#but my brain's already shutting down again

[arpicityandneed]

My Turn

18+ f!reader. best friends steve and bucky. dirty talk. bisexual steve. bisexual bucky.

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"Tell me again where you want it baby." Your new husband had you in his lap thumbing your clit while you rode him. Your thighs were shaking but you were desperate, tears of frustration on your pretty lashes as you balanced yourself with both hands on his shoulders.

"Inside, Stevie, please?" His hands were roaming over your body possessively, gripping the fat of your ass and thrusting his soaked cock up into you with every down stroke of yours.

"Don't make the sweet thing cry Stevie." Bucky groans as he palms himself through his slacks, waiting his turn for once in honor of your wedding night. Usually he and Steve would've flipped a coin or fought for who got to bully their way inside your pussy first.

"I'm not gonna Buck, she's just so pretty when she begs. My wife." Steve's baby blues were dancing with mischief as Bucky cursed.

"You met her first by accident, Rogers. I'm older-" Bucky started growling the same damn argument they'd been having since they decided they wanted a baby and therefore a wedding. (They were too old fashioned for anything else.)

"Boys, can we argue later?" You cut in breathlessly, and Steves arm wrapped around your waist. Your only warning before he took over- fucking you up and down his shaft like a rag doll as he groaned,

"Alright baby. I gotta do right by my Mrs don't I?" With the smuggest grin you'd ever seen his balls twitched, and spurt after spurt of cum filled you fluttering walls.

"Goddamnit, Stevie." You would've comforted your other boyfriend if you could focus. But Steve's thumb was rubbing your clit as you seized up, coming hard and milking his cock for all he had to give.

You collapsed against his chest.

"You gonna be good for Bucky baby? You got one more in you?" Steve murmured gently as he rocked you on his softening shaft, his cum leaking out of you and drenching his balls in your combined juices.

"Mhm. Want him inside too." You smiled as you kissed him, soft and sweet like you had several hours earlier in front of all your friends and family.

"My turn." You hadn't heard him move but you weren't surprised when you were lifted and bent over the massive bed, Bucky was hardly a patient man once he had the green light.

"Fuck sweetheart, you're dripping." Bucky's voice was hoarse. But Steve, who was laying down close enough for you to tongue at his soft cock, just snorted.

"Don't complain like you don't love it, jerk." Steve guided his shaft into your mouth and murmured softly, "Clean me up baby."

"'M not complaining punk, it's a compliment." You moaned around Steve as Bucky to one good lick of your stuffed pussy before straightening and dragging his cock head through the mess. "Your cum tastes better inside her by the way."

"Shut up, you love my cum anyway you can get it, Barnes."

"Maybe." One smooth thrust and you were full once more, and Bucky goes from teasing his boyfriend to cursing how good you feel. "I gotta say doll. You're kind of a slut."

"B-Bucky!" Your scolding would be more effective if your pussy didn't clench around him from his words and the memories flooding you brain of watching Bucky swallow down Steves cock.

"Greedy fucking pussy-" His moans were loud, shameless. "Back me up here Stevie."

"He's not wrong sweetie. Youre an absolute slut for us. But just us, yeah?" Steve sounds proud. Proud that on his wedding night his wife is being tag teamed by him and his best friend.

Fuck.

You were going to cum, hard and Bucky- the smug bastard- wasn't going to let it happen quietly.

"Someone likes being reminded how needy her pussy is. Clenching down so hard on me doll." Bucky fucked different than Steve. Harder, filthier. His hands were dragging you back onto his fat cock until the audible slap of his hips against your ass echoed around the room. He was getting close you could tell. His heavy balls were slapping against your clit, aching to add to the cum already slicking him inside you. "Should've waited till after the honeymoon to let me fuck her Steve."

His hand snaked around to find your clit and with quick tight circles over your swollen nub you came apart with a cry.

"Yeah, Buck? And why's that.." Steves eyes were narrowed like he was annoyed at being told what to do, but you knew the truth. His cock was growing hard in your mouth again. Bucky thrusted hard inside you before he started to unload, grinding into you as if to make sure his seed took first.

"Cause now we're never gonna know who knocked her up first till the baby's born."

[jaemna]

— [ 9:43pm ]

wc 1.5k

sunghoon x fem!reader

smut mdni, sub!hoon x dom!reader (ig technically they’re switches but that’s the majority) orgasm denial, crying, slight choking, hair pulling? kinda?, light bondage, idk lmk if there’s more! this is my first smut in a long time so i hope you like it 🫶🏻

with two thick strips of pale pink silk binding sunghoon’s wrists to the bedframe, he instinctively grips tightly in an attempt to ground himself, his knuckles burning white, his nails nearly digging indents into the dark oak wood.

he’s unable to stop himself from letting out a deep, breathy moan when you purposely clench around his cock, trapped in the limbo between heaven and hell. he’s been inside you for so long now, and you haven’t let him cum, not even once. he’s starting to lose his resolve, and you can see it.

smirking proudly at your power over him, you give his shoulders a light squeeze as you move up and down, up and down on him slowly; torturingly slowly. a beautiful sigh greets you when you lean in and meet the sweet spot on his neck with your wet lips, massaging over it with your tongue, sucking and nipping your way along his soft skin to create little purple bruises.

sunghoon catches his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle a gravely groan when his hips buck up into yours by instinct; he throws his head back against the pillow propped up behind him, his dark hair a frizzy mess from the pillow case, his wrists once again tugging unsuccessfully against the silky restraints on either side of his head.

you immediately stop your movement, lifting your head from the crook of his neck to glance at him, still gnawing his lip as he pants. you lift your hand to run a thumb softly over his lip to free it from his teeth, releasing his heavy breaths into the humid air.

“mmh, so pretty,” you coo at him, the softness of your voice directly contradicting the agonizing nature of your actions. running your finger over the plush of his lip, you feel the heat of his breath on your fingertips, his cute little fangs on display as his mouth parts slightly at your teasing touch. “don’t hide from me, baby,” you scold him lightly, watching as his head lolls to the side, exhausted.

“‘m sorry,” sunghoon sighs, looking up at you with tired, glossy eyes, completely fucked out and wrapped around your pretty finger. but still, your other arm travels up, tracing like a feather over his skin and leaving a shiver in it’s wake as your hand grips his throat lightly to squeeze, making him let out a whimper.

“say it right,” you breathe into his ear, making his heart pound. you feel his adam’s apple bob against your palm.

