#i just think it seems like an obvious solution i have not fucking ever been hired at a place to use

[beabaseball]

I feel like.... If you have a scheduling app for your business.... It would be very easy to make a "look for shift cover" button that would put the shift requesting cover on the calendar.... And then all employees with the app could see it, and those who are for example looking for more hours..... might click it without you having to personally ask around the store to see who is available what hours and isn't busy that day

I just think this might be a quality of life improvement I encourage all companies to look into

#i just think it seems like an obvious solution i have not fucking ever been hired at a place to use #beatext

[luvf4ngz]

HOT LOVE ON THE WING - jason todd.

Descripton: You’re not upset about your most recent breakup; you’re just upset you have no one to fuck anymore. Good thing your Shakespeare loving best friend, Jason, has a solution to that.

Contents: This Bad Boy Is PACKED With Shakespeare References, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cheating (Not By Jason Or Reader), You And Jason Are Absolute Fucking DORKS, Good Friend Jason Todd, Best Friend Jason Todd, Self-Indulgent, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Female Reader, HEAVY Banter, Hair-pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation :), Pet Names, Praise Kink, Dacryphilia, Soft Jason Todd, Dom Jason Todd, Missionary Position, Doggy Style, Cowgirl Position, Nipple Play, Spanking, Rough Sex, Dumbification, Fucked Stupid, Unrealistic Sex, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Spit/Drool, Goofy Giggly Sex, But Also Hard and Fast Sex, Jason Destroys Your Spiderman Panties :(

Word Count: 3131

Author's Note: If it wasn't obvious from the tags this is a repost from my AO3 hehe. This is genuinely my favorite fic I've ever written, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do :) <3

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, can’t you? You made a big show of defying me earlier, put your money where your mouth is - right?”

You threw open the door to his dorm, instantly honing in on his bed and diving into the soft plush. Jason is sitting at his desk, looking up at you from his book with a roll of his eyes at your dramatic entrance. 

“Well, hello to you too.” His tone is dripping with sarcasm, but his smile betrays his facade. “It’s nice to see you again, stranger. How long has it been, hm?” He teases, his words alluding to the fact that you’ve been spending less time with him lately in favor of being with your “new boy toy” - as he put it.

You let out a hum into the comforter before moving to your side to properly look at him. “Well I think you’ll be very happy to hear that I’m all yours again, Todd, so there’s no need to be jealous.” You cheekily reply. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyebrows knit together in confusion. You thought it made him look adorable.

“I broke up with my ‘boy toy’, as you so politely called him.” You giggled out, using your fingers as quotation marks for emphasis. 

“What!? What happened?” Jason’s eyes widened at the news you so casually dropped.

“Apparently he’s been cheating on me for some time. My friend showed me some pictures of him shoving his tongue down some girl’s throat at a party so I broke it off with him this morning. Anyways, what’s been going on in Jay-Land?” You grin widely as you gaze at him from the bed.

Your attempt at changing the topic of conversation went unsuccessful. 

Jason sat up from his spot, setting his book down before hurriedly making his way over to you, settling down beside you on the bed.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t I seem okay to you? I’m just fine, dude.” You tried to reassure him, your voice unwavering and relaxed as your eyes followed him.

“I mean, I guess; but I thought you really liked him.” 

“It seems like you want me to be sad over this. What do you want me to say? ‘Tears seven times salt burn the sense and virtue from mine eyes!’” You gasp out the line dramatically, bringing a hand to cover your heart and the other to wipe non-existent tears from your face, before bursting out into giggles. 

“Don’t you go quoting Shakespeare at me! That’s my role in this friendship!” Jason playfully nudges your shoulder as a wide grin breaks out on his own face.

“The Jason doth protest too much, methinks.” You do your best to put on a snooty tone, but your laughter prevents it. 

“Oh, shut up.” 

Another round of cackles start up between the two of you, and you both relish in the comfortable silence that falls after. 

“You know,” You start, breaking the silence and making Jason’s head turn towards you. “There is one thing I’m sad about.”

“What?”

“His dick game was mad good.” You say with an extravagant sigh. “I’m gonna miss it.” You fake a few sniffles.

“Aw, come on now. There’s other dick out there.” 

“Nah, it’s too much work. I’ll just have to survive without it for now. ‘But I have that within which passeth show; these but the trappings and the suits of woe.’”

“I can’t believe he’s got you so cock-drunk that you’re quoting Hamlet.” Jason tsks out in false disapproval. “He’s not good enough to be depressed for.”

“He’s not, but the sex definitely was.” 

“It couldn’t have been that good.”

“It was.”

“Not better than what I could do though.”

“Ehhhhhh…” You squinch your face together in overplayed disbelief, causing him to fix you with a sharp glare and a hurt gasp. 

“Is that a challenge?” He smirked, his eyes narrowing in competitiveness. 

“I know it not ‘seems’.” 

“You cheeky motherfucker.” Jason smiles out before grabbing your waist and throwing you further up the bed. It causes you to let out a startled yelp as Jason moved to hover over your body.

“Oh? You gonna prove it to me, Todd? You must be overcompensating for something if you get this riled up over such a small comment. You know, if you wanted to fuck me - you could have just asked.”

“Funny, I was about to say the exact same thing.” He leans in to bite your neck, making your body jolt against his.

“Hey! Play nice, Todd.” You scold, slapping his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m ever so sorry, madam.” He fake pouts before attacking your face with kisses. 

“Stop!” You squeal out, giggles erupting uncontrollably from the ticklish sensation. You move your hands to his chest, pushing him away from you. “Are you ever gonna get on with it, or are you just gonna keep messing around?”

“That’s a fair thought: to lie between maids’ legs.” 

“Ugh, it doesn’t sound as good when you do it.” 

“Excuse you? I’m a Shakespeare quoting champ!” 

“You’re awfully defensive today, Todd.” You note with a grin. 

“Keep talking, princess, see what happens.” He jokingly warns. 

He pulls back from you to pull his shirt over his head, before going to tug at his pants. You follow after him, sitting up to discard your own clothing. Once you both are left in your underwear, Jason pushes you flat against the bed again. 

“Spiderman panties. Cute.” 

“Shut up. It’s not like I planned for this to happen.” You grumbled out at his observation. You forgot about them and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“Mhm, sure, sweetheart.”

Jason starts planting sloppy kisses on your skin, trailing his way down your body until he’s reached your waistband. He shuffles down the bed and lies down between your legs, leaning in to snatch the fabric of your underwear between his teeth and ripping it off your legs. 

“Jay! I liked that pair!”

“My bad, princess, I’ll be sure to buy you some new ones.”

“Better still be spiderman.”

“I’m more Team Cap.” He disserts before gripping your thighs and dragging your core closer to his face; the back of your calves rest on his shoulders. 

His eyes drag down your glistening pussy before he lets out a loud wolf whistle at the sight.

“Ew, Todd!” You laugh, trying to kick him for the action but the hold he has on you is too tight to allow movement. 

“What? I’m just appreciating the view.”

He dips his head down, tongue flicking at your hooded clit before he wraps his lips and around the bud and sucks. He feels your thighs tighten around his head as your own tilts up to let out a loud moan. He replaces his tongue with his fingers, expertly working the nub in circles as he peers up at you. 

Your head is turned to the side, eyes clenched and lips spilling shaky whines. 

‘A damn nice sight’, if he did say so himself.

He continues to stimulate your clit with his thumb, pressing his tongue to your dripping hole to lap up your arousal. 

“Fuck, Jason! You really know how to put the money where your mouth is,” You mumble into the sheets, hips bucking up every once in a while from the pleasure. 

Jason grips you tighter, preventing you from moving. He briefly looks up to note “I think you’ll find I know how to use my mouth quite well”, before moving to continue eating you out.

His actions are faster, more feverous. His tongue runs up and down your sex, your slick coating his taste buds. He savors it - lets out a deep hum that reverberates through your pussy and up your spine, sending shivers through your body. He sucks and slurps at you, so passionate that you swear you can feel your soul escaping through your cunt. The wet smacks do nothing but turn you on more, your thighs pressing closer to his head and acting as earmuffs. 

Your hands move from their place bunched in his sheets to his hair, tanging the dark locks between your fingers and instinctively tugging. It causes a low groan to tear from his throat, the bass and depth of it fueling the uncontrollable hot ache in your stomach. That only makes you want to do it again. The second tug makes a sound that’s akin to a growl, before Jason pauses his movements to stare up at you.

“Careful, princess. Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” 

It’s a sight to behold. Jason: heaving, eyes blown, his face shiny from your smeared slick. His mouth is open, panting - his gaze refusing to leave contact with yours. There’s mischief glimmering in the depth of his eyes. 

You don’t reply - only smirk, and yank his head closer to your sex again. 

