I've gotten frustrated with this being a side blog, so I've decided to create a main blog with the same URL. My username is the same @senseiofbullshit, however, it is a separate blog as of now, so you can follow me over there if you like. This blog won't be deleted. It will be archived so you don't have to worry about works being deleted. All my works here will be added to my masterlist there. Eventually I will stop posting and responding here as that will become my main blog. Thank you for everything!
You said “I can’t” about an hour ago. An hour ago, you looked up at Porco and told him that you didn’t think you could cum anymore. You were spent then and you’re spent now. You’re not even sure how long it’s been since he went down on you like a man starved and started fucking you into the mattress. Porco laughed when you told him “I can’t” to his request for you to cum. “Yes, you can,” he said, his voice stern as he continued moving his hips at a punishing pace. He listened to you whimper and felt your nails rake at the muscles in his back. He felt your legs tighten then loosen, tighten then loosen, tighten then loosen around his waist. He watched the way your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth hung open, devoid of sound while he worked your sensitive clit with his wet thumb. He didn’t even need to wet his thumb on his tongue anymore. He just took collection from between your bodies, slick in abundance after so many orgasms. He watched the way your eyes squinted then rolled into the back of your head as your body writhed under him like a trapped animal. He muttered “fucccck” through clenched teeth followed by a laugh as you came just as he said you could. He praised you without even breaking his pace. That was an hour ago.
Within the hour, he managed to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. He gave you a break once he noticed the tears of overstimulation in your eyes. He checked in to make sure you were alright. He let you catch your breath, but the way he placed soft kisses all over your body let you know that he was far from done with you. He left the choice up to you, gently asking you if you wanted to stop or if you wanted more. The thought of more truly sounded unbearable. What more could you give? There was nothing left. But Porco knows better. There’s always something left. It almost makes you want to cry. He asked you again when you didn’t answer, the playfulness gone from his eyes as you sipped at the bottle of water he’d brought you. His face was serious as he tried to gauge what kind of shape you were in. He knows your limits and he’s not a monster. He won’t cross any lines that you draw.
That’s how you wound up prone with a pillow under your hips as he drills into you from behind. His grip is tight on your jaw as he makes you look at yourself in the mirror.
Porco hears the way you let out that broken whimper.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?”
He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he’s chuckling in your ear.
“You are, aren’t you? I always know how to get you right.”
You let out a sound that could be anything between a whine and a babble. He doesn’t let up, his hips driving into yours from behind with controlled power. He grips your jaw a little tighter.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Cum. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he says in your ear.
He moans as your eyes roll and life seems to drain out of you for a moment. Your body goes slack right before you’re locking up, quaking, and screaming.
“Fuck. That’s so good, baby. Good girl. Love it when you fucking cum on me. Feels so good.”
He lets go of your jaw and your head falls forward onto the mattress as the remnants of your orgasm begin to ebb and flow away. He hasn’t stopped. He’s still going. You know he’s hoping to pull more out of you. He’s looking to take and take and take in the best way. He will take until he gets his fill or until you’re completely spent, the latter more likely.
“Such a fucking good girl, the way you take me. No matter how much I make you cum, it’s not enough. So fucking greedy. Can’t even decide if you want a break or more of my dick.”
Porco continues slamming into you, the angle just right as he rubs up against your sweet spots.
“Porco,” you whimper, already feeling an orgasm on the heels of your last.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers in your ear, his voice honeyed and not marred by exhaustion the way yours is.
“Porcooo,” you whine.
He chuckles.
“Cum for me,” he groans, lips pressed to your but eyes focused on your reflection.
He squeezes your jaw, wanting to keep your focus on him. Your hand flies to his wrist and the other fists the sheets below you. When your body slackens and your eyes roll back, he chuckles in your ear. He keeps going, his pace quickening as you squeeze him, shake, and thrash under him with a loud scream. He lets out a gravelly groan.
“I love it. Love the way you cum on my cock. Love making you fucking cum.”
You’re deduced to a moaning mess, words jumbling together into ‘ah’s and ‘ooo’s and ‘baby’.
“Give me one more, okay?”