“i’m sorry, my love,” he corrects himself. you smile at him, connecting your lips in a sloppy reward of a kiss, followed by a mumble of a ‘good boy’ as you begin to move again, still excruciatingly slowly.

“baby- god, plea- ohh god, mmmph” sunghoon slurs, lost in his spinning mind of pleasure and pain.

“use your words, baby,” you hum, licking a warm stripe along just under his jaw. his hands clench into fists above his head as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“please, please move faster, baby. please let me-" he sighs, “-let me cum,” he whines, so so desperately. it’s the first time he’s dared to ask, and you have to bite back a smile at how close you’ve pushed him toward his breaking point. it’s hard not to comply when he’s so good for you.

but instead, “awh hoonie, what happened to ladies first? did you forget your manners?”

sunghoon’s brows furrow together at that, puffing his lips up in a pretty pout. maybe any other time he’d agree, but now- after he’s already lost count of how many times you’ve gotten yourself off tonight, and how many times you’ve brought him so close to the edge, only to be yanked backwards and forced onto his knees just to stare at the threshold he was about to cross- he feels himself rapidly approaching insanity.

if his brain hadn’t been so foggy, he would have immediately regret showing any amount of discontent upon seeing your knowing look. but it’s pretty instant anyway, when you begin to move faster, once again without granting him the permission he needs to let go.

sunghoon chokes out a whiney groan in surprise, a hopeless whimper following it. you’ve never heard such a pathetic sound fall from his lips before. he’s suffocating, and yet you still snake your hands up his chest and neck, taking a soft yet firm hold on both sides of his jaw, and you force him to watch you.

you angle yourself so precisely on his lap as you bounce yourself up and down, sunghoon’s cock aching and begging for release as you use him to hit just the right spot inside you over and over. your voice is so so pretty, smooth and velvety as a chorus of praises tumble out but all he can hear as they meet his ears is the mocking, the feigned gratitude displayed as you use him to ride yourself through your own high with no regard for his.

sunghoon’s head feels heavy; it slips from your fingers and falls forward to rest in the crook of your neck, and it takes every last bit of strength he has left in him to bite his tongue and keep himself from releasing inside you despite the way your pussy clenches and flutters around him when you finally cum again, as if it’s begging to milk him dry just as much as he is himself.

delirious, his mind is in a blur, and sunghoon barely notices when you finally come down with a heavy sigh. you grab a fistful of hair and gently tug his head back from your shoulder. his neck falls limp, lolling back and thudding against the pillow once again.

your heart hammers when you see his face; his cheeks are pretty and red, his brows still furrowed and his eyes screwed shut, and warm fresh tears spill from his lashes, leaving wet, glistening streaks down his face.

complete awe overtakes you for a moment. you reach a hand up, the pad of your thumb dusting along his cheek to wipe a tear away. sunghoon swallows hard, instinctively leaning into your sweet touch.

“please,” he begs again, barely audible, like a broken prayer, and your chest swells with a sick sense of pride.

you brush his hair from his sticky forehead, pressing a few soft kisses to his flushed skin and one more lingering one to his lips, swollen from his biting. he hums, leaning forward a bit to chase you, still satisfied with your affection despite what you’ve put him through.

“do you think you deserve it?” you whisper, your breath making his skin tingle. he finally opens his eyes, his irises twinkling as he scans your face. he takes in your questioning look, your head tilted and eyebrows raised, and he answers with an eager nod. his hips jolt up into you, and you press your hands against his abdomen to keep him steady. he gives an apologetic look.

his breathing is heavy, labored, and his mind struggles to connect the dots. his confusion on why you stopped him is quickly sedated when he sees you reach up and wrap the silk strands around both your fingers, releasing them at the same time and letting them flutter down to the pillows.

a switch completely flips, and with his newfound mobility sunghoon grabs you and flips you over in a fraction of a second. your back hits the mattress with a thud, a surprised gasp pulled from your lungs and a devilish grin appearing on your face as you pant, feeling sunghoon’s hand grip around the pulse point on the column of your neck.

he wastes no time, grabbing one of your thighs and yanking your leg up, pushing his angry cock back inside you. he lets out a growl as he finally gets to pound into you with no restraint, the force of his thrusts knocking the headboard into the wall.

“brat,” the baritone of his voice rumbles next to your ear. “you’re such-” a grunt. “such a brat.”

he’s cumming before he can even get the last syllable past his lips, unable and unwilling to push it off any longer than you’ve already forced him to. he sinks his teeth into your collarbone to stifle his moans, the vibration making you whine as he fills you up, rope after rope after rope, far past the point he’s ever reached before.

his thrusts finally slow after a while, his body trembling, and you sift your fingers through the hair that curls under his ear, scratching your nails against his scalp, soothing him while his body and mind are still buzzing as he comes down from his high.

when his breathing is steady, you press another kiss to his burning lips. but as you shift to get up, his hands are on your shoulders and he shoves you back down. he grips your chin and turns your head sharply to look at him. a fire still flickers in his pupils.

“i’m not done with you yet.”

[lynnlovesthestars]

Home- Lucanis Dellamorte

AN: Smut ahead.. pt 2 of Failures

"I thought I'd never see you again" He cracked like a vase in the kiln , and then words were futile.

Lips were meeting in the middle, slow, tentative, carrying a fear that the other would be gone before their eyes.

His hands trembled as they fumbled the buttons of the blouse, as they traced the lines of Rook's warm chest, as he made sure to commit them to his memory. "Rook. Ours" Spite chanted as Lucanis reached for Rook's hips, spreading those legs and setting himself between them, allowing himself to feel the skin pressed against his, to forget for one single moment.

All was muffled, by the sounds of their chest rising and falling, the ragged breaths between the longing kisses, there was just Rook, Lucanis and Spite in that moment, and no one else mattered, cause he lost them once, he was not doing it again.

"I.. never.." Rook whispered under his breath.

"Me neither" Lucanis admitted as he leaned forward, placing a single kiss on their chin.

It was slow, a reminder of the little experience they had together as their hands gravitated towards each other, grasping for dear life to anything as they shut off their brain for a moment.

It was so slack yet so passionate as their hands found their way towards his hair, their fingers getting lost between his long locks, as it was so natural for them to tug them, earning a groan full of pleasure. The tugging felt just so good that it made his breath hitch, his body twitch in need, waking up his lust; Rook could feel it in the way his hands held them, in the way his body was drawn closer to theirs, in the way his hands gripped harsher for a split second before melting again.