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” 

His hand moves from your clit to your dripping hole, two fingers pushing their way inside you. His lips reattach to your clit as he starts to move his fingers - fast and rough and leaving you no time to adjust to his intrusion. 

“J-Jesus fuck!” He can feel your thighs twitching, can feel your fingers gripping onto his hair hard in response, and it only spurs him on more. 

His palm smacks against your cunt with each hit, splattering your slick. His fingers move at an unfathomable speed, pads searching for that one spot inside you that will make you see white. 

You’re whimpering and whining above him, senses overwhelmed at Jason’s rough ministrations. It’s too much: the pressure building inside you. It feels like you’re on the edge, senses ready to fall into a never-ending pit of endorphins and fear and exhilaration. There are fireworks inside you, lit and ready to burst and fry all of your sensibilities. 

Finally, it happens - what Jason’s been waiting for. With a slightly tilted angle of his hand and a curl of his fingers, he finds it. He knows because you suddenly tense up; because you let out the most angelic, strung-out moan he’s ever heard; because your walls clamp down on his fingers and a jet of tangy, sweet liquid hits his awaiting tongue. 

God he wishes he could watch you cum over and over and over. He’s gonna think back to this moment when he’s fucking his fist in the future - that’s for sure. The view of you - back arched, eyes teary. The sensation of you - warm and wet and tight against his digits. The sound of you - desperate and high pitched and wailing out his name. He wants it all burned into his brain.

“Jason, Jason!” Yeah, that’s the sound of heaven alright. “Jay! Stop! I came- I can’t!”

Hm?

Oh. He hasn’t stopped pumping his fingers inside you. Oh, well.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. You can take it, can’t you? You made a big show of defying me earlier, put your money where your mouth is - right?”

God, you’re shaking. You look like a leaf shivering in the wind, or a cat left out in the rain. Your eyes are glossy and teary and fuck. You look so beautiful falling apart for him. 

Your brain is in shambles, screaming and begging for a reprieve. It’s dizzying, the assault of your sensations. All you can hear, think, feel is Jason.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!”

“Come on, princess. Just let go. Just one more for me, yeah?”

You can’t tell if the second orgasm hits you like a train or slowly drowns you in its weight. Maybe a mix of both - a crashing of a tsunami that simultaneously relieves your ache and steals your breath. 

You’re sobbing, trembling, gasping for breath and trying to regain feeling from the clouds that seem to have replaced your nerves. 

“You did so well.” Jason cooes. He’s sitting up, suckling your juices from his fingers like you were a decadent 5-star meal.

He moves to lay down beside you, pulling your body to curl into his, back to peppering your cheeks with chaste, affectionate kisses. 

“Fuck, Jason.” You heave out, still slightly out of it. 

“Was that okay? Did I get carried away?” He questions softly, concern lacing the green in his eyes. 

“Yeah, no, that was great.” You quickly reassure him. “I just- wow. I need a moment.” 

He chuckles quietly before holding you close to his body again. “So? Did I exceed your expectations?”

“Don’t get cocky. Hubris was the downfall of Macbeth.” You shuffle closer to him. “Speaking of cocky, is that a dagger - or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m always happy to see you princess,” Jason croons. “but I am extremely rock hard right now, too.”

Your hands drift down his body, sensually tracing every muscle from his chest to his pelvis, before tugging off his boxers.

You swing your body on top of his, straddling his waist as you begin pumping his cock. 

“Well then” You start, positioning yourself on top of his awaiting member, “O’ happy dagger, this is thy sheath…”

You start to sink down on him as you finish the quote, your words trailing off into a wanton moan. 

“I’d yell at you for saying something so stupid if you weren’t fucking squeezing my cock right now.” Jason manages to huff out. His teeth are gritted, eyes shut as he tries not to cum at the sensation of you wrapped warm and tight around him. 

His large hands settle on your waist as yours plant themselves on his chest for support. 

“You have to admit, it’s clever wordplay.” You mewl, mind fuzzy from the sensation of his dick stretching you out. 

Tingles shoot up your body as the pain dissolves into a delicious fullness. You crave friction, your very core feels like it's aching for it. In fact, you think you’ll go insane if you don’t start moving right now. 

You carefully lift your hips up, before dropping back down again, repeating the motion over and over until you’ve built up a somewhat regular rhythm. 

Moans ceaselessly flow from your lips, interspersed with mumbled swears and curses.

Your head is tipped forward, your hair falling into your face. Jason’s hand comes up to brush it back behind your ear, before gently cupping your cheek.

“You feel so good baby, fuck.” He grunts.

His other hand comes up to undo your bra, releasing your tits to him. Both palms move to cup them, kneading at the soft flesh before working your perked nipples with his fingers. 

You still your movements with a whine, too confounded by the assault of stimulations you were feeling. That doesn’t mean that you’re not still desperate and yearning, though. Your thighs do their best to rub against each other, trying to chase friction despite your inaction. 

It’s only as you rest that you feel how sore your legs have become, enough that you let out a pitiful mewl. 

“Is my pretty baby tired?” Jason muses, while he’s still pinching and rolling your sensitive buds. 

“Mhm,” You moan out in reply. 

He quickly rolls the both of you over, laying you down onto your back again before flipping you onto your stomach. 

You quickly shuffle onto your knees, arching back against him in wait. 

“Good girl,” He laughs out. His palms rub against your cheeks, squeezing the flesh there before pulling back and giving it a slap. 

It earns him a broken moan from your throat, and the view of your ass shaking in desperation.

It only makes him laugh again. “Have some patience, naughty girl.”

He spanks you again, and you keen so high-pitched and pretty that he can only relent to your demands. 

Jason grips his cock and guides it to your wet folds, sliding it up and down before finally pushing in. You welcome him easily, pussy molding perfectly to his thick cock. 

A hand settles on your waist while the other tangles into your hair. He yanks your head back as he starts fucking you hard and fast. 

His hips smack hard against your ass with each thrust, slowly turning the skin there sore and heated. His cock is bullying its way in and out of you, the tip knocking against your sweet spot with a force that repeatedly knocks the breath and thoughts out of you. 

Your eyes are rolled back, brain melted, as drool drips from your lips. 

Chants of “fuck” and “Jay” are the only sounds your mouth remembers how to make now. 

“Just keep saying my name like that, sweetheart.” Jason pants out. 

He can’t believe how good you feel around him. You’re so warm and wet that his cock glides in and out so easy, making it effortless for him to abuse your poor cunt. 

The hand in your hair guides you up to him, back pressed against his sweaty chest as he tilts your head and leans in for a kiss. 

It’s messy with your spit and drool, both your movements uncoordinated and sloppy. 

He fucks up into you all the while, gravity allowing him to hit harder and deeper inside you.

He can feel that you’re close again - your body is twitching against him, your cunt beginning to spasm. 

The hand on your waist reaches to rub quick and hard circles against your clit, and you’re gone.

Your whole body shudders as you soak his cock, before going limp is his hold. It’s an intense buzzing sensation that overtakes you, settling deep in your veins until you’re trapped in a pleasing static. Your head is submerged in sticky syrup that makes it hard to think, so you just indulge in the calming weight of it. 

Jason pulls out and gently maneuvers your dazed body back to the bed, hand working himself to completion before finishing on your stomach - his warm cum splattering on the skin as he lets out a husky grunt.

He stays there, catching his breath for a few moments before he disappears to the bathroom while you come down from your high, washing his hands and grabbing a damp towel to bring back to you. 

He wipes you clean before poking your cheek until your gaze refocuses on him.

“How was it?” He cheekily smirks. 

“I certainly died a lovely death in thy lap,” You chuckle.

“If you can still quote Shakespeare I didn’t fuck you dumb enough.” Jason frowns.

“Awh, cheer up, you big baby.” You reach out to pat his head endearingly, “I change my mind; your dick game is definitely better.”

“YES!” Jason fist-pumps like he just scored a touch-down and you smile at how stupid he looks. “Okay, now you go pee.” He shoos you away. “I’ll change the sheets and we can watch reruns of Gossip Girl again.”

“I would not wish any companion in the world but you.” You fake tear-up, wiping your eyes before giggling the whole way to the bathroom. 

Thank you so much for reading! A comment or reblog is much appreciated. Have a great day <3

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[lucysarah-c]

"Alright, spill the beans," Erwin said as he sat down on the couch, opening a beer can and crossing his legs. He could hardly contain his smile. Mike and Hange stared intensely at the shorter man. Levi had told them he had something to "share," and he hardly ever shared anything. Therefore, all attention and the floor were his.

The group of friends grew more and more curious as Levi seemed unsure, almost shy. His finger tapped his beer can uneasily as he pressed his lips together. "Fine, but don't fucking laugh."

