Just found out using dashes and semi colons are signs that something is written by ai </3 on my life I’ve never and will never use ai to write I just like using dashes and semicolons bc I love run on sentences and cutting people off
Sweat dripped down Susan’s arm as she continuously tweaked with the pistons in Sha’s arm, having been working on the same area for over an hour. The fans in the workroom were on, but they could only blow on you so much before they started to interfere with the work you were doing. She briefly sticks her tongue inside her cheek, sweat dripping down her temple the last straw for the evening. She drops the arm on the table, much harsher than normal, zipping her coveralls halfway down and stripping them off her arms.
The sudden movement catches your attention away from the blueprints you scanned over, her muscular arms strained as she tied the sleeves together around her waist, the white tank top she wore clashing against the stark black of her gloves. She leaned back over the table, hands grabbing at the edge of the table and making the muscle of her shoulders more defined. You caught yourself staring at her, but the shame you felt was underwhelming compared to the beauty of the sight in front of you, unable to look away as she rolls her head back and lolling it on its side. She lets out a deep sigh, rolling her shoulders back and stretching her arms before glancing over her shoulder at you, catching you staring at her.
“What?” She turns around only to seat herself in her wood chair, slouched with her legs spread open facing you, arms crossed across her chest. You had kissed several times, you almost had sex in her office, she was your lover, and you were embarrassed that you had been caught staring at her, mouth opening only for no sound to come out.
“I Uhm,” You struggled to think with her looking into your eyes from across the table, glancing down to take her gloves off and grab a cigarette from your pack on the table. The smell of the smoke, the way she looks with the cigarette dangling out of her mouth, the way she looked in the tanktop, and the intense eye contact she made with you, all of it made you dizzy. “Do you want help?” She shakes her head.
“I’m gonna take a break for now, wanna talk to you.” Your face burns, getting flustered as you look away from her. She snickers at you, taking the cigarette out of her mouth to blow smoke into the air. Her shirt was covered in oil stains, as was her face and little pieces of her hair, which she had regretfully not tied up before she clocked in. Her eyes were hooded and tired, she looked so beautiful when she was disheveled like this, sweating and dirty from working hard. The sound of it was perverse, and the way you felt was, too, the heat pooling in your lower stomach intense and unignorable. Your thighs rubbed together, the wetness in between becoming more widespread as you stared at your lover. Your breathing slowed, eyes glancing away as she chatted about the arm, something about Felix not ordering the right thing.
You felt bad that you couldn’t focus on what she was saying, but you needed her so bad you wouldn’t be able to if you tried, looking too good and sounding too good for you to be able to think straight. She got up, your gaze breaking to snap back to her as she walked around the table and to your side of the table, supporting herself with her right arm as she leans over your shoulder, looking over the blueprints you had scrawled in front of you. “Can I take a look at that?” Her words were soft spoken, almost whispers next to your ear, her breath tickling your neck. At this point, she had to know what she was doing to you, how something as juvenile as her whispering to you, as her being near you was affecting you like this.
“Uh, yeah. I'm just reviewing some of the more, uhm, basic prints right now. I’ve been working on Sha’s leg for so long I’ve forgotten everything else.” She hummed quietly next to you, free hand positioning itself on your back. You jolt at the touch, holding your breath in hopes that it would help her not feel how fast your heart was beating.
“Are you hot too? You’re sweating, I can turn the fan on if you want me to.” Your face gets impossibly hotter, eyes wide as you stare at her, feeling as though you had been caught. “You alright?”
“I’m okay, I’m just hot is all.” She nods, hand pulling back as you stand from your chair to turn the fan on. Instead of being able to move, you find yourself much closer to Susan, her face inches away from yours and her body leaning over top of you. She goes to move, to lean away from you and let you pass her, but everything in your body screams that the gap should be closed, that you need her touching you, her hands should be running across your body.