Fuck Thedas, it could wait one more night as he made sure to selfishly steal away a moment for himself.

“Rook..” He murmured as his lips traced their jaw tenderly, while his fingers held them in place, goosebumps spreading down their spine to the pit of their stomach.

His lips descended down their neck to their shoulder, peppering every inch with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites, claiming them over and over.

"Smells like desire" Spite hummed. Lucanis could smell it too, in the desaturated air of the lighthouse, lingering on his lips as if he had a taste already.

“My precious Rook” He whispered as he finally rose again, his hands quickly getting rid of their blouse along with his doublet- too tight for his own comfort, just like his pants quickly growing tighter around his cock.

He took his time admiring the view, the way their chest rose and fell, the battlescars that covered their skin, the little details that made them, while his fingers reached for their thighs, sinking his nails in the soft flesh and holding them close as if they could escape his hold.

“You make me feel alive” He murmured as he lowered again, carelessly pressing his erection against their aching core, as he stole another kiss along with a moan.

He was glad he didn't wear a belt as he let his pants fall down and unclasped the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest.

He didn’t care, too focused on yearning for Rook to undress completely. To be fair he didn’t even realize he had slipped in them for a moment, so tight around him he felt like he was going to pass out.

"Rook's warm, Rook's safe" Spite moaned.

Words were abandoned once more as all that echoed in the room was the sound of their skin colliding and the breathy moans they let out.

His arms abandoned their hips to catch them in his grasp again, holding them close to him as his lips chased their every sound.

So many times his hands had reached for his cock in the past, imagining to be sinking in Rook, yet nothing compared to this moment as he rolled his hips to make Rook his.

Nothing mattered in that moment but the way their bodies melted against each other, the way they fit like a jigsaw piece, and the rising feeling in their guts..

"You are mine, you understand?" Lucanis murmured as he looked down, his eyes soft, tears pooling at the corners. So many feelings in his chest to even compile them. "And I'm yours" He held them to his chest as he tried to find a rhythm, as he tried to not be too shallow or too rough, as he tried to let Rook know how much he cared.

"Rook. Home."

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Mutated (Ghost/Reader)

CW: Alone!Ghost violence, graphic depiction of murder, corpses, blood, nonverbal consent, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, double penetration in two holes, drool, cunilingus, kind of gross, author is on benadryl

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC 2.8k

Crickets softly chirped in the distance. The gentle bubbling of the hot tub melded with the song. Yellow-tinted string lights hung above the deck, igniting the dark landscape. 

My fingers clenched around the can in my hand. My head was swirling from the alcohol already trickling into my blood. Tilting my head back against the edge of the tub, I sighed. I couldn’t get enough of nights like these. 

Laughter drew me from my momentary peace. Opening my eyes, my gaze landed on my friend curled up at her boyfriend's side. Her fingers traced along his chest. Both of their eyes were drawn to the phone in front of them. 

My brows knitted, eyelids fluttering closed as I pushed scattered thoughts from my mind. I never enjoyed being the third wheel. 

Soft splashing drew my attention. The water lapped against my skin as her boyfriend- Liam, Noah, whatever- stood. 

“I’m grabbing another case from the kitchen.” He mumbled, swiping the strands of damp hair from his forehead. The wooden deck creaked beneath his weight as he padded off toward the back door. 

Marissa's eyes were trained on his half-naked frame, only flicking to me as the door creaked shut. She had a grin on her face, mouth agape as if she was in disbelief. 

“Isn’t he amazing?”

In truth, that was the only sentence he’d spoken to me. He made Such a lackluster first impression that I couldn’t come up with a response. I simply nodded, sipping the last drops of beer from my can.

“He, like, understands me. He’s so supportive.” She continued. 

“Good,” I stated plainly, pretending she hasn’t said the same things about her last two boyfriends.

“It’s just so refreshing to finally be with someone I can connect with, you know?”

The conversation lulled into silence. I grasped my phone, squinting as the bright screen cut through the darkness. My lock Screen was bare, not even an email notification. Out of habit, my thumb tapped the Instagram logo. My heavy eyes followed the endless stream of photos, not even bothering to stop and double-tap. 

In my peripherals I watched as Marissa glanced to the door, then to her phone, and back again. She brought her nails to her lips, teeth sinking into the keratin with a soft pop. 

I pursed my lips, glancing back down at my phone, hoping the array of images in front of me would distract me from the slowly disintegrating friendship I was in. And yet I couldn’t help but focus on the way she fidgeted, eyes not leaving the back door. I clicked my phone shut, only to be met with an eerie silence as the cricket song faded into nothing. 

With a soft thud, I set my phone down. Squinting my eyes, I gazed into the pitch black. The bubbling, queasy feeling of dread rose in my stomach. I swallowed the anxiety down, bringing my gaze back to Marissa. 

“It’s, like, weird that he hasn’t come back yet, right?”

As I parted my lips to speak, I watched as a figure emerged from the shadows behind her. its thick fingers wrapped around her head, pressing tight enough to draw blood. 

It didn’t have just one set of arms, but three sets melded together with fleshy ligaments. Soft pops echoed from Marissa's head as the figure compressed her skull. Blood oozed from the finger holes that penetrated her face. 

Her brows knitted, lips parting in a silent scream as the beast tugged at her head, splitting it with a reverberating squelch. The hot tub turned deep red as blood and brain matter splattered into the water. 

My heart pounded in my ears. I clasped my hand over my mouth, holding back the vomit that threatened to rise from my chest. The figure grunted as it tugged her limp body apart. Gushing blood flooded the hot tub enough for the red-tinged water to run over the side. 

My eyes latched onto the figure's face- or rather, faces. Like a blood soaked humanoid Cerberus, the creature had three heads, identities shrouded by a mask. Fleshy tendons joined the faces together like some sort of mutated monster you’d find in chernobyl.

The last of my resolve broke as I let out an unrestrained scream. Turning, I lept from the hot tub, quivering knees buckling beneath my body. Cherry red water ran down my legs as I stumbled toward the back door. I grasped the doorknob, pushing the door open. 

My body met the plush carpeting as I fell through the door frame. I quickly glanced over my shoulder, eyes locking onto the hot tub. Fear swirled inside my veins as it realized the creature was no longer there. 

I scrambled onto my feet, not paying any mind to the red stain I left on the carpet. My fingers gripped the lacquered railing of the stairs. My feet thudded against the carpet as I rushed to the second floor, glancing over my shoulder periodically. 