"I can't promise you that," Hange quickly confirmed, making the other two chuckle but also agree. Levi just sighed resigned.

"Y/N… Y/N found a thong that wasn't hers among her clothes."

Erwin, who was sipping his drink, spat it out in shock at how quickly the situation escalated.

"WHAT?!" Hange tilted forward as they heard what happened while the rest looked in shock, mouths open. "You CHEATED on your 9-year-long girlfriend?!"

"No!" Levi almost shouted back. "That's what I'm trying to explain!"

It was Monday night. We had dinner after coming home, the usual routine. I was doing the dishes after she got out of the shower, and I heard her steps going down the stairs very heavily. That was the first thing that caught my attention, and before I knew it was her, still freshly showered, looking at me and pulling out a red thong, stretching it between her hands. "Whose are these?" My mind went automatically blank. I saw her resting her hand on her hip and frowning back at me. "I-uh." "Because they are not mine," she insisted, her anger palpable. I swear I was trying to speak, but I could only mumble broken shit as she stared back at me as if she was searching for my soul. "Levi Ackerman, WHOSE ARE THESE?" "I- I don't know, I don't fucking know. I swear," I quickly replied as I blinked, trying to find a solution. My mind started to question everything. 'I'm Levi Ackerman… I'm conscious of my actions… I haven't cheated on my girlfriend,' yet I was sweating as if I had. I had no idea whose those were. It was obvious that they weren't hers, apparently, but I've not slept with another woman in years, so I didn't even know where they could have come from. I doubted my entire existence, I began to wonder if I had been drugged and perhaps did something that I didn't recall. The tears, when she began sobbing softly. I felt like the worst human being. "How could you? After all these years…" "No, no, I fucking swear," I said, growing anxious. I don't even own social media accounts; I don't have a password on my phone. I hate cheaters; I would never do something like that to her, to anyone. For a split second, I thought it would have been easier to lie and explain that it was mine somehow. In that moment, my phone started to ring with one of the numbers I have on priorities as she began to walk up stairs. I rushed to pick it up. "Call you later." "Bro, everything okay?" Isabel's voice came from the speakers as she had called me on FaceTime, as she usually does. Apparently, I forgot to hang up as I was walking behind Y/N. "Y/N, I swear on my mother that I don't know whose are those." I was trying to explain myself when Isabel's voice came from the phone again. "There they are! I was wondering where I left them!"

"Apparently, it was from one time they all came over to my house for the pool. I must have put it in the laundry and thought they were Y/N's," Levi finished the tale as the rest looked at him surprised and entertained.

"Didn't you think they could be Isabel's?" Erwin questioned back between chuckles.

"No! How was I supposed to know a red thong was Isabel's!" Levi commented as his cheeks got slightly red.

"Levi… Isabel is 23 already…" Mike said slowly as he tried to make his friend process the idea.

"Tch," Levi took a good sip from his beer as he processed the idea. "You've no idea how fucking scared I was, and when Isabel said they were hers… fucking shit, I never breathed more peacefully in my entire life."

"That happens to you because you do laundry. Since I never do laundry, I don't have those issues," Hange said entertained, but Levi looked back at the brunette dead in the eyes.

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[kierahn]

DANCE FOR ME. [ y ! ceo x m ! reader ]

yandere! ceo x dancer! male reader

[ nsfw, minors dni. ]

warnings :

non-con elements [brightly highlighted!]

kidnapping

drugging

general obssessive/yandere behaviour

biting

slight violence

request here. (please //in the most desperate voice)

× you have always been his favorite dancer ever since he first laid his eyes on you during your solo performance. at first, he labeled it as a small interest towards a mere dancer, but he eventually found himself unable to erase your image from his mind. he would feel his pants tighten at the imagery of you dancing solely for him.

× ever since then, he had asked his secretary to keep track of your upcoming performances and to include it in his schedule.

× "I don't care if I have a meeting that day. Cancel them," Cero glowered at his secretary who nervously stood before him, clutching a clipboard in her embrace. "But, sir–" she tried to protest, but was cut off almost immediately by a harsh glare. his secretary's shoulders tensed, a shaky sigh escaping her lips. "R,Right away, sir.."

× "ngh.. ha shit." the CEO groaned as he stroked his own hardened member, the blaring music reaching his ears from inside the bathroom stall he had currently locked himself in. could you blame him ? he couldn't contain himself after seeing you perform for him. well, not exactly, everyone had their eyes on you and cero didn't quite like that. he wanted your performance to be for his eyes only to feast on.

× to put a solution to his growing obssession, cero tried to buy you off from your current boss, the club owner. but to his dismay, his offer was bluntly rejected.

× "5 million is a big price, but I'm afraid we don't sell our workers, sir." The club owner says with an apologetic look, trying his best not to offend the high-ranking man before him, but that seemed to fail from the angered expression the ceo wore. "One billion." Cero offered through gritted teeth, visibly desperate to get his hands on (y/n). This time, the club owner seemed to think about the offer, but he ends up sighing and shaking his head once more. "Again, sir, I'm sorry but we can't sell our workers."

× Cero wasn't very happy about that, so he did the second best thing he could do; threaten the club owner by showing him demolition papers filed for his own club. This seemed to be the owner's breaking point, agreeing to the terms to sell you off to the ceo to save his business.

× you had just finished a performance, changing in the eerily empty locker room. before you knew it, a cloth was placed over your mouth and arms wrapped around your waist, prompting you to helplessly squirm around. but it seemed like whoever the man was, he wasn't alone. a bag was suddenly slung over your head by another pair of hands, blocking your vision. the drug was quick to kick into your system, your body limping into their arms after a good minute of struggling.

× you found yourself waking up to a soft feeling under you, silk sheets brushing against your bare skin. you were still wearing the revealing clothes that you had worn during your performance. you were blindfolded and your hands were tied together beside your head, leaving you vulnerable as you blindly sit up and try free your wrists from the restraints made of fine silk.

× "you're awake," a voice pipes up. albeit calm, it was obvious that the man was trying his best to keep his excitement at bay. the space beside you sunk, indicating that there was a new weight that settled beside you. "great. this is great. i can't believe i can finally meet you up close." you could feel his warm breath hit your cheek, causing you to shiver slightly.

× a surprised gasp escapes your lips when you felt a cold hand slide its way up your torso, flinching away from the unknown man's touch. "what the fuck? don't touch me." you hissed angrily, causing the hand to halt. it didn't seem like the man was too happy with your harsh words.

× before you could say another word, you were pushed back down onto the sheets, the man's weight straddling your waist and keeping you down which prompts you to start thrashing around to try and get him off of you at any means and costs.

'smack!'

× a slap was delivered to your cheek, causing you to cease your struggles in shock as your head turns to the side from the force. the weight above you shifted, but you couldn't see him. your breathing was ragged, anticipating what the man's next move was.

× a hand harshly grasps your cheeks and your head was forcefully turned to face him. you felt something slipped inside your mouth, but before you could spit it out, he covers your mouth and pressed your nose to cut off your air circulation. "Swallow." he demands coldly.

× you were forced to swallow down the pill, not wanting to be suffocated to death, and he released his hold on you after you did so. but as you were about to sigh out a breath of relief, he pulls you up and settles you onto his lap, feeling something hard poke your thigh which sent a jolt of uneasiness inside you.

× his hot breath trails down from your ear down to your neck as he attacks it with gentle kisses. despite his previously rough treatment, he was surprisingly gentle with you– "Ow!" you exclaimed when he bit down on your collarbone, leaving a deep bitemark and drawing blood. he suggestively licked the crimson substance off your skin with his tongue before capturing your lips in his, forcing his tongue inside which left the metallic taste of your own blood.

× "Dance for me.."

#yandere x male reader #male reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere male #kiahndere #x male reader

[wooyoong]

🌼 freya's recent svt reads (& recs)

disclaimer : these are my RECENT reads, and i haven't added some of my old reads! also i have tried to add atleast one for each member to the list hehe (except jihoon he has two)

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @angelwoozi 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

* yours, but not yours by @gyukult (fake dating au, 18+)

when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend.

YOON JEONGHAN

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraud (And Falling In Love) by @starsstuddedsky (f2l, fake dating au)

your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love

HONG JISOO

Plush by @bitchlessdino (est relationship, 18+)

soft joshua cockwarming drabble, with love and yearning.

WEN JUNHUI

Love, Actually by @haet-sal (single dad, boss jun, kind of infidelity au, 18+)

You’re the wide-eyed, clueless-but-on-top secretary to Wen Junhui, and it all starts, with one new year’s kiss… well, new year’s fuck.

Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?

KWON SOONYOUNG

i don't understand but i love you by @hvcmixtape (est relationship)

soonyoung has only been the kindest and most gentle husband. sometimes you feel like you're floating on the stars, and sometimes you feel like you've just jumped into the most romantic book.

