“go ahead, use me as you wish, even stab me in the back if you see fit. exploitation and treachery are simply tools of the trade.”
this is primarily a nsfw blog that will write/interact w dark content !!
welcome most, my name is CALIGULA but you're more than welcome to call me cali !! or any other nicknames you think of <3
my blog that you'll see all my interactions from is @somebodysweetheartt.
i'm twenty-one, i use he/it pronouns, and i'm transmasc, non-binary, and mlm. the general guidelines and rules for this blog are below as follows:
↬ i take suggestions/thoughts/thirsts, not requests — i made this blog bc i already think so many thoughts about the characters, and decided to bless you all by sharing them.
↬ we can be mutuals you just have to ask !! :)
↬ ABSOLUTELY NO incest*, pedophilia (DDLG; MDLB; ageplay), necrophilia, snuff, scat, watersports*, feet, or any other weird shit. (DNI if you write for any of those topics — * = those of you who write for this may interact, but i will Not take any asks for it. 🧑🦯)
↬ i do, however, write/take suggestions for darker content such as: yanderes, dub-con, non-con, toxic thoughts/ideas/relationships, or anything involving drug/alcohol use, perhaps even....some light cannibalism.
↬ no a/b/o — this isn't personal, i just never learned ab it and don't intend to do so now either.
↬ x reader suggestions only !! (character/reader/character is fine tho !!) additionally, i only write for an afab reader, but gn or no pronouns will be used by default. <3
↬ i do not take suggestions w specific features pertaining to the reader.
↬ i do not write anal. (this includes pegging.)
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looking for hsr (or genshin) mutuals (18+!) !!! please i genuinely dont have anyone i can talk to ab these games and i need to start writing again someone hmu
okay so. the final third of 2025 is when everything kinda started falling apart and idek remember wtf was going on before that but it was lowkenuinely the second worst year of my life 😭 read at your own discretion its just me spilling my guts tbh i've been goin thru it
lost uhm. not A Lot of friends, per se, but two Really Close friends.... one of which was my irl 🤕🤕 i wont go into the details but both losses were so unnecessary and 100% avoidable on both ends.. erm
yall dont have to read this bit but i'm lowk bipolar AND bpd (help.... please..) and i just recently fully emotionally detached from my fp of a little over 5yrs and i'm trying to figure out how to non chalantly stop talking to them without being evil about it.....
OH... yo i dont even know how i forgot this one but . :( we had to put our dog of 8yrs down in late december and that one hurt the most holy shit i'm still not done grieving im getting teary eyed writing this icl i havent cried since it happened and thats definitely gonna bite me in the ass soon.... fuck my stupid baka life
we literally got a puppy not even two weeks after btw....... dont get me wrong he's really really fuckin cute but ?? goddamn bro.. i miss my big boy D: 💔💔💔💔💔💔
i havent actually written/finished anything since Roommates i'm ngl. and i wrote like 85%?? 90%???? of pt2 bro 😭😭😭😭 literally 7K WORDS....... and i just fell off.. the political state of the us doesnt help either LMAOFOOO (😐😐😐 i cant keep doing ts brother)
so anyway here's to uhm. uh..... one part that i legally cannot say and the other part.. PLEASSEEE let me finish roommates pt2 god pleaseplase please im so close please yall r gonna eat it up i just need a final burst of energy (someone feel free to dm me and ask to read it so you can hype me up pls and thx ill kiss you on the mouth (only if you want it))
would yall still love me if i said i'm starting a new blog..... 💀💀🙏 (i alr made the intro, now i'm working on my first post — it features 8 characters from 2 different games from the same company)
okay. who wants to read what i have of and they were roommates pt2 (6.8k words.. and then i just. stopped... what is wrong w me bruh) bc im ab to start working on it again 😈🙏
okay. who wants to read what i have of and they were roommates pt2 (6.8k words.. and then i just. stopped... what is wrong w me bruh) bc im ab to start working on it again 😈🙏
hey guys i'm still alive ive js been writing and they were roommates..!? pt2 and also working at my irl job so please be patient w me 🙏 (it's almost done tho 😁)
hey guys i'm still alive ive js been writing and they were roommates..!? pt2 and also working at my irl job so please be patient w me 🙏 (it's almost done tho 😁)
hihi can you write sunday, anaxa, and/or aventurine with a really bipolar reader? i'm finally manic again after being depressed for months and i missed that feeling so bad (i missed my antipsychotics for like 3 days lol) so maybe you can include reader being off their meds? or maybe smth like they starting taking a new med in particular (my dr recently upped my vyvanse dosage bc i have rlly bad adhd too) and i've js been like pulling all nighters/only sleeping for a few hours and have been writing non stop and hanging out/calling online friends constantly to avoid being alone so take all this as you will
on nights when your mind races with unrelenting energy, sunday becomes your anchor. he listens patiently as you speak of dreams and fears, his presence a calming force amidst the storm. you talk about the stars, about death, about love like it's a fever dream you're stuck inside - and he listens. sunday doesn’t try to interrupt you. he just shifts closer, pressing his forehead to yours, grounding you in something steady. “i’m here,” he’ll whisper, over and over, until the weight starts to drain from your chest.
