#im taking sleeping gummies tonight

[reginamillls]

I had to remind myself so I'm reminding all of you

take care of yourself

drink water, eat some food

if you have the energy, treat yourself to something that brings you some happiness

and try and get a good night's rest

[starlit-mansion]

It honestly is so frustrating when im depressed and it's not because of pms(/possibly pmdd). Have to address this one, lads

[natjennie]

i have to take two huge fuck off pills after I just gagged for like 5 miuntes on my own snot. im living in hell.

[emmyrosee]

You’ve been sneaking into Kenma’s room for years.

It started when you were very young, having left your gameboy at Kenma’s house after a few rounds of Mario. You managed to toss a few rocks at his window, and once he silently unlocked the door and let you in, you quickly scurried back out hours later with a grateful smile.

Then, you started to sneak through his window. Seeing the flashes of lights at god knows what hours was something you knew meant he was awake, and you’d climb out from your sheets and crossed the street to his place. Again, you’d throw rocks at his window, and when he’d tried to go open the door, he hadn’t expected you scale up the large tree just a few feet away.

Tonight was no different; he’s tapping away wildly on his console while you scurry up the tree in your slippers, smooshing your face against the glass when he finally sees you and opens the window.

You’d finally tumbled in, and he gave you a tired sigh, “you’re annoying.”

“And you’re still playing. I wanted to watch you play.”

“You could’ve just texted me. You left marks on my glass.”

“I needed the exercise. What time do you need me out of here?”

“Kuroo drags me by the ankle out of here by 06:30. Be out beforehand.”

You smirk and nudge his shoulder with yours, causing him to send you a glare before sitting back down on the floor. “Sleep on the bed, help yourself to pajamas.”

“You like him, kenma,” you tease. You see him tense up before he shakes his head.

“No,” he says simply. “I don’t. Not like that anyways.”

“Just not used to you having other friends besides me,” you hum. He huffs in annoyance.

“Are you gonna watch, or do I have to kick you out of my room?”

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll behave. Only because I hate climbing your tree.”

Kenma doesn’t like Kuroo. Honest! He thinks he’s cute, sure, gets why the girls like him and boys follow him around, he’s fine enough on a scale of emotional and physical attraction.

But Kuroo’s not the one Kenma’s eyes stay focused on. It’s you.

You’re funny, he likes the way you eat foods that you don’t like first, before diving into the favorites after to savor them. You’re cute, and you’re bad at the differences between contexts of words, and you have a little eye twitch that bestows you in a moment of quick thoughtfulness.

You don’t ask him why he’s up so late, you ask him the answers to homework and give him gummy worms as a thank you. You never overstay a welcome, always either leaving before the sun comes up, or staying quiet while you sleep on the bed.

He likes the way your eyes shine when you’re excited, the roll of your eyes when he tells you “no” when you want the answer to be “yes”, the little snickers that slip out at Kuroo’s expense at Kenma’s quick thinking.

“Kenma?”

“Im busy.”

“I want to cuddle.”

The way you want physical touch when you’re tired.

Yeah. As your best friend, he really is bias to that one.

With a groan, he pauses and saves his game under slot 3, shuts down the console before crawling up and into his bed next to you, the cold sheets shooting his nerves until they warm under your shared warmth. You bury your nose in his collar and he takes out his phone for you both to watch tiktok.

“Kenma?”

“Go to sleep.”

“When you marry Kuroo, can I be the ring bearer?”

“If i marry Kuroo, I want you far, far from my ceremony.”

He practically hears you pout, “you’re no fun.”

“I sure am not.”

For someone who has no fun, not one fun bone in his body, he’s amazed at how comfortable you are in his grip and he in yours, fingers fisting his nightshirt until his own eyes grow heavy.

And if Kuroo walked in just a few hours later at 06:30, only to see his best friend cuddling with someone he loves most, he didn’t say anything and closed the door softly behind him.

[mikgreo]

denji’s prized possession!!

nsfw, minors dni.

a/n: thinking about how cute and submissive denji would be!! always ready to get a taste of his prized possession. this man will get on his knees anywhere, everywhere, always, no matter what.🧡

warning: exploiting, cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, denji cums on your stomach and licks it off, also rubs his cum on your pussy, panty stealing.

“babyyy..~” denji whispered into your ear.

“no, go to bed denji.” you said trying to free yourself from his hold.

you two were at his apartment. you were too tired to walk back home, afterall the mission you both got sent over too had taken almost the whole day. you decided to stay with denji, praying all he would do was cuddle and go to bed.

“pleasee. can’t wait til mornin’ pretty.” he was whining in your ear. so annoying, but cute. you thought.

denji had been begging you for almost 20 minutes to let him eat you out. you, of course being too tired, kept denying his request. you didnt wanna go through the trouble of getting up and taking your clothes off and all of that.

“denji, im too tired baby. i cant even get up im so sore. i promise tomorrow, when i can actually get up.” you said, attempting to turn around so you wouldn’t have to little spoon anymore.

“so if i did it while you were asleep you wouldn’t mind?” denji said while kissing your shoulder.

“mmm nope. its better than doing all the work, i would be fine with it.” you laughed jokingly, knowing he would do it, but it never crossed your mind he would, right now, today, tonight.

denji didnt say anymore, so you took it as an invitation to let your eyes rest and get some long, well deserved, sleep.

denji’s pov!

sooo hungry. i cant wait til tomorrow mornin’.

he freed his hold on you waist and slid down the bed, onto the ground, pulling you by your legs to get closer, earning a grunt from you.

he didnt think much of this. he knew you were a deep sleeper, so he had no fear moving you as he pleased.

he tilted your body to the right and raised your legs up, spreading just enough.

he stopped.

would you be okay with this? is this rape? surely not. i hope not, itll be ok. something about this excited him, he knew you would never be really upset with him. it turned him on, seeing you when your the most vulnerable, taking advantage of your body.

he smiled to himself knowing everything was probably okay.

he pulled down your shorts. leaving your underwear on.

he stuffed his face in your cunt, deeply inhaling your smell. he licked your clit through the fabric.

he unconsciously began to rub against the foundation of the mattress. he tried to find the position where he could get the most friction in his sweatpants.

denji grabbed your panties and pulled them up, watching them go up your almost soaked cunt, sinking into the lips of your pussy.

he buried his face once again in your pussy, lapping up all your juices eating you like a hungry dog.

he pulled your panties off, getting a better view of your pussy, sinking in a finger inside your tight hole.

he curved his finger up and down inside taking his time feeling around and exploring your gummy walls, he pulled out and licked it off clean. moaning at the taste.

he pushed his finger back in while flicking his tongue on your clit, occasionally sucking it and rubbing it with his free hand.

at this point denji’s face was a mess covered in your juices. he was a moaning mess, his pants earning a wet spot the more the rubbed against the base of the bed, he had came atleast twice.

he stuck his hand down his pants wetting his fingers with his own slick, taking it up and spreading it inside your pussy, as lube. but also because he found it hot to taste himself on your pretty pussy <3

denji lost track of time, your body had came around 3 times now, he knew if he kept going your body would eventually squirt “or somethin’ ” (his words) and you would wake up.

he found it exciting not wanting to be caught. it turned him on.

he decided to finish himself off by hovering over you relieving himself all over your tummy.

as he finished getting every last drop out his red puffy tip, he licked it off your stomach, licking it clean.

he picked up your shorts and put them back on, but leaving your panties bunched up inside his pockets.

he layed back down in the same position he was in about an hour ago, and took your panties out his pocket.

he spun them around and the air before sniffing them again.

he put them infront of you.