JEON WONWOO

rich girl by @blushnote (rich girl x street punk wonwoo, 18+)

wonwoo likes to call you a rich girl, and you hate it because it’s true. in fact, you hate a lot of things: your friends, your parent’s attitude, the way your life is supposed to be perfect even though you’re miserable. not much makes you happy, except for a punk boy who you can’t even be with.

LEE JIHOON

You Make Me Breathe by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (hanahaki au)

Jihoon is utterly in love with you. Too bad you're into his friend Soonyoung, and he's too much of a coward to ever tell you how he feels. He's happy to take his feelings to the grave but soon finds that his body doesn't agree with his decision.

* As a Matter of Fact by @starsstuddedsky (co-workers to lovers, fake dating au)

when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in your heels and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

LEE SEOKMIN

(Not) A Gentleman by @wonusite (est relationship, 18+)

Your boyfriend is the sweetest man alive—a perfect gentleman. However, you’re determined to show him that he doesn’t always have to be a gentleman.

KIM MINGYU

Good Dad, Better Daddy by @bitchlessdino (dilf au, bestfriend's dad mingyu, 18+)

you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

XU MINGHAO

at dawn by @sluttyminghao (domestic au, est relationship, 18+)

domestic sex with boyfriend minghao!

BOO SEUNGKWAN

pussy sport by @duhnova (fwb au, 18+)

leave it up to boo seungkwan to almost suffocate between your thighs, eat you out till you’re crying, and to figure out a new kink of his.

CHWE HANSOL

You Get Me So High by @cheolhub (f2l, 18+)

smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

LEE CHAN

promise ring by @lovelyhan (royalty au, f2l, 18+)

no one would've guessed that the daughter of the town’s royal mage has a soft spot for the clumsiest fire elemental in the entire realm. but when the crown prince suddenly asks for your hand in marriage, you're forced to consider how you feel about a certain lee jung chan a lot more seriously.

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Bumpin' in Europe, 1

Monica wasn’t your aunt, and to be honest, you were never really sure what she was doing in your house. 

The few memories you had of her were like a fuzzy dream, disjointed bits with a touch of a few very specific sensations, like the smell of her perfume or the exact shade of tan she always had.

She was Mom’s friend, that was it. You couldn’t remember for how long she was around, and if anything, she probably had been your mom’s friend more than she was your auntie. 

The most vivid memories you had of her flourished around your teen years when the way you looked at her started to slowly shift. 

She would come around a few times a year, typically around the holidays and it always meant gifts, exotic trinkets and the extremely physical affection that the people from somewhere in Southern Europe always carried around with them. She would always bring good wine with her and that meant that mom would be a little less grumpy and that you were allowed to stay up past your bedtime, sitting in the dark in the backyard with them. 

But she wasn’t around that much for you to consider her a constant, an important part of your life as you did with some other of your mom’s friends, who you would actually call aunt.

Monica was just the woman that would get all the horny teens in the neighbourhood to conglomerate in your backyard to watch her sunbathe.

Cause she was pretty hot, too. As you grew older, the less you cared about if she brought you gifts and more if she was going to wear those shorts or tank tops that showed off way more skin than your conservative neighbourhood was used to. 

All the fond memories you had of her seemed to remain buried deep into your little box of wonders, until yesterday.

You shook your feet in the air before smacking them gently against the wall, trying to get rid of the sand that got into your sandals, grazing the bare skin and making you groan silently. Something tickled the back of your sweaty neck, and a small blood spot smudged your fingers when you killed the mosquito that landed on your skin. 

This far, this part of your journey has been hell on earth.

It had looked nothing like what the influencers on Instagram showed, and yes, you were aware that if there was something this trip wasn’t going to be, that was glamorous. 

But, come on! This was too much even for you.

The owner of the hostel you were staying in ended up being a total asshole, to say the least. 

The place was nothing like what it advertised on Airbnb, the posted pictures made you think that there was a cozy, safe, friendly and clean place that couldn't be less far from reality in competition with the building that stood in front of you.

And of course, you did expect to share a room with people. Maybe nine, ten at worst. Not fucking 25 other people in the most cramped place you have ever seen, and for the price you were paying might as well pay for a hotel room.

You could hear your mother’s voice saying I told you clear as daylight. 

Long short story, there was no way you were getting your money back that day, you were without a single penny in your pockets and waiting for some divine Airbnb intervention to come and rescue you. 

But it didn’t happen, and your mom was the godsend creature that served you the solution to all your problems on a silver platter, after the scolding of the year over the phone. It truly is a small world, and Monica, her friend, happened to live in the same hole lost in the middle of nowhere where you ended up.

Another argument with the hostel owner and a few more calls later, you were heading to Monica’s house, who gladly allowed you to spend as much time as needed at her place. 

There were a few little details that didn't escape your eyes at first sight, not the most obvious, perhaps. Her hair was shorter—no longer waist long, and a shade lighter, a nice caramel brown instead of black. And God, she looked younger than her actual age. Even when there were new wrinkles around her eyes and there was proof that she smiled too much on the corners of her lips.

Well, she was still a beautiful woman.

As a kid, you were bewitched by how kind and funny she was and what amazing gifts she always gave you. Now your interests were drafted to how fucking hot the woman in front of you was.

She wasn’t exactly like the vivid image you hold in your memory, she surfed the transition from young adult to mature woman smoothly and hot as hell. And you liked it, but as your eyes scanned her from head to toe, taking in every inch and trying to remain as neutral as possible, it wasn't possible to contain the way your eyebrows raised and your lips parted, your face crumpling up in total surprise. 

Firstly your gaze shifted front the way the skin that revealed the risky neckline shined against the warm sun to lower, and all the curves were great. But the curves didn’t stop there, because the modest black shirt she was wearing clung tightly to the gravid stomach that protruded in her middle, stretching the fabric dangerously.

Your mind went blank and you weren't sure if you let out an audible gasp, but your eyes seemed to be glued to her heavy, big midsection. Not only she looked— she was pregnant. She was pregnant, and fuck, you were sure she had more than one bun in the oven.

Huge. She was huge. Swollen breasts and round, firm stomach that made you wonder whether she already was in the last trimester.

Lucky the bastard that knocked her up.

It took a moment for your brain to reboot and return to function normally after you almost drooled.

The fabric barely covered the curve of her stomach, leaving a bit of the skin of her underbelly exposed, soft and inviting and you wanted to touch. In an unconscious manner, Monica pulled the shirt down in a useless try, because it lifted again, exposing even more skin.

Her hands moved to your forearms, gripping softly at them before she pulled you closer into a hug, her arms circling your body. You hugged her back automatically, burying your face between her shoulder and her neck and she was wearing the same perfume as always.

“Oh, Y/N! Look at you, dear". Monica laughed quietly.

The weight of the backpack you carried didn’t help you to remain stable, and soon you found yourself almost leaning completely against her in a closeness you didn’t intend. The gravid roundedness of her stomach pressed against your thin middle in comparison, and for a moment all you could feel was your own body getting hotter by the second, not knowing what to do with your hands.

Thank God you already looked flustered and sweaty when you got there.

You knew where you wanted to put your hands, but that would be not respectful at all. You wanted to touch, run your fingers over the bump, to touch and grasp but God, you had basic human decency to not be that much of a creep.

She pressed a kiss to your right cheek, and you shivered at the feeling of her lips against your hot skin and the way her gravid body pressed against yours, then another kiss on your left cheek.

“Please, come inside”. 

You didn’t remember it, but she had an accent. 

She held the door open for you, and she had to turn sideways facing you to get her belly out of the way and let you fit past her into the house. 

The place was surreal, with high ceilings and spacious rooms, floors that conserved old tiles decorated with handmade colorful details you were sure weren't made anymore these days, paintings on the walls and art pieces that reminded you of abstract art pieces you had seen online.

Everything was taken care of, every little decoration carefully placed, every detail double-checked, and your attention should be there, but your eyes couldn't leave Monica’s body. 

“Look at you, you’re…” she smiled, walking into the kitchen, “God, you’re so… different. All grown up, now."

Leaning back against the countertop, one of her hands traveled to rest over her growing stomach, and the other one to rest behind her back for support. A drop of sweat rolled down her neck and slid down her collarbone, disappearing between her breasts. You realized she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt, and you got it, being all hot and bothered while being so pregnant didn't seemed like a good idea.

And for a moment your brain flashed with images of her naked on top of you, breasts full of milk bouncing and gravid bellies contracting under your touch. Then you shook your head vigorously, forcing yourself to remember why it was wrong and you shouldn't be looking at Monica in that light.