when words fail, he hums a soft melody, the same one he used to play for his sister, letting the gentle notes soothe your restless thoughts.
during your lows, when silence envelops you, he doesn't press for conversation. instead, he sits beside you, holding your hand, offering silent support. his unwavering presence assures you that you're not alone, no matter where your emotions take you. he never tries to fix you. he just stays - and sometimes, that’s everything.
#𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗫𝗔
you confuse him. at first. logic doesn’t map the way your emotions swing from wildfire to ash, and no philosophy can hold all your light and all your dark. but instead of withdrawing, anaxa studies you - not like a subject, but like a sacred text.
anaxa approaches your emotional fluctuations with a blend of logic and empathy. when you're overwhelmed with energy, he gently guides you through grounding exercises, helping you channel your thoughts constructively. he might suggest writing down your ideas or engaging in a calming activity together. when you’re up late pacing, voice rising with the rush of energy, he keeps his own movements calm, lets you burn until you’re ready to sleep.
during depressive episodes, he remains close, offering a steady hand and a listening ear. he doesn't claim to have all the answers but provides a safe space for you to express yourself. his consistent support helps you navigate the highs and lows, reminding you of the strength within you. he’ll sit with a hand resting over yours, saying little but offering you presence. you don’t have to explain. not to him. he never demands consistency, only honesty. “it’s alright to be many things,” he murmurs once as you’re drifting. “so long as you let me stay for all of them.”
#𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘
you scare him sometimes - not because he doesn’t love you, but because you remind him that not everything can be calculated. your moods don’t follow odds or strategy, and aventurine is used to predicting people. but you? you're the outlier he doesn't want to predict - just understand. aventurine treats your emotional swings as part of the grand game of life, embracing each moment with enthusiasm.
during manic phases, he matches your energy, engaging in spontaneous adventures or late-night conversations. he ensures that your excitement is met with understanding and shared joy. when you're bouncing off the walls with grand plans at 2am, he’ll laugh, wrap his arms around you and say, “alright, my beautiful chaos, what’s the play tonight?”
when depression sets in, he shifts gears, offering comfort through light-hearted stories or simply being present without demands. he respects your need for space while subtly reminding you of the vibrant moments you've shared. he rides the waves - not trying to steer, just holding you steady when the water rises. his adaptability and unwavering support make him a reliable partner through every emotional turn.
need yall to know that ive been saying cro non stop and got all my irls and some mutuals in on it and there will be a reference to this in the upcoming pt.2 to and they were roommates..!?
character: anaxa <33
genre: p0rn w/ plot
summary: having anaxa as a roommate doesn’t go as planned.
warnings: afab reader, modern au, reader is mentioned to smoke weed, anaxa is a lil shit, closet perv anaxa, panty stealing, masturbation, i believe in freaknaxa supremacy, uhm lazy ending but there will be a pt2 dw
a/n: shout tf out to @astofofo for this idea omfg
you first met anaxa when you’d posted the ad for a new roommate—the last one had ended up stealing some of your shit, and when you found out, and while you had been contemplating not renewing the lease with them, this was the final straw and cemented your decision.
