I am on a train home after a twelve hour work day; I type this as I pass by the stop I got off at for school over seven years of my adolescence, which has mysteriously been figuring into my nightmares of late. I haven't slept or eaten enough.
But I am at once so happy, even as I feel on the edge of tears. I love my job and I love my partner and my dear coworkers and my clients. I love all of you. I love the few precious friends I still have from my adolescence, despite cutting arguments on the train platform which has now gone past. I love [x] and [ ] and it doesn't matter how many people would not accept that. My life is very painful but it is very beautiful and I can keep working towards a version of it where the people and spaces where I have to be fake can fall away, never fully perhaps but more and more. And even if I haven't figured out how yet I can find ways to get more of the things I am lacking. So so much always.
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honestly people just need to stop giving a shit at the diet's other of other people. like why do you care if a fat person is eating unhealthily. why do you care if a somebody is a picky eater. this shit had zero impact on you. people have their reasons for doing those things and even if they don't literally why do you fucking care!!!! get lost!!!!!!!!!
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Found this tumblr post
“One more “🥺” and you’re getting bred twice with no pulling out in between.”
Reminds me of innocent readers and porn star Bucky 😩🙈
Oooooh yes, this would be LOVELY (Also, I didn't expect to be away for two days, I was on a work trip and I didn't have time to write and I missed it so much)
Because pornstar Bucky would fucking adore that soft face you make when you want to get your way. You know how to push his buttons but sometimes he just doesn't want to give in because it's more fun not to.
Like maybe just begging Bucky for something silly. Asking him to make you breakfast on a bright Sunday morning and he argues back just for the sake of it because he knows where it will end up.
"Buck please, baby. I want pancakes." You huff, wrapping your arms around his chest from behind, feeling so small against him as he turns the coffee machine on.
He knows you can't see his face from where you're standing and he can't help but smirk because this is exactly what he needs this morning.
"Sweetheart, they take forever. I don't wanna have to clear up afterwards either." He's being so stubborn just because he can, turning around to face you.
"Please Bucky? Pretty please?" You plead, softening your eyes and letting your bottom lip drop into a little pout and God, he can't fucking handle it.
"You can't look at me like that. Makes me wanna fuck a baby into you. Make that face again and I'm gonna fuck you twice without pulling out in between." He watches exactly how your eyes light up and it's far more thrilling than it should be.
"Do it. Please, fuck a baby into me." Your voice is so soft, he thinks he might lose it. You give in to lust so quickly, particularly when he mentions breeding you and he finds it far too hot.
"Mhm, you want that? You want me to stuff your pretty pussy full? You want me to leave you dripping and then just fill you up again? Cause God, you'd look so pretty pregnant." The thought of it just drives him crazy.
His lips are on your neck, kissing so gently, sucking and teasing your skin as he props you up onto the counter for easier access. He doesn't waste any time, tugging off your little pyjama shorts and letting his sweatpants fall to the floor before pressing slowly into you.
"Bucky, I'm so fertile right now." He can't help but groan at your little admission because that's exactly what he needed to hear. It's not a warning, it's encouragement and it's more than he can handle.
"So you're telling me to use you, huh? Don't worry. I'm gonna make sure you're so stuffed full, you can't move without your little cunt dripping. I want you to feel me dripping out of you tomorrow and know it's too fucking late, you're probably already pregnant." He watches how your eyes roll back in your head, his slow thrusts gradually speeding up because he needs that first load inside you right fucking now. The second will take a little longer and that's when he'll really take the time to focus on your pleasure but for now, he just needs to stuff you full.
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