“Yeah, you’re...” you let out a shaky breath, your hands gesturing first to yourself, then to her before you shrugged. “I mean, you look-”

The words got tangled on your tongue before they could even try to get past your lips; you knew exactly what you wanted to say, but you weren’t sure if you should. You swallowed, taking a deep breath under the attentive gaze of Monica.

“I know, different. Different is good.” you forced out, smiling and waving your hand. 

You hoped the blush that painted across your cheeks wasn’t noticeable, that she hadn’t noticed. How to say anything without it coming off the wrong way? 

You wanted to compliment her so badly, but there were so many risk factors here, you didn’t even know where to start. 

She was hot. More than you remembered and even more than you expected, and pregnancy... suited her so well. Like she was born to be like this, to have a gravid body and carry a huge stomach, with a baby growing inside of her. Full and heavy breasts, glowing from the inside out, soft thick thighs and perfect curves everywhere, meant to be a mommy.

"Y/N?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, her hand rubbing the curve of her abdomen tenderly. "Everything alright?"

As you know, the future of this story is up to you ;) so vote, comment, or whaterver you like babe. I hope you enjoyed the start of this journey so far, and I hope we can get even more of this 👀 as always, criticism is always appreciated and likes feed my ego, so feel free to smash that little heart :)

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— SERENA —

( Il Dottore X Fem! Reader )

SUMMARY

After backing out from The Doctor’s major experiment whose goal was to instill archon-like abilities within you, he decides to come up with a malicious plan forcing you to thank him for his efforts.

Little did you know, Collei, a fellow participant in Dottore’s experiment, felt curious as to watch along.

WARNINGS

RAPE/NON-CON. Unethical Experimentation. Aphrodisiacs. Sex Toys. Collei being a voyeur.

NOTES

Your name in this chapter will be Serena, hence the title.

This chapter has a fem! reader.

Before I see people complaining about underaged characters being involved in this fic, I would like to point out that Collei isn’t going to be subject to sexual matters here.

She’s just going to be a voyeur, in some way.

Don’t like, don’t read applies here! I’ve seen comments saying Collei is going to be involved with Dottore when she isn’t!

To those idiots who have given hate comments, first of all, fuck you. I’ve stated in my profile several times that I won’t be writing NSFW posts for underaged characters or entities present in my fics.

NSFW under the cut!

The Fatui hideout was akin to a black, gothic medieval castle in the harsh, angry winters of Sneznhaya—with its pointed triangular shaped rooftops and asymmetrical windows, the place was deemed highly unconventional to visit especially when the cold prevailed. But there existed at least eleven Harbingers and Fatui Agents who monitored the site for any possible intruders or attackers.

In the hideout’s interior lied a highly organized laboratory which had all sorts of equipment, weapons, artifacts, and tools needed for undergoing experiments.

And there you were, knocking on Dottore’s office for further assistance.

The door let out a slight creak as it opened, revealing his tall frame before you.

“What seems to be the matter, Serena?” Dottore inquired as he poured a cylinder of slime concentrate into a beaker.

“I….I don’t feel so good, Doctor. Ever since you injected me with those slime secretions mixed with liquified crystal chunks, I’ve been having a bad fever for a whole day up to now.” you said.

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? Aw. Hmmm…..I guess I can find a perfect remedy for that, but it would probably take a while.” Dottore said, rubbing his chin in contemplation. “Here, try this.”

“What is this, Doctor?” you inquired.

“A solution I developed from preserved slime concentrate without the liquified crystal chunks. Scientifically speaking, I made a minor mistake in my research thinking crystal chunks would actually grant someone powerful Electro-Charged abilities. Unfortunately, they caused the exact fever you have now.” Dottore replied.

“B-but Doctor….”

“I want you to drink this solution as it will be beneficial for your fever.” Dottore said.

You gently took the test tube and took a sip.

“Go on.” Dottore simply nodded.

You slowly drank the contents of the solution, feeling it’s thick, gooey texture as it filled your throat. It tasted quite sour. “Thank you.”

“Was it too sour for your taste?” Dottore asked.

“Quite so.” you replied, gulping one more time.

“Very well then, all you have to do is get some much awaited bed rest.” instructed Dottore in a professional manner.

You nodded. “Okay, Doctor.”

Leaving the lab, you found your way into the guest rooms right around the corner. Things made you wonder how they would make guests sleep in the basement, knowing residential homes would put those rooms on the top floor. But this is a hideout after all, so it would be obvious that they put every bedroom in the basement to establish a sense of secrecy from the public eye.

An hour passed. You suddenly felt hot, your cheeks feeling flustered as sweat began to grow more apparent. You didn’t know what to expect of the situation that befell you, but you can only hope that this isn’t anything fatal. The Doctor toying with you is the last thing you ever wanted, considering you placed great trust in him as your savior.

Being a sufferer of Eleazar, things haven’t been quite the easy way for you since you had to deal with its symptoms. From numbness in the skin to the formation of dark, hardened scales in your body, things have been quite rough for you as your clumsiness made it risky to just do whatever you deemed necessary. Cooking, for example, is something you dared not do, for accidents may happen when your Eleazar attacks.

Little did you know, you could see black scales appear on your wrists signifying that your condition worsened. You felt your feet grow numb, and it could feel as if you were about to fall down any moment. You didn’t know what to do, your state suddenly changing into that of panic. While you didn’t want to blame the Doctor for his continuous experiments on you, you just had to. You didn’t know why you chose to place full trust in him knowing he made a mistake in his research.

“Serena!” Dottore called out from the upper floor. “Would you mind entering the lab, please?”

You were reluctant to pursue Dottore once again, but this time it could be another treatment he came up with. Getting up from the bed, you had to make your presence known.

“Coming!” you replied, shouting.

Rushing back into the lab, you caught Dottore forming a smirk on his face while staring at the test tube, seemingly impressed with his new creation. That being said, he turned to you and beckoned a finger signaling you to come closer, so as to inject you with the substance.

“May I inquire what that is for, Doctor?”

“Think of this as some sort of follow-up injection….you drank the syrup I gave you earlier, but that alone isn’t enough.” Dottore said. “I’d like to think of its chemicals being that of a god’s remains. This will be crucial in making you an archon’s equal.”

Dottore continued speaking as he pierced the needle onto your skin, cooing. “Now, now…. Relax, my dear. You know I won’t be leaving….not when I fully get what I wanted from you.”

“Huh? Ow! Argh! It hurts! Doctor! It hurts!”

Dottore chuckled, earning a look of suspicion from you.

“It’s just fun seeing you react to even the slightest tinge of pain an injection could give you. I wonder how you’d react if…….”

You had to butt in and alert Dottore about his sudden change of subject—from curing your fever to actually making you a prototype of a god.

“But Doctor….We’re talking about my fever here..I want to know if this solution would cure it! Please…..The heat is unbearable…..”

“Worry not, my dear. When you become a god, it shall render you immune to all diseases, including Eleazar.” Dottore told you.

“Really, Doctor?” you asked in retaliation.

“I promise you so, my dear. You don’t have to suffer from your illness, or any other anomaly, for that matter. There’s only one last thing we need to perform on you to ensure your body is indeed fit for the other experiments done for you.”

“So, Doctor, this isn’t over? There’s still plenty of experiments to be performed on me?” you asked.

“I’m afraid so.” Dottore replied.

“T-then….I’ll just refuse to be a part of those experiments! I-I don’t want to be experimented on any further…..sorry…”

A change in Dottore’s face made itself clear before you. You were FUCKED. You immediately got up from the chair, only to be stopped by Dottore’s heavy hand on your shoulder.

“What did you say?” Dottore said softly.

You froze in confusion at the sudden change in the Doctor’s facial expression. “….Did I say something wrong? I just said……”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Dottore scoffed. “You know what? You’re being incredibly ungrateful, Serena. Backing out from my research just like that? I just can’t believe your utter lack of faith in me. Here I am trying to cure you from your said fever as caused by your Eleazar, and this is how you repay me?”

“B-but it wasn’t my intention to-“

Dottore leaned closer to murmur in your ear.

“You agreed to be a part of this experiment for a reason. And you’re planning to take yourself away? That I cannot allow, especially for my favorite little subject….”

Dottore began to fondle your breasts with one hand, sliding his other hand below until he reached your intimate area, ‘squishing’ it with all his might.

You moaned involuntarily, covering your mouth in retaliation.

“Hmmmm….as I thought.” Dottore purred. “It doesn’t matter how much one tries to resist the physical pleasures given to them, no matter what, they just always seem to like it.”

“L-let go!!!” you protested as you took a step backward.

“What’s the matter, doll? Scared? Aw….poor baby can’t take what’s been given to them.” Dottore cooed.