“Can I kiss you?” The words stop her in her tracks, staring down at you her mouth curves into a smile and she nods, arm wrapping around your shoulder and neck, pushing the back of your head forward. Her other hand slides up to your waist, pulling your body up against hers as your lips mold together, tasting better than anything you’d had before. You push your entire body into her, clenching around nothing when her hands run down to your hip, rubbing circles into the sensitive skin. Your hand reaches her jaw, pulling her overtop of you and making her pin you to the table behind you, ass hitting the edge before you scoot to sit on top of it. Your legs immediately find her hips with a loose hold, your other hand holding her waist and sliding up and down her side. She pulls away from you, catching her breath she lets you lean against her more.
“Seems like you want a bit more than a kiss, yeah?” She contemplated telling you that you shouldn’t be doing this at work, on top of your notes and drawing and blueprints, she should tell you that you both had to wait until you were home, that someone could walk in and see the both of you. “Are you sure?” Instead, she asks her subordinate for permission to perform misconduct on important documents and a company table, so desperate for your approval that she was practically salivating.
“Please.” Her lips met yours with fervor, the hand resting on your hip sliding down the side of your thigh, the other gripping the hair on the back of your neck gently, pulling your head back slightly. You squirm as her fingers begin to play with the button on your pants, leaving them undone and trailing her hand back up your abdomen, pushing the fabric of your shirt up and exposing your stomach. She pulls back once again making you huff in annoyance and impatience, the grin on her face and her ravenous eyes tracing the features of your face, then down your body.
She leans back in, this time her lips meeting the skin of your neck, soft pecks turning into much longer, much more intimate, and much more needy kisses, her teeth grazing your skin ever so lightly and making you shiver. Her hands moved back down to the waistband of your pants once again, wasting no time in unzipping them and pushing them down the tops of your legs. You lifted yourself slightly, giving her silent permission to do whatever she needed with them, pulling them all the way off your legs and tossing them over the stool you had just been sitting on. The air was still hot, skin already sticky with sweat and oil as her hands made their way down the outside of your thighs.
“Are you sure?” Her thumbs tickled the inside of your thighs, rubbing slow circles that brushed against the wet patch on your panties, face suddenly red as you realize how turned on you really are.
“Susan, please-mpphh!” A sloppy kiss cut you off, unrestrained and messy like she had been holding herself back from you, like you were a fresh meal and she was starved.
“Fingers or mouth?” The words were hardly audible against your lips, but your mind made sense of the whisper, even as her lips continued to clash against yours like she’d die if she pulled away. One hand holds your face, a gentle reminder that despite seeming like she would consume you any second, she still cared about you, still loved you. The other hand veered painstakingly close to your v-line, thumb tracing over your wet underwear and barely brushing against your clit, sending electric pulses through your entire body, hips pushed up as if to ask her for more. You could feel her smile against your mouth, her thumb now firm against you, rubbing you over the fabric.
“Fuck, either, both?” Your words were pleading, mere centimeters from her face, a string of spit connecting your mouths before falling away under you. You panted as she took her thumb away from your clit, eyes watching as her hand falls from your face, fingers hooking around the sides of your panties, silently instructing you to shimmy your hips and allow them to fall down your legs, catching on your ankle and staying there while she settles herself between your legs, hips pushing them apart as she returns to the task at hand. She teased your lips, fingers tracing over your mound and back down the sides of your pussy, coated in your arousal and becoming more slick the more she did it. She spread you open, eyes gazing down almost lovingly, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth as she admired you. Your face was on fire, almost not able to look at the scene in front of you, so embarrassed to have yourself completely exposed to her, to have her deft fingers teasing you like they were. Your breathing was heavy as her fingers finally dipped between your folds, running up and down, hitting the bundle of nerves that had been aching for her all day before moving down to dip the pads of her fingers into your entrance.
“So beautiful,” She brings her fingers up to her mouth, sucking your taste off of them before returning her spit covered fingertips to your pussy, this time landing directly on your clit in smooth, drawn out circles. You huff, knuckles white as you brace yourself against the table, her eyes cutting up at the sound and mouth spread into a smile. “And you taste amazing, can’t wait to get the real thing.” She leaned in close, lips moving against the shell of your ear, breath tickling your neck. She moved a little quicker, using the fact that you were as wet as you had ever been in your life against you, using the slip to make every sensation intense and almost overwhelming. You had never felt like this before, sure, you had sex with guys in the past, but it was never something you actually enjoyed, especially not like this. You wanted the feeling to last forever, the slow build, the heat, the pleasure. Suddenly, it was ripped from you, the feeling of her fingers on your bud gone in an instant. You mumbled, confused and needy at her menstruations, a smile growing wide on her face as you bucked your hips forward. “Want more?”
