#mentally fucked

[nofuckingideawho]

I have this silly little feeling in my chest that's making me want to die

[autodiagnosticada]

🩺 Diagnosis: Accumulated Emotional Tension in Non-Smoking Zones 📉 Symptoms: – Unexplained internal rage at coworkers who get 12 breaks a day – The need to scream into the void but HR has rules – Quietly unraveling near the water cooler

💊 Symbolic Prescription: – 1 certified Emotional Venting Pass per shift – Designated Scream Zones™ in all office buildings – Collective therapy disguised as a lunch break

Signed: @autodiagnosticada

[perfectwannabee]

sorry I ghosted you I wanted to see if you cared about me and would miss me if I was gone

[surrah698]

[bpderanged]

Shout out to people who had to raise themselves despite having parents.

[allthatispeculiar]

[kurushimichan]

lol

[insaneyve]

Stupid of me to think that I'm important to someone.

[bladeechan]

I'm desperate..

[lonelyandpretty]

[beloved3ath]

I need to step back. I love you, but I'm so scared.

[cut-n-snared]

i hate when people ask how i’m doing like.. horrible. next question

[surrenderthesnail]

dancing in my storm

may 2025

IG: SurrenderTheSnail

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[odysseusmom]

MINE

✦ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 3 < Part 4

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Reader x Hiromi Higuruma | 18+ MDNI!

cw: jealousy, possessive behavior, suggestive themes, controlling/dominant partner dynamics (consensual), public tension, manhandling (non-violent but intense), nsfw tones

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Part 2

The room was quiet when you two got home from dinner — not an empty silence, but the kind that hums with heat. That kind of silence when someone is watching you too closely, too intently.

Its always in his eyes. They’re dangerous.

There’s a cold stillness in his gaze—like a mirror that shows nothing back. Those eyes don’t ask questions—they judge, they sentence.

Hiromi sat at the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, dark hair still tousled from your last kiss. His fingertips traced slow, lazy circles on your thigh, and yet each touch sparked something deep in your belly — a slow burn that didn’t know how to stop.

He didn’t look at you right away. Just kept touching. Almost absentmindedly. Until—

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” he said suddenly, voice low, a rasp at the edge of it.

You blinked, slightly dazed. “Who?”

“The waiter. He looked at you like he wanted to undress you with his eyes.”

Your lips twitched, amused. But when you looked at Hiromi, your breath caught.

His gaze was dark, locked on you like a tether — like you were already halfway claimed.

That edge in his jaw. The twitch in his brow.

He was calm, yes. But not harmless.

“Jealous?” you teased, voice soft.

He leaned in slowly, knuckles grazing the inside of your thigh.

“No,” he said, brushing his lips over your knee. “Possessive.”

You swallowed hard.

He kissed higher. Slow. Reverent. Dangerous.

“I let you wear that dress tonight,” he murmured, nose brushing against the soft skin just above your thigh. “I let you walk out of the house looking like a sin. And I was good.”

You let out a shaky breath as his hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress.

“I smiled when he brought you the wine. I watched you laugh at his stupid joke.”

Another kiss. Closer. Warmer.

“But you’re mine. You remember that, don’t you?”

You nodded, lips parted, but he wasn’t done.

“Say it,” he breathed.

“I’m yours, baby.”

The way his eyes softened — just for a moment — made you dizzy.

And then he smiled. That slow, devastating smile that meant you wouldn’t be walking straight tomorrow.

“You’re goddamn right.”

He kissed you like a promise — all heat and hunger, nose pressed into your skin like he was drinking you in.

Like the scent of you grounded him.

Like he could lose himself here, between your thighs, and still call it coming home.

„You are the only thing in this world that makes me lose control. That should scare me — but it doesn’t. It just makes me want more.“

His mouth was still on you, but his patience had run out.

Hiromi gripped the backs of your thighs and pulled you flush to the edge of the mattress, your gasp catching in your throat as he let his teeth graze the inside of your knee — not biting, not quite. Just teasing.

“You think I didn’t notice,” he murmured, voice like heat against your skin. “The way he touched your hand when he gave you the check. Like you were free to take.”

You tried to sit up, say something — but he pressed a firm hand to your stomach, keeping you in place.

“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to play innocent. Not when you knew what you were doing in that dress. Not when you let him look at you like that.”

There was a flash of teeth — a kiss, a bite — then the wet warmth of his mouth, followed by the glide of his nose, the strong bridge of it dragging up along your heat like he knew what that did to you. And oh, he did.

“You know what drives me insane?” he said against your thigh, voice breathless with something dark and dangerous. “It’s not that other men look at you.”

His fingers dug into your hips, hard enough to bruise.

“It’s that you look back.”

Your body arched involuntarily, both from the accusation and the pressure of his mouth as it slid back down — slow, determined, worshipping.

“I should ruin you for them,” he whispered. “For every man who’s ever even imagined you in the way only I get to see you.”

Then he licked a long stripe up your center — and smiled, smug and devastating, when your thighs trembled around his shoulders.

“You know I could keep you like this. Forever,” he said, voice raw. “Pinned under my mouth. Cumming on my tongue. Reminding you over and over who you belong to.”

You moaned his name. That was the tipping point.

He pulled away just enough to look up at you — mouth wet, hair falling in his face, and eyes wild with need. His expression wasn’t just hungry. It was starved.

“I don’t share,” he said again, and his voice was wrecked now — deeper, hoarser. “So you’re going to stay right there. You’re not going to move, not going to speak—”

He kissed you again, harder this time — and you felt the heat building, the tension between his control and how close he was to losing it.

“And you’re going to take everything I give you,” he growled against your skin. “Because after tonight? You’ll never let another man look at you again without thinking of me on my knees — drunk off you. Devouring you.”

You felt his hands wrap under your thighs as he pulled you even closer, mouth returning to you with fevered purpose.

And then?

Then he stopped speaking.

Because he was too busy proving it.

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[bpderanged]

All body types are beautiful except mine.