“I only partook in your experiment to cure my Eleazar! Not feeling these symptoms of being in heat!” you replied, backing away. You rushed your way out of the lab by finding an exit, and there it was. Upon touching the doorknob, you could feel the power of Electro course through your veins, earning a slight sensation of electrocution to occur. You winced in pain and took a step backward, protesting once again.

“It won’t open!! Why???!!!” you exclaimed.

“Because I made it that way. So no one would be able to intrude on us.” Dottore sneered.

“Nooooo!!!!!” you continued to unlock the door, only for it to cause another type of short circuit that shocked your body once more. In an attempt to get away, you could feel Dottore’s arms wrap around your breasts from behind, circling his fingers around your nipples.

As a last resort, you elbowed him with all your might, causing him to wince in pain.

“You brat…!!!!” Dottore exclaimed. You tried to run elsewhere, but you were grabbed once more as he carried you to a metallic table. He let you lie down on your back, letting you feel the cold of the metal upon your skin.

In retaliation, you got up, only to be stopped by Dottore as he injected another substance that would render you unable to speak. “There, there. I don't want to make things harder for us both, hm? I like you. Not only are you fit enough to become a god that could rival the archons in terms of power, but you…you’re perfect for me, Serena.”

“But-but you promised!!!” you said, feeling your tongue fall slowly numb from the anesthetic given to you.

“Promised what? I never gave any promises to save you fully from the beginning, dear. You’re putting words in my mouth.”

“You promised to cure me….my….myyyy…mmmm….” you said as your tongue fully grew numb, rendering you unable to say anything that came into mind.

Dottore chuckled. “Promised a cure? For what, dear? You have to be more specific. Oh wait, you can’t speak…..Aw. What a pity.”

Dottore brought out a remote control, enabling Electro-powered chains to secure your hands and prevent you from leaving. “Stay still, dear. I’m about to bring something special to test out.”

“Arghhh!!!!! Hah!!!!!” you protested.

“Tsk. So stubborn. Worry not, dear. When this is all over, I’ll send you back to Fontaine, okay?”

Your face was angry in disbelief, your body wanting to escape the cold laboratory. Sounds of the chains echoed across the area as you protested for your life, even though you were already rendered helpless.

It was at that moment when Dottore pulled out a knife, cutting past the fabric of your clothes to reveal your swollen breasts, belly, and lower body. He took out every single cloth out of the table, earning another angry scream escaping your mouth.

“Hush, doll. I’ll be taking care of you. And you’re going to be a good girl for me, yes?”

You shook your head.

“Tsk.”

Dottore walked to the cabinet to bring out a classic rechargeable clitoral stimulator.

Returning to you, he leaned closer to murmur something inaudible, yet filthy. “I’m going to ruin you so bad you’ll even forget this is all a part of our little experiment.”

“Arghhhh! Hghhhhh!” you wailed.

Placing the hole of the stimulator over your clitoris, Dottore activated the toy, earning an involuntary moan from you. Dottore has studied enough about female anatomy to know where the right places were, and knew how to prepare you before getting over to the main course—to have him inside you.

The toy ‘pulled’ and ‘sucked’ similarly to when someone goes down on you. With each thrust inward, you let out a slight “ah!” here and there. That was only the first level, which meant that the intensity wasn’t at an all time high. Dottore was extremely satisfied with the way you were reacting, so far as to rub his crotch in arousal with his other hand.

“You’re taking this toy so well, dear Serena.” Dottore purred. “I’m sure that if you’ll have me inside you, there’ll be some way to have this dick in you with less effort.”

Dottore set the toy’s intensity level to a max, earning a loud moan from you. Your clit felt like it was going to twitch from the overwhelming stimulation dealt upon it. Your crotch felt wet, and that you were going to cum very soon. You slightly moved your cunt back and forth to the hole that ‘suctioned’ your clit, fighting back the urge to thrust your cunt in and out of the suctioning hole with full force.

“Humping the toy right back, are we, hm? Naughty girl.” Dottore murmured closer into your ear.

“Ah! Ah!”

“Filthy slut.” Dottore sneered once more. “Give into it. Feel its power.”

“Ah, hah!!!!” you screamed as you rocked your hips into the toy, grinding against it not because you wanted it, but because you needed it. You needed to get off.

You felt yourself coming close, gasping for air as Dottore held the toy closer to your clit.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

You let out an “Agh!!!”, signifying the climax has overtook your senses. Feeling your newfound orgasm, you continued to rock your hips onto the suctioning hole in hopes of feeling the after-effects of your high. You sighed in relief after getting what you wanted.

“Seems that my dearest subject has been very sensitive to external stimulators, let me write that down on my medical observations.” Dottore said as he grabbed a notebook with a pen attached to it from beside the table.

“Doctor!!!” Collei called out, rushing to the lab only to discover it had been locked and enclosed with an Electro barrier. She can’t get in, yet can see what was going on inside. She saw a small sneak peek of your naked form with Dottore scribbling down his observations in a notebook. “Doctor?”

Collei froze, watching you by the door’s small glass window. Dottore ensured the walls of the Fatui hideout were soundproof, which means that he couldn’t hear anything outside of the lab.

Upon returning the notebook to the table, he faced you to the front and pulled your legs forward. Without warning, he unzipped his pants, taking out his half-hard cock in the process. This made your eyes widen in surprise as you continued to protest even more despite your ability to speak rendered impossible.

“There, there, my dear, now it’s time for the main course.” Dottore sneered. “I promise this won’t take too long, I just wanted to…..test how many gods we can create with our children given your ability to bear a child.”

“Urghhhhh!!!! Arghhhhh!!!”

“Aw. Poor baby not consenting to becoming a part of my research? Well…..” Dottore laughed. “It’s not like you could do anything as of the moment, huh, Serena?”

“Arghhhhh!!!!”

Dottore ignored your pleas as he spread your legs wider, rubbing the tip of his cock across your clit with an intention to tease it. Before you knew it, he pushed his cock into your vagina with one quick thrust, causing you to yelp in pain.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Dottore mocked. “You’re really this inexperienced, are you? Mmmm…..you’re perfect for me.”

You had no defense against Dottore this time. All you had to do was feel his dick stretch past every inhibition your body had, feeling every burn and ache. Sliding his dick in inch by inch, it took two minutes before he could finally be completely inside you. The pain suddenly developed into pleasure, Dottore letting out a hum in satisfaction with your body’s compliance.

It wasn’t long until Dottore started bucking his hips, thrusting back and forth with a slow, practiced motion. Dottore was standing up in front of the table, which meant that he needed to have more control over his balance so as to not have his legs shake in the middle of the do.

Collei from outside the lab could see a sight of Dottore rocking you from outside, a look of concern taking over her face.

“If only I could get into the ear of yours to whisper such filthy secrets I have in store for you,” Dottore spoke. “….I would have done it sooner.”

Sounds of skin slapping filled the air as he took his sweet time enjoying those beautiful whimpers of yours. Your tits bounced up and down which just fueled Dottore to moan in reaction to seeing your body give into his own needs.

“Such pretty tits my little test subject has.” Dottore said as he gasped for air, “Had this place not been a lab, I surely would have taken you in and pounced on you right there and then.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Hm? Surrendering yourself too soon? Aw….but we’re just getting started.” Dottore cooed as he sped up the pace of his hips.

“Mmmmmmhhhh!!!!!”

“Mmmm…..seems like we’re getting closer, my dear.”

He was right. You were close, he was close. For a quickie, he need not waste his time any longer. He grabbed your hips hard, pulling them closer, so far as to leave red marks on them. You moaned in return, bucking your hips right back subconsciously. You’ve been feeling quite frisky lately, perhaps as a side effect of the drug that has been injected into you.

“My, my…..” Dottore chuckled, gasping for more air as he sped up the pace of rocking his hips in and out of you. “Eager for a little challenge, are we?” The two of you were thrusting into each other at this point as Dottore was getting close.

“Mmmmmhhh…..looks like I’m gonna……” Dottore moaned. He slightly slowed down, awaiting his release as you groaned in pleasure. With one sudden rush, he moaned once more along with you, his seed filling you to the brim.

After Dottore finished inside you, he grabbed a handkerchief, wiping his dick. He stared down at you while he reached for the remote control, deactivating the Electro-powered chains that stopped you from running away.

You could feel your tongue reverting to its normal state again, the numbness disappearing. With that, you were able to speak again.

“Treatment….Doctor. How’s…..the treatment….” you said as you panted hard post-orgasm.

“Your Eleazar symptoms have already subsided.” Dottore said. “You just needed to get off to cope with the side effects of the cure, since it contains chemicals similar to an aphrodisiac.”

“I see…..thank you….Doctor.” you said as your naked frame fell asleep on the metallic table.

