#so it ended up turning into an actual vent

[ari-sa]

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roommate!geto x reader. part two

cw: mdni. suggestive, masturbation, a little bit of choking?, oral (m!receiving)

a/n: got a little carried away here so it’s kind of long, also this is only my second time writing so I’m sorry if it’s bad!

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roommate!geto who lays in your lap as you run your nails thru his long hair, pretending to be asleep so you won't get up~

roommate!geto who catches you staring at him after he’s walked out the shower with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, beads of water clinging to his body. “like what you see princess?”

roommate!geto who listens to you vent every time you and one of your situationships don't work out "you deserve so much better baby" he says as he pulls you into a hug, planting kiss on your forehead >,<

roommate!geto who becomes more touchy since you started going out on dates again-

randomly cupping your face with one hand and squeezing it gently to make you pout mid conversation;

hugging you from behind while you cook to 'thank' you for making breakfast. "thanks for always cooking for me doll" he says as he wraps his arms around you, feeling his bare chest press against your back~

roommate!geto who when you're bored you go to his room to hang out with, but end up falling asleep on his bed-

roommate!geto who's mesmerized by your sleeping figure and doesn't have the heart to wake you up when he wants to sleep so he ends up climbing into bed with you.

suguru is hyper aware of EVERYTHING. how your hair smells, how soft your legs feel, the fact you aren’t wearing a bra- it all he can think about all night.

in the early hours of the morning when he absolutely cannot deal with his morning hard on anymore he goes to get up, but you grab his wrist, "sugu don't go" you whisper, dragging him back to bed~

roommate!geto who makes you getting ready cocktails <3

roommate!geto who you 'platonically' ask to practice kissing, because you haven't kissed anyone in a while and you don't want to disappoint this 'guy that you really like'-

roommate!geto who actually kisses you <3

as the cold metal of his piercings brushes against your lips, you lean deeper into him. his hand snakes up to wrap around your neck and you feel a wet patch forming in your underwear.

as the kiss turns into a full blown make out session, he notices you squeezing your thighs together- his hands move to cup your face and he swipes his tongue over your lips willing you to part them further. your hands begin roam, while his tangle in your freshly curled hair. instinctively you cup his erection through his pants. he let’s out a moan- almost a whimper.

he needs you so bad. he thinks about how good your lips would feel wrapped around his cock. how cute you’d look all messy and drooling over his length, batting your eyelashes up at him. he’d scoop all your hair up and push your head down further onto his erection. watching your makeup you spent so long on get more and more messed up eventually cumming undone in the back of your throat~

the kiss is languid, feverish and messy, but ends when the door bell rings and your date is here.

he watches you get up from the couch, tugging from at the hem of your dress, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and attempting to smooth your messed up hair.

“have fun baby” he says with a smirk as you slip on your shoes~

roommate!geto who actually dies inside when you actually start dating this guy you met on tinder.

roommate!geto who just lets out a scoff when you open your birthday present from your boyfriend and it's a gold necklace- you ony wear silver.

"here princess," he says as he hands you a small jewelry box with a little bow on it. opening it to find a silver necklace~

"thank you sugu i love it!" you say leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. he doesn't miss the way your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your reaction.

roommate!geto who “borrows” your dirty panties when you’re not home~

laying in your bed, he wraps a lacy thong around his cock, slowly fucking his fist, thinking about how much better he is than your asshole boyfriend.

roommate!geto who cums in your panties and then puts them back in your laundry basket- who would ever notice?

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a/n: sorry it took so long to get this out haha, I was kinda scared to post it 😭

Im super open to feedback so please lmk if I should’ve done anything differently

I have part 3 almost ready, but it’s gonna be more of a drabble/one shot format!

[worriedvision]

A marriage of convenience - Mr Reca

Gender neutral reader, sitting on this one for a while. Angsty ending, basically yet another example of poor communication and misinterpreted comments from both parties.

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"Oh, dear you need to get married soon! You still have years to get your career sorted, but finding yourself a good spouse is a different story!"

"Still no ring on your finger?"

"No bitches?"

These are comments various family members just kept asking you. It didn't make sense to you, your personal life was your own business and you didn't ever think to move on the comments. You'd brush them off, but after they never stopped you began to vent to your best friend, Mr Reca.

"Ah, why don't we use this as an opportunity to explore a marriage! It'll help be with my, uhh, my scriptwriting!" Your friend stumbled momentarily before rounding off confidently.

It made sense at the time - both of you were single, he needed 'script material' and you needed the comments to stop. It was fortunate you had the chance to work with your friend through this, and it was more likely he was just seeing this as a chance to see his next film idea come to fruition.

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As time moved on, and you got married with a large extravagant wedding - filmed on old cameras - you begin to realise just how infatuated you were with your husband. When he was in public with you, he would be non-stop gushing to people about how amazing he was for landing someone as amazing as you. The public affection, the fact he would take any chance to get you something nice.

It wasn't there as much behind closed doors, and it made you yearn for more private moments with him. He was a busy man, however, so it proves difficult.

