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#RUINS ME
sleepy-bear-tm · 24 days
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"My sweet boy."
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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Becca, please I need more ex husband! Bucky I can't get him out of my head!!!
Aw no bc I'm drawing inspiration from one line in something I re-read this morning that was an original piece written by a cutie bc it would fit this so nicely 🥵
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Like maybe you and Bucky both move on and get remarried but there are still those desperate, needy hookups because no matter how hard you try, you can't stay away from each other.
They'd be awfully intimate though, his plump, wet lips trailing up your neck, latching onto your earlobe, allowing his teeth to sink into the soft flesh just a little. You can hear every little pant and groan from him like this, enjoying every sound you coax out of him.
"Fuck, nothing feels as good as you do, sweetheart." He groans, giving you slow leisurely thrusts, enjoying the way your body envelops him so entirely.
He's blissed out and you've only started but there's an addictive familiarity that you offer him. He can't have sex like this with her. Purely because she's just not you.
"You missed this as much as I did?" You tease, curling your fingers in the short, dark hair at the back of his head, tugging his mouth down more insistently against your skin. He knows exactly what you need, grunting in pleasure while he licks a gentle strip up your neck. He only faintly recognises that you're still wearing the same perfume you used to wear. The one that's so distinctly you. The one that used to make his heart soar because smelling it meant that the love of his life was nearby.
"I missed it more, I can promise you that." You know he's not exaggerating. Just by the way he's touching you, you can tell he's needed this more than he should admit. "She's not you."
It's an awfully simple admission but the weight behind it is staggering.
"I know what you mean. He's not you." You know you mean that with your entire heart and it's so damn wrong to compare your new husband to your ex-husband but it's hard not to.
"I'll always be yours, you know that? Fuckin' ruined me for anyone else." He tries to ease the tension with a half laugh but it doesn't help. It's a lot of weight to add to a casual affair but it feels so right with him.
"And I'm gonna keep ruining you, Buck." You're desperately trying to shift the mood, making sure you both avoid saying something you'll regret. Before he knows it, you've manoeuvred him so he's flat on his back, his cock back inside you and his hands on your hips to help you grind yourself on him.
"I'll let you ruin me any time, bunny. Just say the word." He has that lazy, half smirk on his face, watching how you fuck yourself on him. You're right where you belong, on top of him, stuffed full of his dick, taking what you need.
Your hand trails over your own body, teasing yourself, putting on a show for him and slipping into the moment and he can't help but notice your ring finger is bare. You've taken your new wedding ring off and for the time being, it almost feels like you're his again.
"That's it, use me. You feel like a dream. We shouldn't need this the way we do. God, this is wrong." He can't tear his eyes away from where your bodies are joined, knowing how much you love being on top. "You have any idea how much I love seeing you fill that slutty, desperate little married pussy with my dick? 'M right where I should be. Buried so deep inside my little slut. Guess some things never change."
The change of pace is so welcome, straying away from feelings and into safer, filthier territory.
"That's it, that little cunt only ever flutters like that for me. I still own it, don't I?" He knows he shouldn't be into this but he is. And so are you.
You reply with a breathy "yes", feeling your body tighten around him and deep down you know you've never belonged to anyone else.
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iwantofall · 2 months
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havent posted an edit in a hot minute
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don’t listen to exile feat. bon iver while high and thinking about destiel it will have cosmic consequences (i’m crying into my pillow)
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Do I keep listening to My House from Matilda the Musical and picturing Kat and the professor?
Yes.
Does it make me cry when I do that?
Yes.
Am I going to stop doing it?
Hell no.
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just rewatched falsettos. do not talk to me for the rest of eternity. i will not recover.
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astral-from-afar · 10 months
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I formally apologise to my ancestors i CANNOT handle spice
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howabhwmwn · 2 years
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this episode feels like every information in the world was dropped into my brain at once and trying to work through it only makes it worse. i want to die
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never-surrender · 2 years
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soft hands cover shinjuro’s eyes; they smell of green tea and sakura blossoms, bone broth and strong medicine. “Caught you.” Ruka hums quietly, bending down to press a kiss to the back of shinjuro’s neck. she can only do this when he’s sitting or kneeling at the table, so she must show him tender affection every chance she can — her prognosis says she will not make it to forty. “I’ve never seen you look so thoughtful so early in the morning.” Share with me goes unsaid, but implied. // from ruka to shinjuro :)
unprompted || ALWAYS ACCEPTING
He must be strong ... he must remain the pillar of strength for his family, knowing that his wife was dying with each passing day... and to do that? Shinjuro had turned to alcohol in his down time, drinking to help take the edge off his shoulders when life wasn't demanding more from him. Truthfully, thoughts of how in the world he was going to manage his life with the boys without Ruka churned in his mind, nearly drowning him with the intensity of it ...
Until the gentle kiss to his neck drew him back to the surface. Light returning to his eyes the moment he looked over and saw his wife, he offered her a close lipped smile, offering her his hand to help her sit beside him ... and once she does? He shares the blanket with her that he had been using to cover himself, drawing her close to his side as he does so. "I'm thinking of the day our son takes over my spot so I can properly spend time with you," murmuring the words, they were partially true at the very least.
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inkskinned · 7 months
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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?
i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?
a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?
in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.
girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.
there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.
for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.
something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.
is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.
most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."
a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.
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walnutsupreme · 8 months
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dasketcherz · 9 months
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it was a pretty cool dlc, i enjoyed it a lot
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spooksier · 1 year
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
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hansoeii · 8 months
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Do you think of me?
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Friendship never dies in FNAF..
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lotus-pear · 2 months
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cringefail exes oh my god
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