“see that y/n? i wonder who these belong to ♡” he giggled, “they’re my prized possession, along with your pretty soaking pink pussy.”

im soooo sorry if this was something weird to write!!:(

ive personally imagined myself in this scenario amd would fimd it super hot if my partner did this, but thats me.

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 31

starring: james mcavoy x male reader

request: James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

warnings: smut, cursing, slightly rough sex, cumming untouched, pervy james, sweat kink, unprotected sex, creampie, ass eating, cum eating, slight muscle worship

directors note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN i hope you get a lot of candy or pass out a lot of candy and you better watch some scary movies tonight 🎃👻🍬🦇💀🧡

it's not that you hated james, it's just that he really just wasn't your kind of guy, when he came around he would always get you in a head look and mess up your hair or just 'jokingly' bully you and your dad never said anything to him about it, he just told you that's how james plays.

now he had to stay at your house for the whole summer after something happend with his house, i think it was something about he has renovations going on at his house, him staying in the guest room wasn't any better seeing as it was right next to your room and the walls were pretty thin so you would have to be extra quiet sometimes.

but god you had to admit when he was here he was so sexy, especially when he offered to mow the lawn and he was outside shirtless pushing the mower, sweat dripping down his muscles and abs looking like a greek god, when he came back inside you tried your hardest to hide the boner in your pants but it was kinda hard (pun intended) since it was painfully up right.

you thought james didn't see it until later that night when you thought everyone else in the house was asleep and came out of your room, accidentally bumping into a james who just got out of the shower, his arm subconsciously finding your waist out of pure instinct "oh shit sorry" you go to push off him but your hands couldn't move, to stuck feeling his chest and pecs.

seeing your infatuation with his body he picks you up by your thighs and take you back to your room "your dad's sleep right" he smirks above you pulling at the hem of your shorts "mhm" you nod and he takes the rest of your clothes off along with his towel revealing his girthy cock to you, whimpering at the sight of it making him even more eager to fuck you.

your legs instantly wrap around his waist "you want this cock bad huh" he chuckles and you nod up at him, his shoves his fingers into your mouth, wiping all around it before pulling the soaking things back out and bringing them to your hole, shoving one in then two then three and working them in and out of your to open you up nice and well for him before pulling them back out.

he looks down at you as he pushes his full length into you, your eyes widening in shock at the thickness of his dick, you were pretty shocked to think you were fucking your dads bestfriend but if it meant getting fuked by such a good cock you could give less than two fucks about it being wrong.

his hips start to snap into your ass, his tip hitting your gummy wall again and again, it was a little painful but it felt so good to stop, all you could do was let out little moan, small enough to be heard but not loud enough for your dad to hear and come see what the ruckus was "i saw that boner in your pants earlier today, such a pervy little guy" he taunts you as if he wasn't in his bestfriends sons ass right now.

"shut up please and just fuck me" you whine tightening you grip on his arms as he went harder into you "mmm fuck im cumming" you moan spurting your load all over your chest, head dropping back into the pillow a little dazed as james kept going "cumming without even jerking off? how much more of a perv could you be" he smiles and leans down to kiss you, his tongue maneuvering into your mouth and exploring it, his slightly sweaty scent was filling the room faster and faster with the mix of heat between you two.

your legs starting to go weak around his waist but still strong enough to keep him in you as he came, cum shooting up your ass as he bit back loud groans, pulling out of your messy hole he immediately went down to your ass and licked at it "push it out" he demands and you do so, pushing the load out your hole which he catches on his tongue and slurps up.

beginning to eat you out to get the rest of it, cleaning you up a little more around the hole before standing up "i take it this is gonna be a regular thing" you asks catching your breath "come to my room when your dad falls asleep and it will be" he responds putting the towel back on and walking out.

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[sinbiis]

i gave you life, and you took his face

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝  new!dad!xavier x new!mom!reader

⟢ synopsis : after nine months of anticipation, you’re left wondering how your newborn came into the world with one thing that looks so familiar—your husband’s features. with every smile, every giggle, every tiny gesture, it’s clear: this little one is the spitting image of xavier. you’re not upset, no… it’s not like you didn’t carry him for nine months. he should have gotten at least one thing from you!

⟢ a/n : okay, hear me out on this. i always see stories of lads with their babies but it’s like, 9/10 times a little girl. don’t get me wrong, xavier would make a WONDERFUL girl dad (they all would i’ll demonstrate-), but i think xavier would 100% love his little boy with his whole being. he’s gonna teach him to love his mama and when they take incredibly long naps its concerning cause they don’t move??? so… :) also, i am currently in the process of creating a Masterlist, but I wanted to wait until i make like, 5 posts?? idk :) im a college student so we’ll see if that ever happens

⟢ warnings : contains so much fluff that you’ll sleep wonderfully tonight, some swears

⟢  w.c : 1.2k

©sinbiis, likes and reblogs are appreciated

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Today was the day.

Yet, despite careful planning weeks in advance of today’s date, you were nervous. 

You were currently resting at your and Xavier’s shared apartment, after some discussion, you both agreed it'd be best to move into yours. Not only was it closer to the ground floor, but Xavier also insisted after he remembered a certain baker was living next door now. With your swollen belly, pretty ring adorning your left hand, and now living together, he finally felt at ease. But as you sat comfortably on your brand new couch, which Xavier insisted on buying for your comfort (as he thinks no chair/couch is uncomfortable), you felt a sudden craving for some gummy bears. As you waddled into the kitchen, you opened your little cupboard above the sink and began rummaging through various other snacks. Your husband was a very doting man; any snack you could ever want and it’d be in the palm of your hands within minutes. 

But not the gummy bears, since they were out of your reach. 

Just as you were about to place your hand on the counter for a small boost, you felt something warm and wet dripping down your legs and a sudden stinging sensation. It's not too painful, but enough to make you immobilized in the kitchen. Whether lucky or not, the bathroom door opened just in time. Xavier appeared from the bathroom after a quick shower - a towel wrapped around his waist while another wrapped around his shoulders. “X-Xavier! I-, hahhh fuck,” you groaned, hand reaching out to grasp at the air as the other lay on your belly. “T-Think it’s time!” And you swear you’ve never seen Xavier move so fast. His form couldn’t be seen, only a trail of light that followed his movements. He was quick to grab your to-go bag, pillows, your slippers, anything that would make you comfortable on the way to the hospital and while you were at the hospital. 

