#god. god. this hurts so fucking much and it's so so stupid

[moopsoup]

You walked into the apartment you shared with Satoru and Suguru, your keys clinking as you lazily tossed them onto the counter. With a heavy sigh, you made your way to Suguru’s room, your feet dragging slightly. You needed a break, a distraction from your other boyfriend, Satoru’s, stupid actions. God, how you wanted to strangle the shit outta him sometimes.

Pushing open Suguru’s door, you plopped down onto his bed with a frustrated pout, your body sinking into the plush mattress. Suguru glanced up from his book, a knowing glint in his eye. "Let me guess, the idiot did something again, hm?" he murmured, setting the book aside and sliding closer to you.

You nodded, snuggling into his chest as you recounted Satoru’s thoughtless flirting. "Satoru was flirting with this girl at the cafe. Flirting, Sugu. There’s no way he doesn’t do that shit on purpose. But anyway, she asked for his number he just brushed her off with one of his stupid charming smiles and told her I was his girlfriend. I should be happy about that, right?" You let out an irritated huff, your brows furrowing. "I don't know, it just really rubbed me the wrong way, you know? Like, he knows he’s hot as shit so why’s he entertaining other girls. But he’s aggravatingly loyal at the same time so I can’t say anything about it" you whine with a pout.

Suguru tsked, what an idiot, he thought, his fingers trailing down your side as he listened. "Mm, sounds like he knows what he’s doing," he said simply, nonchalantly hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

You shivered as he slowly slid them down, exposing your lace-trimmed panties. "I just don't understand why he has to be like that, Suguru," you sighed, your voice tinged with hurt. "He knows I don’t like it."

"Poor thing," Suguru breathed as his hand slowly went down to rub firm circles against your clit through the thin fabric. You let out a soft hum, arching into his touch as you were already soaking your panties at his ministrations. "Let me make you feel better," he murmured before pulling your panties to the side, deftly slipping two fingers into your slick heat. You whimpered, your hips rocking against his hand, his skilled digits curling just right to have you squirming as a fresh wave of arousal flooded you. "Mmm, that's it, let me take care of you," Suguru purred, his voice dripping with desire. "Thank you, Sugu" you let out a soft breath, your walls fluttering around his fingers. "Needed this so badly."

Suguru pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his cock straining against his own shorts as he felt your arousal coating his fingers. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I’ll make you feel much better" he promised with a sweet curl of his fingers before withdrawing his hand with a reluctant sigh. You whined at the loss of contact, aching to feel his skilled fingers inside you again.

"I know exactly what you need," he murmured, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and slowly pushing them down. His thick, pretty cock sprang free, the tip drooling with precum.

You bit your lip at the sight, your body aching to be filled by him. You could see his cock a million times, and every single time without fail, you’d be dripping at the mere sight of it. Suguru wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to straddle his hips. "That's it, just let me take care of you," he purred, slowly easing his cock into your slick, welcoming heat.

You let out a shuddering moan as he stretched and filled you, the delicious sensation making your toes curl. Suguru's strokes were deliberate and measured, his hips rolling up to meet yours in a steady, sensual rhythm. So different from Satoru. Not that you disliked how Satoru fucked you. Satoru fucked you sooo good every. single. time, it’s just Suguru did it differently. You clung to his shoulders, your mind blissfully blank as he fucked you with such care and attention.

The room was filled with the sounds of your soft moans and Suguru's low, guttural grunts as he rolled his hips up into you. His hands roamed your body, caressing and squeezing in all the right places, eliciting shivers of pleasure from you.

"Mm, you feel so good," Suguru hummed softly, his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock while he also rolled his hips up into you. You could feel every vein on his cock, deliciously dragging in and out of your walls. One hand moved from your hip to circle your clit with his thumb. Suguru didn't even have to fuck you hard and fast to have you trembling on the edge of ecstasy. As you looked down at his face, you were struck by just how breathtakingly beautiful he was. Like he was GORGEOUS. His eyes were dark with lust, half-lidded and smoldering with desire, and that look alone had your thighs trembling. Swear on your soul you could bust just at the sight.

