Love how Sharp Objects consistently explores the way the parents prefer the dead children to the living ones because how they are able to perfectly control the image and legacy of the child into something that reflects well on them in the community at the expense of both the true personality of the dead child and the autonomy and well being of their living children
My least favorite new politically correct term is "unhoused." Like you can just tell it was created to make liberals feel less icky when talking about homeless people.
I was homeless. I was homeless as a child and as an adult. That shit sucks believe it or not.
The uncertainty. The ever-present grimy feeling from lack of access to running water. Having nothing to your name. The shame you feel is asking your fellow man for the bare minimum. Just so much shame, man.
"Unhoused" is so clinical. A technical term. Sure, its not incorrect, but it doesn't properly convey the emotional and psychological impact homelessness has on you.
Wait, perv!Rabbot x reader where reader comes home from work and sees Robby and Jack going at it and she’s surprised at first but then she thinks “Of course the do that to each other, they’re even closer friends than they are to me!” (Maybe she internally calls herself an idiot or something for not realizing that of course they’re intimate with each other, that’s what friends do.)
- @autisticoscarpiastri
I just love the idea that they're slowly conditioning you to want more and more and more (cause they do too)
perv!rabbot x naive!roommate!reader (prev ⋆ masterlist ⋆ next) | nsfw, mdni, 18+, lots of rabbot doing things to each other in this one
At first you think you're hearing things.
You are exhausted after pulling a double.
But then you hear it again, that unmistakable moaning coming from Robby's room.
Your cheeks instantly heat up and you turn on your heel to leave, to run right back out the door, to give him some semblance of privacy while he...does what he needs to do.
But then you stop. He sounds so strained, so pent up, maybe you should be a good friend and offer to help him?
Shy steps carry you down the hall where you notice the door slightly ajar, warm light spilling out into the otherwise dark condo.
He's supposed to be getting ready for work anyway, you can definitely help him speed this along so that he can have more time to eat some breakfast.
He moans again and whatever apprehension you have dissolves as you step up to push the door open.
Your hand doesn't even make contact with the wood when your eyes land on him...and Jack.
They're both sat against the headboard, chests bare, sheets covering their lower bodies from view.
Robby's head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed as Jack strokes his dick, swift and slick movements.
Of course they help each other out too.
They were best friends before you came into the picture, what did you expect?
But seeing it in the flesh is something else entirely.
You're salivating, drool practically dripping out of your mouth. And don't even get yourself started on the pooling in your panties.
This should not be turning you on this much! This is not about you, this is about them getting what they need...so why is your hand sliding into the waistband of your pants, fingers dragging along your folds to pick up the slick that has gathered at your opening and bring it up to your clit?
You almost make a sound as your fingers start to draw lazy circles in tandem with Jack's movements.
You focus on Robby's face, on the blissed out expression that contracts his features, on the delicious wrinkles you want nothing more than to run your lips over.
Fuck, you seriously need to stop sexualizing your friends. They're more than just objects. Sure, they help you out from time to time but you feel so icky thinking about them like that all the time.
It's like you can't think about anything else whenever you're alone together.
"Fuck Jack," Robby moans as Jack swipes his thumb over his purpling tip, a gush of precum spilling from the movement.
"That's it," Jack groans into Robby's ear. "You think she'd feel this good around your cock?"
Robby shudders, breath getting caught up between another moan and a whimper.
"Her hands are so much smaller," Jack chuckles. "Don't think they'd wrap around you fully."
Robby's hips buck into Jack's hand in response and a little gasp escapes your lips.
Your other hand comes up over your mouth in an instant but the damage is already done.
They stop, both their gazes catching a glimpse of you behind the door. But they don't call you out, don't chastise you, don't tell you to leave.
Instead, Jack resumes his movements and Robby moans louder.
After a second your heart settles and you resume your own, your clit screaming at you for more but you don't dare change it up now.
"Want you in me," Jack whispers, loud enough for you to hear him.
