#BKF

[beatheprincess]

Yall ever had a crush on someone whose already in a relationship 😔🤘🏽

He reminds me of a ytuber I watch that does bf audios 🙇🏽‍♀️ n his voice is so aa~ the cute puffy hair n glasses he has too😩 I would instantly submit- I had math class w him back in senior year of hs and I would just stare lmao and he was so handsome at the grad ceremony, he follows other ppl ik n he has his gf in his bio 💔 I hope they happy together tbh n I'm not sure if he likes black girls anywayssss I mean if he do-👀 I wouldn't kno but hm tf UP

Yes I am downbad

[chatreasontrist]

Recovered from a

Supes kitchen

26 million

Louvre

[chateau1]

[karstculture]

Dresses & suits #nycgraffiti #lowereastside #cancercarl #icbm #icbmcrew #tocerlne #35mm #filmphotography #staybrokeshootfilm #cinestill400d #thrcrew #newyorcity #tumkwc #bkf (at Lower East Side) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckr1q4CsqOK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ligiasigma]

[414graffiti]

Lake Park, Milwaukee (Lake Park Rd) - November 6, 2024

[tristan-arcelona]

This poodle not yet painted

Dino Buzzati (1906-1972) — Poodle in the Villa   (acrylic on thick cardboard, 1966)

[tristan-arcelona]

Cuba

Tristan

[beatheprincess]

All my demisexual girlies who are afraid of men🥴 raise your hands

I only simp for one man😤 who doesn't even kno I exist n that's bkf !♡♡♡♡☺️

[chateau1]

[tristan-arcelona]

The furby lived at stuff and when he was sold inwas nowhere in sight.

I called and he said “sold”

Inwanted to say something like “ liar “ but i thought about ot and thought he was right. And there fore

Backyracked tonthe last time i thougnt about buying a furby fromstuff. It was like inwalked all the way over to stuff eightil… miles with a budget for a furby and then dod not find the furby there. I was disappojnted that i felt wrongl— irregularly sressed and then thought inwould then be social. However i had a cold and noone invoted me anuwhere and therefore thought this loneliness and purposeless ness would mever end.

Travel would do it mostly and the search for love is a co tinuong touver.

“Emerald Great Sword”

[cafecitoeddie]

Like most things in Eddie's life it starts out as a non-issue that trips over itself and takes a spiralling freefall. He's seen Buck with kids. Babies. Hell; he's basically already raised/is raising one with him as it stands.

And yet.

The station lighting casts Buck in a soft, hazy, golden glow. Its a Q-word day, bordering on a D-word day. There's a baby cradled in his arm, half on his hip, rocked gently as Buck wander-dances around the loft space.

He's humming. Low, soft, happy. A tune that's half-familiar but out of reach. The world is already moving in slow motion for Eddie but then Hen says; look who was born to be Mama.

And.

It creates a monster. A slavering, starving beast that can't have Buck in its line of sight without thinking about babies on hips and swollen bellies and that euphoria of looking at someone and knowing a piece of you was inside them.

It opens its drooling maw when they're fucking. When Buck is a searing divinity around him and Eddie's dying a little death and he can't help but press closer. Deeper. Stays as long as Buck will let him with a single-minded focus, like a wild animal.

Fill. Stay. Keep inside. Breed. Keep full.

Buck and Christopher break out the paints one weekend and some inevitably gets on Christopher's face and while Buck fusses to clean it, Christopher merely rolls his eyes and with all the vapid sarcasm only a blossoming teen can manage says; stop fussing, Mom.

And Eddie. Dios, God help him, Eddie has to drag Buck into the bedroom, folds him over the window ledge and presses a palm flat over his stomach and they've only got the time for Eddie to slide between his thighs, but if he closes his eyes he can imagine it so clearly.

The velveteen hold of his body, the thick flood of seed, the tiny little tautness under his navel indicating he's full and bred and swollen inside with Eddie. Eddie's baby. Their baby.

He feels like a caveman. Like those outdated religious men with their ever-pregnant housewives and their fourteen children, chortling about God's way and a woman's place, but no amount of Sunday services and appallingly open discussions with Frank rid him of this creature.

Winter comes and Buck gets that soft, downy layer of well-fed fat on him that he tends to get between November and January and Eddie's so enthralled its possibly becoming a health hazard. There's barely a moment Buck isn't full of him or dripping with him. Licked clean only to start over after Chimney pokes the slight swell aftermath of three plates of mac'n'cheese and says; so who's the baby daddy?

Like it'd be anyone but Eddie, Hen quips, and he lasts half an hour before he drags Buck into the bathroom. Neither really have it in them for another round proper but Buck's open and wet and soft and pliant and only moans when Eddie reaches behind him, plays with him, dips and trails his fingers through the mess he left behind like an artist. Presses it back in, over and over, imagining each touch will make it take.

Life gets in the way, then. Early summer rolls around and brings with it the idiots who can't balance alcohol and open flames and the eager husbands who didn't bother to read the instructions on their new garden playthings, and its borderline a month before they have both the time and energy to do more than collapse into bed like pensioners and dream of a world where home barbeques are outlawed.

Christopher is at a friend's house. The lube is newly restocked. They have two whole days. The beast is rising drowsily from its slumber, hungered.

Buck's in his lap the moment they wake, naked, soft, warm, lashes fluttering. Mm, you got something for me, Diaz? he murmurs, rolls his hips, vixen smirk and siren song. Been so long. All saved up, just for me.

Then he leans in, mouth curved, mid-day sunshine turning his eyes into cut crystals.

Bet it knocks me up on the first try, he hums, pauses, gives Eddie's brain enough time to recover from the hard reset it just underwent. Shrugs easily as he reaches over Eddie's head to pluck something off the pillow with a wicked smirk. Something deep pink and round and glass, flat one end and pointed on the other.

And if it doesn't, well. We've got all weekend to keep trying.

❤️

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