“Suze please, please keep going–”
“You want one inside?” You nodded, feverish enough that it made her giggle, the sound sending pulses through you. You wanted her, you needed her, she was a necessity and her fingers were becoming one, too. She pushed a finger inside of you, slow and careful, the sticky sound making you look away as her knuckles met your skin, her free hand slowly making its way down your body before continuing to rub circles on your clit, this time much faster than before, the finger inside of you slowly sliding out. Your jaw fell slack, arms wobbling as you tried your best to not fall back on the table, quiet moans choked back with your hand, pressed firm against your mouth. She continued thrusting her finger in and out, her hands in rhythm as she pressed soft kisses to your neck, unbuttoning the top of your shirt and kissing whatever skin she could find.
Dropping to her knees in front of you, she looked up at you and kept her eyes locked on yours, her arm flexing with every thrust of her finger. Despite being on her knees in front of you, you felt that she was much more fitting for the position you were in, wanting to see her form in its entirety, to worship her. Your head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the feeling of her hands on you, the feeling of her in you, hips moving in slow tandem with her hands. You can feel her breath on your inner thigh, lips grazing your skin as she watched your cunt take her finger in perfectly, admiring the rings of your slick that collected around her knuckle. “Want another one?” You let out an agreeable moan, her ring finger prodding at your entrance with a subtle stretch, filling you deliciously and grazing against a spot inside of you that made your back arch. She chuckled watching you buck into her hand, lips meeting the inside of your thigh again and again as she focused on filling you up, fingers scissoring inside of you before curling down. Your eyes shoot open at the pressure, rolling back and leaving your jaw slack, the hand covering your mouth shooting down to rest on the one she had playing with your clit.
“Feels so good…” You murmured praises to her as she continued to work on you, eyes loving as they looked up at you, sweat dripping down your forehead as you fucked yourself onto her fingers.
“Mhm?” You felt yourself clench around her fingers, nodding as you get closer. You wanted this to last forever, for her hands to be on you for the rest of your life, for her to touch you like this as long as you wanted. At the same time, you wanted nothing more than to cum, than to finally release the building tension in your lower stomach on her fingers. Her fingers hit that spot once again, almost knocking the breath out of you and leaving you panting above her, your pussy hugging her fingers as it pulsed and tightened around her. “Close?” You focused on the sensation, her fingers rubbing you so fast it was almost too much for you to handle.
“Trying-” It was strangled and pathetic sounding, trying to talk was near impossible as your head swam with indescribable pleasure, practically unable to think.
“That’s okay, take your time.” She maneuvered to stand over you again, her fingers hitting the spot inside of you over and over until you were sure you had flooded her palm, the squelching would’ve embarrassed you had you not been practically drunk on her. Her smell enveloped you as she leaned over your body, her head next to yours and lips taking advantage of your exposed skin, the feeling of her lips on your skin and the smell of her tipping you over the edge. “C’mon, cum for me–mmmph..” She moaned as you soaked her fingers, mouth falling open in erotic amazement. You bit down on your hand, eyes rolling back as your hips bucked up wildly, chasing the stimulation. Though a little slower than before, her fingers helped you ride through your orgasm as you came down from your high, gripping her arm and smearing oil all over yourself in the process. The sensation of her rubbing against you started to be overwhelming, almost hurting with how good it felt as you pawed at the hand still working on your clit, her fingers unmoving inside of you until she pulled them out, sucking them clean.
“Please– Suze, ‘s too much, please-” They slowed to a crawling pace, rubbing up and down the sides of your sticky cunt until she finally pulled them away, sliding her hands up your sides and pulling you into her, lips suddenly on yours in a very messy, very desperate kiss. You could still taste yourself on her tongue, and you could feel the vibrations of her groaning against your mouth, sending another wave of heat through your body. She pulls away, allowing your body to go limp against her own and resting your head on her shoulder, hand rubbing up and down your back as if she was consoling you.