Robby turns to Jack who whispers something into his ear, a secret for the two of them.
Robby smirks. "We don't have any lube, can't do it without."
"If only she were here right now to help us."
Robby can't help but chuckle at the absurdity, but it works as you timidly push open the door, pupils blown, legs shaky as you don't say a word, you just shuffle over to the bed, fingers sticky with your wetness.
Jack watches you like a man starved as you take off your pants and hop onto the bed by their legs, knees folded under you and hands respectfully folded over your lap.
"C'mere honey," it's Robby who speaks first, extending a hand out for you to take.
You do and he pulls you up against his side.
"Jackie wants me to fuck him, so I need you to help make me really, really wet," he tells you and your eyes snap to his instantly, brows creased in deep confusion.
Friends do that too?
Robby chuckles, quirking a brow to Jack as he slide down the bed to settle in between your thighs, pulling your underwear down your legs.
"Best friends help each other out however they need."
You gasp as his rough hands pry your legs apart, his tongue instantly finding your entrance and lapping up the juices.
Your legs instinctively close around Jack's head and he chuckles against your folds, prying them open harshly.
"Let me help you too," he murmurs and you relax, legs opening for him as Robby hums approvingly under you.
He grabs your hand, bringing it to wrap around his cock while his own envelops it.
He chuckles. "So small."
You flush, your body becoming so warm you can barely think.
"That's okay, I can work with that."
Dizzy from the slight tinge of shame, he begins to move your hand in tandem with Jack's tongue.
Your mouth hangs open over his abdomen and it takes no time for you to start drooling over Robby's erection.
He lets the wetness drip down, catching it with your entwined hands and using it to slick up his cock, movements becoming swifter and swifter.
"How's she looking, brother?" Robby pants as Jack detaches himself from your pussy, chin glistening.
"I think she's good."
You blink away the haze, heart thunderous, pussy clenching around nothing.
Robby hums, picking you up and pulling you up the bed towards him.
"Gonna use your slick to lube up my cock, honey."
You manage a nod before he's got you settled with you back against his chest.
One hand grabs his cock, lining it up with your pussy and sliding it in between your glistening folds.
You hum contently as his head hits your clit with every thrust.
"You're so warm," Robby groans against your ear, causing you to shiver as another wave of wetness gushes out of you.
You barely notice as Jack slides back up to rest his head over the pillow, getting comfortable since he's not wearing his prosthetic, and grabbing your hand to bring it around his own cock as well.
You turn to face him then and it's the look that he gives you, half devious, like he's doing something he shouldn't but can't get himself to stop, half addicted, devoted, obsessed with you—
You cum out of nowhere, sparks shooting through your body deliciously, coating Robby in even more slick as your hand squeezes around Jack.
"Fucking hell, honey," Robby groans, his cock accidentally sliding inside of you.
You're so slippery, it was bound to happen eventually.
Robby barely contains himself, managing to thrust half his length into you twice before Jack is pulling him out of you swiftly.
They share a look. Not yet, and Robby whines.
You blink away the confusion, your own little noise questioning what's going on before Jack pulls on Robby's cock to get him to come over to kneel between his open legs.
You flop onto Jack's abdomen, pressing down on it with your own as he pulls off your shirt and removes your bra swiftly, hating that you're still wearing clothes.
They should definitely ban them while you're home alone with them. Nothing but their t-shirts and panties. Maybe even no panties, easier access for them.
His thoughts are interrupted by Robby lining up with his ass, giant hands wrapping around his thighs and pushing them apart so he can slide in with ease.
He's so wet from your slick that there's no resistance as he buries himself to the hilt inside of Jack.
The man under you moans and a gasp escapes your lips as you feel Robby's belly press against your pussy behind you.
You whine at the feeling of his skin pressing against you, the lewdness from the feeling only causing you to press your body further against Jack's, his cock getting squished against your abdomen.
He moans loudly, hands grabbing a hold of your hips forcefully and moving you against him to match Robby's movements, deep, rough, thorough.