Just as he reached out to take your hand, preparing to teleport you both to the next destination, you quickly jerked your hand back, shaking your head in mild panic. "W-We agreed no teleporting, remember?"

He paused, his fingers hovering awkwardly in the air for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. The silence stretched for a beat too long before his eyes flickered with realization. A flash of memory—the conversation—finally hit him like a wave, and he swore under his breath. "Shit, right. No teleporting." He sighed in defeat. "Where are the keys?" You sighed, trying not to laugh at his sudden shift from calm to flustered. “On the c..counter, next to the fruit bowl,” you responded quickly, clutching your stomach as another wave of contraction hit. You felt the pressure mounting, and it was clear you weren’t going to make it much longer if he didn’t hurry the hell up.

His hands fumbled with the keys as he shot you a glance of both panic and apology. “I’m trying—I’m trying, okay? Just—fuck, why is everything in this damn house so complicated?” You took a deep breath, willing yourself to stay calm, even though your whole body was shaking with the rush of it all. “You’ve got seconds, Xavier. Get the keys—now.” Finally, he snatched them from the counter, his face twisted in urgency. “Right, right—got it.” He turned toward the door, his voice rising as he fumbled to grab his jacket. “We’re gonna make it, okay? We’ve got this. Just—breathe, alright?”

“I’m not doing anything but trying to stay conscious here,” you gasped, the contractions getting closer together. Your voice was tight with panic. “Xavier—now!!”

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The ride to the hospital was a messy one. With each contraction hitting harder and sooner, and with Xavier trying to keep you calm with soothing rubs, you felt nothing but irritation and some waves of sadness. 

“It hurts, Xavier..!” “I know my star, just please hold out, we’re almost there.”

“You did this to me!” “I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

“Honk! Get them t-to move, fuck!” “My star, we’re already here.”

Getting out of the car proved to be tricky, your legs felt like they were giving out with every step you took, so you lovingly yelled at your husband to get you a wheelchair – to which he was already hurrying back with one. 

As he pushed you into the emergency room, the nurses were quick to get you prepped and rushed off to the delivery room. And through it all, Xavier remained by your side. He held your hand as you went through four intense hours of pushing, grueling the pain of your intense grasp. Just when you thought you couldn’t go on for a second longer, there was a sharp, intense release. The pressure lifted for the briefest moment, and everything seemed to slow. Your body went still as if time itself had taken a breath.

And then, you heard it.

The high, desperate cry of your baby boy—the sound that would forever mark the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. You could hardly believe it at first, still lost in the haze of pain and exhaustion. The cry echoed through the room, a primal sound that filled every corner of your soul with overwhelming love and relief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to Xavier, who was already blinking back his own. He smiled at you, a look of awe on his face that you hadn’t seen before. His hand, still tightly wrapped around yours, was now trembling with emotion. He leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheeks, before finally your lips. The feeling of his tears falling onto your face made this moment unforgettable. You now had a family.

The nurses were quick to clean him off before gently laying him against your chest for some skin-on-skin. And in that moment, everything felt perfect. 

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The next morning rolled by, and you and Xavier were cuddling in your bed, your son resting against Xavier’s naked torso. The nurses had suggested that the dad participated, and there was no way Xavier would pass up the opportunity. But as you stared down at your son, his big blue eyes looked back up at you. Your eyes trailed to his hair, which resembled that of Xavier’s. A lush gray-blonde mixture, just a tad bit darker. Then to his little button nose, just like Xavier’s. He even had a light complexion, just like your husband’s. 

Your brows furrowed for a moment. Xavier glanced down at you after noticing you went quiet mid-conversation about ordering hotpot once you guys arrived home. “What’s wrong?” He hummed gently, laying his hand gently on your thigh while the other held his son. “Hmph… I carried you for nine months, and you came out looking exactly like your father,” your finger wiggled in front of your son, who only cooed as he stared at the foreign object waving in front of him. A smile then graced your face, your hand gently resting on top of Xavier’s as you leaned forward to press a kiss to your baby’s forehead.

“You’re perfect.♥”

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©sinbiis2025

[blushingbubbles]

Fantasy: You have an in-person freeuse toy day with all of your followers invited

(exempt from forbidden-words rule)

if i had an in-person free use toy day, id have to rent an entertainment venue 🫠 but let's pretend that hypothetically everyone can fit into a very very large airbnb.

it's ten minutes before the front door opens for the first time. The squeaking hinges hesitate for a moment. Whoever's on the stoop didn't actually think it would be unlocked.

I'd gotten sooo many messages in the days before -- promises of what was to come, yes. But also concern that this was some large-scale practical joke.

but the first one enters. he's wearing heavy boots. behind him, another crosses the threshold. 11 minutes since i posted the address. the idea was that rather have a specific start time, i'd post the address when i was ready. until 12 minutes ago, the only thing anyone had was the city and the date.

anyone who'd gotten an invite had been vetted. everything had been planned and purchased and positioned. water in every room. alcohol in the fridge. toys lined up across the kitchen island.

the two men greet one another, and my heart beats sooo loudly. my throat dries up and i peek my head around the corner.

when they see me they pause, they both kinda tilt their head at me -- like how every dominant does when they're surprised? subs know what i mean.

they ask me how im doing and another comes in the now-open door. no reason to close it now... at their suggestion, i give them a tour of the airbnb. the bedrooms and bathrooms and backyard and pool. as we walk, hands begin brushing me. my tits, my waist, my hair. they praise me on how ive become such a good internet slut in the last months. they tell me about how many times id gotten them off -- what pictures of me they like the most. what tasks i performed for them (some of which i remember, but most of which i don't -- it's not my place to remember it's my place to obey)

it's not long before my shirt ends up on the floor. im not even really sure why i wore one. they're not sure either. they laugh at me for it, and i laugh too because they're right. it was silly of me, dressing for tonight. im still nervous until one of them tells me to kneel.

i feel much better like this. on the ground looking up at them. more enter, but im not counting how many surround me now. the newcomers are pointed in the direction of the alcohol while the others begin unbuckling their pants. and the nerves still exist -- the excitement still flutters -- until i put the first cock in my mouth

the second it passes my lips and thick fingers thread through my hair, i feel myself release every anxiety and nerve about the night. a night that i knew would stretch into the weekend.

as im sucking, more hands grope my tits and ass. someone binds my hands. another person clamps my nipples. the gasp of pain i make causes the grip on my hair to tighten. i lose track of time, but he spills down my throat. before i have a chance to close my jaw, another takes his place.

over the day, im fucked in every position i can thinkof (and some positions i cant). videos are taken from every angle. as agreed beforehand, im given a break every hour to confirm im still of sound consenting mind. im given water and snacks and more gropes for at least five minutes. sometimes i need more time, but mostly i hardly make it to 3 before im desperate to serve again. whenever others need a break, they play in the pool or watch tv or watch me. but im used all. day. long.

eventually, it's time for the agreed-upon bedtime. im flooded with aftercare until im all blushy and soft. someone helps by washing the sweat and mess off me. im sent to bed with food, company, and enough gummies to take out a horse. i take them greedily, knowing that that night, others will touch and breed my holes while i sleep.

i wake up soooo full of cum that i want to plug myself to keep it all inside. instead, im cleaned again. used again. that next day, the ones who stayed will stream the videos they took to the tv. they'll edge me to my own porn and make me count how many times i helped others get off. if i get the count wrong or hesitate they'll start all over. they'll coo about how much of a good slut i was, letting them use me like this.

by monday, every video will be posted online. when i get home, i'll edge to every one of them, taking note of how everyone else's face is blurred, everyone else's privacy protected, except for my own 😇

in a writing mood today :) send me ur fantasies of making me a freeuse toy and ill expand on them :)))

[wwrityjess]

Your phone rings. This is the 44th time tonight. You didn't know she would take it this badly. You just said you needed some space, considering you just moved halfway across the country. She didn't like that you "decided" to move away from her, but it wasn't even your choice. You got a scholarship at a high-end college, you couldn't turn something like that down.

