#so she needs a roommate/bed buddy that's a living thing
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Child wakes up whimpering and going “NO!”
We rush in, ask what’s wrong, try to comfort her and calm her down. She bowls past us for the door.
“I know where all the flies are coming from! I have to get out of this room!”
Took us a good half hour of searching her room while she watched covering her ears and sniffling to get her back in the room at all.
Apparently the nightmares are still happening. :’( From what we could piece together through the sleep-grogginess and crying, this one involved hordes of big hairy flies gushing out of her pillow and mattress and flying into her ears to buzz in her brain.
Methinks it’s time to take her therapist up on the Emotional Support Animal thing....
#adventures of bean#this poor kid man#this is what happens when an anxiety disorder latches onto sleep as a trigger#she gets worried about sleeping because she's scared of hte nightmares#and then she has nightmares because she's all worked up#and then she has more fuel for the worry#i just hate it so much for her#she can't cosleep with me and her dad because we both have sleep disorders that require cpaps and it isn't safe#but she does best when someone else is in bed with her#like she's had nap sleepovers with friends when dad and i were down with pneumonia#and it went shockingly well#so she needs a roommate/bed buddy that's a living thing#the stuffies don't cut it#so on to the dog thing i guess#it's all we can think of#she's too small for meds#my heart just hurts for her so much....
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Overprotective!Yandere X GN!Reader
Women in the office gawked at Theo as he walked by, shamelessly refusing to peel their eyes from the Adonis who walked among them. With dark wavy hair that framed his beauty mark speckled face and droopy emerald eyes always set into a warm smile, he was model material, yet refused to believe it. Theo was kind to everyone he spoke to, but no one could gain his full attention, and affection. That was reserved for his one and only best friend ❤️
❤️ Theo who was Reader's best friend since kindergarten
💀 Every life path Reader took, Theo took as well. They were his best friend, he just happened to have the same interests as Reader!
❤️ Besides, he didn't go to the same college as them and got into the same company in the same sales department just because he was good at numbers like Reader... he also needed to protect them!
💀 Reader was always a hard worker, they would often forget to eat meals while working overtime and would only sleep two hours a night if Theo wasn't there to gently keep them on track
❤️ And despite everyone referring to Reader as a cynical workaholic, Theo knew deep down that they were far too trusting
💀 Remember that girl in grade four who confessed to Reader at recess? Reader turned her down far too kindly! They made her think it was actually okay to be friends! Thank goodness Theo was there to threaten the kid to stay away protect his best friend from that weirdo
❤️ People often mistook the pair of besties for a couple, and that was just ridiculous!
💀 Yeah, the idea of Reader calling Theo their husband, kissing Reader's forehead each and every night, and instead of just tucking them into bed joining them in their shared bed made his heart clench in a funny way... they were just friends!
❤️ Just friends that were also roommates. The economy is terrible right now, just because they make enough money to live alone, didn't it make more sense to live together and save money?
💀 And Theo enjoyed cooking nutritional meals for his best friend! No instant ramen for Reader while Theo's around!
❤️ No, it wasn't jealousy whenever someone started hitting on Reader, he was just worried for them!
"Don't you think Jackson's a bit... creepy?" Theo asked his buddy while prepping dinner one night. Reader glanced up from their work laptop only briefly.
"Why do you say that?"
"Ah, I don't mean to sound rude! I'm sorry.. I just overheard him saying something pretty gross about Mrs. Kim.."
Jackson had asked Reader to grab a drink with him sometime just the other day, and he seemed like a genuinely kind dude. But Reader trusted Theo with their life, and wouldn't question anything he ever said, believing their best friend was simply incapable of lying. Reader grunted and went back to work, and Theo knew by that sound his bestie wasn't going out with Jackson anytime soon.
💀 Theo who could never admit to anyone, not even himself, that his relationship with Reader wasn't a healthy "friendship"
❤️ Convincing himself that his actions were completely normal things for friends to do was almost a full time job
💀 Sometimes he watched Reader sleep, admiring how their eyelashes fluttered as they dreamt ensuring that they were actually sleeping and not sneaking onto their computer
❤️ And breaking down into full blown hysterics when Reader doesn't text him back is just because he's so worried for them
💀 Reader always saw the error in their ways though, apologizing profusely when they finally came home from grocery shopping and seeing the results of forgetting to charge their phone
❤️ It was an especially hard day when Theo had to cut off his own mother. She said Theo was codependent on Reader! Reader doesn't know this though, they just heard that Theo's mother was criticizing their friendship
Reader was stopped at the front door, Theo draping his large frame over his best friend, his large eyes watering. "Please don't leave, (Reader)."
They sighed, wriggling an arm free to mess with Theo's hair. "The fridge is almost empty, dude."
"But it's raining outside!" Theo raised is voice unintentionally as he began to panic, spiraling into an anxiety attack. "What if you get sick? Please just stay home, I can order take out. Let's go shopping tomorrow!"
"Theo.."
"Please!" A sob choked out of the man as he seemingly lost his strength, collapsing against Reader as he stained their jacket with his tears. "I just want to keep you safe!"
Reader gave in, as they always did, guilt stabbing at their heart until they could calm Theo down and convince him they weren't leaving.
Even if Reader never fell in love with Theo, the man would be content just to be by Reader's side, forever being their one and only best friend. As long as he could continue protecting them, from bad dates conspiring to ruin Reader's life, from management that continuously accepted Reader's overtime volunteering, and from Reader's own silly bad choices... Theo was happy.
#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere#yandere drabble#tw manipulation#not proofread#yandere best friend#platonic yandere
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pairing: heeseung x reader
summary: you weren’t meant to be getting jealous at all, friends with benefits had boundaries but shit lee heeseung looked so fucking good in his story.
warnings: oral sex (m receiving), swearing (??), mentions of weed nd alcohol like once lol
note: not proofread + pretty rushed but i js wanted to write smth to post cus i disappeared due to uni sorry
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The one word spills from your lips repeatedly as you stare intensely into the screen of your phone. Your fuck buddy, Lee Heeseung had posted himself, in his all black fit with his hair slightly damp and messy. You couldn’t tell if you were upset, mad or amused but what you did know was that you wanted to give him the suck of his life. But who was he trying to impress with his story? You frown at the thought of him trying to impress another girl and it’s only worse because it was definitely going to work. Heeseung was hot, really hot, as if sculpted by Aphrodite herself. The friends with benefits thing you had going on started when you guys were both tipsy and horny, things led to another and you both couldn’t deny how good the sex was and that is how the agreement all started.
Your focus on his story gets interrupted when you hear your roommate, Chaewon, squeal. Which gains all of your attention, of course, probably gained the attention of everyone who lived on the same floor as you two.
“Oh my god, Y/N. Have you seen Heeseung’s story? He is so fine.” Oh, and you guys were private. Not even private, secret. It was hard not telling your best friend you had been railed by Heeseung on the couch she’s fangirling over him on.
“He’s okay,” you say. It did bother you knowing other girls were having this reaction but it was worse when you weren’t in the position to be mad nor jealous. You weren’t familiar with the concept of feelings, they were confusing to tell apart. Romantic, platonic, etc, it was all too much so you stuck to denying anything you felt but there was something about Heeseung. Maybe it was the way he treated you after sex or the way he wouldn’t forget to smile and wave at you when he saw you on campus. There was just something about him that made you want him for yourself but you knew you’d have to give him up. It did piss you off, were you not enough? He said he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he goes around and posts this. You, yourself couldn’t tell if you were overreacting but you didn’t like the jealousy you felt one bit. Lifting yourself up from your shared couch with Chaewon, you turn to her to ask, “Are we going to Jay’s party?"
“Well no shit! Who are we to turn down a party?” She scoffs, hand on her chest to seem offended. You giggle and throw a pillow at her before walking into your room and shoving your face in the comfort of your pillows. The peaceful moment is interrupted by the notification noise coming from your phone. Groaning as you turn yourself around and lift up the screen to meet your eye level.
hee: hey pretty ;)
hee: u going to jay’s party?
It takes everything in you not to reply or even open the message. He can post himself all he wants, he’ll just have to deal with a pissed you. You swear you can see a light bulb glowing above your head as you decide to continue the concept of staying pissed at him. How dare he post himself looking that good and then go to a party? Lee Heeseung was on thin ice. Jumping up from your bed, you open your closet and skim it to find the tightest, shortest dress you own. Pulling out a small black dress that hid in the back of your closet, you hum to yourself in satisfaction. Upon getting ready, you hear your phone vibrate. Unlocking the screen as you frown seeing the contact name.
hee: angel? why arent u answering?
hee: do u need to be picked up?
This game was far more amusing than you thought it’d be. You lock your phone screen and wait for Chaewon in your shared living room. “Let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.
One step in and the aroma of weed and beer dominates your nostrils. Your eyes roam around the house looking for a familiar face because Chaewon had met a cute guy out in the front of the house so now you were alone. Your eyes land on Jake in the kitchen, he waves, and you walk over. When you’re in arms reach, he hands you a cup of beer.
“You look good,” he compliments with a smug smile. Jake was cute, very cute but he was Heeseung’s best friend so any plan you wanted with him would be dismissed because he was also very nice. He was very committed to the concept of ‘Bro Code,’ which you respected.
“Thank you Jake,” you giggle before taking a sip out of the red plastic cup. You learn your body against the counter as you listen to Jake’s frustration over a girl.
“She gives me these signs but then she ghosts me. It’s annoying! How’s Heeseung though?” Jake asks, which surprises you. You were so focused on him talking about the girl, you don’t even know how he slipped Heeseung into the conversation.
“Heeseung? Well, he’s something.” You reply, eyes staring at the liquid in your cup.
“Better put a collar on him, did you see his story?” Jake laughs, gently pushing your shoulder as you laugh with him. “Oh. Speak of the devil.” You look up to ask Jake what he had meant but you’re already being pulled by your wrist across the house.
“Fuck! What the fuck? Let go!” You try to protest as you struggle loosening the grip. The hand lets go when you’re in a bathroom, you wait to see who the hell dragged you here as the figure locks the door. Once he turns around you curse yourself. “What the fuck Heeseung?!” You yell.
“Angel, you didn’t answer my texts. Didn’t even try to find me here and I see you talking to my best friend.” He says, you could tell he was tense. Why did he care? You guys weren’t anything official anyway, he had no reason to be caring but you also had no reason to be jealous.
“Why do you care? Move, let me go back.” You walk to unlock the door but you're pinned against the door before you can utter another word. Heeseung’s eyes meet yours, they’re dark, and full of lust. He looked mad, but he looked really hot at the same time.
“Why are you acting like such a brat for fucks sake?” He growls, moving one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw.
“Maybe if you hadn’t posted yourself for those other bitches.” You spit, turning your head to face anything but him. But he forcefully turned your head back to him. A smirk now on his face. Wow, you were one dumb motherfucker for admitting your jealousy.