"That feel good, Jackie?" you ask him shyly and he's quick to nod, head falling back into the pillow as his cock twitches between you.
"You taking your pills?" Jack rasps against your ear.
You nod, every morning before going to work and the other one every time they fill you up so much you're desperately trying not to make a puddle onto the mattress.
He's quick in his response, sliding you up his length before grabbing a hold of it and sinking himself into you swiftly.
You moan at the stretch, sitting up on your knees and slumping back against Robby's chest as Jack begins to roll his fingers over your clit.
"Oh my god, Jackie," the vowel extends into a whine as Robby picks up his thrusts, the movement making it feel like Jack's also moving inside of you.
Robby lets go of Jack's legs as the man wraps them around his middle, pulling him further into him and by default, you.
"Look at Jack, honey," Robby rasps against your ear, coming down to press a kiss against your neck. "Doesn't he look so happy?"
You take in the man beneath you, face flushed the perfect pink, pupils blown, lips puffy and practically calling your name as he exhales softly.
You lean down to kiss him, your lips meeting his like they did the other night cause friends can definitely kiss too and you're unsure how you ever went through life not kissing your friends all the time.
You feel Robby bend down over you, squishing you between the two of them as he takes advantage of your fucked out state and kisses down your jaw, nibbling at the skin for you to release Jack from your possessiveness.
You pull back, barely, and Robby takes the chance to press his lips to Jack's, further proving to you that this is exactly what best friends need to do for each other.
You moan loudly, rolling your hips experimentally, seeking more friction than the one Jack's giving you right now.
It sends him spiraling, hips jerking as he cums inside of you. You moan at the feeling, Robby's hands getting to work, one pinching your nipple between his fingers while the other snakes in between your thighs to press against your clit.
"Come on honey," he moans. "Cum with me, don't leave Jack hanging."
He tugs at your nipple and that does you in.
Your hands plant against Jack's chest to keep you up long enough to feel the band snap, your body trembling between them.
"That's it, good girl," he praises, still pistoning in and out of Jack, desperate to follow your lead and finally release.
He does so with a grunt, burying himself as far as he can inside before he paints Jack too.
He hums, wrapping his arms around the two of you.
"Best fucking friends I've ever had."
a/n: (gonna explicitly say that this is all fantasy, in my head they're all in on it, it's just play and consensual, they all play up the dumbiefied/pervy dynamic)
Wait, perv!Rabbot x reader where reader comes home from work and sees Robby and Jack going at it and she’s surprised at first but then she thinks “Of course the do that to each other, they’re even closer friends than they are to me!” (Maybe she internally calls herself an idiot or something for not realizing that of course they’re intimate with each other, that’s what friends do.)
- @autisticoscarpiastri
I just love the idea that they're slowly conditioning you to want more and more and more (cause they do too)
perv!rabbot x naive!roommate!reader (prev ⋆ masterlist ⋆ next) | nsfw, mdni, 18+, lots of rabbot doing things to each other in this one
At first you think you're hearing things.
You are exhausted after pulling a double.
But then you hear it again, that unmistakable moaning coming from Robby's room.
Your cheeks instantly heat up and you turn on your heel to leave, to run right back out the door, to give him some semblance of privacy while he...does what he needs to do.
But then you stop. He sounds so strained, so pent up, maybe you should be a good friend and offer to help him?
Shy steps carry you down the hall where you notice the door slightly ajar, warm light spilling out into the otherwise dark condo.
He's supposed to be getting ready for work anyway, you can definitely help him speed this along so that he can have more time to eat some breakfast.
He moans again and whatever apprehension you have dissolves as you step up to push the door open.
Your hand doesn't even make contact with the wood when your eyes land on him...and Jack.
They're both sat against the headboard, chests bare, sheets covering their lower bodies from view.
Robby's head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes closed as Jack strokes his dick, swift and slick movements.
Of course they help each other out too.
They were best friends before you came into the picture, what did you expect?
But seeing it in the flesh is something else entirely.