Suguru's slow, measured thrusts, combined with the expert strokes of his fingers on your clit, had you wound tighter than a coiled spring. That look in his eyes, paired with his sensual movements, was enough to send you hurtling over the edge. With a soft gasp, your mouth falling open in a perfect 'O', wave after wave of shattering ecstasy washed over you. Your eyes rolled back as your walls clenched and fluttered around him, your entire being consumed by the blinding pleasure.

The sound of your pretty little gasps and the feel of your soaking, quivering pussy drove Suguru wild. If you weren’t on the pill, he’d put a baby in you at Mach 20 speed. With a guttural groan, he snapped his hips up, burying himself as deep as he could inside you, spilling every last drop of his cum in you.

Just then, you heard the door open, and Satoru stood there, an eyebrow raised at the debauched sight before him. "Mm, someone’s been taken care of, I see." he purred, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Round two so I can make it up to you, hm?"

[hiiikiko]

ｇｏｏｄ ｌｕｃｋ， ｂａｂｅ！

tw: swearing, internalized homophobia (?), ANGST, y/n being a bitch tbh

“It’s fine, it’s cool,” you repeat over and over under your breath, your voice drowned out by the blaring music from Ellie’s car radio.

Ellie, your ‘fuck buddy,’ as some would say,’ has her eyes zeroed in on the road, her lips mouthing the lyrics to whatever indie bullshit she put on, eyebrows furrowed, and the passing streetlamps casting shadows on her freckled face. You knew she was mad but she had no right to be.

“We’re here,” she turns off her car and slams the door shut. Shit, she really was mad..

As soon as you get upstairs, you take your shoes off, and make your way to her bedroom, your hand trailing up your blouse to unbutton it but before you can you hear the door slam, “Y/n, we need to talk.”

You couldn’t bear to turn around, you knew exactly what kind of expression she was making, her eyebrows would be furrowed, her lips in a gentle pout, and her eyes pleading you to acknowledge her as more than a sex object.

Instead of getting on your knees and begging for her forgiveness, you decide to play dumb, “About?”

Ellie scoffs, “You know damn well what I want to talk about.”

Earlier that night, you had gotten too drunk and made out with a few, no, more than a few guys.

“It’s not like we’re together, Ellie, there is nothing between us except for making each other feel good.”

“Bullshit, you can say we’re nothing but you know the truth, you see it in the way I drop everything to meet up with you in some dingy motel room, you feel it in the way I mark your neck with kisses, and you knew it when you said you loved me.”

“Stop it, Ellie. Those were all in the moment, you know that I never met anything by it,” you say condescendingly, hoping she didn’t notice the quiet tremble in your voice.

“Fine, I guess I’m the fool,” she throws her hands up and walks into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, facing away from you.

After a long while of silence she says, “You know earlier, when you had your arms out like an angel through the car sun roof? I almost didnt want to call it quits.”

You stood up so fast that the blood rushed to you head, “I-I don’t want to call it off.”

“You say that but you don’t want to call it love. You say we aren’t in a relationship and that you could care less about who I fuck around with but last week you called me, sobbing, because I took Cat back with me, you were crying and saying that you only wanna be the one that I call baby.” Ellie turns back around, tears falling from her beautiful eyes, sending a sharp pain into your heart.

“Whatever, Ellie,” you take a step closer, “You knew what we agreed to when we started this thing, you had absolutely no right to push that guy off me.”

Ellie jumps up, “I had no right?? You had no right to be throwing yourself at anything with a dick in that god forsaken bar, especially right in front of me. Do you have any idea how much that hurt to see the girl I like, sitting on some frat boys lap, his hands roaming all over her? You know what, Y/n. I’m not doing this anymore,” Ellie sights, defeated, “You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling. You can say ‘it’s’ just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason. Good luck, babe.”

“Okay, so I’m cliche, who cares,” you scoff, gather your things and begin to put your shoes back on, there was no way that this was a sexually explicit kind of love affair like Ellie was trying to make it out to be, right?