“What? Was my angel jealous?” He says teasingly. You nod slowly, struggling to do so in his tight grip. “But baby, you made me all upset since you ignored me. Gonna make it up to me?” You nod with a smile on your face, knowing what he had meant. He smiles back before chasing your lips with his own. It doesn’t take 5 seconds before you’re kissing him back. As the kiss deepens, you push him back into the sink. You absolutely hated how weak you were for him. His teeth nip at your bottom lip so you allow his tongue to slip in. You cup his clothed dick with your hand which causes him to whine. Heeseung pulls back from the kiss and a string of saliva can be seen.
“Fuck angel, suck me off.” You lower yourself onto your knees as he undoes his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers in one go. No matter how many times you’ve seen this sight, you still drool every time you see his bare cock. So thick, red and perfect for you. You wrap your hand around the base and pepper the tip with kisses whilst looking up at him before fitting as much as you can in your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips, and you love it. It gets difficult to control your gag reflex but you're so determined to make him feel good. He grabs your hair and wraps it into a makeshift ponytail. You can feel his tip brush against the back of your throat as you bob your head forward, not breaking any eye contact with him.
“Fuck, needa fuck your mouth baby.” You hum against his cock as a sign of agreement, your hands move to rest on his thighs as he uses you. “Mouth feels so baby.” He moans, eyes shut and his head thrown back. One of his hands grip onto the sink as the other holds your hair up in a ponytail and the prettiest noises leave his lips.
“Gonna cum-, gonna cum in your mouth, angel.” He pants before reaching his high, releasing in your mouth. “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth, showing him his release. “Swallow.” He commands, and you obey. You stick your tongue out again, showing him again and he swears he can cum again just from the sight.
“Sorry for earlier,” you mutter under your breath as you stand up. He smiles down at you, tucking himself back in his pants.
“I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you, yeah? Let’s go to your apartment.”
#enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#heeseung smut#heeseung hard hours#lee heeseung imagines#heeseung x reader#enhypen imagines#heeseung drabbles
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J e a l o u s y
Starring; Toji Fushiguro, Cult Leader!Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo & Reader
Cw: Smut, MDNI/18+,Swearing, AFAB reader. Slight plot, Mean: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Dirty Talking, Rough Sex, Oral (m & f receiving), DubCon, Breedinng kink, Exhibition, Degradation, Praise, Restraints, Collar & Leash, Murder, Blood, Overstimulation, P in V, Creampie, some AU(no curse for Toji)a whole lot of filth, not proofread, written on mobile.
WC: 5800 oops
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
Toji Fushiguro:
Toji Fushiguro:
Toji knew that living with a younger woman would be a pain in the ass sometimes, but today you really had him pissed. Toji had claimed you as his girl, though not in a dating sense, more so in a fuck buddy sense, because he didn’t know if he was capable of maintaining an actual relationship. Plus the two of you lived together, so it was all the benefits of dating without having to actually date. Win-win.
Toji had been downstairs at the gym of the apartment building, when you had texted him saying that you were going to have a friend over, and apologizing in advance for being loud. Toji had thought nothing of it at the time, typical college girl stuff, having a girl friend over and being obscenely loud.
He had decided to spend a bit longer in the gym, doing a few extra sets, just to give you and your girl a bit of privacy. He thought nothing of it when some kid with weird bangs, and the rest of his hair in a bun that he had never seen before walked into the gym. The kid had asked Toji if he could spot him for a couple of sets, saying that a friend of his was visiting someone, and he didn’t want to be a third wheel. The two of them had conversed, mostly about gains, protein, and other gym bro things, before the kid asked Toji if he wanted to join him in the pool. Toji had politely declined, before excusing himself, and putting his headphones back on.
When he entered your shared apartment the gears in his brain started turning when he noticed a pair of men’s shoes beside yours. He took his headphones off and heard music coming from your room, and other noises, moans and grunts. Toji wasn’t stupid, it just took him a bit to figure out things. That kid he met was obviously friends with whoever was in your room.
Toji wanted to go back downstairs, pull that kid out of the pool by his stupid bun, and beat the shit out of him for letting his friend come and fuck his girl. But Toji also did not want an assault charge, so he cracked a beer, and sat on the couch. He could see your room, and he had patience.
A short while later he heard the music stop, and your door open. You came out of your room followed by a kid with white hair, whose appearance pissed Toji off. the kid was tall, lanky, and wearing sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses inside. He wore a crooked smile as he noticed Toji.
“Oh shit, I guess your roommate’s home!” The kid smirked at you.
Your hair was dishevelled, your make up a mess as you glanced at Toji.
“Yeah. Toji this is Satoru, Satoru this is my roommate, Toji.” You mumbled.
Toji watched you say goodbye to Satoru, hugging him at the door. You tried to dart away but Toji grabbed you by the neck.
“Where d’ya think you’re going?” Toji asked.
“To shower?” You bit your lip.
“Nah, I think you need to be reminded whose girl you are.” Toji said as he started guiding you into his bedroom.
Toji pushed you down roughly onto his bed.
“Close your eyes.” he ordered.
You did so, and shortly felt the cool leather of a collar being wrapped around your neck. Toji yanked both your hands behind your back, securing them to the cuffs attached to the collar. You opened your eyes, and Toji was smirking down at you.
“So, my girl thinks she can just fuck whoever she likes huh?” Toji takes his shirt off, and you lick your lips at the sight. His beautiful muscles, glimmering under the LED lights in his room. “Better hope he stretched you out real good.”
Toji pulls his sweats down and your eyes widen. His cock was monstrous. His tip, angry and red, with precum dribbling is thick. He usually needed to make you cum at least once and use lube just to get inside you. His length was just as mean, veiny and a curve that could send you into overdrive.
Toji pushes you onto your back, and spreads your legs, palming his cock a few times before lining himself up at your entrance, and pushing slightly. It feels like you’re ripping.
“Nngh Toji! It won’t fit!” You protest.
“Tch.” Toji pulls back a little bit before leaning his head over yours. “Open your mouth.”
You do so and he gathers saliva in his mouth, before spitting it into your awaiting mouth. You feel yourself become more aroused, and swallow his spit while looking him dead in the eyes.
“Good girl.” Toji says while grabbing the bottle of lube off his dresser, before smearing it over your entrance, and around his cock.
He lines himself up once again, pushing into you. You yelp and clench your fists behind your back, sweat coating your face.
“Mmm fuck mama, you’re takin’ it so good.” Toji’s tongue is between his teeth as he slowly pushes himself into you, your walls enveloping him. “That little boy couldn’t even make you cum huh?”
The pain and pleasure of Toji stretching you out mingle together. A moan escapes your lips. Toji slaps you in the face, and wraps his fingers around your throat.
“I asked you a question, slut.” Toji asks through gritted teeth. “He didn’t make you cum did he?”
“N-no daddy! He didn’t!”
Toji slams into you, bottoming out. “Then. Why. Would. You. Bother?” Thrusting into you with every word.
Tears spill out of your eyes, your mouth is open as Toji drills into you. His thumb finds your clit and starts circling it. You thrust your hips upwards, chasing your high. Your stomach flutters, and your cheeks grow hot.
“You wanna cum huh? Such a greedy girl. Fuckin’ cum all over this cock then girl.” Toji groans out.
“F-fuuuuuck! Daaaaadddyyyy!” You practically scream out, as your orgasm racks through your body. Your muscles tighten, your vision goes white, as pleasure consumes you. Your walls clench around Toji’s dick, as he fucks you through your orgasm.
When it subsides, and you’re twitching, and panting, Toji pulls out and flips you over. He pulls your hips up, so you’re arching your back, and grabs the leash of your collar with his free hand. He gives you no time to adjust, before he’s bullying his cock back into you.
He pulls on your leash, forcing your head up, and drool spills out of your mouth. You’re so fucked out already, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, stars clouding your vision.
Toji sends his hand flying towards your ass, leaving a mark, his pace quickens.
“F-fuuuuck daddy, slow down!” You groan. “M’gonna cum.”
Instead of slowing down, Toji somehow speeds up, spearing you on his cock. “Yeah? Gonna cum again pretty girl?”
Toji’s words send you into overdrive, and you squirt all over him. Your legs are shaking, your arms are burning from being restrained, but you wish you could stay like this forever. Being fucking into oblivion by Toji’s cock. But you can tell he’s getting close to his peak. His muscles are contracting, his thrusts are getting sloppier, he’s grunting and groaning.
“Fuck mama, M’gonna cum inside you. Fill you up. Put a baby in you. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” Toji moans as his seed shoots into you, painting your walls and kissing your womb.
Toji pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you, before finally letting you out of your restraints. Your senses slowly start to come back to you.
“So, I’m actually your girl huh?” You ask.
“Guess so. If it means you ain’t gonna be fucking that idiot again, then you’re my girl.” Toji replies before grabbing a towel, and heading to the bathroom. “Y’gonna join me?”
“Yeah just a minute.” You call back, before pulling your phone out. You open up your texts with Satoru, and type out a message.
-Your plan worked! You’re honestly the best! And tell Suguru he’s the best boyfriend ever for letting you pretend to fuck me.-
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Suguru Geto:
Geto regarded all of his followers in the same manner, monkeys. But they all served a purpose, so he allowed most of them to live. Piss him off though, and he would have you killed. All of them were interchangeable, he could kill all of them, only to have a new group flock in the next day.
You, however were different. Geto had found you, sheltering yourself from a rainstorm close to his dwelling. He had offered you a deal, shelter indefinitely, so long as you were either useful, or willing to follow his principles. You had agreed, and while you got settled, Geto manifested a Surveillance Curse, sending it into your room. You had managed to incapacitate it, meaning you had cursed energy, which meant you could be of slight use to him.
Geto would never admit it, but he was enthralled by you, the way you looked at him with admiration, the way you were always the first one in when he called everyone to come listen to a speech. The way his eyes would zero in on you.
So when you were absent from his preachings for a few days in a row, he found himself growing concerned. He sent one of the monkeys to find you, and see what was wrong. When that follower reported their findings, Geto executed them on the spot.
The monkey had followed you around the facility, until he watched you enter another followers chambers. He had watched through a slight opening in the curtain, as you shed your clothes and gave yourself to that other man.
Geto was furious. After all, you should be entirely devoted to him, allowing no other to have you in that manner. He was the one in charge, and to be disrespected by someone he allowed to grovel before him, who was beneath him, almost shattered his facade. Rather than succumbing to the anger, he pushed it aside, he would have to teach you what happens when your loyalty slips.
The next day Geto ensured you would be present, by having a different monkey go to your chambers and escort you. You took your usual seat, front row, but refused to even look at Geto. You were nervous and rightfully so. When the rest of his followers piled in he addressed the crowd.