“That feel good?” You wanted to laugh at her question, feeling so bizarre and almost unnatural to question such an experience. You could only nod, letting out a noise of agreement into the crook of her neck and planting a kiss there. You could feel her suck in a short breath at the feeling, before she pulled away from you and held your chin in her hand, looking into your eyes with a soft smile. It almost felt uncharacteristic to have her looking at you so kindly, eyes so gentle it almost scared you.
“We should get back to work, yeah?”
“I want to make you feel good.” She was taken aback by the sudden declaration, scanning your very serious features for any sign of uncertainty.
“You don’t have to–”
“Want to.” Her face turned red, it was her turn to not be able to speak as your fingers traced her hips and sides much like hers did to yours. She kissed your forehead, rubbing the back of your head with her nails before pulling away completely, putting distance between the two of you like she was scare you were going to jump her.
“I want you to come over tonight.”
self indulgent wlw porn i wrote the SECOND CyberFun Tech came out in 2024, hope you enjoyed bc there is a huge lack of TWF content and ESPEICALLY for Susan. I <3 6ft tall lesbians
the way he gets excited when he meets her and acts like he's meeting a celebrity? him kneeling in front of her and telling her in earnest that she is loved and that he loves her? wicked.
the way he regards her as a creator, telling her that he wouldn't be without her and begging her to let him 'fix her'. hes almost treating her like some sort of divine figure, him kneeling to her is almost like veneration. like get the fuck out of my face please.
Edit: fym he actually loves her im sick of this madness
"What's wrong, baby?" His hand came to cup your cheek, thumb swiping a tear from your face. His touch was a violent contrast to the condescending tilt in his voice and the way his hips snapped into you, each thrust massaging the spot deep in your cunt that had your eyes rolled back and toes curled. His other hand was slotted between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in quick circles that sent tears down your cheeks. "Is it too much? Hm?"
"Fuuuuuck---Tobypleaaseee--" You could hardly think, moaning through drool and a slack jaw, and he was giggling in your face? The hand caressing your face moved to grip your hair, turning your head and pushing it into the bed, his thrusts getting deeper and harder. You were close to cumming again, whines and moans falling from your lips as you push back against his abdomen and wriggle forward, running from the constant abuse on that spot inside of you.
"Yeah, you can handle it." He pulls you right back up by your hips, ignoring your hands scratching at his chest and holding you in place. You were so far gone that the squelching from between your bodies didn't embarrass you anymore, instead reminding you of how many orgasms he'd worked out of you. "C'mon baby, you can do it." You felt the release of pressure as you squirted, trickling between your legs and splashing back on his abdomen as he snickers in your ear. "There it is."
He slows down before he stops completely, caressing your back and kissing behind your ear as he slides out of you, laying you flat on your back. His touch was sweet, gentle as he wiped sweat from your skin and looked down at you with those big, doey eyes, whispering without the prior sarcasm about how much he loves having you like this, how he loves the way you trust him, and how much he loves you
going through the drafts of a proxy longfic i was writing in like 2023, i hated it and deleted most of it but reading it now its genuinely better than anything i've written recently and im so mad. what the hell is my problem
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BEN who stalks you through your webcam for weeks before he even tries to make himself known. He moves your mouse around your screen and stops when you look back up from your phone, confused.
BEN who starts to get more ballsy, closing out your tabs and moving your mouse around when you're actually looking. You download malware and even buy a premium subscription to one to no avail.
BEN who notices that you've stopped using your laptop, so he moves to your phone. Texting you through your own number, putting little messages in your notes app that aren't supposed to be threatening but come off that way. God fucking forbid you have an Alexa or an iPhone, he's using that shit to actually talk to you.
BEN who finally comes out one day, reaching a finger through your screen. Has a little giggle fit when you scream and drop your phone, running away. Waits until you've calmed down to pop up in the mirror behind you.
BEN who chases you around for a little before explaining that he doesn't have ill will toward you, he just liked watching you. It doesn't help ease your nerves, but you learn to live with him.