he seemed sensible enough, if not a little arrogant? or snarky.., but all around well rounded and exactly what you were looking for in a roommate—besides, he had mentioned that you two wouldn’t even have to interact at all, something that pleased you greatly considering how clingy your last roommate was and how tired you were.
little did you know that you would end up falling hard for mr. anaxagoras.
it started with small things—his mannerisms, the way he spoke, ..his good looks, obviously, how fucking smart he was?? even if he made you feel like a fucking idiot sometimes. even if he had a bit of a tendency, not to mansplain, but as you’ve begun affectionately calling it, anaxsplain. because you wholeheartedly believed he was just.. Like That. and that he would always anaxsplain regardless of his gender.
it wasn’t until things started going missing that you began to wonder if you’d made a mistake. but.. it wasn’t things your old roommate had stolen (like your weed, money, even some of your favorite clothes), no, it was something much more intimate this time..
the first time your panties had disappeared, you just assumed you misplaced them…. until they showed up washed and in your drawer unprompted when you swear you looked there. ..it didn’t occur to you until a few months later, when this became a repeated offence that maybe your roommate had something to do with this..?
no, surely not. he doesn’t seem like the type, right? he always paid his portion of the rent on time, made sure you paid yours on time, even cooked dinner for the both of you from time to time. a man like that had no business stealing your underwear….
so, you simply deluded yourself into believing that it was some other factor for your magically disappearing and then reappearing, freshly washed panties..!
the first night you were out with a friend, though, you had told anaxa, just so somebody would know where you were and what you were doing while you were out and about. anaxa, of course, took note of this, and waited until at least half an hour after you were gone to stalk into your dark bedroom. god forgive him for what he’s about to do, but…. it really isn’t his fault! you were just so.. tempting! you may have fallen first, but anaxa fell harder. much harder than he’d like to admit.
already in his casual wear for the evening, he sits on the edge of your bed, feeling the mattress dip beneath him as he imagines you sitting by his side—or maybe on his lap. either way, he thinks about the two of you kissing, slowly at first, building up to something much more heated. leaning back into the bedding, he can feel his blood starting to flow to his dick instead of his brain, and he lets out a quiet sigh before readjusting himself to lay in your bed fully so he can rest his head against your pillows.
slowly, one hand trails down his abdomen, pretending it was your fleeting touch, until it reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. god… should he really commit to the bit like this?
his cock twitches in response to his moral dilemma before he gives into his more perverse desires and uses both hands to tug his pants down to his knees, followed by his boxers, and he inhales sharply at the feeling of the cold air of your room hitting his sensitive and flushed cockhead. that part was on him, though… as of late, he’d taken to setting the thermostat to colder than it usually was, just to see your stiffened nipples through your shirt whenever you weren’t wearing a bra around the house.
spitting into his hand—he wishes it was your saliva—he grasps his twitchy shaft before slowly starting to jerk it up and down….
“mmh,” he hums softly, grateful that you had mentioned something about staying the night at a friend’s tonight. this would give him plenty of time to jork it and cover his tracks by washing your sheets!
truthfully speaking, he came much faster than he’d care to admit.. and then twice over. sure, he was a little overstimulated, but he doesn’t know when he'll get this chance again! he simply just took advantage of it, that's all. i mean, why wouldn’t he? when you were so…. he doesn’t have the words for it, and perhaps that was part of the reason he was enamored by you.
finishing himself off for the fourth and final time around one in the morning, he takes a long moment to merely lay there and recuperate so he could wash your bedspread clean of his sins. he even stays up the whole laundry cycle so he can make your bed to even neater than before he’d soiled your resting place.
he’s finally done around seven, and he’s quite pleased with himself this time. sure, he’d jerked himself off with your panties before, but that was in the privacy of his own bedroom. what he had done tonight was something else entirely….
