Narcissistic Fuck

I may be a conceited bastard, but I'm still better than you'll ever be. Indie && private oc blog. Penned by Matthew.

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i spent like 3 hours total writing a blowjob scene today in between classes so uhh

like for a smutty starter *finger guns*

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am i sorry for not doing latin and instead doing this?

not a fuckin bit

@seductionfille @the-wonderland-jinx @faultyfealty

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[prxttylittle]

“He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.”

— Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits (via antigonick)

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i swear im gonna get to the THIRTY things in my inbox here.. just not right now. i have latin to do and i need to start remaking yori’s icons. (i still need to make more for syns manga and fem verses too.. matt be behind on making icons? its more likely than u think)

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Bound with Hatred

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                           Of course it had worked. Volya knew every intimate thing about Syn, from mundane to explicit. In there, he also knew what few things truly had his boy’s heart. His fool of an older brother being one of them. 

                           When he first threatened, it hadn’t worked well. There was too much doubt in the boy’s head. Natural. So he had a point to prove. So he stepped it up. This time had proof that he’d gone through with it. Photos, videos, whichever he was more pleased to gain and share.

                           Synner almost never fought against him when he brought Inigo up anymore. Seeing how submissive he got always made his cock throb. As it did now too, with the grovelling.

                           He kissed his boy back when he’d begun the next one. He pulled his body against his chest and scratched up his back.

                        “I want to forgive. You will need to work very hard these next few days to save your brother.” Run his fingers under Syn’s chin. “Get your clothes off.”

Hot tears stung his eyes behind closed lids, self control and strength weaning. He wanted to scream, hit the man, push him away from his body and claw at his skin until the disgust fell off with the flesh. Only he couldn’t. He couldn’t and Volya knew that just as well as he did.

Syn waited until he was released by his father to move away. These brief, precious and few moments were reveled in. The way they made him feel were what he always had to focus on, to steel his resolve and endure the cruelty.

He unfastened the buttons of his shirt and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor with his dignity and pride.

“Can..” He hesitated. Was he allowed to request things considering he was being punished? He decided to try it anyways. “Can we please use the bed this time?”

[prxttylittle]

“Your father didn’t love you , so you assume no one else would either.”

— Caroline Forbes (via ashesofcaptivity)

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PEOPLE WHO DONT KISS AFTER HEAD ARE SO FUCKING WEAK

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his fists shattered all of the mirrors in our bedroom - i’m not allowed to see my worth. his bloodstained hands made a necklace around my throat and he wouldn’t give me jewelry if i just showed some respect.

smspoetry (via smspoetry)

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I want to hold a boy down and pound him so hard that he cries, leave bruises and scratches all over him while I whisper in his ear and call him my baby boy and tell him how good hes being

I want to be sickeningly sweet while I make it so my boy can’t walk for a week

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The Hours (2002)