You try, though! Making him packed lunches, kissing him on the cheek whenever you got the chance and trying to initiate hugs at home.

None of it seemed to do much, though. He wouldn't react, but it wasn't a good thing. It was like he was thinking 'yes, this is what a marriage should be, good job _!' instead of a quiet appreciation.

You yearn to have more moments, and it doesn't help that the press have clocked that your affections carry out privately as opposed to the public. People accuse you of being a gold digger, of being a leech that's too stupid to realise it's being a leech.

Once you get home after a particularly difficult day, dealing with dirty looks, you decide to bring up divorce with your husband. It breaks your heart how willingly he is to accept a divorce like it was nothing. It had been a while, you'd have thought he would care even if it was just for script-writing. Part of you thinks he's just wanting a sad dramatic end for this chapter, but he can write a much better ending than the one you're about to provide.

The paperwork gets signed and filed away, cameras around you as the two of you leave the building, and you turn to your now ex-husband to say some parting words, and to leave him with one last act of affection.

"I'm sorry, I fell in love with you. You're a wonderful man, you'll find someone who can treat you better than myself." You smile, Mr Reca seemingly only realising in that moment you actually had feelings for him. You grab him by his cheeks lightly, delicately yet passionately kissing him before pulling away, tears brewing in your eyes as you pull off your wedding band and drop it.

Before he has time to stop you, however, you run off into the crowd, the crowd swarming him for interviews now that he was a newly divorced man.

[hazbinshusk]

Coukd you do Kiss number 19 with Blitzo please? That generally seemed like an interesting one!

prompt #19: a kiss underwater

There are plenty of sights you see on a mission, so often that you tend to take them in stride. Violence, gore, Blitzø thrusting his crotch mockingly towards whoever the target is. What you weren’t expecting was a booby-trapped fortress of doomsday preppers making your job way harder than it needed to be.

Jumping over one of the countless trip wires, you toss a bola towards the fleeing prepper with precision that would’ve made Moxxie proud if he hadn’t been too busy trying to find the actual target. The bola wound itself around their ankles and sent them crashing to the floor with a yelp. There was a crunching sound and a groan – but you were sure they’d agree a broken nose was better than a bullet to the brain. Blitzø didn’t really sweat the collateral damage, but the client had insisted that you only take out the one actually responsible for their death.

Skipping down to the end of the hall, you jump over their body and your tail catches hold of a door handle. You use the grip to swing yourself around in a wide arc and you continue down the corridor without breaking stride. You can hear the others further ahead, and you skid to a holt as you find yourself face to face with an indoor water reservoir. Moxxie and Millie have the target cornered…

Well, they have them in the room.

The prepper is wielding on hell of a gun, and you barely manage to dive behind the same load-bearing pillar Millie has ducked behind. She grabs hold of your arm and pulls you into her side, casting a glance around the corner towards the target.

“He ain’t firin’ ‘cause these are load-barin’ pillars.” she explains breathlessly. “But he’s got a lotta friends here we haven’t taken out yet.”

“Right,” you frown, watching Moxxie try and fail to line up a shot. The prepper fires a warning shot – giving Moxxie and the pillar a wide enough berth to avoid actually taking it down. Still, it blasts through the wall behind the three of you, rocking the room in a way that makes your stomach twist. “And Blitz is…?”

There’s a crash and a familiar shout of “Fuuuuck!” and you turn just in time to watch the air vents above the prepper collapse in twisted metal and dust, a flash of red skin and black leather falling down on top of them.

You and Millie burst into laughter as Blitzø rides the prepper’s shoulders like they’re a mechanical bull, his claws digging into the flesh of their face before he digs his gun out of his holster and cracks them over the head with the butt of it.

The prepper collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, and you barely manage to catch Blitzø’s victorious grin in the second before the two of them land in the reservoir with a splash.

You’re still laughing as the three of you emerge from behind the pillars, and you fold your arms across your chest as Moxxie wraps an arm around Millie’s waist and presses a kiss to her temple. Your laughter tapers off slowly, your brow furrowing as you watch the water still.

“Does, uh… does Blitz know how to swim?”

M&M sober too, and Moxxie takes an uncertain step forward, eying the water’s surface. “I mean, surely…”

You sigh heavily, quickly toeing off your shoes and shrugging out of your jacket. “Satan… damn it.”

Inhaling deeply, you sprint to the edge of the reservoir and dive, the shock of the icy water almost knocking the air right back out of you. The dive takes you deep, and you find yourself thanking whoever’s listening for the fact that you’d taken your Envy Ring ex up on their offer to teach you to swim. The glow of your eyes breaks through the ink-black around you and you manage to catch the subtle glint of the gun still clutched in your boss’ hand below you.

Kicking yourself down towards him, your hand catches hold of the lapel of his coat, fingers burning with the cold of the water. Blitzø’s eyes open as he feels your touch, his gaze blurred and unfocused as the last of his hair leaves his lungs in a stream of bubbles. His hands clutch at your arms in panic, and you haul him up towards you, and press your lips to his.