You let out a groan, your body already tired from the liquid fire that's running through your veins. Porco angles his hips downward just a little more and opts for deeper drags of his cock within you. You feel like you want to scream.
“Come on, baby. You have enough to give me one more. You can do that, can’t you?”
His voice is whispered but his teasing tone isn’t lost on you. This is the game he plays. It’s teasing and cruel but in the best way. He knows how you’ll answer. He knows what you want, but he wants you to say it. He wants you to stroke his ego.
“One… more,” you weakly mutter, your lips smushed together by his grip.
He chuckles.
“Yeah, baby. You’ve been doing good. So fucking good.”
He looks right at you in the mirror. His hair is disheveled, his cheeks red, and his skin drenched in sweat, but he smirks at you. He grabs your chin again, making you look at him in the mirror. You can feel the arousal painfully twisting in your abdomen. You whine, your orgasm seesawing closer as you look at Porco’s reflection through tears.
“Want me to cum in you?” He asks, already knowing the answer.
“Yes! Please! Cum in me, Porco. Pleasepleaseplease,” you whine.
He shushes you. The gesture would be sweet if he were comforting you and not methodically hammering into you, his cock heavy as it continuously drags down against all the spots that make you delirious.
“We can cum together, okay? Would you like that, hm? Making each other cum?”
“Yessss,” you pitifully whine.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
His hips stop and you’re just about to whine in protest until you feel his weight slightly lift from your back. You feel him shift his waist closer then up so he slides in to the base but angles downward. You let out a loud moan when his cock feels like it sits heavier in you, the length of him curved along your g-spot. You whine. He laughs because he knows you understand. He is about to destroy you. He asked you for one more, but he’s going to be malicious about it. He’s going to make sure your neighbors hear you. You’re going to scream and thrash like you’re being exorcised. You’re going to make a mess. It’s guaranteed. You relax under him, a silent submission and acceptance of your fate. He muscles his free hand between your body and the pillow under your hips. Your eyes flutter closed, your legs twitch involuntarily, and you emit a breathy moan when you feel his fingers gently working your clit. He groans when he feels the way you tighten around him.
“Ready, princess?”
“Mhm,” you murmur.
He immediately draws his hips back and begins a slower pace this time around. He doesn’t want to just crank this orgasm out of you and have it quickly forgotten. He doesn’t want it to surprise you and be short lived. He wants it to slowly sunrise throughout your body. He wants you to feel it for a long stretch before it actually happens. He wants it to ripple and wind through every fiber of your being. Every slide of his cock strikes a match of euphoria that slowly balloons in your lower abdomen.
“Look at yourself, baby,” he says as he squeezes your jaw.
You’re a fucking mess. There’s no better way to put it. Freshly done hair has been completely sweat out. Makeup is smeared in every direction. Neck and chest covered in hickies. Tear tracks cutting through the sweat on your face. Drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. And yet, Porco is smirking. He did that to you. He made you what you are right now and he finds it so fucking hot. The fact that you can hardly keep your head up or your eyes from rolling back because you’re so deep in the throes of pleasure really strokes his ego. He’s a monster in the making every time he has you like this. God, he’s ruining you and you let him. Every single time. The fact that you trust him so much… He’s trying not to let sentiment take over as he fucks you like he’s getting paid to do it.
With what little strength you muster, you slide one of your hands into the space between his hip and your ass. You weakly press back against him, trying to push him away with the strength of an ant. He laughs, he actually laughs at the pathetic attempt.
“Move your hand,” he commands.
“It’s too much. Too… deep,” you pant.
“You can handle it. Now move your fucking hand.”
“Porco–“ you begin, but his hips stop abruptly.
He stops abruptly. He shoots you a glare in the mirror. Not a word needs to be said for you to understand. I’ll stop. His face is the picture of frustration but it’s also taunting. You also know that he means it. You sigh and submit, as if you had a leg to stand on in the first place. Your hand falls back to your side on the bed. He glares at you for a moment longer to ensure that his message of “you better not do that again” is well received. His eyes stay on yours as he begins rocking into you again, slowly at first, as if testing the waters, then faster until he reaches his previous pitch.
It’s a descent into the same pleasurable madness. It makes you want to tear your hair out but it also makes your body spasm and moan for more.