I darted down the hall, turning toward the bedroom at the end of the corridor. The carpet met my stomach as I lowered myself to the ground. Sucking in a sharp breath, I crawled under the bed, pressing my cheek to the floor. My gaze stayed locked onto the door. Dread swelled in my throat. I clenched my jaw in a weak attempt to hold back my nausea. 

Dull thuds echoed from down the hallway, slow and erratic. I squeezed my eyes shut tight enough for my head to ache. The faint smell of iron and rot wafted down the hallway, growing more potent by the second. Over my pounding heartbeat I could just barely hear distant groaning and chortling. 

Suddenly the thudding ceased. My eyelids flew open, locking onto the set of feet just a few feet before me. Hot tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. 

An aching pain sparked in my ankle, traveling up my leg. Thick, bloodstained fingers wrapped around my calf, pulling me out from under the bed. My eyes latched onto its white, foggy irises. I choked out a sob, snot running from my nose. My limbs went limp below the creature as I braced for my death. 

But nothing came. 

The creature sat above me, heaving with every strained breath. Each set of its eyes flicked up and down my body. Its gaze was predatory, but in another way. I watched as the creature leaned down just inches above my stomach. A thick strand of bloody spit drooled from one of its mouths. I pursed my lips, holding back the vomit that threatened to rise from my stomach. 

The creature leaned in, licking the mess of blood from my skin. Heat rushed to my face as the monster grumbled. One of its hands grasped my hip, nearly big enough to encase my thigh in his grip. He grabbed the hem of my swimsuit, pulling it from my body with force. I sputtered out an incoherent protest as he pulled me forward. 

Despite my words, I didn’t raise a finger, opting to watch as the creature set his sights on my bare body. 

“Mine,” one head gurgled. 

Thick fingers wrapped around my ankles, spreading my legs wide for the beast. I could feel every ounce of blood in my veins throbbing to the beat of my heart. My face felt hot, unnaturally hot. I covered my face with my hands as the set of heads drew lower and lower and lower. 

Drool ran down my cunt as the creature leaned in, sloppily flicking his tongue over my clit. Another head softly nipped at my inner thighs, lavishing his tongue over the bite marks he made. The third simply kept his eyes trained on my core. 

It was messy, almost to the point of discomfort. The figure sloppily ate me out, strings of spit poured from its mouth. My hips bucked when the tip of its tongue flicked against my clit. The creature paused, grumbling to itself before leaning back in. 

Like a heat-seeking missile, it focused its attention on my clit. Its tongue rapidly flicked against the nub. Unrestrained moans fell from my spit-soaked lips. I let my arms fall limp at my side. My gaze stayed put on the monster between my legs, grunting with every cant of my hips. 

Two of its arms held my legs still as I squirmed in his grip. With another, he slid his hand up my inner thigh, gathering saliva on his fingertips before circling my entrance. 

He trusted his fingers inside of me. Pain sparked in my core as he shoved them forward forcefully. I pulled away, brows furrowing as I looked down at the creature. 

“Too hard, it hurts,” I winced, as if expecting this monstrosity to understand. 

Soft clicks echoed from its throat as it leaned back in, tongue going right back to my clit. His fingers slowly rocked in and out of me in time with his tongue. My eyelids fluttered closed as I let my arousal wash over my body in waves. 

My cunt squelched with every thrust of his fingers. His pooling spit only added to my wetness. I looked down at the creature with half-lidded eyes, watching as he made a mess of me. 

It was disgusting, watching this pile of flesh and rot eat me out, and yet I couldn’t get enough. I reached down between my legs, tugging at his balaclava, pulling the creature closer to my cunt. 

I cried out as he pushed a third finger inside of me, working me open for him. Heat swelled in my abdomen as each thrust of his fingers, each flick of his tongue drew me closer to an orgasm. Gritting my teeth, I pushed aside my thoughts, pushed aside the picture of the mangled body that lay just a hundred feet or so away. 

My knees were pushed to my chest, knocking the wind from my lungs. I stared down between my legs with wide eyes. The set of heads had pulled back as if to watch as a single finger pushed into my asshole. I threw my head back against the carpet, crying out incoherently as he worked the single digit past my taut muscles. 

The hand resting on the back of my thigh inched forward, toying with my clit. It flicked the tip of its thumb up and down over my clit. I glanced down, eyes widening as I realized each set of eyes was trained on my core. I reached between my legs, hand resting on top of the creatures. My fingers guided its thumb in quick circles, hips bucking as arousal sparked in my core. 

“Fuuuck,” I drawled, “that’s it, good boy.”

The creature grumbled, thrusting its finger in and out of me at a quicker pace. Biting down on my lip to conceal my laughter, I let my body sink deeper into the pleasure.

Who’d’ve guessed this monster had a praise kink?

Another finger pushed inside of me, slicked with drool. My brows knitted, breathy moans falling past my parted lips as he worked me open. He grunted, speeding up the pace of his fingers. Its hips twitched as it rutted against the carpeted floor. 

He added a third, clearly growing impatient. My thighs quivered as he roughly thrust the digits, pace growing sloppier by the second. My thighs shook with every flick, every push. The noises spilling from my throat crescendoed. 

Tension built, tugging every muscle taught. Every tendon in my body tensed, every ligament flexing under the weight of my arousal. My vision grew unfocused. Flashes of white brimmed in my peripherals as his fingers sent me over the edge. 

Sweat beaded down my heaving chest, sputtering moans spilling from my throat. I clenched around his fingers, hips canting toward his hand. 

With a huff of air, I went limp. I watched as the creature pulled its fingers from me. Its tongue darted from its mouth, swiping along the digits. I glanced away, pursing my lips and swallowing down my thoughts. It was too late to second guess this decision, wasn’t it?

I eased myself onto my knees, glancing up at the creature before me. My palm pressed against his shirt, dampened by blood and drool. I pushed against his hulking torso, nodding as he laid back against the carpet. 

“That’s it. Now, I think you deserve something, don’t you?” I toyed with the hem of his shirt, easing it up over his toned stomach. Pleased grunts and gurgles erupted from beneath me. I straddled the beast, fingers slipping beneath the band of his tattered jeans. 

I tugged at the denim, attempting to pull it down his hips. It didn’t budge. With a grunt, I yanked the fabric. Nothing. With a soft grumble, the creature shifted its weight off of its hips. 

Three stiff cocks sprung free, bobbing against his abdomen from the sheer weight. My breath caught in my throat as I looked down. They were flushed and drooling pre-cum. 