“Hello everyone.” Geto began, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Today you shall witness a special performance.” Geto stood up and pointed at you. “Would you be so kind as to come up to the stage?”
Your stomach flipped, anxiety coursing throughout your body. You gulped. “Me?” You squeaked out.
“Yes, you.” Geto dialed up the warmth in his voice. “Come onto the stage.”
Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to not go up there. But what else could you do? You knew if you ran, Geto would catch you, and kill you right then and there. Your legs shake as you stand up, time seeming to stand still as you take a step.
Geto’s lips curl as he sees the fear on your face, the sheen of sweat coating your body as you unsteadily step towards him. His eyes zeroing in on yours, like a predator, ready to pounce on their prey.
When you’re finally on the stage, Geto cups your chin with one of his large hands, forcing you to look up at him. He smiles down at you, but his eyes have malicious intent behind them. The hairs on your arm stand on end. Geto uses his hand to guide your gaze to the crowd, when you notice the man you had been sleeping with in the middle of the crowd, being held in place by two bigger men. You gasp when Geto jerks your head back towards him, and presses his lips against your ear.
“I hope you’re not shy in front of a crowd. Gotta show everyone what happens when they can’t keep control of their dicks. I’m not going to hurt you though.” Geto whispers, before pulling away and addressing his followers.
“Do I not provide for you? Have I not cured you of your ailments, your sicknesses? And yet, it seems that one of you displays no loyalty. No gratitude for what I have done for him. He must think of me as below him, inferior to him. Why else would he take what’s not his? You all serve me, you all belong to me, and you’re all mine to use as I please.” Geto’s voice is low, all the cheer drained from it.
He tosses the mic down to the floor, his body towering over yours.
“Strip.” That singular word. Your body felt like a shock ran through it. There was no way Geto was serious. This had to be some sort of joke. You couldn’t move.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Geto warned.
Your hands shook as you began undressing yourself, the robes you wore falling into a pool at your feet. You unclasp your bra and shrug it off your shoulders, using an arm to cover your nipples. You inhale harshly as Geto pulls your arm away from your body, the cool air making your nipples erect. Your lip trembles as you pull your panties down, exposing yourself to the hungry eyes of Geto’s followers. Your thighs close on instinct, and you close your eyes, willing this to be a dream.
“Open your legs.” Geto commands, his focus solely on you. You do so, and Geto uses a finger to swipe at your entrance. “Look at you, you’re already dripping, pathetic.”
Geto pushes his finger into your mouth, never breaking eye contact with you. A shiver runs down your spine at the intrusion, but you also feel aroused. Being in front of all of these people, while Geto invaded your body, just did something to you. You decide to suck on his finger, and he smirks at you.
He pulls his finger out of your mouth and stands behind you, before slapping your ass. He snaps a finger, and two followers bring out a chair. Geto sits down, and pulls you onto his lap.
“You ready to put on a show?” Geto whispers in your ear, and you can’t help to bite your lip and nod.
Geto uses a hand to lift your hips up, while he pulls his dick out, and slowly lowers you onto it. A moan spills out of your lips as he fills you up. Fuck he’s so thick, you’re so full already and he’s not even halfway inside. His fingers snake around your throat, as he tips your head back, as he pushes the rest of his length into you.
“Mmm fuck Geto, y’so big.” You moan out. Your eyes trail over the crowd. Every single one of them has lust in their eyes, they look so hungry. The men wishing they were the ones fucking you, the women cursing you for getting what they always desired.
Geto bounces you on his dick, causing your head to reel. You had always fantasized about fucking him, touching yourself to the thoughts. You never imagined you’d actually get the opportunity, so you had settled with the first guy to pay you attention. You had needs after all, but fuck, you were sure you’d never want to fuck anyone else as long as you lived.
“Fuck you’re so tight, you’re taking me so good.” Geto grunts in your ear, before nibbling on it. Your hand shoots down to your clit, rubbing circles around it. Geto slams into you, pulling moans from your throat as you work at your bud. Your stomach begins to coil, you’re so fucking close. A sheen of sweat is coating your body, your eyes are half lidded, you’re already feeling fucked out.
“Uhnnn, G-Geto, m’gonna cum, fuck don’t stop.” You whimper, as stars cloud your vision. You clutch onto Geto’s robes as your orgasm ravages you. Your mouth is open in an O, and you fucking squirt, soaking Geto’s pants and spraying the crowd.
“Fucking good girl!” Geto squeezes your throat as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own approaching. He finally got to fuck you, and put his followers in their place. Before he loses all sense a rationality he summons a cursed spirit, and targets the man who had the courage to sleep with you.
Blood splatters onto both of you. And that sends Geto into overdrive, his hips rutting into you, as his orgasm courses through him. You feel his dick pulsing as his cum shoots into you, thick ropes, coating your walls.
You haven’t even come down yet, before Geto pulls you off his dick, grabs your hair and pushes your face into the pile of your fluids.
“Clean up your mess, monkey.” And you do so, licking up both of your fluids. When you’re done, Geto snakes his arm around your waist. “You’ll be staying in my chambers now, and I’ll have you whenever I desire.”
“If anyone of you chooses to be disloyal, the same fate will await you. Dismissed.” Geto addresses the crowd one last time, before exiting the stage with you in tow.
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Satoru Gojo:
Satoru Gojo was very lonely, after all his girlfriend and his best friend had been assigned a mission together, and he was stuck at Jujutsu Tech by himself. There was absolutely no reason why he couldn’t have gone with the two of you, which he made sure to whine about.
“No fair, why do you two get to go out of country and I don’t.” He had groaned.
“It’s a surveying mission, Satoru. We need to be stealthy.” Suguru had explained.
“Okay, and? What’s your point?” Satoru had pouted.
“You’re not exactly the quietest, or sneakiest person. The minute we’d find our objective, you’d come barrelling in with-“ you had mimicked his hand signs. “Blue”
Both you and Suguru had started laughing your asses off right then, and Satoru couldn’t help but join in.
But now, he was bored, bored , b-o-r-e-d. And he figured that now was as good a time as any to use one of his handy techniques; teleportation. He had badgered Suguru, until he had informed him of where exactly they were going, with a “What if something happens to you two?” So he knew exactly where he was going.
He figured he would surprise the two of you, maybe go out shopping, and he could even help the two of you finish the mission faster.
It didn’t take long for him to arrive at the location, which was not what he was expecting. There were a ton of dilapidated old buildings, and there was a ton of residuals, both human and curse alike. Satoru frowned before setting out to follow your residuals, and he noticed the two of you, before you noticed him.
Satoru couldn’t explain what made him duck at the side of a building and watch the two of you, but now he was pissed.
Satoru saw the two of you fending off a Cursed Spirit, you were distracting it, while Suguru had begun to manipulate it. Satoru watched as his best friend collapsed the curse into itself, making it take the shape of a ball. He watched as you cheered him on. He watched as Suguru swallowed the curse in one go, and your eyes lit up, and you gushed at how great it is he can swallow curses. He watched as Suguru put his arm over your shoulders and the two of you walked away. He could hear you still ecstatic about how great Geto was at swallowing.
Satoru put a plan in motion at that very moment, and decided to wait a few hours to enact it. He didn’t know which he was more hurt by; the blatant lie involving the mission, you swooning over his best friend, or the way Suguru just draped his arm over you.
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You had just finished in the shower, and decided to get comfy for the night, the mission for today was finished, Suguru was resting in his hotel room, and you planned to order room service. You wrapped yourself in the satin robe the hotel had provided. You were about to flop down on the bed, when you heard a knock at the door.
Figuring it was probably Suguru, you got up and unlocked the door, without even looking through the peep hole. You swung it open to be met by… your boyfriend? What was he doing here?
“Satoru?! What- how?” You babbled, eyes widening.
Satoru said nothing as he pushed the door open and stepped in, before searching your hotel room for something. You cocked an eyebrow while watching him in silence.
“What’s going on?! Is everything okay? What are you looking for?” You ask.
Satoru stands before you, glaring at you, his eyes seemingly filled with anger. He takes you in, seeing the worried expression, the way you chew your lip.
“Kneel.” Satoru commands.
“I-what? Kneel?” You sputter out, your cheeks growing hot.
Satoru grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you down until you kneel. “I said kneel.”
You were still totally confused as to why Satoru showed up, but the way he was acting right now had you nervous, but kind of turned on. The two of you usually had sex at least once daily, and you had been on this mission for two and a half weeks now.
You looked up at Satoru through your eyelashes and he smirked at you. He took your hand in his, pulling it towards his crotch, forcing you to feel his erection. He pulled the waistband of his sweats down, freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.
“Open your mouth.” Satoru orders, and when you do, he pushes his cock into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust as he starts thrusting. “Mmm fuck, that’s my good girl, swallowing my cock.”
Satoru’s dirty talk always had you practically creaming, you squeeze your thighs together and moan around his cock, as you suck, using your tongue to increase his pleasure.
His hold on your hair tightens, keeping you in place so he is fully in control. Fuck your mouth made him practically delirious, the way you devoured him as though he was your last meal. When you bring your hand up to stroke him, he bats it away. “Nuh-uh. Just your mouth, see if you can handle swallowing all of me.”
As he says that, he pushes himself deeper, past your uvula. You gag, and your mouth waters, as his cock slides down your throat. Your eyes are watering, but you know you can take him. You look up at him to find him glaring down at you, his lip curled.
Satoru pulls out, before snapping his hips forward, fucking into your throat. He lets a groan escape, furrowing his brows. He wraps his free hand around your throat, feeling how it bulges as he throat fucks you.
He slows it down, only to bully his cock impossibly further down your throat. You’re light headed, his dick cutting off oxygen, and his hand wrapped around your throat making it even worse.
He pulls out of your throat, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, before ramming his length right back down your throat. “Mmmmmph.” You groan against his cock as tears spill out of your eyes.
“Aw what’s wrong Princess?” Satoru coos. “Thought ya liked swallowing. Or is that only when Suguru does it, hmm?”
Your blood runs cold, and your eyes widen.
“F-fuck.” Satoru moans, while continuing to abuse your throat. “Y-yeah, I saw you two. Fuckin’ lucky that y’make me feel s’good.”
You couldn’t even explain the truth. How Suguru needed you to support him after your battle. That’s the only reason he had his arm around you. How after seeing the face of disgust he made, you tried to distract him by telling him how cool it was that he could swallow curses. You tried to pull away, hoping to explain, but Satoru held you in place. Tears flowed down your face.
“You cryin’? That’s rich. Think you’re real smooth huh? Like I wouldn’t have seen it with my six eyes. Just means, I gotta f-fuck, remind you who you belong to.” Satoru growls out.
Again, your thighs grind together, you’re so desperate for stimulation. You shove your fingers between your legs, rubbing at your clit before Satoru pulls your hand away, smirking.