Blitzø’s eyes widen in surprise and you part your mouth, breathing air into his mouth. His hands relax slightly and you kick hard, pulling him up with you, wrapping your tail around his waist. Your lungs are burning painfully as you near the surface, your jaw gritted and your muscles straining as they drag up your water-logged bodies. The two of you break the surface with twin gasps, and you feel hands grab hold of you and tug you towards the reservoir’s edge.

Blitzø doesn’t release you even as Millie and Moxxie hold the two of you up; he presses his face into the curve of your neck, his breathing laboured. He chokes out a laugh, and you punch his shoulder.

“Ow! The fuck was that for?!”

“Asshole!” you snarl breathlessly. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“Me?” Blitzø gasps, breaking off into a coughing fit. He spits up water, gasping. “You’re the one who kissed me!”

Moxxie and Millie interject in unison. “You what?”

“I gave you air!” you argue defensively. “I saved your life, idiot!”

“Yeah, you did!” Blitzø grins widely, and he leans in to smack a kiss obnoxiously against your cheek. “Someone’s anglin’ for Employee of the Month!”

“Ugh!” you push him away with a scoff, holding back a smile as Moxxie helps you out of the water. Blitzø manages to swat your ass as you do, and you immediately unwind your tail from his waist so he collapses back into the water with a yelp. It’s only Millie’s hand on his arm that stops him from going under again, and he scowls up at you petulantly from under dripping brows. You blow him a kiss mockingly, bending down to scoop up your jacket and fishing your phone out of the pocket. “Now can we go home, please?”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[cosmicrot]

feel like a loser and a spoiled brat cause i'm so jealous that my friends have gaming consoles [god i want switch so bad] and that they get nice presents and they can afford things ontop of getting expensive presents given to them like

i'm supremely happy for them too it's so cool for them and i'm so glad they get to enjoy drawing and playing games and fancy nice clothes like genuinely it feels so bad to feel jealous because i'm also so genuinely happy for them

but i can't help but kind of hate my life cause we didn't celebrate at all this year, and so my only christmas present this year was a cheap sweater from walmart from my grandma [i'm very glad i got anything though it's warm and i will wear it until it starts fraying and pilling and gets too gross to wear] and cotton candy. And I didn't even get to eat the cotton candy because my nephew took it and my grandma told him he could.. it... literally being half of the only christmas present i got, and he basically went 'well i want it anyway'

last year my only christmas presents were a steam game, and a big bag of doritos my nephew got me. I don't even gets cards or well wishes or 5 dollars or anything anymore really.

fuck

[tmae3114]

y'know, given that I am a member of a faith with incredibly important central tenets of compassion and honesty - to the point that I am, technically speaking, forbidden to make promises because my word alone should be just as binding by default - it is incredibly exhausting, sad, and, frankly, painful, that fellow members of my faith are the very first people I have to suspect of dishonesty and deception

[burningcomputerpersona]

i am going to fucking explode this class with my mind. what the FUCK do you mean NO POINTS for late submissions. killing stabbing biting maiming

[afmis]

GUYS ITS ALMOST HALLOWEEN! IT’S FALL TIME! IT’S OCTOBER! THAT MEANS ITS C!BEEDUO TIME THEY’RE SO HALLOWEEN CODED ‼️ ITS THEIR SEASON

[phagodyke]

yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...

[butch-springsteen]

hmmm.

[sysig]

Lose myself to you (Patreon)

[salsflore]

[thattheater-kid]

💒 anon here again. To answer your question, no. I don't think that is normal :( I'm sorry.

Thank you. That’s, unfortunately, what I thought. I just didn’t know if maybe I was the one being weird, cause I might be. The other thing with her is the hypocrisy of commenting on other girls “wearing nothing” or “putting out” while telling me to wear something “sexy” or “mature”. I just really don’t like it.

[thethingything]

we have a dentist appointment tomorrow and on the plus side we're not really anxious about the appointment itself because the dentist was so nice last time and actually took our medical trauma into account.

unfortunately though we do have to have anaesthetic which makes us feel like shit for at least the rest of the day, and no matter how considerate the dentist is, having a medical professional touch us at all does still trigger certain trauma and then I end up having a bunch of panic attacks at some point within the next few days and it's a really shit time. I really don't wanna have to deal with that and the concept of it is making me nauseous

[widevibratobitch]

aaaaaaand it's starting. mom's bestie just texted me asking to come over this weekend cause it's Bad and it's probably the last chance to talk and maybe say goodbye to my mom's husband and i need to take care of her. god. i wont get through this weekend unless im high or drunk istg.

[im-traumatised]

A hard conversation with teenage me. Their whole life revolved around a specific goal, and now every sacrifice they made for it, is wasted.

[aw-bean-s]

Yknow I gotta say, I love sewing and a lot of ppl find a lot of body confidence or whatever from sewing. But for me I never felt bad about my body until every pattern I find is telling me I'm meant to have a 26 inch waist.