“Fuck-” I cursed. 

Its hands grabbed my hips, positioning me over its leaking cocks. 

“Wait- wait. Please take it slow,” I sputtered. 

The creature clicked, bringing a hand to my cheek. Its dirty fingers stroked my skin in silent understanding.

“Mine,” it said again. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of one cock, earning a groan from one of the heads. Glancing down, I watched as the head of his cock disappeared inside of me. My head spun as I slowly took his length inch by inch. Beneath me, the heads were chattering. 

Two of its hands gripped my hips, guiding me up and down its length. I pressed my hands against his chest, letting him take control of the rhythm. 

He slowly brought my hips down, and back up. I savored the way every inch of his cock dragged against my insides. I felt him twitch inside of me before stilling. He lifted my hips, each set of eyes fixated on how my cunt swallowed his length. 

One head gurgled, white eyes meeting mine. The head of another cock nudged against my asshole. I wordlessly nodded.

My jaw went slack as he inched his cock inside of me. Each inch making me feel so undeniably full. Tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to spill over as he lowered me down onto his cock. I could feel him in my lungs, knocking the air from my chest with every prod of his head. 

With a choked-out sob, my pelvis met his. His fingertips gently kneaded my ass, thumb stroking my hipbones. I stared down at the beast with half-lidded eyes, wordlessly spitting into my hand and wrapping my digits around his third, neglected cock. 

The third head, quieter than the others, began to babble and gurgle incoherently. Its warped blue eyes fluttered closed. 

My motions spurred something in the creature. In an instant, it was lifting my hips, guiding my body up and down his length. 

“Fuckfuckfuck- just like that!” I sputtered. Drool spilled from the corner of my puffy lips, running down my face. 

Each thrust felt almost too overbearing. Every drag of his cock ignited my nerve endings, sending jolts of pleasure through my nerves. My skin felt burning hot, the only respite being the sweat that oozed from my pores. Streaks of dirt spread across my skin as his filthy hands groped every bit of bare skin within reach. 

I leaned forward, pressing messy, opened-mouth kisses to one of the creatures faces. Its skin tasted like moss and pennies. I would’ve been disgusted had I not been on the brink of orgasm. Then I was mashing my lips against another head, moaning against its bloodstained ligaments. And then the next, leaving a trail of drool in my wake. 

“So good,” I slurred. 

The creature bent its knees, using the angle to thrust into me harder. I planted my hand atop its chest, bracing my quivering body against the onslaught of its hips. 

“That’s it- fuck!”

The grunting and groaning grew louder. Another set of hands slid beneath my top, toying with my nipples. My hand grew unsteady, each stroke becoming more and more erratic as my pleasure subsumed me. 

“I’m gonna cum,” I babbled, toes curling as I lost myself. I threw my head back. Hot tears poured from my eyes, running down my flushed cheeks. My voice came out as a strangled mess of moans, melding with those of the beast below me. My skin felt freezing, pricked with pins and needles as my orgasm washed over my body. 

I went limp, falling forward into the creature’s chest. A set of arms held me close, another gripped my ass tight, and another lay limp by his side. The beast gurgled, rutting its hips into me before stalling. Warmth flooded my insides, running down my inner thighs and coating my stomach. 

Its muscular hands eased me off of its now limp cocks before gently placing me back down. Its embrace felt warm, inviting, addicting even. The hold its arms had on me was intoxicating—enough to tug at my eyelids.

And yet the distant sound of sirens pulled me from my dozing state. 

“Fuck.”

Masterlist

[lovelyshu]

HOW CAN I WRITE LOVE INTO REALITY? — with jeongin

description. who knew that a study session could lead to love confessions.

tags. gn!reader, best friends!reader and jeongin, not proofread, short(?)

comments. hii, had this idea from these pictures so uhhh, enjoy??

You and Jeongin have been friend for years now. Ever since middle school, you two never separated from each other.

And some people even went to the point of shipping you two. I mean, he's always looking for you and vice versa. It's not hard to think that you're dating him.

Well, maybe you even enjoyed it.

Not that anyone else needs to know that. Especially Jeongin.

The more you spent time with him, more those feelings would get harder and harder to ignore.

And lucky for you, today was going to be one of your studies sessions with him.

You were waiting for him to arrive, already reading some of the content so you have an idea on what to do.

Not even a few moments later, you heard knocking, and you felt a bit embarrassed from how quick you got up to open the door, even daring to stop in front of it so it didn't sound like you were desperate for him to come.

I mean, you obviously weren't.

“Hey, come in.”

There wasn't a need for extended or formal greetings anymore, so you usually just say the same thing and he nods with a smile.

You two walked to your room, which was a bit messier than usual from all the intense studying from the last days.

“Please excuse the mess, I have been focusing too much on these tests and a clean room isn't my top priority right now.”

The only reason you stopped talking was because you heard him laugh, already making himself comfortable on your bed.

“It's fine. You don't need to die from nervousness. We're friends, in case you've forgotten.”

You know he meant that in a way that you're not strangers.

But his words still made you sad for a moment, that you sure as hell hoped he didn't noticed.

“Yeah yeah, let's just start this please. I feel like I'm going to fail even my name on this subject.”

That only made him laugh even more, which eventually, made you laugh as well.

After an hour or two studying non stop, you started to get tired. Which Jeongin noticed right away.

“Let's have a break. You look like you're going to sleep on top of those books.” — he was trying to make a joke, but what he said was true. You were looking very tired.

“No, let's continue. I think I'm starting to understand this.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, and before your brain could process it, Jeongin was standing right in front of you.

“There's no 'no'. We're taking a break now.”

There was no reason to try to protest, your body might be okay, but your mind was basically shutting itself down and refusing to read anything.

Jeongin sat down next to you, hesitantly moving your head to his shoulder.

Which surprised you, and honestly, even himself.

It's not like you haven't been in this position before, but this time it felt different. It felt more..

Intimate.

And you're pretty sure he thinks the same, since he's been pretty quiet and that's a rare occurrence between you two.

The half awkward silence stayed for a little longer, until he poked your side, getting your attention.

Jeongin didn't say a word, only putting something on your lap and looking away.

You saw what he had handed you - a letter. Listen, you were by no means someone too delusional or anything, but you were almost sure this was a love letter.

Your eyes were focused solely on the paper, carefully opening it and slowly reading what was written.

With each word you felt your heart beating faster, a soft, but noticeable tint of red creeping on your cheeks.

