Squidward Exhausted Novels & Stories

I was caught between feeling like a loser and the worst kind of brother anyone could ask for. I bet my parent are probably scoffing at how terrible I was turning out to be lately. I'm a disgrace to their moral upstanding. It's a good thing they are not here right now. Pushing the thought to the back of my mind, I tried to distract myself by watching N*****x with my laptop and ended up watching squid game where nothing goes for nothing and betrayal and fucking each other over is the only way to reaching ones goal. I sighed and turned off the system after a while before glancing at the table clock. It was past bedtime already and needed to force myself to sleep at least.

I'm so fucking exhausted. ‎Of everything. ‎Of everyone, including myself. ‎Harold hands me a glass of water and asks if I'd like to eat my breakfast now but I decline, not really in the mood for anything. He leaves quietly to attend to other things. Out of exhaustion, I lull myself to sleep once more. ‎ ‎🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 ‎

“But it is… admirable.” She gestured toward the exit. “We will stop here for today. Recovery is essential.” Dante didn’t argue. He guided Aiden out of the chamber, supporting his weight as they walked. The corridor felt longer than before, quieter, as though the ship itself was listening. Back in their quarters, Aiden collapsed onto the bed with a groan. “I hate that my superpower is exhaustion,” he muttered. Dante snorted softly and sat beside him. “You didn’t pass out. That’s progress.”

There wasn’t much—just bile from an empty stomach because I hadn’t eaten since before work —but it seared my throat, and the sour stench turned my stomach all over again. “I didn’t know you were squeamish,” hoodie guy said. “No,” I rasped. “I just don’t enjoy hearing people describe how they jammed their bone back inside their finger like a goddamn Lego piece.” He tilted his head. “You should drink some water.” “Water?” I laughed weakly, voice trembling. “Yeah, sure. Let me just grab some from the imaginary vending machine.” “Can you both shut the fuck up!” the redhead shouted suddenly, voice cracking. “Some of us are still trying to process the fact that people just… exploded.”

Jude smiled, giving my shoulders a gentle push forward toward the building, and I entered the gate and turned around one last time to wave at all of them. Hours later, after finally finishing the final exam, I walked out of the building drained—draain would be an understatement. I could not even manage to put a smile on my face; my head was pounding, and my eyes were tired from the hours I had spent just staring at the bright screen and answering questions. The questions were actually easy, and I had answered them very carefully, but the mental exhaustion was real. My shoulders and my lower back were throbbing in a dull ache, and on top of it all, I was hungry as fuck. As I wanted to reach t

It seemed as if I were already fast asleep. She let out a contemptuous laugh and turned back to continue studying. After all, a piece of trash that had already been drained of all its value wasn't worth any more of her attention. All she needed to do was to maintain her best condition and welcome her victory tomorrow. Meanwhile, my despair and constant sleeping were the perfect supplement to her energy. When it was midnight, I could feel that invisible pulling force becoming stronger than ever before. Sylvia was overexerting herself and draining me even more frantically.

John buried himself deep inside Vera and planted his load in her pussy, groaning with every spurt. At the same moment, James thrust forward and began feeding me his hot, creamy cum. I swallowed as much as I could, taking every drop he gave me. After several intense minutes of draining both men, we all slowed down and basked in the afterglow. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, making sure nothing had escaped. Vera lay on the floor catching her breath, a satisfied smile on her face. John and James sat back on the sofa, still breathing hard.

He looked older, worn out, the years and stress having taken their toll on him. "Just head out the gate and follow the path. When you reach the fork, take the path on the left. It'll lead you away from the loading dock, where Xandriel will be arriving. Just go ahead and swim," he instructed, his voice heavy with exhaustion. He looked utterly depleted, a shadow of his former self. Seeing him like this made my heart ache with a mix of sadness and pity.

“Don’t you guys have anything better to do right now? There’s a party full of women out there.” “The night is still early,” Adam replies. “Just believe me when I say the minute ass is thrown at me free and clear the way it falls in your lap, I won’t be standing around here looking like someone just pissed in my beer,” Antonio adds. I laugh in response. “Fuck you. Don’t worry about my dick, asshole. Unlike you jerk wads, I get offered pussy on a daily basis. I can use the break.” “Dick exhaustion is real,” Antonio replies, thrusting his hips. “But I’d still power through.”