sitting on the edge of your bed once more, he falls back onto the comforter and closes his eyes as his pretty green hair sprawls out behind him and his breathing begins to slow. he was exhausted after tonight’s gooning session—not that he would EVER. refer to it as that—and couldn’t resist the temptation of sleep as a little smile tugs at the corners of his full lips.
unfortunately for anaxa, you had come home around 9:30, stumbling to your room hungover as hell when you spotted him just laying there, on your freshly made bed. because you know you hadn’t washed your sheets in perhaps an embarrassing amount of time. oh wow. what were you supposed to do with this situation..?
deciding to let him rest and spare him the embarrassment, you make your way to the living room and crash on the couch until around noon. and whenever you woke up, you realized you had been covered with a blanket in your slumber—and the only person who could’ve done this was your roommate, of course. man…. he’d been oddly considerate recently, so.. maybe you should do something for him? ..but what? certainly something to think on.
anaxa, who had woken from his nap about half an hour after you got home and passed out on the couch, quickly flees your room, gently shutting the door behind him, and silently prays you weren’t home yet—or that you at least hadn’t stopped by your room…… even if he knows that may be unlikely. okay, well at least there was no evidence of his jizz on your bedsheets, so you couldn’t exactly accuse him of anything other than missing you (and he did, but you weren’t allowed to know that).
when he finds you asleep on the couch in the living room, he feels some sense of relief as he grabs a blanket from .. well, wherever y’all decided to store them before making his way over to your peaceful form and he can feel his heart clench a bit. … what an odd feeling. it was one he wasn’t used to, so he wasn’t sure how to interpret his feelings, but he did know that he needed to touch you… to dissect you and devour you whole.
a few days soon go by and you can feel a certain tension in the air beginning to thicken. ever since you found him conked out in your freshly made bed?? something had to be up. men don’t just fuckin’ wash your sheets and make your bed for you. not unless they wanted something from you, or perhaps just you yourself.
then, one day, you both happened to be in the hallway at the same time—which would normally be fine except for the fact that, uhm. well, you really can’t help the way your eyes take in his half naked form—the way his towel is slung so low on his hips should be illegal.
okay so clearly you had just caught him as he’d gotten out of the shower, which would be fine except for the fact that he had a noticeable boner through the thin fabric that was covering his dick, but not his prominent v–line. good lord he looked delicious.. suddenly you were overcome with the urge to lick him, and you can feel your mouth starting to pool with drool. damn!! take a breath, thirsty; he cannot know that you wish he’d give you a chance.
later that night though, you couldn’t help the way one of your hands snuck past the waistband of your panties and started toying with your clit—gently at first, just to tease yourself, until the image of a mostly naked anaxa popped into your mind, and all of sudden you found yourself jerking it to the thought of the erection you’d caught sight of earlier.
“nngh,” you moan softly, momentarily forgetting about your thinner than you’d prefer walls as two of your fingers come to gather slick from your hopelessly empty cunt to further lubricate your clit. “‘n–naxa,” you whine, back arching a bit as you work yourself up to an orgasm.
you don’t even notice the way your door slowly opens and how anaxa stands there ominously—silently listening to your whimpers and whines of his name, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t start palming his hardening dick at your pretty noises.
“aa–aah!” you cum with a cry, hips lifting off the bed as you rub yourself through your orgasm, when you finally noticed that stupid green haired man standing there. what the fuck!? how long had he been there!?
“an–anaxa!” you squeal, sitting up in bed and yanking your hand out from between your legs. “wh–what the fuck are you doing here!?” you ask him incredulously.
“you aren’t exactly quiet, y’know,” he tells you bluntly. “i was going to offer my assistance since i noticed you eye fucking me earlier, but it seems you took care of yourself well enough,” he says indifferently, but secretly aching with the need to touch and fuck you. maybe.. just maybe if he played his cards right….. tonight could be the night..?
“you— huh?” you say dumbfoundedly, jaw dropping. what!! what was he implying by that! “well— just hold on a second–!” oh, this was going to make for a great conversation...
