//still angry that I can’t have a pet mastodon

Dreamed of my grandma last night. She called me a slur.

//Worlds youngest passionate Walton’s fan

Mornings feel a little like this.

//chat what do i do when all three (3) of my rl friends get significant others and almost simultaneously agree to stop talking to me to only spend time with them

Ryder! That’s… Well, actually really funny while lookin’ pretty tasty. Thank you.

Exactly. Because I usually am.

Probably childhood trauma that manifests in strange and damaging ways. Or uh— somethin’ else. That’s just an educated guess.

Did you know there’s people out there who drink piss for other reasons than sex? I couldn’t hardly believe it.

//Bruce does canonically deal with schizophrenia but SOMETHING was too afraid to acknowledge it 👀

I’m either schizophrenic or my family has an evil presence that attaches itself to every generation. Whatever

(Bruce was pretty sure he whined right then and there. Not one of his pleased, sweet whines, but one that was unbelievably needy and absolutely desperate. He couldn’t even bring himself to care about it. Maybe he didn’t even know it had happened.) I feel like I’m close. Please.

Please! (Bruce answered before he had intended, but he couldn’t deny how eager he was. How much he needed this.) Please. I wanna cum for you.

You shouldn’t make it sound so appealin’ then. (Bruce laughed, the bite almost tickling.) Shouldn’t make it feel good too.

A whole lot better. More than I could ever say.

(Bruce more than happily accepted the hug. He would have climbed right into Ryder’s arms if he could.)

You don’t have to be sorry. I mean it.

You didn’t. I’m just stupid sometimes.

//once my cousin told me that if I ever brought another female friend home, she’d woo her by taking her to the local abandoned tuberculosis colony. I can’t compete with that obviously so I’ve never brought another friend home.

Yeah! Just uh— just a little tender hearted, I guess.

… maybe I am.

I mean, a little, but that’s pretty normal.

My mother lecturin’ me and my siblings

Did you know that cocaine gives you a chronically stuffy nose? Because I do. Intimately.

You don’t even wanna look at it…

(Bruce hated that he had to admire Ryder’s ability to do that instead of focusing on the desperation that was building up inside of him. He was sure it was the best type of torture he had experienced yet, but that didn’t make it any less intense.) Please? I even asked nicely! I offered nice things!

I’d let you. (The sight below him was so sweet the Bruce’s chest ached even more. It felt full to bursting.) We’d always be together then.

(Of course it was scary to have someone’s foot pressing into him like that, but it wasn’t just someone. It was Ryder and he would never hurt him more than he could stand. If anything, that knowledge made Bruce want him more, only able to express it by how desperately he arched into that very foot.)

(Truth being told, Bruce didn’t exactly know that Ryder followed him to this day. Still, he at least mostly stayed out of trouble nowadays.)

Okay, sure. You never think anything at all.

You think it’s that small???

If you see me walking around in a dress, no you didn’t.

My slightly over average one?

Yes, my notoriously huge cock.

… our cocks? I was tryin’ to compliment you!

No offense, but I think I can smile bigger than you.

That’s not the only thing that’s as big as mine.

Yeah, but I like remindin’ you how good you are.

You really know how to spoil me.

//should I go to the mall tomorrow 😔

‎ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‎ ‎ 🟢 ＣＷ 🟢 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ \\ 𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴, 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙴 // ‎

//found another Bruce account

I don’t know! None of my blood is in my brain right now. (Convenient excuse. Bruce would have laughed at it any other time.) Just— just somethin’ you want! As long as I get off at some point in the near future.

(It was more tender than Bruce could have ever expected. Before he could even think, he combed his fingers through Ryder’s in a desperate effort to be as close as possible.) I love you so much. I mean it.

(Bruce groaned openly, as if in some sense of embarrassment and a desperate attempt to distance himself from how eager he actually was. Either way, it didn’t stop him from moving though, especially since the idea of actually listening to Ryder for once sounded so good.)

I take that as a positive?

Here. You’re welcome.

Yeah, and like I can’t do anything about it. (Maybe he was t ready to whine and beg yet, but it was certainly getting to the point where he was more than eager.) I’ll do somethin’ for you if you let me.