“You know, Y/n, I cry, it’s not fair, the way you would get up in the morning when you thought I was asleep, the way you would call me out to your place in the middle of the night because whatever pathetic man you took home wasn’t able to get the job done, and-“

Before Ellie could finish you say through gritted teeth, “I just needed a little loving and you were the only one pathetic enough that I could use and discard at my own transgression,” maybe that was too harsh but you had to get it into Ellie’s pretty little head, “Fuck, I need some air.”

Ellie is quiet, then you say, “Think I’m gonna call it off, even if you call it love.”

Ellie doesn’t say anything. Sure, you might regret this but all you’ve ever wanted was to love someone who calls you baby, Ellie did that but, well, she’s a girl..

Just as you are about to yank the door open, you hear Ellie say, “When you wake up next to whatever fat, balding fuck you marry in 10 or 15 years, in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife, when you think about me all of those years ago, you’ll be standing face to face with ‘I told you so,’” she still doesn’t face you, “You know I’ll hate to say it but ‘I told you so.’

“Fuck you, Ellie,” hot, angry tears stream down your face as you slam the door, leaving Ellie behind for good.

[a/n: hope y’all liked this :0 this song has been stuck in my head for like days now LMAO]

[straydogged]

a lot of my high school "friends" are getting married to each other and other people I knew and it's... making me really fucking bitter ngl. like, I'm engaged, I have been for years. it's not that. I guess it's more like bitterness that they're all still friends. I know I didn't make much effort to keep up with them after dropping out, but the truth is I don't think I was ever part of that group the way I thought I was. I remember them planning a party I wasn't invited to in front of me, pretty vividly. I remember that they never seemed to really care about my presence one way or another... I was on the fringes. always on the fringes, tolerated at best. I was too autistic to pick up on that at the time, I think. sure, I had classes with them and we shared a lot of extracurriculars. and a lot of us had gone to the same middle school. thinking back, I think most of them had gone to the same elementary school, too.

I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess I just feel lonely. untethered. when I'm gone, who will remember me? not my classmates. not the people I thought I was friends with. it's like my life before 19 just never happened. there's only one tie left from my childhood.

[mechanicalinfection]

From what I analyzed so far.

Behind the Codes and this silly springtrap belongs to @skeletoninthemelonland

[starlight---starbrights]

Undertale yellow flowey embroidery

This took about 40 hours, give or take a few

[maegalkarven]

I have the suspicion what the Cult of Murder wasn't very keen on healing/ had many healers around.

They probs had healing potions and scrolls and stuff, but do you think Durge would bother with them? Or would they, intimately familiar with the anatomy of the body, occasionally treat their own wounds with the cold precision of a surgeon?

What I have in mind is Durge casually sewing their own wounds shut with the first found rusty needle and something they deemed would suffice for a thread, Gortash seeing this horrific display and deciding enough is enough and taking the ordeal of healing this freak of an ally into his own hands.

[cattatoir]

I think I have unpopular Sandman takes bc I'm usually on his side

[hecksupremechips]

Just the way Shin Tsukimi’s “mask off” moment is him becoming increasingly frustrated to the point of having a nervous breakdown where all he can do is laugh maniacally because he’s so done with everyone acting so incompetent and not seeing things “as they are” (aka how he sees them) is just. Mwah chefs kiss hes just like me fr 😰

[bunnihearted]

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[butchdykekondraki]

everyone wants big tits till you gotta do wood-working and have to have the worlds tightest bra on so you dont get saw trap top surgery and it fucks up your back

[rooftops-are-for-towels]

every fucking time things settle into something good and comfortable again i fuck it up over and over

(EDIT: HI guys I am doing much better now. They ain't lying reaching out to people and having a beautiful community is real and works. Will not be making a habit out of throwing giant angsty vents here of course but life is hopeful and cool. Thank you all I would delete this but it feels wrong to pls feel free to scroll)

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

holy shit this phobia is going to ruin my life

[g0thsoojin]

🦴

[gooopy]

Fml. I have mental illnesses for real fhat arent just garden variety anxiety and depression <- sorry it turned into a vent/rant in the tags. The perilous poster

[bunn-iiii]

I hate being an aroallo autistic person whose sexually matured before I'm allowed to have sexual liberation

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.