to your soul, and sex was just the way you had to unlock your emotions.

“I’m gonna.. I’m—“

Your warning was abruptly interrupted as he pushed your head back down into the plush pillows and comforters. He knew he had to stop you from waking the kids.

“Just let it out for me, Y/N.” Kyle whispers against your skin, his voice sultry and smooth as his thrusts get deeper, harder, better.He was going to cum, and so were you.

Then, it happens.

You scream incoherently, screaming into the plush fluff of the pillows, screaming with pure delight. Indulgence crashes into you, your orgasm marking an end to your pursuit to climax. Your fingers tighten around the soft fabric, nails digging into your own palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You knew that Kyle was exceptionally good in bed; he always was. But there was something special when the two of you did it this time, something special in the way he thrust into you, something special in the way his lips pressed against yours.

Maybe that something special was the excitement of attempting to create another child.

You sigh and relax against the sheets, panting and out of breath as he releases your hair and plops down beside you, trying to catch his breath. Sweat pools beneath your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, exhaustion overcoming your senses.

“That was really nice..” You sigh heavily, pressing a tender kiss to his temple, looking down only to see that he had already dozed off, eyes shut and lips parted slightly as his soft breaths hit your skin.

Tonight was a night you knew you’d never forget.

[will-graham-coded]

Fun fact abt OP! I'm in remedial math bc I'm that much of a gay stereotype and I'm currently waiting for my professor to show up so she can say a bunch of numbers and ruin my day :D

[onebillionghosts]

man i remember when nevermore first came out i was sad it was so underrated.. but now after all the drama, i wish it had stayed underrated, because a big fanbase (especially one with a lot of minors) ALWAYS brings drama

[gimmeurmoneyagh]

BRUTUS pt.1!!

THIS IS A SONGFIC RAHHH

summary: uhoh yu jie go a lil’ cray-cray 🤪🤪🤪 lil peice of lore drop!!

ive been watching him for my entire life

“Oh what’s that!“ my younger brother squeals digging through my cupboard filled with stories.

I try to supress a grimace, as he rips out pages hazardly. I want to shout, to scream. But I know I’ll be punished.

i hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees

He grins up at me light shining in his eyes. Oh how desperately I wish to put it out.

his words so contrived

“When I’m older I wanna be just like you Yu Jie!“ He says splattered in colorful paint, while Father ruffles his hair and whistles. and i hate the way the townspeople gather outside “Wow! This is a work of art!“ My mother gasps as she holds out my brothers newest work of trash. A bunch of scribbles is what it truly was.

they hang on every breath, cling to his chest “Yu Jie! How dare you make fun of your brother!“ My mother cries, I clench my fists as I look down at the ground. “Answer me!“ She raises her hand quickly, and I flinch. My first mistake. She narrows her eyes down at me before pinching my arm, “Listen here young lady, we do not disrespect our male relatives“ Tears streak my cheak as I try not to cry from her grip. She pinches tighter. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.“ “...Yes Mother.“ home to his heart full of pride

“Awwwww... ʰᵃ́ᵒʸᵘ̀ this is a beautiful poem!“ Mother gushed over him while Father smoked a pipe and coughed all the smoke over the kitchen table.

’Why do I never get proper recognition? Just why?’

the oracle told him to beware the ides

He looks down clearly sad, I don’t care but Mother and Father would get on my case for not asking why.

“What’s wrong?“ I nudge him slightly wth my foot not wanting to get closer

“N-nothing...“

I narrow my eyes, he was always bad at hiding secrets.

and id be lying if i said i wasnt wishing

He giggles holding up a red toy, red.

Red was all I could see.

for untimely death or demise

“What do you mean Scarlett??“ I glare down at the girl trying so hard not to cry, creasing the newspaper almost causing rips in the paper.

Idiot. You can’t rely on anyone ever since the princess came to power...

“I- Well I just-“ She babbles on, I grimace and snatch it away from her and open it up.

He was on the front page.

I was not.

or am i wishing i could be like you

He grabs me by my ponytails and throws me in the cellar.

His beady eyes watching me.

Forever judging.

He wouldn’t do this to him.

Of course not! He’s the golden child after all...

that the people would see me too as a poet

’She ruffles my hair and looks down at me, the light shining in her eyes.’

’Oh how I ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ my mother...’

’And oh how she ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ me...’

and not just the muse

I woke up. Bedroom was as small and dusty as usual.

I should get a maid, but Mother only says ’dignified’ children get servants.

Then why does he have one?

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