“Nah, you don’t deserve to touch yourself. If ya wanna cum y’better make sure to swallow all my cum.” Satoru’s thrusts become sloppy, he feels his balls clench, and he bottoms out, pushing his cock as far as it will go, before sloppily humping against your face.
“Ahn ah, fuck.” Satoru hisses as he feels his balls release. “Fuck take it all, fuckin don’t waste a single drop.”
His release fills up your throat as he pulls out, somehow spilling more into your mouth. You swallow, and instantly start coughing and sputtering. Air fills your lungs, and you inhale and exhale deeply.
Satoru stuffs his dick back into his pants, before grabbing your phone and firing off a text.
“S-Satoru, what are you doing?” You whisper, your throat to raw to properly speak.
“Told Suguru to come over. Think I need to teach him a lesson too. And see if his swallowing is worth the hype.” Satoru says as he ruffles your hair. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum.”
You feel yourself dripping, your hole clenching around nothing, as you hear a knock at the door.
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Choso Kamo:
Choso had wanted to help you train but the fact is: he is not good at training people. He just lacks the finesse to take what he’s doing and slow it down for you.
You were a curse user, part of Geto’s group, you had participated in the Night Parade of 100 Demons, and had found Geto shortly afterwards. You hadn’t questioned how he was still alive, assuming the stitches were from healing himself up. You met Choso right after he gained a body, and seemingly formed a bond. After Choso had exposed Geto as a fake, you immediately turned on Geto, allying yourself with Choso.
Choso glances over to where Noritoshi is guiding you, and instantly starts to feel annoyed. Surely you could move your body on your own? Why were his hands all over you? What was so funny that you were giggling over?
Choso huffs out a sigh, before turning away from you and Noritoshi, figuring he may as well train also. He was sure of his abilities but it didn’t hurt to improve them, and he could also use that as an opportunity to get his frustrations out.
After a while of training, and continuing to ruminate, he decides enough is enough. He had talked to Yuji about how you made him feel, and Yuji had told him he probably has feelings for you. Yuji had then sat Choso down and made him sit through several romance movies. After that he had directed him to Hakari, for additional knowledge, because Yuji “hasn’t really done that stuff”.
Choso made his way to the door of your quarters quickly, and knocked softly on the door. You pulled the door open, and beamed up at him before pulling him into a hug and inviting him in.
Choso could smell your perfume on you, the aroma getting to his head. He was so captivated by every part of you. You were wearing a very small pair of shorts and a crop top, both of which hugged your curves. He was almost salivating.
“What’s up Choso?” You asked him with a smile.
Choso didn’t speak, instead he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. His lips crashed against yours, and for a brief moment you were still, before opening your mouth, allowing Choso’s tongue free rein of your mouth. You moan into his mouth, as his tongue explores. When you suck on his tongue, he groans, and his hips thrust against you, grinding his erection against your thighs.
Choso breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, and trails his lips down to your neck. He’s sloppy, biting down and sucking, licking, all while whining, fucking whining, because he wants all of you, all at once, forever. He pulls up your crop top, exposing your plush breasts, and pulls away to admire them.
His mouth actually salivates. “C-can I?”
“Sure.” You giggle, your cheeks growing warm. You allow Choso to guide you to your bed, and he sinks down beside you.
Choso feels light headed as he takes a nipple into his mouth. Fuck, your skin tasted so sweet. He feels you grab onto his hair as you let out a moan when he nips gently at the bud. He can’t help but to roll his eyes back into his head, as he squeezes your other breast with his hand. He releases your nipple from his mouth and bites down on your shoulder, and when your blood enters his mouth, he loses all sense of rationality.
He pushes you down on the bed, pulling off your shorts, trailing bites all the way down from your shoulder to your waist, before sitting on his knees on the floor. He grabs your thighs, pulling your heat towards his mouth, and spreading your legs.
He slowly licks at your entrance, causing you to arch your back, and his mouth waters at the taste. He uses a hand to spread your folds open, before plunging his tongue inside of you. You both moan at the same time, Choso grinding his hips against the bed frame. He’s sloppy as he fucks you with his tongue, his saliva mixing with your slick. His free hand comes up to play with your nipple.
Your hands are wrapped in his hair, as you allow pleasure to wrack through you. “Nngh, fuck Choso, feels so good.”
The praise goes right to his head, and his dick, somehow making him even harder. He pulls his tongue out of your cunt, and brings it to your clit, licking it slowly, almost teasingly. Your moans fill the room. Choso pulls his dick out, and starts stroking it slowly.
“P-please, faster Cho.” You groan.
Choso obliges, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, swirling it around, until he presses his tongue flat against it and starts moving his head up and down, left and right.
You’re so close, your hips matching Choso’s movements as you grind on his face. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt an orgasm like this coming on.
“Oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck, Choso, fuck!” Your mind goes blank as you cum on Choso’s tongue. Your body twitches, your hole clenches around nothing, and you pull Choso by the hair. Your thighs try to close, but Choso is using his hands to keep them open. A few tears fall from your eyes due to the intensity of your orgasm.
Choso keeps eating you out, he doesn’t even need to touch himself at this point. He practically slurps down your orgasm. He takes a hand off your thighs, and bring it towards you entrance. He pushes one finger in, relishing how your warmth sucks him in. He whines again, he can’t wait to feel your walls against his aching cock. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you, hitting your g-spot. His other hand is pressed on your belly, and he can feel his fingers inside you. He loves the way your muscles clench around his fingers, as he probes you.
He pulls his face away from you, replacing his tongue with his thumb, moving it up and down, and in circles over your clit. He watches your face contort, your eyes squeeze shut, your hands now grasping onto the blanket.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Choso remarks. “I need you to cum again for me.”
Choso’s hand fucks into you skillfully, pulling his fingers out a little bit, before pushing them back in and repeatedly curling them. His pace on your clit is perfect, and goosebumps prick your skin as you approach another orgasm.
“D-don’t stop.” You cry out as pure pleasure shoots through you. Your toes curl, your hips thrust upwards, your whole body spasms, your eyes roll back into your head. You feel Choso’s lips meet yours and open your mouth. You taste yourself on him as his tongue fucks in and out of your mouth.
When he pulls away, you open your eyes, and watch as he palms his cock. Your mouth waters, his dick is absolutely perfect, pale, veiny, and his tip is absolutely oozing pre cum.
Choso lines himself up, and as he pushes into you it takes everything in his being to not cum right then and there. He pulls out, and pushes back in, fucking you slowly, savouring the feeling, he bites on his lower lip, while watching himself slowly fuck you. He brings his thumb to your clit, swirling it over your bud.
“Nngh! Cho I-I can’t cum again. S’too many.” You’re so sensitive right now, overstimulation hitting you hard.
“Fuck yes, y-you can babe. N-need you to cum all over me. Please.” Choso begs, and fuck maybe you could cum again.
You allow your body to relax, your brain to shut down, but something feels weird, like a sort of pressure.
“F-feels weird Cho I-“
Choso bottoms out and fucks into you roughly, increasing the strength of his thrusts. It feels like something inside you snaps, and you squirt all over Choso. You’d never done that before, and feel slightly embarrassed but Choso is loving it.
“Oh fuck, yeah cum all over me.” Choso feels himself ready to burst. His dick contracts, and oh my god, the feeling of cumming inside you was too much. “M’cumming inside you. Oh fuck I need you, fuck I love you, fuck please please don’t ever leave me.”
You milk him for every single drop that he’s got, and when he stops thrusting you wrap your arms around him, pulling his chest over your body, and kissing him sweetly. You’re both panting as you come down. When you’re finally coherent enough to speak, you cup his face in your hands.
“I won’t ever leave you,” you whisper. “I love you too.”
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Okay, but can you Aggre/ the cryptid boyfriends?
The boys are cryptids who live together for convenience's sake. Mc moves in with her three very normal, very Not Unusual roommates, who definitely are not at all strange or bizarre or dangerous.
Sans: A close friend of Mc's that used every trick in the book to slide into her life. He's good at studying people, good at mimicking acceptable behaviours- so good, in fact, that all of his slightly stranger qualities are passed off as just Sans being weird. One time he mistook a ketchup bottle for a drinking bottle, and downed the whole thing, but everyone just thought he was doing a bit so everyone just laughed. When he acts bizarre, it's simply Sans being Sans. The others could reveal they're cryptids and Mc would still think Sans was the odd one out.
He seems so normal, so funny. But he's been her cryptid for a long time, following her, absorbing her interests and tastes in partners to try and win her over. He's playing the long game- and it's working. He acts weird around her all the time and she's just accepted he's Like That. She's even somewhat honoured by the fact that he feels relaxed enough around her to be weird; he brings out the weirdness in her too. They're weird buddies.
He'd very casually tell her he can 'shapeshift'. But he'd be reluctant to show his true form- let alone reveal he's a cryptid.
Red: A serial flirt, popular and handsome, constantly out on the town. Unlike the other two, who need breaks every now and then, Red can hold a different form for days on end with only minor slip ups.
... Deep down, though, he's incredibly insecure about being a cryptid. He hates the way his cryptid body looks... the way it warps and frightens people, looking like he crawled right out of a nightmare, too much of some things and too little of others. 'Red' is his ideal body, a handsome badboy, the one who's surrounded by adoring humans. It's the only way he feels loveable.
He wants to be a person. He wants to be part of society, he wants to be loved like a human, that's why he constantly seeks out human flings and one night stands. To him, being in bed with someone signals that he's winning, and his act is convincing. He doesn't want Mc to ever know he's a cryptid, because in his eyes, nobody could ever love a thing like that.
Skull: He isn't good at acting like a person. He 'hides in his room' a lot, going out of his window at night to hunt and then returning to sleep through the day. At first, he just crushed on Mc from afar, silently following her around at night or peering through her window... but because of his feelings, because of her, he starts trying to be more humanoid.
He learns some words. He figures out how to eat human food. He practises 'smiling' in a mirror for hours, to make sure he doesn't look too frightening. And it can't be said that he isn't charming, a lot of his genuine struggles with acting like a person just come across as sweet-natured shyness or social anxiety. He pulls his hood over his face every time she smiles at him; a little because he's flustered, mostly because when he's flustered he loses control of his face and his features start shifting and melting in disturbing ways.
Mc likes him a lot. She's none the wiser that he's the reason she feels those chills running up her spine whenever she passes the woods.