Your phone rings. This is the 45th time tonight. You knew she was a little obsessive, but it had never been this bad. There had been a few times where you caught her looking at your ex's social media, even though you had never told her any of their names. It was kind of creepy the first time, but you had gotten used to it by the fifth.

Your phone rings. This is the 46th time tonight. It's… your mom? You scramble to pick up your phone. You're too late, she went to voicemail. "Hey honey, your girlfriend came by just now. She said your phone might have been lost, so I decided to try calling you myself. If you find it again, you should call her back. She also asked for your new address, so I gave it to her. I'm surprised you hadn't given it to her yourself. Anyway, sleep well tonight baby!"

Your phone rings. This is the 47th time tonight. Why did your mom give your address away so easily? I mean, she was your girlfriend, but still. Your parents didn't know her that well. She had been over for dinner once, maybe twice. You found a photo album she stole from them a few days after. Some of the photos were missing. You found them months later in her closet, with hearts drawn around your face and any other people in the photos either scribbled out or burned away. You never returned that photo album.

Your phone vibrates. A message. "hey bby you wont pick up yr phone so im comin over to yr new place dont wait up for me :3c" What? It's at least a 9 hour drive from there to here. She can't be serious about coming over, can she? "i know u prob dont believe me so heres proof" A picture of the inside of her car. Your address has been set as the destination on her navigation. In the corner you can see a knife and rope on her passenger seat.

It's 9 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You know you can't stop her. She is coming whether you call her or not. You really fucked it up this time. What do you do now? Just wait for her to arrive? Just let her in? Prepare breakfast for her? Talk it out? You don't think she'll be in a talking mood when she has just driven 9 hours because you wouldn't talk to her. Run away? No use, she won't give up that easily. Hide? She will tear you entire apartment to pieces to find you. Maybe sleep will clear your head. If you get a good 7-8 hours, you still have more than an hour to figure it out.

It's 8 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You have trouble falling asleep. Your brain keeps making up scenarios of what will happen when she arrives. She'll stab you the moment she sees you. She's gonna tie you up and use you for her pleasure before stabbing you. She's gonna tie you up and drive the two of you off a bridge. You can't sleep like this. In your bathroom, you look in your medicine cabinet for your melatonin gummies. You take two, and then a couple more for good measure. You set an alarm on your phone for 7 hours from now.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. Your alarm rings. "Sleep well baby?" she whispers in your ear. You try to scream, but only a muffled sound comes out. You have been gagged. "Don't worry babe, nobody will hear us." she says while crawling on top of you. The knife shimmers in her hand as she lifts it up above her head. You try to push her off, but your hands are bound above your head. "Then again, nobody will be hearing from you ever again." she says as she thrusts the knife down. You close your eyes, anticipating the sharp pain in your chest. But it never comes. You cautiously open your eyes, the knife stopped mere millimeters from your chest. "Did you really think it would be that simple? That you would escape from me that easily?" she grins. Her teeth are surprisingly sharp, almost canine in nature. "I wouldn't use such an impersonal method. I want it to be much more INTIMATE." she says, lunging forward with her mouth agape.

It's 4 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You jump up. It was just a dream. A nightmare. You take a few minutes to catch your breath. You grab a glass of water. After a couple more minutes you fall asleep again.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. At least, it should be. The doorbell is ringing. You look through the peephole. She's here. You cautiously open the door. "Hello sleepyhead, did you sleep well?" she asks with an innocent smile. "I've been standing at your door for five minutes already, I almost thought you hid from me or ran away or something." she laughs. You awkwardly laugh back. You did wanna hide from her or run away, she just arrived before you could. "Anyway," she pushes past you and walks inside. "We have something to talk about." she sits down on your bed and puts her bag on the ground. "D-do you want something to drink?" you stutter. She seems way too calm for someone who just did what she did. "Oh, I'd love a cup of tea right about now, babe." You hurry to the kitchen and turn the electronic kettle on. "While that's going, why don't you sit down next to me and we can talk, honey?" she pats the bed next to her.

You sheepishly sit down next to her, not wanting to give her any reason to freak out again. She puts her hand on your thigh. "Good. Now, why did you send me that mean message? Why did you say you 'needed space'?" she spits those words out with such vitriol as she grips your thigh. "I-I just thought t-that it might be b-better to stop dating if w-we live so far apart, is all." you stutter. You don't want to say anything that might piss her off. "I don't mean that we c-can't date again in the f-future if, I mean when I m-move back again." you let out a nervous chuckle. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it, honey?" she loosens her grip on your thigh. "Now we can actually talk about solutions. If you think we can't date when we live so far apart, I'll just move out here with you." She grabs your hand. "Y-you would move out h-here?" Fuck. You had hoped she would see your point and leave you be. You didn't think she would move here to be with you. Her smile drops for a second before she quickly recovers. You think she might have sensed your disappointment.

The kettle turns off. "W-what kind of tea did you want, b-babe?" You say while grabbing two teacups. "Earl Gray." she says it so matter-of-factly while zipping open her bag. You start pouring. "Did you want a-anything with the tea, honey?" "No, I'm fine." She crept up on you, now standing right behind you. You feel a prick in your neck, and before you know it your head begins to spin. "Sleep tight, baby. I've got you." She whispers in your ear before you black out.

You wake up on the backseat of her car. You try to say something, but your mouth has been gagged. You try to move, but your arms and legs are tied together, and to each other. "Oh, you're awake, honey? Good timing, we're almost there." Almost where? Where is she driving you? As if she can read your mind, she replies "At my family's cottage in the woods, of course. Nobody comes here really, but my uncle has owned it for decades now. He asked the family to help fix it up a few years ago." You had forgotten about that, she was gone and busy all summer that year. You thought she might've been cheating, you just didn't buy the whole 'my uncle asked us to help fix up his abandoned cottage in the woods' routine.