You were about to say something, but Jeongin was faster.

“I know this isn't the best moment and all, but I'm not sure when will I have the courage to give this to you again.”

Looking at him, you couldn't help but smile. This was one of the rare moments where he was truly embarrassed and even flustered. Because of you, nonetheless.

“Before we do anything about this, just know that.. I love you too.”

Now, it was a shock he didn't broke his neck from how fast he turned around to face you.

You two stared at each other, not sure on what to do or what to say. Well, until you pulled him for a kiss.

It wasn't by any means a long kiss or anything, but it was enough to pass the message.

He smiled at you and you mirrored his smile, feeling zero interest in going back to study.

Wanting to only enjoy this moment.

[eliemo]

"Fuck off."

Wade, the persistent little motherfucker that he is, predictably doesn't fuck off.

He doesn't even look particularly put off by the outburst, pursing his lips like Logan is nothing more than a petulant child throwing a tantrum he doesn't mean, and all that serves to do is piss him off even more.

"I thought we were past this, peanut," he says. Logan is torn between hitting him and begging him to keep talking so he drowns out the sounds of the storm outside. "I get it, tough guy. You're so big and bad, yes you are. You're so cool and my dick is oh so hard. Happy? Now come here."

He decides he does actually want to hit Wade, but before he can make his hands move another clap of thunder shakes the walls, lighting flashing across the blinds. He jumps, hands flying defenselessly to his chest.

It's like someone set off a gun right next to his face, his ears ringing ringing ringing- and he's back in the dirt, eyes watering against the stench of blood and death and sick and the gunfire won't stop and he can't move-

"Logan, come on."

Wade's voice, exasperated as it is, is an anchor right back to the surface, back to their shabby little new york apartment away from the war and the suffering and the pain, and it's bullshit.

He's standing in front of him with a blanket and headphones in his arms, like he's decided to do every single time there's a thunderstorm or a firework celebration since he found out about Logan's embarrassing little trigger.

It's bullshit, it's such bullshit, and to make matters worse he's usually too blinded by panic and exhaustion to put up much of a fight.

He let it happen. He let Wade be soft and worried and caring, and Logan let himself want it. And now, without Wade's hands against his back and the weight of the blanket over his shoulders, the storm feels a thousand times louder. The flashbacks feel a million times more real.

He wants Wade- fuck that he needs Wade. He can't make it through this without him, he can't even sleep without the idiot snoring against his side, and that can't continue. He can't let this happen again.

"Why do you always fight me?" Wade asks, exasperated. The annoyance poking through his voice is good. It's good. If Logan keeps pushing those limits, he'll give up. He'll leave before it becomes too much.

The thought already makes him sick. He knows it's too late.

"Is it because the headphones are pink?" Wade asks, trying to worm his way under Logan's skin. "Too proud for a little feminity? That's not very progressive of you, peanut. That's not gonna fly with Tumblr in this climate."

"Shut the fuck up," Logan growls, because it's getting harder not to give in and slump forward and close his eyes against Wade's chest until the storm dies down. "Just shut the fuck up! Leave me the fuck alone!"

"No can do, honey badger," Wade says, and he sounds angry, frustrated, but he doesn't back down. He never fucking does. "It goes against the roommate code to let you sit there torturing yourself for no good reason. Because I know it's not me. I know you like me, you grumpy bear, and I know it's been helping to get wrapped up nice and snug when New York starts New Yorking with its weather. It's okay that you need-"

Logan snaps.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

He's louder than the next clap of thunder, but it doesn't feel that way. He feels so small against it.

"Do you ever stop fucking talking? Are you that far up your own ass? I don't like you. I never fucking liked you, you stupid little prick. I'm stuck with you. Do you fucking get that? I can't get you to leave me the fuck alone! I don't want anything to do with a pathetic, attention starved shit for brains asshole who can't take a fucking hint but here I am! Because you stranded me here! You stranded me in your dimension because you were too stupid to save the world by yourself. Because you're not a hero, you're a goddamn car salesman who can't make rent and can't get anyone to put up with you long enough to do anything but show up for a birthday party once a year. I don't want you and I sure as shit don't need you. I never fucking needed you, don't flatter yourself. I don't need fucking anyone. Can you get that through your thick fucking skull? Does your brain function enough to get that, Wade? I said leave me alone."

It takes a few seconds of suffocating silence for Logan to register all the things he just said. For the red to fade from his vision, for the words he didn't mean to sit like something stale on his tongue.

And the hatred for himself is heavy, because he always does this, but... fuck, maybe it's for the best. He's not sure if he's trying to push Wade to hit him or kick him out or walk away, but no matter what he'll hate him.

And he won't be able to stomach that, not after letting himself love again, but it's easier to handle the loss when he can control it. He can make Wade leave before Wade decides to leave him.

The silence is the worst part. It reminds him of the Honda Odyssey, the way Deadpool had been silent, still, for the first time since Logan had known him. It was eerie, blank white eyes picking him apart before throwing that first punch.

It's different now. It's worse. There's no mask to cover up Wade's reaction, no weapons on his back, but he's somehow just as blank. He's quiet for too long.

"You know," Wade says after another beat, and Logan braces himself. "That would have been a lot more believable if you didn't start crying halfway through."

"I'm not crying," Logan snaps automatically, but his face is wet and stinging when he reaches up to touch it. "Fuck-"

He's cut off by another round of thunder, the loudest one yet, and Logan jumps so hard he loses his balance on wobbling legs, crashing backwards onto the waiting couch. He slams his hands over his ears and squeezes his eyes shut, hating himself hating this, wishing it would just stop, make it all stop-

Arms wrap tight around him, despite the threat of claws resting just beneath the surface. Logan doesn't stab him, as much as a part of him wants to.

All he can do is curl forward and choke on a pathetic sob, frustration and panic and dread choking the life out of him while Wade just stubbornly holds on.

"Please," Logan begs, because threats and anger and hatred aren't working. "Please. Please don't do this, don't fucking do this to me."

"Do what?" Wade demands, and he still sounds pissed, rightfully so, but he doesn't let go. "Hold you?"

"Yes." It's pathetic, and it's stupid, and Logan contradicts his own damn pleas by letting Wade hold his head to his chest and run his fingers through his hair. "I can't-"

"Drop the tough guy act," Wade says, but that's not what it is. It's never been about that. "Come on, Logan, seriously. Please. It's okay to need this. I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want to."