You're salivating, drool practically dripping out of your mouth. And don't even get yourself started on the pooling in your panties.
This should not be turning you on this much! This is not about you, this is about them getting what they need...so why is your hand sliding into the waistband of your pants, fingers dragging along your folds to pick up the slick that has gathered at your opening and bring it up to your clit?
You almost make a sound as your fingers start to draw lazy circles in tandem with Jack's movements.
You focus on Robby's face, on the blissed out expression that contracts his features, on the delicious wrinkles you want nothing more than to run your lips over.
Fuck, you seriously need to stop sexualizing your friends. They're more than just objects. Sure, they help you out from time to time but you feel so icky thinking about them like that all the time.
It's like you can't think about anything else whenever you're alone together.
"Fuck Jack," Robby moans as Jack swipes his thumb over his purpling tip, a gush of precum spilling from the movement.
"That's it," Jack groans into Robby's ear. "You think she'd feel this good around your cock?"
Robby shudders, breath getting caught up between another moan and a whimper.
"Her hands are so much smaller," Jack chuckles. "Don't think they'd wrap around you fully."
Robby's hips buck into Jack's hand in response and a little gasp escapes your lips.
Your other hand comes up over your mouth in an instant but the damage is already done.
They stop, both their gazes catching a glimpse of you behind the door. But they don't call you out, don't chastise you, don't tell you to leave.
Instead, Jack resumes his movements and Robby moans louder.
After a second your heart settles and you resume your own, your clit screaming at you for more but you don't dare change it up now.
"Want you in me," Jack whispers, loud enough for you to hear him.
Robby turns to Jack who whispers something into his ear, a secret for the two of them.
Robby smirks. "We don't have any lube, can't do it without."
"If only she were here right now to help us."
Robby can't help but chuckle at the absurdity, but it works as you timidly push open the door, pupils blown, legs shaky as you don't say a word, you just shuffle over to the bed, fingers sticky with your wetness.
Jack watches you like a man starved as you take off your pants and hop onto the bed by their legs, knees folded under you and hands respectfully folded over your lap.
"C'mere honey," it's Robby who speaks first, extending a hand out for you to take.
You do and he pulls you up against his side.
"Jackie wants me to fuck him, so I need you to help make me really, really wet," he tells you and your eyes snap to his instantly, brows creased in deep confusion.
Friends do that too?
Robby chuckles, quirking a brow to Jack as he slide down the bed to settle in between your thighs, pulling your underwear down your legs.
"Best friends help each other out however they need."
You gasp as his rough hands pry your legs apart, his tongue instantly finding your entrance and lapping up the juices.
Your legs instinctively close around Jack's head and he chuckles against your folds, prying them open harshly.
"Let me help you too," he murmurs and you relax, legs opening for him as Robby hums approvingly under you.
He grabs your hand, bringing it to wrap around his cock while his own envelops it.
He chuckles. "So small."
You flush, your body becoming so warm you can barely think.
"That's okay, I can work with that."
Dizzy from the slight tinge of shame, he begins to move your hand in tandem with Jack's tongue.
Your mouth hangs open over his abdomen and it takes no time for you to start drooling over Robby's erection.
He lets the wetness drip down, catching it with your entwined hands and using it to slick up his cock, movements becoming swifter and swifter.
"How's she looking, brother?" Robby pants as Jack detaches himself from your pussy, chin glistening.
"I think she's good."
You blink away the haze, heart thunderous, pussy clenching around nothing.
Robby hums, picking you up and pulling you up the bed towards him.
"Gonna use your slick to lube up my cock, honey."
You manage a nod before he's got you settled with you back against his chest.
One hand grabs his cock, lining it up with your pussy and sliding it in between your glistening folds.
You hum contently as his head hits your clit with every thrust.
"You're so warm," Robby groans against your ear, causing you to shiver as another wave of wetness gushes out of you.
You barely notice as Jack slides back up to rest his head over the pillow, getting comfortable since he's not wearing his prosthetic, and grabbing your hand to bring it around his own cock as well.