BEN who notices you using your computer again, playing the Sims on your shitty laptop that can barely handle it. Waits for you to start playing multiplayer before he jumps on into the game with you, making it known that it's him while you run around together in game.
BEN who finally realizes into a physical form. He reeks of weed and sweat. He's cute though! Nothing a shower can't fix, right?
BEN who spends the rest of the night with you playing an FPS or something sweet like stardew valley or minecraft. You're used to him at this point, and you don't even flinch when he hops into the computer and hacks diamonds and netherite into your game.
BEN who looks like a normal, human boy except for the black sclera and what you think is blood pouring out of them. You decide it's not your business and continue on with your little date, getting sad when the sun comes up in the windows, and you realize you have to go to bed.
BEN who crawls out of your TV the second you wake up and go downstairs for breakfast, reclining on the couch like he owns the place, eyes red and mouth dry as fuck. He watches you come down and offers you the blunt in his hand, which he had smoked half of already. Giggles when you cuss at him for smoking in your house, putting it out on the bottom of his boot and asking you whats for breakfast.
Masterlist of all of my work :). Just a reminder that I don't want minors interacting with my NSFW content. I'm not responsible for the media you consume.
CREEPYPASTA/SLENDERVERSE
NSFW CONTENT, SMUT
THEIR FAV POSITION...
THEIR FAVORITE WAY TO EAT YOU OUT...
HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO?
THEIR BIGGEST KINKS...
SUB OR DOM?
DREAM TEAM...
ANGST
THEIR MOST TOXIC TRAIT...
FLUFF
THEIR PET NAME FOR YOU....
THEIR REACTION TO YOU GETTING CUTENESS AGGRESSION...
THEIR PET NAMES FOR YOU
STARRING… T.WRIGHT, B. THOMAS, HABIT, T. ROGERS, J. WOODS, J. NYRAS, J. ARKENSAW, N. OUELLETTE
TIM WRIGHT - LOVE
You're his love! He loves you so much he can't help but tell you about it, and what better way to do that than replace your name with the word 'love?' Burying his face in the crook of your neck while you cook or sit on the couch reading and breathing out a 'how are you, love?' Something's off, and it's my pants. Most importantly to him, though, it feels intimate, a type of intimacy he's never had before, one that he experiences with you daily. It's almost his little reminder that what you have is real.
BRIAN THOMAS - HONEY
A classic, sweet and simple. Being from the south, honey is so versatile, but it's an expression of love that transcends all relationships. My maw, mom, random men (yuck), my partners, everyone uses it for everyone. You're just so sweet, you're like his own personal honey! It's also very husband, if that makes sense? Like yeah, you aren't legally married, and he kills people or whatever, but he's soooo husband!
HABIT - RABBIT
Not in a sweet way, but in a 'I'm a hunter, and you're a rabbit' way. Its demeaning, not cute, though you might take it that way. He usually calls you by your name but whips that one out when you're particularly vulnerable, it adds to that feeling of arrogance. You're reduced to a small, stupid prey animal, and he's your superior. I don't really see him as addressing you by anything other than your name 99% of the time.
TOBY ROGERS - BABY
I think this one is mutual for you both, but I can't see him using anything different. You're his baby and he's yours! You take care of each other, hold each other up, keep each other company. You love each other. I think he spams the fuck out of it, too. You barely hear your real name anymore, and he uses it in such a gentle and loving way, you prefer it. I'd say the only time he says your name is when he's trying to get your attention, or he's upset with you. Other than that its baby, baby, baby.
JEFFERY WOODS - BABE
Says it exactly how you think too, like a total douche. He means well -- you're a total babe! That's what it boils down to, 'baby' feels to sweet to him, 'honey' just isn't his thing, but babe? That's the closest to sweetness you'll get in this relationship. A little 'hey babe', kiss on the cheek, asking you about your day, it's the most domestic you'll see his rabid ass. He loves pulling it out when he's made you mad, hitting you with the 'c'mon babe, don't be like that!'