Dottore unlocked the door with a simple remote control that deactivated the power of Electro. Leaving the lab, he stumbled upon Collei who happened to have watched the whole thing. Looking down at her, she attempted to run away only to be stopped by Dottore.

#il dottore #il dottore x reader #il dottore x you #dottore x reader #fatui smut #fatui dottore #fatui x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic

[carrie-organa]

Here’s How I Would’ve Ended Ted Lasso

My version includes:

actually acknowledging Keeley’s importance and making Roy not a creep.

actually calling Ted out for his weird ass behavior. This guy is depressed and no one ever asks him about his horrible self esteem issues.

Here, take it before I go insane.

Ted’s Storyline

The team would talk about Ted’s decision and there would be a debate about it. Sam and Jamie agree that he should go home to his son (for different but obvious reasons). Colin and Isaac believe strongly in found family and don’t understand why Ted choosing his son has to mean him abandoning them. Jamie’s perspective is changed. They have a good point.

Rebecca’s storyline in general was odd this episode. Her constantly reaching out to Ted and him shutting her down is so stupid and at odds with their relationship.

I would’ve had Ted explain his decision when she’s giving him her “You go, I’ll go” speech. Talk about his dad and bring up the 9/13 connection. WHY WAS THIS NEVER ACKNOWLEDGED.

Ted saying that not only does Henry miss him, no one here needs him anymore. He’s given them every tool he can think of and there’s nothing left for him to do. There’s nothing else he can give them.

side note: I think this is really at the root of Ted’s issues and I’m flabbergasted that no one calls him on it. He only feels like he should stay in situations where he’s needed. He never stays somewhere because he wants to be there. He’s the traveling salesman of optimism.

Rebecca: You’re right Ted, maybe we don’t need you to remind us to have hope or to believe in ourselves. To reach for happiness. But just because we no longer need you does not mean you are not wanted. Are you happy here? Ted: It’s not that simple. Henry— Rebecca: Yes, I know about Henry, and I completely understand your concerns. I’m asking you if you’re happy here. You, Ted Lasso, the man, not the coach or the father. Are. You. Happy. Ted (bursting with it): Yes. Of course I am. I never thought I’d have an experience like this in my life. It doesn’t seem real. It feels like I fell asleep and I’m going to wake up in exactly the same place I started when I woke up. But I can’t leave Henry. I can’t abandon my son because I like my job. That’s not fair to him.

Ted’s weird detachment would’ve been addressed during the game. The team’s first half wasn’t effected by them crying over Beard’s video but rather by Ted’s refusal to coach them anymore.

Ted: I’m not gonna give y’all a pep talk. Jamie: why the FUCK not? why are you checking out? (puppy dog eyes) what did we do wrong? Ted: deer in the headlights. Turns to Beard and Roy for help. They don’t offer any. They’re wondering the same thing.

No one is disputing that there’s an issue with Ted’s situation. It hurts to be away from his son, it hurts Henry to be away from his dad. HOWEVER — the only solution isn’t to go home and leave everyone behind.

Ted makes some kind of analogy to ties in football games. Sometimes there are no-win scenarios and you just have to accept it. Roy: that’s bullshit.

The episode is about Ted losing sight of his own philosophy and the people who love him reminding him of it. Restoring his sense of belief and optimism. Telling him not to accept a no-win scenario.

The RoyKeeleyJamie of it all

Roy’s obsession with getting Keeley back when she keeps pushing him away is cringey. Someone needs to ask him why he’s being so insistent. I choose Rebecca.

Rebecca: if you don’t explain yourself right now I’m sending you to HR. I’ve never seen you act like this.

After Jamie/Keeley hug

Roy: what were you talking to Keeley about? Jamie: none of your business, mate. Roy (still an insecure bean): Are you guys…getting back together? Jamie (furrowed brows): No? I just asked if she would go on a business trip to New Zealand with me. Make sure I don’t get thrown out of the entire country hitting on the Prime Minister. Roy (unable to help himself): She’s not PM anymore. Jamie: Hm. Shame. Well, she’s still fit. Jamie makes it clear he’s not interested in starting anything with Keeley, after Mom City he knows he really needs to work on himself before he can date anybody. The perspective is very much side-eying Roy, who has decided to ignore all of his issues.

WHY HAS NO ONE ASKED KEELEY WHAT SHE WANTS.

Roy and Jamie still go to a bar. Still end up at Keeley’s door. But this time not because they were fighting over her (because cringe. even though both of them have feelings for her, they respect her autonomy). No, this time, Roy got fucking pissed and he’s being a sad sack and refuses to go home so Jamie followed him to Keeley’s to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Jamie: Roy, mate, let’s go home. We’ll get a kebab on the way. Roy: No, I just…I just need to know what I’m doing wrong. Please. Keeley: Roy… Roy: If you just tell me then I can fix it! Keeley: It isn’t you! (off Roy) It’s not. I promise. I just…I keep ending up in these intense, whirlwind relationships, and I can’t jump into another one again. Not yet. Not until I know it’s going to end up differently. Because I swear to god, Roy, if I lose you again (tearing up) I will not survive it. I barely survived it the first time. Roy: me too… Jamie (cannot handle uncomfortable situations): Yeah me neither, if I’m honest. (off looks from them both) WHAT? You were both so sad and quiet. Well, this one’s always quiet (gesture to Roy) but it was different. It was weird. I saw him crying in his car once. Roy: I was not crying in the car… Jamie: Yes you were! I saw you wipe a tear! Keeley: BOYS! (they’re exhausting. it’s late. she wants to stop being ambushed into these emotional conversations). something about how her type is clearly smoking hot, intense brunettes (check the math — Jamie, Roy, Jack). Preferably by a cheeky Jamie as he leads a quiet Roy to an uber.

The season has not set up Roy and Keeley to get back together. It just hasn’t. But I think it has set up Keeley to acknowledge how much Roy means to her and to explain why she’s skittish about getting back together with him right now. I think she wants to give him a chance, it’s just going to take some time.

I’d like to see a scene with just the two of them where Keeley asks him not to give up, please. Because that’s Roy’s issue, he quits while he’s ahead and he gives up because it’s easier than getting really hurt. He’s putting himself out there, and I love that because growth, but I think there needs to be an acknowledgment that he’s gone about it wrong.

Roy: I know that I’ve been a right fucking twat with all this badgering and I apologize. I know it’s all too little, too late and you’ve moved on. I do want to be friends, if you’ll let me. I just can’t handle another year where you’re not a part of my life. It’s unbearable. Keeley: It really was. Roy: If you want to get coffee sometime, or something (call back to when he asked her out in S1), just let me know. It won’t be a date. Just as friends. Keeley (nodding, equal parts relieved and disappointed): Okay. Roy walks away, they’re in the car park. Keeley calls his name and runs up to him. Kisses his cheek. Obviously there’s still something there, but they’re just gonna have a different start this time. A slow build, rather than an intense start.

Miscellaneous Complaints:

I would’ve added at least another 20 minutes to the finale. How the team reacts to Ted leaving. And I think he should leave, I think he should go back to Kansas and there should be a little time jump. Michelle tells him she knows he’s unfulfilled, Henry saying he misses visiting him in Richmond. This decision is good for literally no one when you actually see it through. It’s a nice gesture but ultimately it’s meaningless.

The way Nate is just there is so unsatisfying to me. He’s such an important character in the show and the finale paid him dust.

What happened with Bex and the other girl when they spoke to Rebecca? There was no resolution there.

BEARD AND JANE ARE NOT COUPLE GOALS. Why does the narrative simultaneously acknowledge that she straight up sucks but never give Beard the push to leave her???? I just straight up do not get it.