"It's not like that." Logan's muffled against Wade's shirt, clutching at him with shaking hands like a pathetic child. "S' not fucking like that."

"Then tell me what it's like, Logan."

"I can't do this again." It all comes spilling out like poison, and Logan can't stop it. "I can't, Wade I can't- it's going to hurt so fucking bad when I lose you. I can't keep anyone or anything and you'll... you'll leave and I'll need you but you won't be here and it always hurts but I don't... fuck, Wade. I can't survive it again, I fucking can't."

He doesn't know what he's waiting for. Yelling, maybe. Or pity. He'd rather claw his own throat out than face either of those right now.

But Wade starts shaking, and there's a terrifying moment where Logan thinks he's crying, he made Wade cry- only for the world to screech to a halt when he realizes the asshole is laughing.

Logan scowls and tries to pull away, tips of his claws poking out from his knuckles, but Wade just squeezes him tighter to keep him in place.

"Something fucking funny, bub?"

"Yeah," Wade says, and it's bitter but he's still laughing. "Yeah, mostly the fact that you're a fucking idiot."

Logan grits his teeth. "Get off me-"

"No, you called me a pathetic attention starved asshole. I get to call you out for being a stupid moron."

It pisses him off, but he can't exactly argue with that.

"You're so stupid," Wade reiterates. "You're so so fucking dumb, Logan, holy shit you're such an idiot. And I thought I-"

"Is there a point?"

"You think you're gonna lose me?" Wade asks, and it's genuine but he doesn't give Logan time to answer. "You think I don't need you? You think you're not the best thing to ever happen to me in my miserable fucked over existence?"

"You-"

"I need you," Wade says, and Logan snaps his mouth shut. "I don't care if you can't admit the same thing, but I need you. You're the only one... you get me, okay? You're the only person in the entire universe who does. And you're the only one who tried. You know about the cancer and the chronic pain and the nightmares and fucking Francis and all my raging insecurities and yeah, sometimes you throw them back in my face when you're being a little bitch like today but hey, I've probably said worse to you."

"You haven't."

"Don't challenge me," Wade warns, and smiles. "I was so miserable, peanut. Like one day away from finding a mutant collar and letting the cancer finish the job levels of miserable."

The very image of that makes something ugly swirl in Logan's chest, a sickening storm of emotions waging war in his gut. Wade doesn't give him time to say anything about it.

"I still am, on bad days," he admits. "I'm always gonna be fucked in the head, but you don't care and you're the only one. you like me, I don't care what you said I know you like me. You could have fucked off to the woods like in Wolverine 2 and I would have let you, but you're still here sleeping on a pullout couch with me because you like me."

Logan swallows. His head is still resting against Wade's chest. He curls his hands in and out of fists, and the claws slowly sink back in.

"I do like you."

"There we go," Wade says. "I like you too, you know. Like, a lot. An unhealthy amount, really. I like coming home now. I like waking up to you burning toast and then blaming me for it. I like sitting and watching TV and drinking bad coffee with you and arguing about everything under the sun. I didn't think I could love again after all the shit the universe put me through and after Vanessa and the Avengers but I did and I do, and I'd rip a hole in the goddamn multiverse to bring you back if anyone tried to take you away from me. You're stuck with me, babygirl. So stop trying to get rid of me because it's not happening."

Logan pulls away, and this time Wade lets him. He meets his gaze head on, like he's challenging him to argue, daring him to try and keep pushing him away.

There's... there's a lot. A lot to unpack, a lot to mull over.

One piece of the puzzle is stuck on loop in his head, fragile, and he's not entirely sure he even heard it right.

"You love me?"

it sounds stupid coming out of his mouth, and he wonders if he should have ignored it when Wade's demeanor changes entirely, eyes going wide in barely concealed panic.

"Uh. I mean. In the sense that... that like- you know."

Logan stares, not sure what to say, and Wade grimaces.

"We can ignore that part. The rest of it is... I meant it, but we don't need to- I don't expect anything from you, peanut, I mean look at you and look at me I'm not gonna ask you to do anything that would scar you for life, I just mean that-"

Maybe it's the storm, fueling Logan with nothing but adrenaline and instinct. Or maybe it's the fact that he's never been very good with words anyway. Anything he tries to say here will end up clamming Wade up more.

So he just moves.

He grabs Wade by the shirt and drags him closer, closer, until he can cut off that self destructive rambling by pressing his lips over Wade's.

And Wade melts into him, making a small noise of surprise against the kiss before returning with just as much passion, eagerly grabbing Logan's shirt like he's worried he'll disappear if he lets go again.

The storm still sends Logan spiraling for the rest of the night. He knows better than to assume it'll ever really get better.

But Wade holds him the entire time, and it makes it a little easier. And kissing through the night isn't half bad, either.

Do you ever think about Logan being terrified of thunder and fireworks (too proud to ever ever admit it, of course he's not scared of shit) both because of PTSD from the wars and also because his enhanced hearing makes those sounds 100x louder for him than anyone else.

And how he's always been shut out and alone so it was easy to hide it and hide away until it's gone but now he's living in a tiny apartment with Wade so there's no way to keep avoiding it

WELL NOW I HAVE

And you're so fucking right, he'd never want to admit that he's scared of thunder storms and fireworks of all things, he's the fucking wolverine, he's seen things regular people can't even imagine, and he's scared by the fucking weather??

He tries so god damn hard every time to just be okay and power through it, he knows it can't hurt him, but every time no matter how prepared he is and how hard he tries, with the first crash hes spiralling, it feels like someone shot a gun right next to his face, his ears are ringing and his head starts hurting and he looks around and all he can see are trenches and guns and the dead bodies of his fellow soldiers. Before Wade, he'd always just find somewhere to hunker down and wait it out, pretty much in a constant state of flashbacks and panic attacks until it finally stopped.

This is just me projecting but I feel like Logan would feel safest in small spaces where he can shove himself into a corner, so he knows no one can sneak up on him, so he spent a lot of stormy nights and fourth of Julys shoved into the closest of a shitty motel.

I also think that it reminds him of the night the X-Men died, like most things do. He'd run off to go drink himself into a coma at a nearby bar, and a storm picked up while he was there. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but later realized that it had probably been Orroro's last attempts to save herself and her friends. He blames himself for not thinking of that at the time, just one more reason to hate himself.

But then he moves in with Wade, and it doesn't occur to him at first to even worry about it, so much happened so fast, storms and fireworks were pretty low on his list of concerns with a whole new universe.