“Cum for me. Fucking cum for me. Give me everything. Cum all over me.”
He feels it, the telltale sign that you’re about to cum. It’s in the way your eyebrows knit together and your mouth hangs open, but there’s not a sound coming out of you. It’s in the way that your body is locking up under him and the way you’re fisting the sheets. It’s in the way that you’re rhythmically squeezing him like you want to milk him for all he’s worth. His own eyebrows furrow when your eyes meet in the mirror.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Please.”
And there it is; the moment you’ve been waiting for. The reason you’ve been holding out so long. The moment you’ve been craving. The moment that made the overstimulation and the blurred line between pain and pleasure worth it. His lips press to the shell of your ear. You hear the soft, shuddering breath first followed by a whine and a deep, gravelly groan through clenched teeth. Despite the cotton in your ears, he sounds like he’s moaning directly into your mind. Not that you needed it, but it’s the final push that makes you scream for him as you cum.
“Fuuuuck. Fuck,” he all but sings right into your ear as you feel his hips stutter and he spills into you.
For a moment, there’s nothing. No sound. No movement. Just the feeling of an ice cold rush under burning hot skin. But then he lets his weight gently collapse onto your back where you can feel the defined muscles of his chest shuddering a few more times before relaxing. Porco lets your jaw go and your face falls forward onto the mattress. He moves slowly, his arms wrapping around you as he buries his face in your neck. His lips begin pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. His hands begin to softly rub against your collarbone, the soft touches grounding you.
“Still with me?” He softly asks.
You answer with a pathetic groan as your body tries to recover where it was pulled apart and put back together.
“Thought I lost you for a second,” he says with a chuckle as he buries his face in your neck.
He continues pressing soft kisses to your damp neck. He hums softly, the rattling of his chest against your back helping bring you back.
“I can’t anymore,” you murmur.
He nods.
“I know. I’m done. You did good. You okay though?” he asks as he begins to pet your sweaty hair back and out of your face.
You nod and take a deep breath.
“You okay?” you ask, which makes him laugh because he’s obviously in much better shape than you are.
“Yeah. I’m okay. Don’t fall asleep. I’ll run you a bath and get some food in you, pretty girl.”
You let out a content hum at the thought of Porco taking care of you after tearing you apart at the seams.
“I hope you know this is why your ex is fucking crazy,” you mutter.
“Huh?”
“This is why your ex is fucking crazy. Because you fuck like that. Whore.”
There’s a quiet moment before he laughs, his laughter vibrating through you.
“She’s crazy because she's fucking crazy. I don’t think I had anything to do with that,” he tells you as he carefully pulls out and rolls off of you. “You sayin’ the dick is that good?”
You don’t have the energy to twitch in his direction. He wraps his arms around and drags you to lay on his chest.
“Porco, shut up.”
“Love you too, baby.”
You when Porco is done with you:
senseiofbullshit 2025 - I do not not consent to my work being stolen, plagiarized, or modified.
“my love,” nanami calls, stepping into the living room with wrinkled pjs and damp hair. you’re laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through one of your various shopping apps— spring sales have you adding everything to your cart.
“yes?” you reply, craning your neck to meet his gaze. he lifts your legs, sitting where they were resting before lowering them back down, in his lap. he smells like water and clean laundry— it’s familiar and comforting.
warm hands rest on your calves, you put your phone down to give him your full attention.
“you have my debit card on your phone and wallet,” he starts, “you know that, right?”
you nod slowly, giving him a confused look. “i know.”
“you haven’t used it at all. i just checked my statement.” he says, “didn’t i tell you to buy whatever you want?”
“you did,” you smile, almost laughing at the situation. “and i’m grateful, always, that you offer to pay for my things, but i have my own money too, ken— also! i did use it, actually.”
he rolls his eyes, not malicious, of course. “yeah, for boba. twice. do you know how many shopping bags you’ve hauled into this house the past month?”
he’s being sarcastic and you laugh. this has always been something you guys quarrel about, kento giving you all his money and assets, immediately throwing his card whenever you mention something you like. “why do you want me to spend your money so bad?”
kento pouts, just slightly, it’s barely even noticeable.