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Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Drunken
Requested: yes
Prompt: "Can I get a oneshot where Oscar and the reader are roommates and Oscar confesses he's in love with her one night. You can end it however you want, I would just love some drama"
Warnings: drunk Oscar...bit of angst....and heartbreak
Oscar tumbled into the bathroom, a goofy grin on his face and a distinct wobble in his step. Y/n sighed,as she watched him nearly bang his head of the toilet seat. "Careful, Oscar." She said, holding him up by his hoodie. "Oscar, you're a mess." She chuckled, trying to keep her tone light as she helped him. "You're an angel." He loudly announced. "Okay, buddy. Just right into the toilet. Come on, here we-"
"But I love you so much," Oscar slurred, his eyes filled with affection as he attempted to grab her hand. Y/n chuckled, gently taking it in hers and running her fingers through his hair. "I love you too, but you're going to regret this tomorrow." Oscar pouted. "No regrets, just love." Y/n sighed, still with a fake smile on her lips. "Okay, let's just focus on getting sick now. Come on." Oscar waved his arms around. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Y/n. I don't know how I would have gotten here- wait no- I don't know. I just love you, okay?" She rolled her eyes. "Well, you're not the best thing that's happening to me right now. You're being a bit much"
"But I'm your bit much." He insisted with a goofy grin. "What does that even mean?" She asked. "It means you're stuck with me, baby! Whether you like it or not!" Y/n couldn't help but smile at his antics. "Yes, my 'bit much'. Do you need to get sick?" Oscar looked up. "I don't think I need to get sick." He slurred. "You don't need to throw up?" She asked, just making sure. "I don't need to throw up- I am a grown man!" Y/n giggled. "Alright. We'll head head bed." She smiled, helping her roommate up off the ground.
Oscar flopped onto the bed, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Stay with me?" Her heart felt like it jumped. "We live together? You'resure you want me to sleep in your bed again?" She asked, tucking him in. "Again? You've slept in my bed before?" Y/n nodded. "Nice one." Y/n burst out laughing. "You're such an idiot." Oscar looked up beaming. "Come here." He said, pulling her into bed with him and snuggling up to her. "You're everything." Y/n smiled and pecked his forehead. "For today, maybe." She mumbled, trying to stifle a laugh. "No, you'll always be everything to me." As Y/n settled in next to him, Oscar kept rambling on about how lucky he was to have her. Eventually, annoyance started to creep into Y/n's expression.
"Oscar, seriously, you need to sleep this off. We can talk about your undying love for me tomorrow when you're sober." He pouted again. "You don't want me to tell you how amazing you are?" Y/n rolled her eyes. "Look its great and all, but not when you never say this sober. We are roommates. Now, close your eyes and go to sleep." Oscar sighed dramatically, closing his eyes. "Fine, but only because you're so persuasive." As Y/n watched him drift off, she couldn't help but smile. Despite the annoyance, there was a sweetness to Oscar's drunken affection that she found endearing. She sighed, knowing that in the morning they wouldn't be this affectionate. She would still just be his roommate.
"Morning." Oscar groaned, stumbling into the kitchen as Y/n sat on the sofa watching TV. "Morning. How's the head?" She asked. "Not good. Very not good." She hid a laugh as she watched the TV. Shortly after, Oscar joined her with a pint of water and plopped down onto the couch. "I don't even wanna know what I did last night." Y/n looked over to him, slightly confused. "You were blackout drunk?" Oscar nodded. "The last thing I remember was the jägerbomb." Y/n turned back around to watch the TV. He didn't remember anything about what they said to eachother last night? Nothing at all? "Do you remember anything you did last night?" Y/n asked, slightly hopeful he did. Oscar pouted and shook his head. "Haven't a clue. I didn't do anything stupid did I?"
Y/n felt her heart strings being played. She smiled and shook her head helplessly. "Nothinf worth noting, no." Oscar chuckled lightly and lay back. "Good. Crisis averted." Y/n nodded and kept her attention on the TV, taking all the strength in her to keep her tears in. He always did this. He always became so loving when he was drunk and the when he was sober, he'd be the complete opposite. It made her feel horrible, like she was being used. It was horrible, this was horrible. "Yeah...crisis averted..."
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⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ “I still remember the moment we met, the touch that she planted, the garden she left. I guess the rain was just half that effect.” ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇
words count: 1.7k
“No need to imagine, cause’ I know it’s true. They say all good girls go to heaven, but bad girls bring heaven to you.”
warnings: 18+ minors dni, angst, grammar, f*buddy!abby, college!abby, sexual tension, some jealousy, idk i’m not good at this, smut.
part one, part two, next part.
Fuck this, fuck them, fuck her. You didn’t want to see Abby Anderson ever again, you didn’t want to talk about her or think about her either. It started with a basic conversation between two young women in the bathroom, comments, intrusive questions, then came the facts and revelations, the ugly truth.
“Idiot— So stupid.” you murmured as you went down the stairs. You needed some time to digest it, some space. Unfortunately, the universe didn’t seem to be on your side today. “Shit.”
“Hey, sweetheart!” Abby shouted as she stood in the hallway. Great timing, great, great, great. The blond’s enthusiasm died as you headed to your room without a word.
You weren’t surprised but frustrated as she followed you. Leave me alone, go away, fuck off. You looked down and sighed, you didn’t feel tough enough to confront her. “I don’t wanna talk to you, Abby.”
“Okay…” She responded with an uncertain tone. You felt small, naive and weak as an intense sadness stabbed your heart. “At least, tell me why or what happened to—” Abby’s gorgeous blue eyes widened as you kicked the door. “Hey— Stop.”
She seemed genuinely worried as you unlocked it, after the second try. She spinned you around by the wrist, asking questions, trying to understand what was going on with you.
“Did something happen or—”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” you managed to say after a few seconds, even though you were overwhelmed by your own emotions as they all fought together. “I feel so dumb, Abby— I thought things were different between us, I thought I was different and—” Don’t cry, don’t cry, not now. “But it’s not, because you fucked Nancy at this stupid party and then came to the library, flirted with me and decided it’d be fun to fuck me as well. You know what— You’re no better than the others, you’re nothing more than an asshole who pretends to be nice and to have morals so she doesn’t have to face any consequences.” Outch.
Abby didn’t say anything at first, shocked and confused. It was a nightmare, it couldn’t be real, you weren’t actually mad at her, right? She swallowed hard, your words and tone held so much disappointment and hatred, it fuckin’ hurt.
“I— I’m gonna be late for practice.” She turned around, ready to leave but at the last minute, decided to take another look at you. “I don't know what she told you, what you heard or whatever but I pulled away as soon as Nancy kissed me.” Abby said. “You’re the reason I went there in the first place. I came and left with only one thing in mind, you.”
You almost called the blond’s name as she walked away, almost. You shouldn’t have said that, any of it. You stood in the hallway and listened as Abby slammed the door hard on her way out, heart heavy and thoughts racing.
“Do you remember how you two first met?” Your roommate asked. She was looking at you from across the room, seated at her desk. “God— You were so angry.” She laughed.
Yes, unfortunately. It started back in autumn. You were in bed, complaining, groaning and turning around endlessly as music blasted from someone else’s room, once again.
“Where are you going? Hey— Trust me, it’s not worth it.” Your roommate had said to you. “They’ll stop eventually.” You didn’t listen and headed to the stranger’s room with determination.
You knocked once, twice, thrice, the music stopped. You looked around the hallway as you waited, ready to argue with whoever lived here. But as the stranger opened the door, you stepped back, captivated by the attractive blond woman standing right in front of you.
“Oh— Hey.” she said. “Can I help you?”
She looked really, really, too good. “Yes.” But, you couldn’t let the woman’s appearance distract you though, attractive or not: she was still annoying. “Shut down the music and let us get some fuckin’ sleep.”
She smiled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t think we’ve met before.” You sighed at the blond’s flirtatious tone. “I’m Abby.”
“And I’m exhausted.” She huffed, chuckled even as you stood there, frustrated by her reaction. “I’m serious, shut it down.”
Abby leaned towards you with a smirk. “Sure— Anything for you.” Then, she stepped back and shut the door in your face.
Your mouth dropped. “What the—” She had turned the music back on. “Fine.”
From then on, you annoyed each other on a daily basis. On some random monday night, she’d decide to play with your nerves by blasting music until one in the morning. On tuesday, you’d tell everyone she has chlamydia. An immature game you both secretly enjoyed at the time.
One evening, as you were coming back from a friend’s party, you saw a woman leaving Abby’s room, once again.
“Neighbour.” Abby nodded at you. “Nice dress.”
“Dickhead.” She chuckled softly as you stood in front of her, arms crossed and thighs pressed together, the blond’s eyes lingering over your bare legs. “Well— You must be exhausted after your fifth dick appointment of the day.” It sounded bitter, which made you regret it instantly, your stomach twisted in jealousy and embarrassment.
She hummed, amused. “Yeah...” Abby stretched exaggeratedly, then flexed her biceps as you rolled your eyes. “But don’t worry about it, I can ruin my sleep schedule and add a sixth one for you.”
“How thoughtful. I’m gonna have to decline the offer though. You see, I’d rather get some sleep than chlamydia.”
Abby frowned. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Why does everybody keep saying that? I don’t have chla—” You chuckled and looked away. “Oh, I see— You’re truly something else.” Abby said. “Now, there’s better ways to get my attention.”
“Right.” You snorted at the blond’s face. “My mission in life.”
Abby huffed and leaned towards you. “Okay— Listen to me, smart-ass. I’d fuck you so good, you’d see stars.” She hummed, looking down at your parted lips. “Yeah— I’m sure your pretty mouth would feel good on mine. You’d sound so sweet moaning and screaming my name, needy little brat.”
Your heart stopped, time stopped. You couldn’t think straight anymore. It was unexpected, bold and so hot. Flustered, you remained silent in shock as Abby looked at you attentively, trying to decode your features. The blond’s face was so close to yours, yet so far away.
“Admit it— You want me.”
“What, no— You want me.”
“I do.” Abby confessed. “And— I must be an actual masochist, because you’re a pain in the ass, sweetheart.”
You hummed, swallowed hard, your cheeks flushed, knees weak, panties soaked as she stared at you with such nasty, hungry eyes. Fuck, calm down.
To be honest, you didn’t want to deny the sexual tension between you two anymore. It was an unwanted attraction built on curiosity and frustration, heated conversations at midnight, arguments in class, flirty comments at lunch, short glanced at parties, unanswered questions as you both secretly wondered: What if? How would it feel? How would it be? Gentle, rough, passionate? So many possibilities, so many hidden feelings, so much desire.
Unfortunately, as much as you wanted to know, as much as your body ached for hers, you didn’t wanna be one of these women, the one who leaves the blond’s room in the early morning glow and hopes she’ll call them back soon, because she never does.
“I don’t wanna be your sixth dick appointment of the day.” You stepped back.
She sighed. “Well— Technically, it’s past midnight, which means you’d be the first one today.”
You chuckled and shook your head as she smiled. “Goodnight, Anderson.”
“Goodnight.”
You turned around to head back to your own room, emotionally wrecked by the blond’s last few words. Luckily, Abby didn’t want you to leave, wouldn’t let it happen, not so easily, not like that. You yelped as she grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into a kiss, your eyes widening, your body collapsing against hers.