"We're here!" She announces proudly. The car stops. You slide off the backseat and onto the floor due to how abrupt it was. "Oh, Honey…" she has opened the rear doors and is just standing there, giggling at the predicament you've found yourself in. She lifts you back onto the backseat. "Now, it's been a long and exhausting drive. If I free your legs, will you be good and walk inside with me?" you quickly nod your head, hoping to run the moment she helps you stand up. She cuts your legs loose with her knife. She grabs your arms and helps you out the car and onto your feet. You lunge forward, but your legs don't cooperate. You instead faceplant into the soft forest dirt. The stuff she dosed you with must still be in your system. "Aw, honey. Did you think I would cut you loose if you still had a chance to escape?" she whispers into your ear as she lifts you back up. As she opens the front door, she looks you in the eye and says "We're gonna live here together forever. And you're gonna love it, voluntarily or not."

[alwaysalreadyangry]

tomorrow is the big poetry book fair in London so im going to go and buy BOOKS slash pamphlets but also i can’t sleep despite taking my melatonin gummies tonight. very stupid!

anyway please enjoy my outfit of the day

[kennys-shinyforehead]

An almost sleepless night - King Kenny 💚

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Summary: You’re having a hard time sleeping but Kenny is there to help.

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You groan before turning over in your bed for what feels to be like the 100th time this night. You never usually had trouble falling asleep but tonight was different. It wasn’t even like you just weren’t tired, you really were but for some reason you just couldn’t fall asleep.

This wouldn’t be as much of a problem if you didn’t have early morning plans tomorrow. You and your boyfriend Kenny had arranged a gym date for literally like first thing tomorrow or since it was past 12, this morning. One thing about you was that when you were really tried, you had the tendency to be a little bit grumpy.

You decide to send a Kenny a text to warn him you might not be in the best of moods tomorrow. You know he’ll be asleep by now but at least when he wakes up he’ll see it.

You turn on your phone, the light from the screen practically blinding you. You quickly type out a message and hit send.

‘hi baby 💗 ik ur asleep but just wanted to lyk im having trouble sleeping tonight so might be a little grumpy tmr haha xx’

You’re confused to see that pretty much as soon as you hit send that the message says it’s already been read. You assume maybe your phones just glitching and in all honestly, you’re too tired to think about it right now.

You put your phone back on your bedside table before pulling your duvet over your head and shutting your eyes, trying to get to sleep but once again to no avail.

You continue to lie in your bed, now lying on your back just facing the ceiling and before you know it another 30 minutes or so pass.

Suddenly you hear a loud knock on your front door. You’re confused, who is knocking on your door at this time? You try your best your best to ignore the knocking as you believe it’s probably nothing important. Though, this knocking doesn’t stop, it continues getting louder and louder. Then, without out any warning you hear a familiar voice,

“Y/N? Are you awake? Open up!”

Even if you were asleep, you wouldn’t be now. You immediately know this voice belongs to Kenny.

You quickly get out of bed and switch on the light before walking out of your room and down stairs to your front door. As soon as you open the door you immediately see Kenny, holding a plastic bag in one hand and a huge blanket in the other.

“Ken, what are you doing here at this time?”

You say sounding extremely tired.

“I’m here to help you sleep, of course.”

He replies before strolling inside and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

You just stand there, completely stunned that he would disrupt this own sleep to help you. No man has ever treated you this well before.

“Come on, let’s go get you to sleep.”

He says before walking upstairs to your bedroom, you quickly follow him.

Before you’ve even made your way through the doorway you see Kenny sat on the bed taking countless things out his plastic bag.

“What’s all that?”

You ask curiously.

“I found a few things in the back of my cupboard that are supposed to be good for sleep.”

He says handing you a bottle of melatonin gummies.

“I think they might be expired but I’m sure it will be fine!”

You hand the bottle back to him,

“I’m like 100% it would not be fine to take expired melatonin.”

You say, laughing slightly.

Kenny rolls his eyes before putting the bottle back in the bag and pulling out another small spray bottle.

“You’re supposed to spray this on your pillow to make you fall asleep.”

He says carefully reading the back of the bottle and giving it a quick shake.

“Let’s try it!”

You say sounding pretty enthusiastic at the thought of actually getting to sleep tonight,

Kenny takes the lid of the spray bottle and presses down a couple of times, spraying a fine mist onto your pillow and bedcovers.

“Hm, that smells pretty nice.”

You exclaim, sniffing the air before opening your mouth wide as a yawn escapes you.

“Looks like it’s already working.”

Kenny says chuckling before speaking once again,

“Oh also! I brought this blanket, I thought maybe you couldn’t sleep cause you might be cold.”

“Aw Kenny, you really do think of everything.”

You say as a smile appears on your face, Kenny is quick to smile back.

You glance at the clock, it’s now way past 2am and you can finally feel your body begging for sleep, though before you can finally drift off, it’s only fair that Kenny goes home and gets some sleep too.

You let out a tired sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Ken, you should go.”

You say looking up at him,

“I’ll be fine. You need your sleep too.”

But Kenny doesn’t move. He looks at you,, his eyes soft but serious.

“I’m not going anywhere,”

he says, voice low. “You’ve had no sleep all night, I’m staying.”

You blink, not really expecting him to say that, and immediately feel a little silly for trying to get him to leave as you should’ve known he’s not going to listen anyway. However, you don’t want him to stay because of you, he needs sleep too.

“Ken,”

you start again, but this time, it comes out more like a laugh,

“You really can’t stay, you need to go and get some sleep.”

You say trying to sound as serious as possible.

Kenny shrugs, that playful grin spreading across his face. “I’m staying,” he repeats, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You need someone to keep you company, and I’m it.”

You look at him for a moment, trying to come up with another excuse to send him off, but when you see the way he’s looking at you with those kind, loving eyes, your protest fades. You sigh, letting your head fall back on the pillows behind you, giving in. “Fine, but you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

“Don’t care.”

He says as his grin widens. Kenny lies down beside you, though only for a second as then he sits up just a little bit, trying to put the blanket over you both. You can feel the softness of it and the heat radiating from it, and somehow, even though you’re still awake, it makes you feel a little better.

“Come here,”

Kenny says softly, pulling you toward him. “Let’s get you to sleep.”

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close, and you instinctively curl into him, the heat of his body a welcome comfort. and before you know it, you’re lying down, your head resting against his chest.

You feel his fingers gently stroke your back, and the rhythmic movement of his breath makes your eyelids grow heavier.

“You good?”

Kenny asks, his voice low, the question barely a whisper.

You nod, letting out a soft sigh of relief. “Yeah. This is perfect.”

He hums, clearly pleased with that answer, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. His arm tightens around you just a little, pulling you closer, until you’re both completely tangled in the blanket, wrapped in warmth and quiet. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to go heavy and your breathing to slow down. Suddenly, you hear him whisper, “Sleep, babe. I’m right here.”

You can’t help but smile softly before whispering,

“Goodnight, Ken.”

“Goodnight,” he murmurs back, his voice already softer as sleep starts to pull him under. And with that, the world outside fades away, and you’re left in his arms, warm, safe, and finally asleep.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one!!

I realised i hadn’t written anything for kenny in a while which was absolutely CRIMINAL of me so that inspired me to write this!

