#speedjunkie

[techno---addicted]

Andere haben Spaß,

Ich bin lediglich am Ballern.

Du hast Mitteilungsbedürfnis,

bitte rede mit wem anders.

Du hast gute Laune,

Ich wär gern zuhause.

Doch stattdessen geh ich wieder an die Bar um ein' zu saufen.

[cmon-n-trip-with-me]

@p-has-e

[degenerated-beauty-queen]

Wenn ich schlafen gehe höre ich ein lautes Geräusch und ich sehe immer wieder Erinnerungsfetzen aufflackern wie im stroboskophlicht.... Ich will dass es aufhört. Ich will dich nicht mehr in meinem Kopf haben

[psychoblue]

Ich sollte Texte schreiben, meinen Gedanken freien Lauf lassen, doch sie lassen es nicht zu. Ich könnte deinen Namen erwähnen, dich verraten, doch ich tu es nicht. Dein Name ist wie Salz in meinen Wunden, den ich nicht nennen will.

-psychoblue

[kuessenheiltwunden]

[strfe]

word prompts compilation.  |  @speedjunkie​​ asked  [ fix ]  for your muse to treat mine’s injury.

    “ ... What are you doing ? ”  HE INQUIRES, ALBEIT RHETORIC. the monster slain moments prior hadn’t knocked him about quite hard enough to render him blind, nor stupid, although it certainly had packed  a greater punch  (  or, err ...  slash, with a claw  )  than he’d expected. to make things worse, a certain SOLDIER had witnessed the whole endeavour;  for whatever reason, decided to partake in the action. perhaps a better question would have been  ‘  why are you helping me ? ’,  but roche doesn’t seem the rational type, so cloud doesn’t bother with rational questions. 

    at least, that’s how the bloody and dishevelled mercenary justifies how the words that pass his lips come out fumbled  &  awkward;  quite unlike the stoic, together front he prefers to uphold. with a quiet wince, he lifts a leather-clad hand and bats at the other’s too-close hands. the vague similarities in their attire conjures a queasiness in his gut, but it’s nothing too unfamiliar to him by now.  ‘ we’re  nothing  alike. ’  cloud passively reminds himself, lips pursed and bright eyes fixing in on roche’s. it’s true that this guy is unlike the usual shinra pawns he’s so used to fighting, but he’s made it clear that he's an enemy nonetheless.  ‘ . . . right ? ’

    in retrospect, roche hasn’t made  anything  clear at all. his each  &  every action have done nothing but contradict one another, from the moment they’d met. harming allies and enemy alike, the guy’s a real headache;  of that much, cloud is certain.  “ — quit it. i can take care of myself. ”  only, he’d lent his restore materia to aerith earlier that day. figures this would happen.

[lifedxbt]

| Nsfw Gifs Starters: Teasing edition | @speedjunkie​ asked | -slam dunks number 17 in here- :3 |

[17]

SOLDIERs are infuriating. 

Tseng straddles Roche’s stomach. He looks like a god, splayed out beneath him with that thick blond hair fanned out like a halo. Most of the pieces of his uniform are strewn about the room, along with Tseng’s jacket and tie. Roche is left shirtless and Tseng has his gloved fingers spread open on heated skin.

The SOLDIER is as one would expect; muscular and well built, and while Tseng already knew as much, it still manages to further vex him. Mako enhanced and utterly beautiful, he hates that he is attracted to him at all - and the extent of it is maddening. 

SOLDIERs are infuriating. 

He draws his hands slowly up across his ribs, coming to cup his chest. Groping over his annoyingly ample breast, it’s a good excuse not to look at his face. While he eases into it, he’s not exactly gentle as he focuses his attentions on Roche’s nipples. Pinching, tugging, twisting...

[hartbeating]

( @rcdwrxck​ / @speedjunkie​ )

That moment when the two peacock-esque men you’re dating fight. Hopefully, neither of them will lose any of their feathers.