EYELESS JACK - PET
Kind of an eye-opener of how he sees you; you're a human so you're automatically kind of below him, he sees you the same way you'd see one of your favorite pets. You love them, dote on them, care for them, buy them things, talk to them as if they can understand you. He thinks humans are a little dumb and couldn't understand half of the thoughts he has, and he lumps you in there, too. You're cute, and he loves you (at least his own form of love), but there's a limit to how he views you as a person.
JANE ARKENSAW - DARLING
You're her sweet darling girl, specifically. It's another classic, but she uses it in a way that makes you feel like its never been said before. It makes you feel special, like you're the center of her world when she says it. But she does find you so darling, you're her favorite person. It's almost always 'my darling', not just darling on its own. She's so cutie pie central.
NATALIE OUELLETTE - ANGEL
She sees you as being the most beautiful thing that's walked into her life -- she's not religious, but you make her feel like she's having a spiritual experience every time she sees you. You're her angel, her saving grace that keeps her upright when shits going down in her life. She thinks you look angelic, even when you're sleeping and snoring, or you're locked in on a book or cooking or breathing. You're her little slice of heaven <3
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Creepypastas... Reacting to you getting cuteness aggression over them... 👀
I think TIM just kind of... lets it happen? You wanna bite him? Go for it. You want to squeeze him and crawl all over him like a bug? Whatever, he doesn't care as long as his lady is happy. Very indifferent unless he's in the middle of something, then he might shrug you off.
Similar to Tim, BRIAN doesn't seem to give a gaf. Even if he's in the middle of something, he'll put it down and finish later; his lady wants something, so he's gonna let it happen until you get it all out. He might bite you back, but other than that there's no fighting back on his part.
HABIT is gonna take it personally. Oh, you wanna rough house? He can rough house. I think he experiences cuteness aggression toward you but in a more violent way that leads to bruises and cut marks, and more often than not he's gonna be the one having it, not you. He doesn't understand what it is or why he feels it, and he sure as hell doesn't understand why you get it toward him. It almost disgusts him.
TOBY loves it, he eats it up every time! He wants to hear how cute and handsome you think he is, squeeze his face, bite him, try and strangle him a little bit about it -- whatever you want to do, he wants you to do. He also gets cuteness aggression from you, most of the time it feels really random, but it makes sense to him.
JEFF is confused. I'M confused. How are you getting cuteness aggression from him? Out of everyone he's the ickiest, I feel like you have to be trying really, really hard to be able to genuinely call him cute. In the one in a million chance that you do, he kind of holds you down so you can't do much about it, pinning you to his chest or laying on top of you until you chill the fuck out.
JACK is intrigued by the reaction to whatever it is he's doing. You think him sitting and doing whatever is cute? Whatever you say, gorgeous. He likes to let you get your aggression out, it's like playing with a puppy to wear them out enough to go to sleep. He thinks of it as a way for you to get your energy out in a healthy and meaningful (at least to you) way. It's a bonus that he gets praise out of it from his favorite pet <3
JANE is a cutie pie so it's to be expected. She gets irritated depending on the timing and how she's already feeling, but if she's in a good mood she likes the attention. Like yeah, you're right, she is the cutest thing in the world when she's just sitting there doing nothing. She lets you get it out however you need to, and a lot of the time your cuteness aggression toward her makes her cuteness aggressive toward you. It's an endless cycle.
NATALIE is confused but lets it happen. She's almost suspicious, feeling like you've done something to be doting on her like that. Did you break something? What the hell is your problem and why? Once she comes around to the idea, especially after the first few times, she loves it. She's like a cat that actually wants to be pet, rubbing their head on you and meowing, you swear to god when you tell her you want to squeeze her to death she starts purring.
THEIR MOST TOXIC TRAIT (OTHER THAN BEING A SERIAL KILLER)
FEATURING... T.WRIGHT, B. THOMAS, HABIT, T. ROGERS, J. WOODS, J. NYRAS, J. ARKENSAW, N. OUELLETTE
TIM WRIGHT - INSECURE JEALOUSLY
Canonically? Tim is a very emotionally damaged man who has been through hell and back more times than you can count. He doesn't believe in his own self-worth, which is deeply sad and unfortunately something that impacts all of his relationships, not just yours. He's jealous of everything, not just other people; You laugh too hard at something/someone other than him? You have more fun without him. You enjoy spending time by yourself? You'd be better off without him in your life. You grew up with parents who were present in your life? He wishes he had that growing up. God forbid you talk to someone more attractive than him, you'd look better with them, they'd treat you better, blah blah blah.