As always, requests are open 💚💚 xxx

[lastoneout]

Im on an antibiotic rn that has made me have to stop a couple of my other medications(my iron and magnesium supplements) and ALSO has made it so I have to stop taking my nighttime weed gummy to help with my nightmares/insomnia and it's only been three days and two of those I've spent the entire night having the most violent, horrific nightmares of my entire life and tbh I have no idea how I'm even going to get to sleep tonight after the shit I just saw in my head. Like I cannot stress enough how awful it was just non-stop unimaginable violence and brutal suffering and death and murder bad enough that I don't even want to tell anyone else what it was bcs I'm pretty sure it will just upset them. And like I woke up multiple times throughout the night and usually when I wake up and go back to sleep my dreams are different but nah they were exactly the same each time and getting worse and worse there was literally no reprieve.

And it's so fucking frustrating bcs I really thought I was making progress in therapy and this was going to finally stop happening but nah the second I pause taking the weed I'm having dreams so bad I genuinely feel like they're re-traumatizing me. I'm shaking and feel like throwing up and crying and shit. There's no way I'm getting to sleep tonight.

[izzy-b-hands]

Feeling slightly better than i have been at this moment (hence being on Tumblr for more than a half second before my body goes 'hm, actually, that's too much. put the phone down or i make u throw up 🥰' as it has been all week since this back pain bullshit began

(more blathering abt this stuff and work and just. general life update as of this week below the cut)

But realised that's probably only bc:

-Housemate (who has been an absolute angel thru all of this and has looked after me better than my own mother ever has tbh), got me some Pedialyte style drinks, and I've made it thru nearly all of one today (a miracle bc the nausea has otherwise been constant even when the pain isn't as bad and has made eating more than like. broth and saltines and gummy edibles basically impossible)

-Im stoned, on a increasing rotation of meds (acetaminophen, ibuprofen, mucinex which it turns out has potential off label use for muscle spasms, as Housemate researched and found out, edibles, magnesium, and now ginger pills to help the nausea) all of which im grateful for but combined leave me feeling less in pain but a bit. idk. blah? brain foggy, more than usual? Tbh it's probably the pain making the brain fog, the pills just can't do anything for that and i don't fault them for that, but for a brain fog example, I've been trying to place an order for some local chocolates to ship to my mum for mother's day, and legit it's taken me ALL WEEK just to get the site open, to the shipping menu, and just today actually putting things in the cart, but I haven't managed to check out yet bc just getting the cart together that made me feel like i needed a nap. This post is the longest thing I've typed in days, and I'm struggling rn to keep going..But i started it, so we're finishing it, back spasm at a level 4 of pain be damned

-and im doing basically nothing aside from stretches (gentle yoga ones i already know the forms for, and some pilates gentle type things i remember from when mum joined that fad lol), using one of our wand vibes on my back (never had done before, they actually do work for that too! kinda fun to find out, just wish i hadn't found out like this!!), laying on a heating pad and wedge pillow, and trying to nap (bc the pain is worse at night so I've somehow been sleeping even worse than i usually tend to)while YT videos and/or the 1973 JCS plays on repeat.

I mention all this bc i work this weekend, and i don't want to have to call out for the first shift tonight. but like. if im struggling just to type this post up (nvm that i have my zine checkin to finish and send in as well, if Nads or anyone else from the group reads this pls know i will make sure i have it done by the due date! it's just been taking. longer, with this back pain mess), keeping my brain on track is difficult rn (as evidenced by...this entire post), and my back is starting to twinge up to a 3-4 overall already bc i let the heating pad turn off, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I'm feeling okay enough to be on Tumblr then maybe that's a sign this is finally over, and my back is done making life miserable...

then maybe work isn't a great idea. but it scares me every time i have to call in (and I've tried not to unless i absolutely had to, but they're very particular abt ppl basically never calling out, so i know that even if they acknowledged i sounded as sick as i was, that doesn't mean this wouldn't be reason enough to fire me)

I just don't know what to do. i want to work. i want to make money. i also don't want to have to mute my mic bc my back spasms hard enough to make me vomit tho, and that's unfortunately still a very real possibility (spent entirely too much of this week throwing up from the pain tbh!!! not happy abt it, i do not like being sick like that, for any reason!!) The last reason makes me think calling out is the right thing. but. i have a few hours yet, so im gonna see how it goes, acknowledging that i probably do need to call out, whether i like it or not

(if for nothing else, to maybe be recovered for my first set of doubles on Sunday)

[emmyrosee]

I have had an awful last two months (my mental health seems as stable as the rope you use to pick your teeth... Dental floss, that's the name). And I have noticed that with the lack of sleep comes the inability to speak and write English (second language to me). How would the Guys react if you kept saying things wrong out of exhaustion? (Like Hair gummy instead of Hair tie or tooth rope instead of dental floss or just this month I forgot the word for congested and stared at a customer in utter desperation).

My favorite of your guys is Kenma but I will let you decide if and who you want to write for. Love you lots. Also, your baby series is keeping me going.

MY LOVE IM SO SORRY THINGS HAVENT BEEN GOING WELL!! I hope you’re taking lots of rest and you’re being EXTRA gentle with yourself rn 🥺🫶🏻 I’m glad you’ve been enjoying my baby!au, and I hope you enjoy this piece as well

a/n: gender neutral but reader does have long hair, I tried to keep it open to readers with different hair textures as well 🫶🏻

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Kenma watches helplessly as you blink at him, so desperate for him to figure out what you’re talking about and free you both from this exhausting conversation. He would laugh, but you genuinely look so upset at the mere struggling of your lack of words. He quirks a brow and pauses the game on his switch, placing it on the counter to give you complete attention.

“I’m sorry baby, I genuinely don’t know what you’re asking for,” he says softly, coming up to you and gently lay on your shoulder before pulling you into a hug. You whine as he does, burying your face in his chest. “Hair gummy?”

“Kenma, please,” you beg, squeezing him close. “I need you to know what I’m talking about. It keeps your hair out of your face, it’s stretchy…”

“So it’s not a hair clip?”

“No.”

“And it’s not a gummy vitamin or something?”

“No!”

He gently pulls back to look at your frustrated face, and he cups it in his hands and strokes his thumbs soothingly over your hot cheeks, “okay. So it holds your hair back, it’s not a gummy vitamin, and it’s not a hair clip.”

You groan and reach behind him for his hair, grabbing the stretchy elastic holding it in a messy bun. The locks tumble down, and you hold the elastic in front of him for example. “This! What is this!”

“A hair tie?”

The room goes silent as you blink owlishly at him, but your body relaxes at his answer. He nods softly, “so it’s a hair tie? You lost your hair tie?”

“Yeah…” you murmur.

“Do you need more hair ties? For your hair? Because I know we don’t use the same ones.”

“Yeah…”

“Okay,” he says softly, smiling at you, “I know you like specific ones, so we can run out and you can pick them out, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffle, making your way back into his embrace, burrowing your face in his chest. “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” he says quietly, kissing the crown of your head. “We got there eventually. We’ll always figure it out together, right?”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Good. Why don’t we add your hair ties to the list for when we go out tomorrow, and we just relax for tonight? I think you need it.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hum. Then, you click your tongue, “we also need tooth rope.”