You turn to face him then and it's the look that he gives you, half devious, like he's doing something he shouldn't but can't get himself to stop, half addicted, devoted, obsessed with you—
You cum out of nowhere, sparks shooting through your body deliciously, coating Robby in even more slick as your hand squeezes around Jack.
"Fucking hell, honey," Robby groans, his cock accidentally sliding inside of you.
You're so slippery, it was bound to happen eventually.
Robby barely contains himself, managing to thrust half his length into you twice before Jack is pulling him out of you swiftly.
They share a look. Not yet, and Robby whines.
You blink away the confusion, your own little noise questioning what's going on before Jack pulls on Robby's cock to get him to come over to kneel between his open legs.
You flop onto Jack's abdomen, pressing down on it with your own as he pulls off your shirt and removes your bra swiftly, hating that you're still wearing clothes.
They should definitely ban them while you're home alone with them. Nothing but their t-shirts and panties. Maybe even no panties, easier access for them.
His thoughts are interrupted by Robby lining up with his ass, giant hands wrapping around his thighs and pushing them apart so he can slide in with ease.
He's so wet from your slick that there's no resistance as he buries himself to the hilt inside of Jack.
The man under you moans and a gasp escapes your lips as you feel Robby's belly press against your pussy behind you.
You whine at the feeling of his skin pressing against you, the lewdness from the feeling only causing you to press your body further against Jack's, his cock getting squished against your abdomen.
He moans loudly, hands grabbing a hold of your hips forcefully and moving you against him to match Robby's movements, deep, rough, thorough.
"That feel good, Jackie?" you ask him shyly and he's quick to nod, head falling back into the pillow as his cock twitches between you.
"You taking your pills?" Jack rasps against your ear.
You nod, every morning before going to work and the other one every time they fill you up so much you're desperately trying not to make a puddle onto the mattress.
He's quick in his response, sliding you up his length before grabbing a hold of it and sinking himself into you swiftly.
You moan at the stretch, sitting up on your knees and slumping back against Robby's chest as Jack begins to roll his fingers over your clit.
"Oh my god, Jackie," the vowel extends into a whine as Robby picks up his thrusts, the movement making it feel like Jack's also moving inside of you.
Robby lets go of Jack's legs as the man wraps them around his middle, pulling him further into him and by default, you.
"Look at Jack, honey," Robby rasps against your ear, coming down to press a kiss against your neck. "Doesn't he look so happy?"
You take in the man beneath you, face flushed the perfect pink, pupils blown, lips puffy and practically calling your name as he exhales softly.
You lean down to kiss him, your lips meeting his like they did the other night cause friends can definitely kiss too and you're unsure how you ever went through life not kissing your friends all the time.
You feel Robby bend down over you, squishing you between the two of them as he takes advantage of your fucked out state and kisses down your jaw, nibbling at the skin for you to release Jack from your possessiveness.
You pull back, barely, and Robby takes the chance to press his lips to Jack's, further proving to you that this is exactly what best friends need to do for each other.
You moan loudly, rolling your hips experimentally, seeking more friction than the one Jack's giving you right now.
It sends him spiraling, hips jerking as he cums inside of you. You moan at the feeling, Robby's hands getting to work, one pinching your nipple between his fingers while the other snakes in between your thighs to press against your clit.
"Come on honey," he moans. "Cum with me, don't leave Jack hanging."
He tugs at your nipple and that does you in.
Your hands plant against Jack's chest to keep you up long enough to feel the band snap, your body trembling between them.
"That's it, good girl," he praises, still pistoning in and out of Jack, desperate to follow your lead and finally release.
He does so with a grunt, burying himself as far as he can inside before he paints Jack too.
He hums, wrapping his arms around the two of you.
"Best fucking friends I've ever had."
a/n: (gonna explicitly say that this is all fantasy, in my head they're all in on it, it's just play and consensual, they all play up the dumbiefied/pervy dynamic)
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