“Fuck— I’m sorry.” Abby breathed. “I should’ve asked you first. I didn’t mean to— I thought we were— I don’t know.” She sounded so nervous, it surprised you. “Say something.”
Shit. A one-night stand couldn’t hurt, right? You needed to feed your curiosity somehow. “This is a one time thing.” you murmured, the blond dragging you into the dark room instantly as you responded.
Abby moaned softly as you pushed her against the nearest wall, your body overwhelmed by lust, the heat rushing down to your stomach as you kissed the blond passionately for the first time. Abby’s hands moved down to your ass, rough palms and thick fingers disappearing underneath your dress with eagerness.
“Shit—” you breathed in shock, the blond’s hands ripping apart your panties as she groaned against your neck, like an animal. “No, no— These were brand new— I fuckin’ hate you.”
You moaned and pulled at Abby’s braid, eyes closed and head falling backwards as she kissed your shoulder, then bit it. “Oh, Yeah— Do you wanna fight about it?”
“I do.” you whispered back.
Abby sat against the headboard as you lay between her thighs, your back pressed against her bare chest. She moved one hand down to your stomach and smiled as you whined in anticipation, eyes glancing at the blond’s hand approaching your inner thigh. Abby’s fingers moved across your clit teasing it, her mouth dropping as she sensed how wet you were for her.
“Please.” you murmured, frustrated. “Please—”
Abby’s second hand covered your mouth as she touched you, fingering you hard and fast, your moans and whines muffled, your own hands gripping on the woman’s veiny arms.
“Look at me.” Abby murmured with a serious tone. “Oh, fuck— You’re so pretty, so good for me.” You whined at her words, looking up at Abby with bright eyes, your mascara ruined by the sweat and tears. “See— I knew you’d love it."
“Abby— Fuck.” you cried between short breathes as the blond’s hand went from your mouth to your throat. “I’m— I’m—” She added pressure, smirking.
“That’s it, that’s it— Fuck, sweetheart— Come for me.”
Yes. You remember the quiet hallway, the rain, the sunrise as you headed out quietly, the shy glances and smiles you both shared at the door. Abby’s hands catching your waist, the blond’s lips capturing yours as she held you tight one last time, before letting you go.
Yes, you remembered it all too well.
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next part.
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson fic#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#abby tlou#abby x fem!reader#abby anderson lesbian#abby tlou2#abby x reader#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us part 2#abby anderson fanfiction#abby tlou fic#abby x you#fckbuddyabby#gay crisis#muscle mommy abby#the last of us fic#the last of us part two#tlou 2 abby#tlou fanfiction
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How about heart, friend, noise and/or coffee (or tea) for the word WIP thing.
Ee thank you! Was focused on getting the Roommates AU started but these are a lovely treat for another train day! 🧡
Tea - from Where the Hell is the Karma Ch5
“You told me to do this Roy,” Ruth groaned, leaning on Roy’s counter with a truly obscene amount of paperwork in front of her and a cup of tea balanced loosely in her hands. “I didn’t want to but you played my ego like a fiddle and here we are,” she rolled her eyes as Roy smirked.
“I wasn’t entirely lying. Jamie needs the best and you are the best,” Roy shrugged and then effortlessly dodged the football shaped stress ball that was launched at his head.
“You played me and you know it. I don’t know how to do half of this shit and, the worst part of it, I’ve got to deal with you fucking daily,” she grumbled.
“Wow, now that’s rude,” Roy grunted.
“I love you but I don’t right now. The reason I’m here is purely professional. We need to get Jamie’s weight up, like seriously we need to,” Ruth slipped effortlessly back into doctor mode.
Heart - from God Forbid You Leave Me (like everybody else did)
His heart was pounding and he didn’t know how to make it stop. The real crazy thing was that Jamie was actually considering it. Well maybe not going to live with Higgins or whatever, but getting out of town for a bit. Jamie didn’t need to be in Manchester for his rehab initially, the doctors were saying at least a month until any return to physical activity. A month on a Greek island? Sun, sand, alcohol, that was just what Jamie needed. So why wasn’t he able to choke out the words to tell Higgins thanks for the offer but nah mate.
Friend - from the untitled Jamie is good with kids fic
“Hey there little buddy,” a familiar prick like voice laughed, and Roy thought this situation couldn’t get any worse. Jamie stood leaning against the doorframe with his patented smirk etched onto his face.
“Piss off Tartt,” Roy growled, staring at the offending infant that was now gripping onto his trouser leg. It was staring up at him with those big Disney eyes and dopey smile.
“Woah there Kent, language in front of the little one,” Jamie laughed but stepped in and swooped the toddler off the floor and into his arms in one effortless motion. Roy, for a moment, panicked. Jamie Tartt holding a baby, what if he fucking dropped it. What if his phone rang or something and he got distracted and the demon got hurt. “I don’t think Royo here wants to be your friend kiddo,” Jamie laughed, poking the kid on the nose and earning a little giggle for his troubles. Roy froze. The kid seemed … happy? With Tartt?
Noise (actually noises) - from The Richmond Job Ch3
Ted startled as he climbed the stairs and moved to unlock the door to the flat. It was late and everyone had gone home to rest up and continue the investigation tomorrow. Beard and Rebecca were on Sam Watch and all the others should be in bed. So why was Ted hearing noises from inside. The door was unlocked, even though Ted knew that he locked it before he left but at least that allowed Ted to inch it open to get a better idea of what he was walking into. Deep down some part of him still had the initial response of “we should call the police” but that was quickly laughed out by the devil on his shoulder that instead offered the suggestion of “we should call Roy” which was far more reasonable.
#candle writes#ted lasso fanfic#jamie tartt#roy kent#leslie higgins#ted lasso#roy's sister#karma tag#leverage au#gfylm tag
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Inspired to share via this post/ask I’mma talk about the two times I encountered ghosts in my life to such a degree I cannot argue against them ^_^ (tagging @razzledazzleelderberry since you asked specifically).
Story one, cause it’s less scary and kind of endearing in my opinion. My mom’s house when I was younger was an older house for the area, one of the first built in the park.
I didn’t live there, I lived with my dad, but I stayed there often. And I would wake up to a little old lady at the end of my bed. Heavy set, modestly dressed, old grey hair up in a bun. She’d just
Stand there.
Something about her was really calming, enough that even the first time I saw her I didn’t jump out of bed or anything. She never said anything, but she’d just stay there and smile this sort of “it’s okay” kind of smile and I’d just go back to sleep.
I asked my mom about her and she looked at her partner at the time and was just like “I told you I wasn’t dreaming it!” And we talked about the old lady. Shook the hell out of mom’s S/O.
Second instance was really a lot of instances all revolves around my boyfriend, eventual husband, and quickly my ex - for reasons unrelated.
So my ex was haunted. I laughed it off when his bestie told me about it, but then the list of things started to pile up.
Someone was standing at the edge of my bed again but it wasn’t some little old lady. It was a 7’ tall shit brick house of a man in a duster and hat. I guess they dubbed him Gunther.
He wasn’t s threat - or he didn’t do anything scary. He’d just stand there. Unlike the old lady he didn’t exactly relax me back to sleep, but I saw him at least a dozen times over a year.
If I didn’t see him I’d have a recurring dream - a man with greasy teeth and waxy skin under a street light who would smile at me with a smile so wide his lips cracked. He wouldn’t do anything either, but I couldn’t like, walk away from him, aside from the one street light everything else was pitch black.
The ex and his buddy talked about him too - described him to me because I was mad at that point that they were fucking with me, and I wasn’t going to stand for it.
There are few things creepier than having someone describe a dream you had to you in exacting detail before you could tell them about it.
There was small stuff too. Creaking floors. Heavy boots on a floor no one was on. We had like five other roommates, everyone was freaked out after eight or so months.
The worst was waking up one day - awake enough to pet my cat and know I was awake, just to have a face scream at me from the wall.
I shrieked. I was completely alone, everyone was either at work or on a trip, and it was one of the rare times the ex was employed.
Shortly after that he and I got divorced (never should’ve gotten married honestly.) and he moved back in with his mom.
No more nothing. No recurring dream. No duster at the end of my bed, no boot steps or creaks and cracks. Not a fucking peep for the two months longer I was there before I moved.
A few months later (divorce takes a Long Time) he needs a lift to his moms. Has money, I’m not busy, sure whatever. I give him a ride to his home (he tries to convince me to give him another chance), my brakes go out.
I’m on back roads, so I’m coasting to one stop sign and the next. Gonna drop him off and limp it home (dad’s a car mechanic he’ll help me and he’s nearby).
This fucker gets out of my car and I leave and when I pull out of the driveway, my brakes work. Never have an issue with them again.
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Hey! So lately I've been thinking about Kyle x (fem) reader who is like really abusive but it's because her drinking problem and all her unhealthy relationships she's been in which Kyle finds out moments before he was about to break up with her because of her abusive behaviour and instead of breaking up he decided to try to help her somehow.
(Aged up ofc) A little fucked up idea but if you feel comfortable with writing something like that I would be grateful!
Addiction Kyle broflovski X Addicted! Reader
TW!! ALCOHOL ADDICTION
Kyle goes to confront (y/n), and finds out a terrible secret and the reason why she was so abusive.
1,100 words | afab reader | aged up characters | if you didn’t like it tell me what you didn’t like and I’ll change it for you! :)
IDK ABT THIS ONE GUYSSS I FEEL LIKE ITS RUSHED 😢
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This was it
Kyle was finally going to break up with (y/n). The bruises were too much, the insults were too much, and the excuses he would make when his roommates asked about how they were doing was too much.
He walked down the buildings hall, looking for her apt room, her roommate had moved out long ago, leaving her alone. Sadly, for him all that did was worsen the situation. He loved her, don’t get him wrong, but with every hit, insult, and bruise he found his love lowering and lowering until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
His fast-paced walking stopped when he finally got to her door. He anxiously bit his lip, let’s hope she doesn’t make this too hard. He knocked, surprisingly loudly, the knock echoed through the hallways, but there was no answer.
“Fuck” he muttered, reaching for his pocket where he had a spare that was for situations like these. He entered the key and twisted it in before opening the door. A faint fan could be heard over the door squeak and he looked around, she’s not in the living room.
“(Y/n)?!” He yelled out. He scanned the whole dorm, there was no sight of her. What he could see though was an open notebook on her bed. Now, Kyle wasn’t the one to snoop, but this one time curiosity took the best of him. He grabbed the notebook, running his fingers along the spine as he turned to read the contents.
It just keeps getting worse, I’ve tried and tried so many times. Kyle doesn’t deserve me, he doesn’t deserve this, but i need him. There’s times i don’t remember what i did, but i could feel it.
He tilted his head and flipped the page to the next one, nothing. He then turned it to the first ever page in the notebook.