The room falls silent, and kenma tenses his hold.

“We need what?”

[mikgreo]

hi! 🙈

do you also find it really attractive when guys say I know, baby I know. or something along those lines (///w///)

if your taking them could i request jik or hq characters doing this in some scenario/drabble. please feel no rush/pressure.

take care of your self too:)

“i know baby, i know.”

ft. jjk + hq boys fluff, slight nsfw, humor.

tags. nsfw for gojo oikawa and kuroo, rest are cute scenarios + some hcs i made on some.

chars. gojo/oikawa+ kuroo, geto/osamu, toji/atsumu, inumaki/kenma, yuji/hinata, megumi/kageyama, choso/suna, todo/bokuto, nanami/akaashi

a/n. tysm nonnie!! i didnt know if u wanted them separate or just in a group category..couldnt resist not giving gojo oikawa and kuroo smut. i hope this was what u wanted:((

gojo, oikawa, kuroo

you were sprawled out on his bed in his apartment. you were gripping the soft cushion sheets in pleasure, gritting your teeth, occasionally biting your lower lip to halt your moans. his long skinny fingers scissored their way through your gummy walls as if they owned the place. the tips of his calloused fingers hitting your g-spot everytime he thrusted in. you hated how vulnerable you became, how you melted like putty just from his fingers- but it just felt soo good. he knew your insides like no one else, knew all your sweet spots and how to make you cum. he was big- big being in understatement. he was huge, in your eyes atleast. prep was needed, always. even though you hated how long it took to get you ready.

“hngh.. i want you now- please!~” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up to you with a frown. “want you insideee..ngh! can’t wait...~”

“i know baby, i know. you’ll get it soon, ‘kay? i just dont wan’ it to hurt, my love.” he said softly, adding a third finger in. “just a little bit more, okay princess?”

geto, osamu

it was 3am, and you could not sleep. you tried scrolling through twitter and instagram for some time, but couldn’t. thats when you opened up tiktok, fully forgetting that, tiktok.. was a music app. and your volume…was halfway up. so when you opened it, it blasted for a second before you quickly swiped off the app, why were you so scared? well..

“y/n, what the fuck.. why are you up, go to sleep girl.”

your boyfriend was sleeping, and you hated waking him up.

“but i can’t sleep sugu/‘samu!! im not tireddd.” you whined, pouting. as if he could see you.

“dont care, go to bed or im snatching your phone away. l/n.” he growled and sat up rubbing his eyes.

“noo im sorry. please i cant sleep, babe!!”

“i know baby, i know. what if we cuddle and i tell you about my plans for tomorrow, hm? maybe it’ll help.”

toji, atsumu

“i want a dog.” you said glaring at him, who was sat on your couch.

“i know baby, i know. but yk we cant.. im fuckin allergic ‘member??” he shot you a mocking facial expression.

“but its okay, you can just take some Benadryl and you’ll be fineee! its not a big deal toji / ‘tsumu.” you pouted.

you walked over to him and sat on his lap facing him.

“if yur tryna seduce me into agreeing, its not g’na work babe.” he put his hands on your waist.

“ughhh!! can we atleast get like a cat or something?? please babyyy.”

“let’s leave this conversation for a different day, y/n.” he replied before pulling you into a hot kiss...that led to making out.. that led to your own personal problem for tonight.

inumaki, kenma (I PUT BOKUTO AND YUJI BC I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA HAVE AKAASHI AND MEGUMI IN THIS TOO BUT I CHANGED MY MIND.. SO PRETEND IT SAYS PANDA FOR INUMAKI..)

yuji, hinata

it was getting late… too late. your boyfriend had a day off and decided to spend it by sleeping, completely forgetting the fact that you two agreed on walking around the park today.. he was just soo lazy :(

“sweetheart….get upppp. its 12pm, you needa wake up.” you whined as your boyfriend tightened his grip around your body. he was big spooning you, a position where not even an earthquake could move him out of.

“mmm, i know baby, i know. just…five more- five minutes.” he groaned into your ear, you could feel the warm breath against your earlobe, it sending tingles down your neck to your spine.

“if you get up, ill take a shower with you, and make you waffles.”

you had never seen him get up from bed that fast before.

megumi, kageyama

you and your boyfriend were having you weekly movie night, you were under his right arm while you layed your head on his lap, using the blanket to cover your view of the flat screen.

“babe….i dont wanna watch this..its scary.” you pout as you attempt to sink deeper into your boyfriends arms.

“i know baby, i know.. but i love this movie, so can we please keep it on?” he scratched the back of his neck.

“ughhh, couldn’t we just watch inside out 2 or something babeee??” you whined.

“that’s a kids movie, im fine where im at.” he flicked you on the forehead.

“stoppp!! owww.” you cried out.

choso, suna

you two were watching moana in his room, the room was dark and you were both on his bed, cuddling. everything was fine until there was a loud noise which you thought came from the kitchen. you thought nothing of it but your boyfriend…

“did you hear that? what the fuck.” he sat up.

“babe…you better not.” you warned him with a glare.

“it was a fucking ghost, y/n. i fucking told you theyre real. theres no way im letting somethi-”

you cut him off, “girl, ghosts are not damn real. if you dont lay your ass right back down i swear to god.”

“i know baby, i know.. but you gotta really think about it, what else could it be?” he bit down on his thumbnail.

“shut up, cho/rin.”

todo, bokuto

you were sitting on the dinner table- across from your boyfriend, who had told you he had something really important to talk to you about. some minutes passed and he was just sitting there, hands interlocked together, his leg beating up and down.

“babe…is everything all right? its been like 3 minutes are ya gonna say something?..” you softly spoke.

“there’s something..i gotta own up to.” he spoke, not moving a muscle.

“oh fuck no, if you cheated on me i swear to god-”

“are you crazy?,” he finally moved from his position and gave you a puzzled look, “of course not, its just..”

he took a long deep breath..

“when i was 5 years old, i went with my mom to the store. she was browsing and i wondered off and.. i saw this lollipop, that i really, like really wanted. and i picked it up and asked her if i could get it, of course my mother being my mother she said no. so i got angry.. and stuffed it in my little pocket. and she checked out and i got away with it. and i just keep thinking about it, and the more serious we get with our relationship i just cant bare the everlasting weight and guilt of this act i decided to act upon. so im telling you now.. if you wanna make your choice on whether you still wanna date a criminal like me.”

you got up from you seat, and sighed.

“i hope its April 1st today.”

nanami, akaashi

[sanriopinterest]

♡ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 ♡

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🌺In honor of season two being official I give you, a new chapter🌺

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🌺The fit for this part of the fic🌺

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"Yummy! I wanna make dessert babies with you, I would rub you all over my body if it wasn't for the yeast I swear I would!". I bat my eyelashes and gave her a blank stare as she starts beating chuck. "You do you girl, you do you". The elevator dings as panty skips through the door singing a song. "Very catchy Panty" I state as she freezes. "Ugh why does it smell like a gummy bear sharted in here? Whats happening, what are you eating and, why does it smell like jelly bean spunk" she comments coming near the couch. More like chair, only one person can sit on it, hence why im sitting on a beanbag chair rn.