BRIAN THOMAS - EMOTIONAL ABSENCE
You're in a relationship with Brian, right? Right? RIGHT? Sometimes you don't know, sometimes it feels like he's a completely different man than the one you grew to love. Sometimes he feels so distant, even when you're cuddling on the couch together, on a date, making sweet, sweet love. You're so vulnerable with him, that's what makes a relationship work, right? So how come he doesn't reciprocate? Sometimes you feel alone with another person in the room, a person who you love, even when you're sharing intimate moments.
HABIT - GENUINELY EVIL
The guy kills and tortures people for fun. I'd say that sadism carries over to your relationship in the forms of apathy and him just being mean spirited. Asks you about something you're passionate about just to tell you to shut the fuck up halfway through and walk away. Tripping you, purposefully ruining your things, stealing and hiding your shit. I could see him also doing generic asshole stuff like turning the lights off while you shower and stealing your clothes, eating the last of one of your foods. From his own words, "I may not be the greatest guy!" And he most certainly is not!
TOBY ROGERS - EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY
Guy is unmedicated bipolar, as someone who was unmedicated bipolar (Take your meds guys) that shit carries over EVERYWHERE. Jobs, familial relationships, friendships, relationships. Day to day mood swings are a real thing, going from being irritable yet energetic one hour to being all cuddly and sweet the next. Within a week he'll go from making some of the worst decisions of his life, running you through the ringer with out of character fights and some of the most exciting moments in your relationship (EXTRA fun adventures inspired by a manic brain), then by the end of the week he's the shell of a person. He lays in bed all day, not moving, hardly breathing, not eating or drinking anything. He's irritable and sad, arguments still happen but with an attitude that makes you pity him more than anything. When he's between episodes, he's probably one of the better partners on the list.
JEFFERY WOODS - HOSTILITY
Everything is personal and everything is infuriating when you're Jeffery Woods. Sometimes you say something with no intention of being antagonistic, and yet, that's how it's reacted to. It's easy to set him off, and arguments, especially the emotional damage, are just as much masochistic as they are sadistic. He says things to intentionally hurt you so you say things that hurt him, rinse and repeat. He's quick to put his hands on other people, fist fighting and slap boxing being his two favorite things to do when someone accidentally sets him off.
EYELESS JACK - POSSESSIVE JEALOUSY
You're his. There's nobody and nothing that can take you away from him. Sometimes he sees you as more of a possession than a person, and a lot of his jealously surrounds other people trying to take you away from him. Has spells where someone just talking to you, regardless of who it is, sets him off in a frenzy. I don't think he ever takes it out on you in the form of physical or even verbal aggression, but you feel it in the isolation it brings. You're his, why would you need anyone else, anyway?
JANE ARKENSAW - CYNICAL
She's a bit paranoid; everyone has a reason behind everything. That person being nice to her is only doing that to gain something, whether it be money, information, maybe they're even after her. The same goes for you, unfortunately. You do something nice for her? It leaves her wondering what you want from her. It's a bad habit she tries to break, but she can't help but wonder with every kind gesture if anyone can be good-natured, doing something out of the kindness of their hearts with no ulterior motives.
NATALIE OULLETTE - NOT SERIOUS ENOUGH
Even in the moments that require it, she can't bring herself to stay serious. She has to either make a joke out of it, be sarcastic, or stay guarded. The lack of vulnerability comes in the form of rolled eyes or laughing herself out of the situation, and it makes it feel like you're friends with benefits and not in a real, committed relationship. There's a severe lack of real, unfiltered conversations and there's about zero chance you'll see her cry, she'll crack a joke before it gets to that.
Cannot emphasize enough that these are BAD things and that a good partner would NOT do ANY of this. pls don't settle for less unless its a fictional serial killer #speakingfromtheheart