December 20th, 2021
I recently tried alcohol, and it was euphoric. It felt like for once in my life, all my worries went away. I’m thinking about making this an all time thing
March 2nd, 2022
I don’t think I’ve been a week without alcohol since i first started. The hangovers suck, but it’s all worth it.
October 31, 2022
I met this guy named Kyle, he’s amazing and I’m hoping we can maybe become a thing? I’m so excited! Currently drinking in my dorm, with my buddy Bebe.
Dec 20, 2022
I’m starting to regret this alcohol thing, it’s been a year. I cant seem to go a day without it. Me and Kyle got together, he was sweet, but I’m worried about what will happen if i keep this up, so I’m going to stop.
January 1, 2023
I cant stop. It’s keeping me awake, i can’t sleep, i can’t live without it. I cant.
January 10, 2023
I hit Kyle. I hit him and i yelled at him. It’s a hazy memory, but i remember it. I cant tell him about my problem. I don’t know.. what am i going to do.
Suddenly the door slammed open. The rattling of hung photos could be heard all the way from the room. Kyle quickly shut the notebook and went to the closet, leaving a little peak in the door to see.
(Y/n) was seen stumbling, a red cup in her hand. She was giggling to herself, but then the giggling turned into crying out of nowhere. “FUCK!”
She punched the wall, upset about something. But Kyle wouldn’t let her hurt herself, not now that he knows. Kyle quickly stepped out of the closet, making his presence known.
"(Y/n)!" Kyle called out firmly, his voice cutting through the air. "Stop!"
Startled, (Y/n) turned towards Kyle, her eyes widening in surprise and anger. She held the red cup tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.
"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her voice filled with frustration.
"I came to talk to you, but I found your notebook instead," Kyle replied, holding it up slightly. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy, but what I read... it worries me, (Y/n)."
A mix of emotions crossed (Y/n)'s face—confusion, betrayal, and anger. She took a step forward, her hand trembling.
"You had no right to read that!" she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion. "Get out of here!"
Kyle stood his ground, concern etched on his face. "I'm sorry, (Y/n), but I had to know what was going on. I care about you, and I can't stand by while you're hurting yourself and our relationship."
With a sudden surge of anger, (Y/n) raised her hand, preparing to strike Kyle. But before she could make contact, he swiftly caught her hand mid-air, his grip firm yet gentle.
"No!" Kyle said firmly, his voice laced with determination. "I won't let you hurt yourself or anyone else. We need to talk about this, (Y/n)."
(Y/n) struggled against his grip, her anger momentarily replaced by shock. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slumped, her defiance fading away as a wave of sorrow washed over her.
"Why... why are you still here?" she sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. "After everything, why won't you just leave?! You don’t deserve this.”
Kyle's expression softened, and he released his grip on (Y/n)'s hand. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to sob. The anger had dissipated, replaced by a deep sorrow that tore at his heart.
"Because I love you, (Y/n)," he whispered, his voice full of compassion. "I won't abandon you, even when it's difficult. We need to face this together, no matter how hard it may be."
As Kyle held her, (Y/n) collapsed into his embrace, her sobs becoming more subdued. She clung to him, seeking solace and finding a glimmer of hope amidst the pain.
Kyle held (Y/n) tightly, providing a comforting presence in that moment of vulnerability. He gently stroked her hair, offering silent support as they stood in the middle of the room. The weight of their struggles, the bruises and insults, the addiction that had taken hold—it all hung heavy in the air.
"I'm so sorry, Kyle," (Y/n) finally managed to say between her sobs. "I never wanted it to be like this. I never wanted to hurt you."
Kyle continued to hold her, his voice filled with empathy. "I know you didn't, (Y/n). Addiction is a powerful force, and it changes people. But we can't let it define our relationship. We have to fight it together."
(Y/n) looked up at Kyle, her tear-streaked face showing a mix of gratitude and despair. "I've tried so many times to stop, but I can't do it alone. I need help."
"And you'll have it," Kyle assured her, determination evident in his voice. "We'll find the support you need, whether it's therapy, rehab, or whatever it takes. We'll face this battle together, (Y/n), and come out stronger on the other side."
In that moment, amidst the pain and uncertainty, they found solace in each other's embrace.
#south park#southpark reader#x reader#female reader#kyle broflovski#south park oneshots#afab reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle brovlofski#Kyle#kyle x reader#addiction#alcohol#dead dove do not eat#sp kyle#Kyle broflovski oneshot
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I just finished Earthspark and OH MY GOSHGFHHBBNNHH. I loved it. I require more. Give me my precious content, or there will be problems.
My honest review of Earthspark.
~~~~~~~~~~~SPOILERS~~~~~~~~~~
Things I loved:
Steve Blum.
Megatron calling Twitch ‘Little Bird’ absolutely melted my heart because, next to him, she is sooooooo tiny! It’s adorable.
Buddy McSnarly. Buddy envisions everything I aim for in life.
Dot and Megatron’s dynamic was beautiful. They were so cool together. I love the fact that even though Dot is a human he laughs with her and treats her like a friend. If I don’t get a whole lot more of them in the next season there will be problems.
The fact that they only draw attention to Dot’s prosthetic once and it’s when she’s telling the bad guy that she was harmed by the war too, is awesome. It shows her not letting it get in the way of her day-to-day life. She fights giant alien robots like a badass. We need more characters like her in modern media, people with disabilities that have normal lives. I love the way she was portrayed.
Swindle was awesome. I loved tfa swindle and I think tfe Swindle is my second favorite portrayal of him.
Twitch’s swords were awesome.
Nightshade. REPRESENTATION BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. FUCK. YEAH. I have wanted a non-binary transformer since I first got into transformers and my wish was finally granted. I love Nightshade and they better have an important roll or I will throw hands.
The fact that Megatron seemed to have better morals then Optimus, intrigued me.
Steve Blum. (part 2: electric boogaloo)
Lazerbeak was adorable and I want to hug him.
Soundwave looked awesome. (Flat Fuck Friday)
The main cast of humans wasn’t just white with a black person thrown in so they could say they have a diverse cast.
Hashtag calling herself Sparkplug and then saying they want revenge on Skywarp because and i quote: “We used to be roommates (insert picture of Hashtag and Skywarp on a bunk bed) in the bad guy academy (insert picture of them staring into each other’s eyes blushing and holding each other.) The fact that Skywarp uses she/her pronouns makes this even better because it means: Imaginary Lesbian Relationship.
Episode III: Return of the Blum
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Things I disliked:
The fact that the smoke and fire were 2d while everything else was 3d bugged me immensely.
Mo’s head and eyes seemed like they were twice as big as everyone else’s was kinda weird but that’s probably just me nitpicking.
Starscream showed up for less than 10 seconds. For 5 seconds he was just a silhouette and it lit him up, he did and evil laugh and then the episode was over. W H Y. WHY MUST THEY TORTURE US WITH FALSE HOPE. I NEED STARSCREAM CONTENT. AHHHHHHHH- (in all seriousness I can’t wait for more Steve Blum as Starscream. He did an amazing job in tfp and I can’t wait to see what he does now.)
All-in-all Earthspark was awesome and I can’t wait for more content.
#earthspark#earthspark spoilers#tfe#tfe spoilers#Steve Blum#megatron#starscream#soundwave#dot malto#Buddy McSnarly#Swindle#nightshade#lazerbeak#skywarp
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Discovered a Griddlehark college AU that I started last year. I have no memory of writing this and probably won’t finish it, but I thought it was funny
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All things considered, Gideon is having a pretty good day until It happens.
She arrives at the school just two hours after her projected arrival time, which she takes as a complete win. She unpacks in record time, which basically just means she puts away the few articles of clothing she owns, stows her fencing gear in the closet, and artfully places a dirty magazine on the bed across the room from hers.
She does this as both an extension of friendship and a challenge.
She’s been imagining what her roommate might be like, and she has some hopes: first, that they like working out. It’s not that she can only be friends with gym rats, but she’s in serious need of a gym buddy and it would be so convenient if her roommate was too.
Second, they needed to have a sense of humor. Gideon had what a teacher had once lovingly referred to as a “disgusting excuse for a crude sense of humor”, and she simply could not entertain the idea of living with a dullard. (RIP Mr. Crux. As far as she knew, he wasn’t dead, but he was old as balls and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was a zombie or something.)
And third, and most importantly, they had to like tits.
This one did not need explanation.
So when the door opened and her roommate walked in, it was with a hopeful “hey, stranger,” and a smile that Gideon turned towards the door.
And then her life was ruined.
“No,” was all Harrowhark Nonagesimus said, which pretty much summed up Gideon’s feelings. She sighed. “Harrow, what are you doing here? Missed me so much that you followed me all the way to college? I’d say that’s cute, but since it’s you it’s more creepy.”
“No,” Harrow repeated again, and swiftly turned and left.
Okay, so that was…strange. She should probably follow Harrow and ask her what the hell she was doing at Gideon’s school, but she was so hopeful that maybe it was just a stress induced hallucination that she let it go.
Unfortunately, Harrow returned ten minutes later, positively fuming. Without saying a word to Gideon, she hauled a medium sized bag into the room, slammed the door, and plopped face first on the other bed.
“Griddle, get this third rate smut off of my bed,” she said icily.
“Aw, come on Harrow, you know you love the-did you just say your bed?”
In response, Harrow cracked an eye open to glare at Gideon. “God,” she said forlornly, and then plopped her face back down.
“No, actually, I’m Gideon. But I know you’ve always worshiped me, babe.”
“Can you shut the fuck up for maybe two seconds?”
“Can you maybe get the fuck out of my room?”
Harrow sighed in the deep, dramatic way only Harrowhark could. “Unfortunately,” she muttered into the bedsheet, “this is my room as well.”
Gideon blinked. She blinked again. “I’d ask you if that was a joke, but you have a truly shitty sense of humor.”
Harrow groaned. “Why me?” she said to the ceiling. “I do everything right. I’m a good person-” Gideon snorted at this “-and I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”
“What do you mean this is your room too,” Gideon said slowly.
“I mean,” Harrow intoned, “that I was assigned this room, just like you were assigned this room, and the dean has informed me that no, there are no other available rooms and nobody else wants to switch, which means I am stuck with you for a miserable year.”
“No, no, no, no,” Gideon said, shaking her head quickly. “This can’t be happening. You’re supposed to go to college and shed your childhood, not have it sucking on your elbow like a leech, what the fuck?”
“Why Griddle,” Harrow said, now scrolling through her phone, “that was almost a coherent simile.”
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This was my whole weekend.
Stella Delgado inherited a very scrumbled together home from her grandmother (who she was named after), but she found the idea of living in a big, old, and definitely haunted house daunting. This led her to posting an ad for “occult only” roommates. So, now she’s a landlord....but she’s not like a *regular* landlord. She’s a *cool* landlord.
Characters under the cut!
Landlady of the house, and prone to mothering everyone around her. She’s really hoping that she can make some friends; So she can hide in their beds when the ghosts come out.