"Put down the hatorade, I understand that its hard for you to accept that your vice gives you warts but thats not my fault". I lose interest the more they argue. Are they seriously arguing over sweets. I think I like (sweet/spicy) more. Overall its a stupid argument. The conversation ends with Chuck being kicked into the trash.

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As stocking stands naked in front of her mirror I was adjusting my pillows on our bed for sleep. When we got an apartment I decided to room with stocking over pantys mess of a 'room'. Its way darker in here anyway. "What the fuck, I just let that asshole make me paranoid". I hear stocking mumble. I watch her walk over to her scale. She squeals loudly as the scale stops. "Are you okay Stocking?" "Im a fatty.."

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The elevator dings as me and panty walk through it. "We're back from rocking out with my cock out! Get this shit, this dude just shoved his package in our face". Loud vrrs can be heard throughout the apartment. "We got you some stuff!" I call out holding a few boxes. The vrrs stop suddenly. "I almost puked on him because it looked like a bunch of sweet treats but I took it just incase it was full of dome sweet means if you know what im saying" She ranted on. "HUH?!? You said these were sweets YOU BOUGHT for Stocking!". I set down and open the boxes, sighing with relief when I realize their actually sweets. I DID NOT want to face Stocking if these weren't sweets.

"Uh Chica did you hear me? What the fuck is a fondae anyway? It looks like plastic, y'all take it their from angel house that place that everyone's getting their nipples hard over".

"No thank you! I have no interests of things of that nature" she says quickly. "Seriously? Looks like me and Chuck are getting the runs tonight!" I exclaim. Stocking almost never gives up her share so i'll be able to eat little more than I usually do. Panty drops the sweets into Chucks mouth as he devours the rest of his share. "Oopsie did you decide you wanted some?""Did you decide you wanted to shut the fuck up?!""Don't think you're getting any of mine!" I say as I pull out my (fav/cake) from the box. As I begin eating I look back towards my entertainment of the night. Who is now suddenly flipping Stockings shirt up and down. "So thats what was making the vrring noises earlier!" I point to Stockings stomach. "Chuck, c'mere" she spins in a crazed state into the elevator. "Weird".

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The elevator dings as I come from me and stockings room. My slippers gliding towards panty whos standing in the middle of the living room with a few boxes of cake. "Oh hey panty, what are you doing with all that cake" I ask as she looks around the room. "Have you seen Stocking around?""Uh yeah last time I saw her she was in the boiler room?""Thanks". Panty starts walking towards the boiler room and follow her. We walk in and look around for our sister. We scream as she appears in front of us looking dead, not even half dead I mean, freash out the casket dead. Panty holds out the cake as an offering but Stocking just stares at it. She takes it but lets the cake fall off the tray. Leaving us terrified.

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I scream as I get flicked out of the bed and onto the grass outside. "Fucking shit girl what happened?!? Your like trashy talk show, fat!""Seriously, this is the thing I wake up too?" I look up at the sky and ask. "Huh what are you talking about I always have a bridge around my waist don't be an asshole" Stocking says in a deeper voice than usual. "I don't really wanna do this but I said I would". Panty then starts hysterically laughing. "Not the time Panty-""When I do get out of here, your gonna be the meat in my breakfast taco" Stocking says. "Cannibalism much?". I look around to see panty and chuck still laughing their ass off, until chuck gets electrocuted. Garterbelt pops up from the ground. "Angels we have a mandee""She looks like a giant balloon with a hat on!" Panty continues her gag.

"I give up" I say to myself as panty flings from the ground. "That was my face you twat" she complains.

As Garterbelt explains whats happening im thinking about how I get our beds back in our rooms. "Angels what you're seeing here can only be the work of a ghost""Oh so they're the ones who turned Stocking into a glazed holiday ham, YOU HEAR THAT?!" Panty screams to Stocking. "CUT THAT OUT" I scream smacking the back of Pantys head. "GET ME DOWN! IM GNNA EAT THAT GHOSTS HONEY GLAZED NUTSACK" Stocking yells breaking the tower completely. Me and Panty watch with a suprised deadpan face. "Look your King Kong and We get to be the hot chicks!" Panty yells grabbing my waist while we're on top of stocking. "Um how did we change-"

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   Panty starts running backwards on Stocking making her roll forward into traffic. "What part of I don't do excersize do you not understand!" I yell at Panty. Thanks to the running shes doing I also have to run. She ignores me and keeps singing her song.

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    "Thats fucking endearing, since you only want to fatten up the hot chicks so you won't have to feel like such a lard ass" Panty calls out stopping th ladys rant. "Who the fuck are you?" She turns around. "EW SHE HAS NIPPLES FOR EYES""Someone who refuses to let you control her with your suger shooters! We're shutting down your fat factory old lady!" Panty preaches. Stocking groans behind us. "Stockings been eating titty icing?" I contemplate as Panty lets out a giggle seeing Stocking. "HOW DARE YOU! This is not just a factory this is a haven, where fat can be free to be whatever it wants to be! YA GOT THAT" She acreams growing more nipples. "SO GROSS" I scream as she shoots her sentient milk babies at us. "What is she doing? No I can't swallow that load its too much!" Panty panics. "Whens the last time you said that?" I teased. Panty and I pause as we see Stocking in front of us eating all the cream things. "EW SO GROSS" I say going back to freaking out and hiding behind Panty.

   "Ew shit way to take one for the team girl" Panty deadpans shielding herself from the Cream. Stocking tries to slash the woman with her sword but it doesn't work.

  "Oops must've shrunken in the wash" Stocking says. "ARE YOU SERIOUS RN?!?". The Ghost woman walks out of the factory heaving a bag with her. Me and Panty slide outside. "Not so fast!" She holds her gun to its stomach as I aim an arrow at her group of tits. "You think you can bake those cakes and not eat 'em too?!?". "Choke on this pippy long titties" I shout as I fire my arrow and Panty fires her gun. The Ghost leaves behind 4 heaven coins. "One for each neck roll, what was she? The ghost Embassoder of fatties who think they should get to be loved for who they are on the inside". I stare judgingly at Panty. "Or the fate of fatest bitches like u" Stocking says before deflating back to her normal self. "Oh your back to being hot?""Can we go home now? " I ask.

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  "You better not get all fat again or else you'll have to get good at blowjobs""Oh please, I don't mind some junk in the trunk if I can eat what I want. Going without sweets is like going without sex, not that you would have any idea what thats like" Stocking retorted. "True" I add on focusing on my game. "Dont even think about it Chuck~" Stocking sang before throwing Chuck. I look towards Chuck and walk over. "Can you maybe not throw him in the trashcan? I just bathed him" I asked taking Chuck and putting him on the floor.

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