“i’m grateful, baby,” you say, “but you already pay for so much— this house, my car insurance, the bills and date nights… i’m already spending quite a lot, no?”
“you can spend more,” he pouts, “what i pay for already is nothing— i want to buy you more, for you to have everything you want.”
“i already have everything i want,” you tease, “he’s actually sitting in front of me, kindly massaging my calves.”
he narrows his gaze, a smile twitching onto his lips.
“we’re going to the mall this weekend— the far one,” he decides, “we haven’t been to the mall together for a while, love. i wonder why is that?”
you hum, avoiding his gaze, “maybe because the last time we went, you secretly took my wallet out of my purse and hid it in your underwear drawer so you could pay for everything?”
he laughs, recalling the moment. “i am absolutely doing that again— also, i saw that app you were scrolling on, let me see what you have, i’ll get it for you.”
notes from mei! i do have a shopping addiction actually (im dirt poor rn and in withdrawal) but i see my future (this fic) and its so so bright
Okay, saw a post about this, thought I would make a post explaining further. And this may make me sound like a bitch or ungrateful and that is not my intention. This is a conversation we, as a content consuming community, need to have—need to keep having.
And if you think we don’t need to have it, these are screenshots of notes on some of my fics—fics that have been posted for 7 months to 3 years. (And please keep in mind, I’ve been in the tumblr writing community for a while, so these numbers don’t even begin to correlate with new up-and-coming writers)
Does this seem right to you??? (the difference between likes and reblogs)
If you are saying ‘why yes, you are doing great. you have so many notes.’ you are not getting the point of this post—so let’s talk about it.
I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but please understand: likes do nothing for content creators.
1. Let’s first talk about why reblogging is so important:
Tumblr works on the reblog system (it’s not like Instagram, twitter or tiktok). In order for content to spread and appear on people’s dashs, it needs to be reblogged. That is the only way for content to be seen.
2. Let’s also do a quick take on why people don’t reblog (this is just what I have come across/seen people say):
“I commented, isn’t that enough?” — comments are fantastic! I LOVE to hear what you have so say, but like…you can also comment on a reblog. A comment + reblog = a marriage proposal from me, I swear. Cuz just comments tend to say: liked it but it wasn’t good enough for me to share with others (-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷄_-̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥᷅ )
“I don’t want people seeing what I read” — unless your conservative grandma is on here and you really don’t want her seeing you reblog gay smut, I’m sorry that’s a stupid excuse.
“I don’t want to clutter up my blog” — I’m sorry, what??? This is tumblr. We are not influencers on here. And if you’re tying to be, I gotta tell ya something, buddy: you’re on the wrong platform. But if it REALLY bothers you that much—I’ve seen some people make a sideblog where they reblog fics. Of course, this doesn’t give the same traction because those blogs tend to have less followers, but at least it’s something.
“It’s too much to scroll through” — bruh, that’s why writers put the ‘keep reading’ line break in their posts. And if they don’t, well, that’s a whole separate issue.
“Tags are enough for content to get spread” — this is simply just not true. People don’t always search through tags and the tag they look under might not be one that the fic has. And, even if people do stalk the tags, the content that is at the top is content that has the most engagement. This doesn’t help creators that don’t already have some traction and it doesn’t do much even for those who do. And before you say, ‘go under recently posted’ - not many people do that and, even when they do, they still miss content because ✮ tumblr algorithm ✮ (◔_◔)
3. And let’s be real—
Most of the reblogs and feedback I receive comes from other writers that I have befriended.
“Support writers” doesn’t just mean “writers support writers” it means “content consumers, support writers.”
Other platforms like AO3, Wattpad, and/or FF.NET — buddy, it ain’t better over there. trust me, I’m on em’ all.
Why do you think so many writers disappear from writing community? Why do you think so many of them stop creating? Why do you think we rarely get new ones?
It’s because they put hours upon hours of their sweat, blood, and tears into motherfucking masterpieces and those masterpieces just end up at the bottom of the void.
Yes, yes writers should write for themselves, ultimately, but it’s nice to get some validation—to get someone saying ‘hey, yeah I’m here. I’m seeing you.”
And that is why I try my VERY hardest to reblog with a large comment!
So, please, content consumers, support your content creators.