Luckily, Wade isn't home when the storm hits, neither is Althea. Unluckily, Wade returns about 30 minutes after. He almost thinks Logan went out, since he isn't in his usual spot on the couch, or anywhere else for that matter, until Wade goes into the bedroom and hears the tiniest shifting sound coming from the closet.

Logan freezes when the door opens. He'd been hoping Wade would stay out until after the storm, but when did Logan ever get a lucky break? For a solid ten seconds, it's silent, Wade staring down at Logan, Logan remaining squished in the back corner of the closet, knees to his chest, looking like he can't decide whether he wants to stab Wade through the skull or bolt out of the apartment into the rain.

Wade opens his mouth to say..something, he hadn't actually figured out what yet but it didn't matter because before he got the chance there was another crack of thunder, and Logan jolted like the lightening had hit him square on his head. His eyes went distant and dark like they did when he just woke up from a nightmare and he slammed his hands over his ears, pressing his face into his knees. Wade felt kind of stupid, once he realized what was going on, of course Mr. Logan every-war-ever Howlett would have a problem with noises like that.

Wade panics, for a second, because scared of not, this is still Logan, and he's well aware of how Logan tends to feel about being caught in a vulnerable position, but then he sees Logan's hand shaking, and hears a sound that if he didn't know any better (he doesn't) he'd call a whimper (it was), and his heart just shatters, he can't stand seeing Logan this afraid, so he quickly steps into the closet and closes the door behind him. The closet is hardly big enough for one grown man to crouch in, much less two, but Logan is clearly in no state to leave, so Wade shoves himself into the corner between Logan and the door, careful not to lress up against him incase the touch is to overwhelming.

At this point, Logan has recovered slightly from the most recent crash of thunder, and he lifts his head, though he still won't look at Wade. He wants to be angry, mad at Wade for catching him like this, he wants to scowl and tell him to fuck off and leave him alone, but he's been panicking for thirty minutes now, flashing back with every clap of thunder, slowly starting to calm down only to be yanked right back into his own mind when it happens again, he's exhausted and just doesn't have the energy, so he just sighs, swallowing thickly to try and stop his voice from shaking and grumbling something about how he's fine, it's just loud, Wade can go about his day and he'll be out in a bit.

Wade honestly only understands about half of what he says, between the mumbling and the shaky voice and the storm outside, but he's sure as hell not gonna leave Logan to deal with this alone, and besides, the closet isn't to bad, kinda cozy once you give it a chance, and hey what're the odds they have a closet big enough for this in such a shitty apartment anyway? pretty plot convenient if you ask him. He ends up telling Logan all of this, partly to reassure him he doesn't mind but mostly to buy time while he figures out what to do. After a moment he lets out a quiet gasp and stands up, assuring Logan he'll be right back. Logan just nods and puts his head back on his knees, resigned to his fate of riding out his PTSD episode stuffed into a closet with fucking Deadpool.

Wade comes back a minute later with a small assortment of items in his arms, shuffling to sit back down. First, he sets down a small electric candle that he had laying around for some reason, because even if Logan can see in the dark closet, he can't, and he explains as much as he turns it on and the soft, warm light fills the space. Wade's heart breaks just a little more now that he can see Logan better, the way his whole body is shaking with every breath, the tear tracks covering his face, some dry, some fresh, but he does his best not to make to big a deal out of it and moves on.

I'm gonna put something on your head now, Peanut. You trust me? Wade asks, trying to keep his voice low and even.

No. Logan grumbles in response, but he leans towards Wade just slightly, and Wade places his gaming headset over Logan's ears. Logan pauses, evaluating, before giving a small nod and relaxing ever so slightly. He can still hear the storm, but it's better. Wade grins, trying desperately to keep his cool as he shows Logan the rest of his items. He brought a bag of Logan's favorite chips, a water bottle, and a bottle of whiskey.

They spend the next hour and a half in that closet together, alternating between Wade talking (much more quiet and restrained than usual) and Logan nodding occasionally in response, to out of it to say much but appreciating the distraction nonetheless and, with every crack of thunder, Logan panicking, and Wade doing his best to keep him tethered to reality.

It still sucks, storms probably always will for Logan, but it's better, and when the storm finally ends Wade leads him out of the closet, and he doesn't make a big deal out if it (like Logan feared), He doesn't make fun of him or think less of him, he gets it. And damn it if that doesn't make Logan feel more cared for and understood than he has in years, maybe ever, even if that fact alone pisses him off to no end.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[arosebyan0thername]

If there are a million Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them. If there are only two Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them (Eva Noblezada is the other). If there are no Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, Eva Noblezada and I are dead 😔

[u3pxx]

cleaning up and throwing away things is so difficult for me bc i get attached to even the smallest piece of clutter that i don't need anymore , like girl pls ....... it's a scrap piece of paper ........ throw it away PLEASE ...................

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

I've always wondered if you happened to have a discord? If not have you ever considered making one?

i do have one! however i use it very sparingly because 1) new people (especially groups) scare me & 2) brain's been fucking weird for a hot minute and i barely talk to people i'm already friends with let alone strangers

[thecultoflove]

CUPID HI Being nervous of image does happen sometimes and it's a really difficult thing but I think you're so FUN! Not a lot of people want to be [ Whatever you'd call your behavior ] for a similiar reason you're apologizing for so I think you should take a day to appreciate that uniqueness isn't a horrible dooming end of the world situation. Take what you think is a flaw of yours and look at it as something that others love you for. I can promise that people most likely PREFER you're overly excited

ajgkfhdkfdkjghkjfdhgjkfdhgjkfdhgkjfdhgfdjkg this is too sweet i really wish i could express how much i needed it i hope you have the best day ever. i love you so muchhh

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Don’t Like It

[tacit-semantics]

In all honestly I should probably look into a second job but I’m gonna be real with yall my ass is NOT getting up

[kweenkatsuki-main]

Dude it’s fucking nuts that the world just keeps on going and people just keep on dying.

[lucyvaleheart]

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[mariska]

me at 1 am when i have to wake up at like 7:30-8 AM at the latest and partake in an autism assessment appointment when my brain almost never naturally wakes up before like 9:30-10 am and i have medical trauma and prior misdiagnosis triggers acting up in my head and i just got my period and i have endometriosis so im in agony and i start to feel a full blown depressive panic attack coming on even though i've already taken my anti panic medication and also i have adhd and cant get myself to turn on fortnite and play for like an hour to try and de-stress because of all of the above plus executive dysfunction