-On her third rewatch of 2 Broke Girls
- Favorite song is “Hollaback Girls” by Gwen Stefani
- Describes herself as “whimsical”
-Regularly sets the kitchen on fire.
Booker recently decided to come out which lead to him divorcing his wife of 78 years. He’s finally ready to start living his best undead life.
-Blood isn’t the only thing he sucks (hey-o)
-Refuses to text
-HIs guilty pleasure is historical romance novels.
(While making this sim I ended up doing a lot of research into the importance of names for Black people especially before and after emancipation. Here’s some links if you’re curious. here, here, and here. The first link is to a website by a woman named Robyn called Reclaiming Kin. She works to find the genealogy of Black Americans and teaches you how to do it yourself!)
One day Leilani decided she needed to explore the world. She left the island she had called home all her life and decided seeing snow was first on her bucket list.
-Accidently started a cult in college
-Her best friend is a dolphin
-Hates sushi
-Amazing singer
Left his last pack due to “irreconcilable differences”. He’s now looking for new gym buddies and a new wolf pack.
-The full moon is the only time he doesn’t track his macros.
-Owns one pair of pants
-His favorite movie is The Hangover.
They came to Earth to immerse themself in nerd culture and to live the human experience. One morning everyone woke up to find that they had moved into the last available bedroom in the middle of the night. They haven’t paid rent yet and Stella isn’t sure how to confront them about it.
-Afraid of human women
-Refuses to get a drivers license
-Naps three hours a day
Welcome to.....
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One of these days, I’ll tell the story about how my roommates and I did a more thorough job investigating another roommate’s disappearance that got me on the NCIS watch list, but today is not that day.
Instead, today is the day when I am reminded that some Navy buddies truly were ‘ride or die’.
There were three of us - me, Jackie, and Natalie - who were older than most recruits in the barracks by several years. I was the baby of the bunch, Natalie was the oldest, and Jackie was in between, which meant that we hung out more often than most because we didn’t have to worry about stupid teenagers dragging us into their bullshit. We were thick as thieves at one point, but life happens, the Navy separated us, and we wound up on opposite ends of the country, only really talking through the occasional Facebook posts - for the last eight years.
This past Monday, I got an out of the blue text from Natalie saying she was in, of all fucked up places, Harrison, Arkansas. You might not know the name, but I bet you know the pictures - huge billboards on the highway say things like this:
Natalie is not white. She is not even passably white-ish. Last I knew, she was a minister in California somewhere near Bakersfield with her husband. I have no idea what possessed her to not only go to this town, but to stop there and take up residency.
Anyway - she sends me a text asking me to go out to Satan’s asshole Arkansas for a week on her dime, and “take pictures of her bruises” so that “if/when I die, it will not cause an uproar in this town with beautiful people I have come to love” and then proceeds to send me a bunch of pictures of her that make it look like she was in a motorcycle accident - bruises everywhere, bandages and bandaides, a hospital bracelet, and what looks like where an IV was placed and tells me “pictures of my body after being dragged through the street and and up and down hospital hallways.”
At this point, I’m lowkey freaking out because it sounds like she was assaulted in the street and wound up at the hospital for her injuries from a racially motivated attack and now she’s trying to down play the severity of it so I don’t end up rolling into town like fucking Sherman rolled into Atlanta, but she’s not answering any direct questions about what happened. She says she’s going to bed, she gives me her phone number, and tells me good night (it was past midnight where I live). I tell her I don’t have any time to be able to come down because I just started a new job, but she was more than welcome to get the hell out of dodge and come to my house.
I try to call in the morning, afternoon, and evening, and her number goes straight to voicemail. I give her my two numbers and tell her to call me. She doesn’t. Monday night, she sends a text saying that I won, she’d come to see me, couldn’t wait to bring a second income to my family which was now her family (which is also weird because last I knew, she had a family of 8-9 siblings that were all super close) and she would be leaving expressly - but she needed a new phone and a new credit card because "I'm not taking any chances with folks who ACT like they support the Vets but really do not....” . SO now I’m freaking out that she’s being actively PERSUED by the people who assaulted her, and I try calling six-ish more times and never get a reponse from her, and now I’m thinking she’s dead in a ditch in Arkansas killed by a fucking lynchmob and I have to go fucking torch this place, but I text Jackie instead, asking if she’s heard from Natalie lately, and give her the whole lowdown.
Summed up:
Jackie: I’M ON IT.
She proceeds to call the local hospitals asking if they have a patient with Natalie’s name, but gets nothing. And we’re trying to remember what the hell Natalie’s last name is because she was married, and she’s using her middle name to go by, and I finally back track a conversation from YEARS ago, find it, and again start calling the hospitals. Then we try the police. They admit that they have a record of someone with her name, but it’s not recent. Jackie is very diplomatic and says that we’re worried about our friend, could someone do a welfare check, and the police hedge and say that the address isn’t really anywhere they can do a welfare check.
I scan back through Natalie’s texts, and I get the sudden impression Natalie is living out of her van (which isn’t actually all that weird, her mother used to travel between all the kids and grandkids like that), but she’s quite possibly actually homeless.
So then we start back tracking through her Facebook profile, texting every one of her friends, Jackie working top down, and me from the bottom up. Jackie gets a hit with one of them, a woman who says she’s Natalie’s best friend. So we send her the texts and pictures Natalie sent me, and her only reaction is: “I think she’s not feeling well again.”
The assault Natalie was describing was her fighting with the fucking hospital that she was being checked into for a mental health crisis. This is apparently a semi regular occurence, or at least, a repeat issue, because it’s happened more than once. Her husband either left or she left him because of it, at least four years ago. Nobody knows how the fuck she settled on Harrison, AR, of all places, but we can’t reach her on her phone because they confiscate your phone when you’re checked in by the police. The last time anyone spoke directly with her is the 9th of July, and that’s it. It turns out her family had no idea where she was, but had been trying to contact her with no response, but Detective JACKIE for the win managed to track down her apartment and got the manager to send someone to do a welfare check to see if she was even still living there. Currently waiting on a response.
SO THAT’S BEEN FUN. HOW WAS EVERYONE ELSE’S WEEK?!
#weirdly reassuring to think she's in the mental ward#because I'd rather her be schizophrenic than DEAD#BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE EVEN DOING THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!#And I don't mean the hospital#I mean RACIST AS FUCK MIDDLE AMERICA
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Lantern, cinnamon & maize?
(Sorry that I can’t include the questions, I’m on mobile!)
thank you for the ask my darling I hope you're feeling wellll or at least cozy
lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?
So I met my bestie on the first day of university. We lived in the same dorm. I was super nervous and super keen. Some upperclassman boy had invited me to a party when I was somewhere on campus earlier in the day, and I was sort of holding that in my eager little freshman hands. She was gorgeous, still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in real life, and was already surrounded by a bunch of girls and I sort of awkwardly went up and joined them and told them about the party. Her roommate buddied up to me in a weirdly aggressive way, and they had a big double so us and a bunch of girls were getting ready in theirs that night. I remember she pulled me down on her bed and started doing my eyeshadow, rolling her eyes whenever one of the other girls said something.
I thought she was the coolest, most beautiful, funniest girl I'd ever met (I was right). Within two days we were best friends. She told me when I moved into her room six months later (the roommate was genuinely bizarre) that she had been overwhelmed by my sweetness, and she thought I'd either make her a better person or would reveal myself to be a psychopath which would be really good fun. Both happened.
cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?
Look there is the obvious caveat that obviously everything was so much worse for so many people, but if I had to, I would say: My grandparents seemed to have a hell of a time fucking around (and we are now finding out), so maybe when they were younger, or maybe 1920s in New York because if you're going self-destruction you might as well do it sipping champagne from a tea cup dripping in pearls.
maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.
This is a longer story than you need BUT: I spent the summer in Florence when I was 17. My girlfriends and I went to Siena for the day, and it was just sort of a bizarre day overall. There was some festival day happening I think and it was so hilly and so hot. I remember being in this insane shop that smelled of leather even though it didn't sell leather, and one of my friends wouldn't shut up about the cameos because her grandmother had one and had given it to her sister and it was this whole thing, and it was so hot and the leather smell was making me dizzy so I stepped outside to get some fresh air, and this man, totally unassuming looking, probably mid 60s/early 70s, was right there as I was leaving and I nearly bumped into him so I said mi scusi signore and he said in English something like 'it's dangerous to smile like that when you don't believe it'. Which like, sounds made up but I swear to god it was so jarring. Two weeks later my older brother was visiting with my mom and I was smiling at something one of them said but my heart wasn't in it because my dad was supposed to be there and he wasn't yet, and I turned away and this young guy thought I was smiling at him and I wasn't, and he started following me and then tried to grab me and my older brother lost it and they got in a fist fight, so yeah that older guy was right and like probably a deity of some kind.
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omg after hours because this is so safe and i NEED opinions. so at the beginning of my relationship (3y) i was very open w my bf about what i wanted in bed (we were like … originally heading in a fuck buddy relationship that was very quickly exclusive and became bf/gf LMAO) so i feel like now we have gotten into such a groove of things that like we aren’t diving into trying sooooo many things we’ve discussed doing. idk if that’s too generic but basically im a lil freak and he’s said a pleaser who’s willing to try anything for me but we just haven’t gotten around to it (for reference, i live at home and he has roommates. so usually im at his but there’s ppl home n thin walls </3). so anyways my idea was to make like a sex bucket list journal thing where i write out everything i wanna try (in detail bc she’s a writer n whore for smut) and gift it to him… what do we think? LOL i’m totally happy with our relationship i just need him to dom it up a bit more and i feel like he’d do it if he truly understood what i wanted and we like did our best given the circumstances of us being able to fuck; like we can time it out with more effort i think? i guess advice on how to spice things up or thoughts in general would be appreciated 🫶🌛
AHHH HI CUTIE! ok answering under the cut :))
totally understand this!!! I think it's a point that a lot of long-term couples end up in, where you're just in a comfortable place with your sex life and you know what your partner likes (vice versa) and you're not trying as many new things out!
I think the sex bucket list thing is a really fun idea!! you know your relationship and partner best but I do wonder if instead of filling it out on your own and gifting it to him, it's something you can fill out together? so you're exploring both sides of what each of you'd like to try out? again I'm not sure what your partner is like, but I wouldn't want him to feel overwhelmed in any way if you gave him a list full of things to try out and he's like ?!?!?!! HAHA you know??? but if he's not easily overwhelmed or anything like that, it could be a good way to approach it anyway!!!!!
I think regardless open communication is always the answer to this type of thing! explaining that you're 100% happy with him but you just want to try out new kinks and feel fully satisfied with your sex life and it requiring more effort on both of your sides, too! like it's not just him, but you want to put more effort into it all as well.
I hope this helps!!! good luck! have fun!
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