Prego Kid

aquiver (quivering, trembling): headphones on full volume, cold winter breeze, nervous glances, desperately trying to live life to the fullest, to-do lists and journals, daydreaming, missed opportunities and wanting to prove onself

mellifluous (sweet, smooth, pleasing to hear sound): dried flowers, morning rays of sunshine, eloquent sentences, waiting for a sign, mythology and fairytales, sucker for aesthetics, Polaroid pictures and old architecture

hiraeth (a homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was): neon lights, airports and gas stations at night, either being extremely private or always oversharing, the adrenaline of winning arguments, marble and ice

limerence (the state of being infatuated with another person): long eye contact, staying up until 3 am, wanting to pick a random train and get away, being described as “out of it”, sitting in a car just to finish listening to that song, fatalist humour

syzygy (an alignment of celestial bodies): never being fully satisfied, inferiority superiority complex, overthinking, reading 5 books at once, dark academia, late night conversations, “is this all there is?”

ephemeral (lasting a very short time): chasing the feeling of being alive, laughing and crying at once, wishing to be a mermaid, saying “I don’t care” very caringly, either writing really long answers or just “ok”

Damn that’s a hard question. I have a lot of deep, dark fantasies, I don’t know which is number one. 

I fantasize about being forced to lose a pregnancy very late, either due to what’s done to me or a forced miscarriage/abortion. I know this is hardcore and not okay for a lot of people and I respect that. I fantasize that this is used to humiliate me either by making it public so everyone watches as it happens to me or by it being shown to the father of the baby that I’m now losing, with the understanding that soon I’ll have someone else’s baby in my womb. 

And, I fantasize about being owned by someone who breeds me constantly, and who fucks me into labor but doesn’t care how far along I am when he wants to take me that hard. He has his cock up my pussy, my ass, maybe even has dildos or other things he inserts into me as he’s pounding into me and to my great shame, I love every minute of it. Even as I’m rubbing my contracting belly, knowing he’s put me into premature labor, I just can’t stop myself. I moan and groan for his cock. I try to beg a little, try to say “no, stop, I’m only six months. Please oh god, I’m having contractions please stop” but he knows I don’t mean it. He grabs my belly and says not to worry, he’ll put another one in me real soon. I can’t stop myself, all I can do is hold my belly as I bounce violently from the force of his thrusts, my milk filled tits going up and down. His hand is working my throbbing clitty and I feel like such a slut because even through the pain all I can think is that I want him to never stop pounding me with that cock.