In conclusion, I see the vision but the execution was horrible and I don't understand how this is supposed to stick the landing. I genuinely believe they'll announce a Richmond spinoff, especially given Ted's note on Trent's manuscript. Although I do not think that the team's future is anything like the one Ted dreamt about on the plane. Those were the wishes he had for them. I look forward to reading the fics where he's dead wrong and Rebecca drags him back by his moustache hair

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #roykeeley #keeley jones #roy kent #rebecca welton #tedbecca

[notmorbid]

the guest.

dialogue prompts from the guest: a novel by emma cline.

you've always been good at seeing things clearly.

compared to the city, this is heaven.

what are people seeing in my aura?

i have no memory of it, but it's possible.

things i touch start to seem doomed.

it's always best not to know too much.

we had fun, didn't we?

you're nice, in your demented way.

a date? an actual date?

this is real, you and me. or it could be.

isn't it better to give people what they want?

you aren't close with your family?

i'm no longer vulnerable to your opinion.

do you need anything, before i head out?

this is a convincing substitute for a life.

no problem is unsolvable.

who could be threatened by a girl scout?

people just want to hear their own voices.

certain places make you feel like all problems have solutions.

what would it take to get you to break character?

i don't really think it's that kind of party.

am i misreading the vibe?

there are many ways to keep knowledge for yourself.

i should've put on real clothes. shoes, at least.

do you have something you want to tell me?

we were friends, weren't we?

i think we've met, maybe, right?

my life before seems a million miles away.

everyone here has known me too long.

do you want a beer?

i'm a vegetarian, mostly.

it would make sense if none of this were real.

whenever i'm scared, i just make myself believe it's all a movie.

i actually like cooking. it relaxes me.

i'd rather sit in here with you.

you don't seem old enough to have a kid.

you can kick me out whenever you need to, really.

come sit with me. please. i'm lonely.

i can make literally anything you want. i went to bartending school.

who would want to fuck ____?

what do we think? good or bad?

i did something that can't be undone.

just get out, okay?

do you think it's not obvious, what your deal is?

sugar doesn't grow your bones.

sorry, i'm visiting. i don't know the rules.

i'm not even a grownup.

i have you. you're okay.

wait. are you feeling sorry for me?

i didn't feel well. i left early.

i'll bet you were one of those kids who never seemed young.

you're, like, really pretty.

people's unhappiness can infect you.

what's your accent?

i kind of wondered if i'd see you.

you don't actually care. you care about seeming like you care.

it's easy to be nice to you.

good to see you out and about.

where'd you go? i missed you.

is there some place quieter?

what bad things could ever befall you?

when you cover something up, it makes people look harder.

i'm gonna kiss you. yeah?

how come you don't tell me anything?

i wish we could just stay here and never go home.

most people never feel how they're supposed to feel.

i'm tired of you keeping tabs on me, acting like i'm a kid.

it looks worse than it actually is.

where are you? how come i'm all alone?

you can't just make this disappear.

it sounded true when i was saying it.

all is good. all is well. lovely, even.

you'll forget it all, with a little effort.

#sentence starters #rp memes #rp meme #ask meme #inbox memes

[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of stories based off classic fairy tales or featuring heavy fairy tale elements

A Marvelous Night for a Moondance by @flowercrown-bard | T | 1k

There was a warning every child living near Oakwood Valley knew. "Don't go out at night, or you'll disturb the Moonlit Dancer." No one truly knew who the Moonlit Dancer was, but everyone agreed on two things: The Dancer must be dangerous. And he must be oh so lonely.

so can we pretend, sweetly by @redjewelsforeyes | T | 2k

Jaskier is a regular human bard, and Geralt could swear that yesterday he’d had regular human teeth. They’re just a little bit too long for his mouth, now- too white, too sharp. A predator’s. Jaskier clicks them together, experimentally, and winces when he bites his tongue. “Fuck anyone you weren’t supposed to?”  “I don’t fuck anyone I’m supposed to,” Jaskier says, a little proudly.

the gleam in your eyes by @dear-galileo | G | 3k

jaskier's been cursed to fall asleep every time geralt is not touching him. they try to make it work.

Like a Flower of Gold by @kimikocha | M | 5k

When Jaskier sets out to visit an ancient castle reputed to belong to a legendary Beast, he assumes the place will be abandoned. The Beast, after all, is a children's tale. But then, so are the healing powers granted certain people by the magical sundrop flower, and Jaskier himself is anything but a children's tale. The castle he finds is less abandoned than he thinks, and it turns out that the Beast might not be so mythical after all.

Petals All Plucked by @rebrandedbard | G | 10k

Poppy, Lily, Aster, Rose Ask them not where true love grows Nothing lost or gained by those Ask the daisy stem who knows When Jaskier inadvertently breaks the heart of a witch in his youth, she curses him with a blessing that whenever he plucks a daisy's petals, it will decide his love until the day he finds a love that is true. All his years, Jaskier never realizes that the blessing is a curse, manipulating the content of those hearts he seeks to know. When he meets Geralt, the temptation to ask the daisies grows stronger and stronger ...

Once Upon a Wine by @inexplicifics and @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher | T | 10k

Yennefer is very tired of Jaskier and Geralt pining at each other, and after a little too much wine, the solution seems obvious: a curse that can only be broken by true love's kiss. Geralt and Jaskier would just like to know why their lives have suddenly gotten so very strange.

a dream is a wish the heart makes by @dear-galileo | T | 12k

the last thing geralt had expected to do was meet a prince in the woods. no- the last thing that geralt expected to do was fall in love with the prince, and make a deal with a witch to see him again. (cinderella witcher retelling)

home is nowhere, therefore you by @et-in-arkadia | E | 18k

"Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

Tale as Old as Time by @goodheavensgwen | E | 25k

Fresh out of Oxenfurt and beginning his bardic career, Jaskier yearns for adventure. Following the whispers of a story, he finds himself in a crumbling old keep inhabited by an odd yet delightful group of enchanted furniture. As Jaskier celebrates finally finding something worthy of a song, his joy is cut short when a giant wolf-like beast emerges, thunderously forbidding Jaskier from ever leaving. Now trapped in a strange enchanted castle, Jaskier finds himself growing closer and closer to its inhabitants, including the mysterious beast, who may not be as monstrous as Jaskier first thought. Will love break the curse, or are things more complicated than they seem? After all… who could ever learn to love a beast?

The Spectre's Wreath by @rebrandedbard | M | 28k

Geralt is wrongfully hired to dispose of a vengeful spectre that haunts a lake, only to discover it is the town's unknown guardian and the very spirit of Yule itself. Yule curses Geralt with a wreath atop his head. If he does not receive a kiss before the lake thaws in spring, he will turn to ice and die. With the pass to Kaer Morhen closed up, Geralt decides to spend his last winter in Oxenfurt with Jaskier. But it may not be his last after all if Jaskier has anything to say about it.

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading!

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

[thedreamlessnights]

Roommates

Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader || NSFW || Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mention of sex toys, getting caught masturbating, oral sex (fem receiving), overstimulation, mentions of edging, P in V sex, cumming inside.

Synopsis: Jayce (your super hot roommate) doesn't know how to knock.

You’ve wanted Jayce since the moment you first saw him. 

Back then, you’d been in need of a roommate, but hardly anyone had responded to your advertisement. It’d gotten to the point where you were ready to give up and starve, desperate to find a solution. Anyone that had the money to split the rent, and wasn’t a creep. 

Like a saving grace, Jayce had answered your advertisement, the two of you had met up, and you’d figured out that he was essentially perfect within the first two minutes.

Jayce wasn’t a creep. Not even remotely. 

He was likable, tall, polite. A natural at creating conversation in the awkward pauses where you tried not to stare at him; tried not to notice how he smelled of bergamot and vetiver. 

He was single, too. 

You never really understood that. People flocked over him in every situation, fawning over him, batting their eyelashes as they eye-fucked him through conversations. How on earth was he not taken, when he could have his picking of anyone? When he could have you even, though you never truly had the courage to offer yourself to him?

How could you, though, when he was the perfect roommate? When it risked you losing everything you’d grown so accustomed to as a year and a half stretched on?

Jayce was tidy. He never ate your food from the fridge, or left the toilet seat up, or kept you up into the night blasting music. You liked the arrangement the two of you shared over quiet nights in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket and poring over a book. 

 Sometimes he’d even bring you back your favorite snack from the grocery store, grinning down at you, reminding you of the endearing gap between his teeth. 

When you got stuck on an assignment, he always seemed to know the answer. So damn smart. And, admittedly, he had pretty good taste in movies. 

Yes, some of them may have been cheesy, but they always left you smiling. Feel-good, as he liked to call it, sprawled out over the couch, long legs and warm, callused hands, and the shirt that hugged him just right.

You’d often spend your nights daydreaming of ways to tell him how you felt - tell him that you were his for the taking, if he ever wanted you. Unfortunately, daydreams were much easier to manipulate than real life. You could manipulate the lines, the settings, the feelings to be whatever you wanted to be. 

In life, you couldn’t do that. Confession was miserable, and you never found the courage to tell him.

As you find out one dreadful day, you don’t have to confess anything.

Instead, Jayce comes bursting through your bedroom door at the worst possible time - when you’re blissfully close to your climax, favorite vibrator fixed in hand, other hand gripping the sheets. When you’d forgotten to lock the door, thinking that he wouldn’t be home for another hour. 

You just barely have the time to shut the vibrator off and throw your sheets over yourself when you hear him, a flurry of cotton and your heart thrumming violently in your chest and thanking the heavens that you’d kept your shirt on. 

“Hey,” he says, seemingly not noticing anything amiss, “have you seen my, uh…”

And then he trails off, eyes fixed on your face, taking you in. Then, his gaze slowly trails downward. It fixes on two things: the vibrator that you’d neglected to cover, and your obvious bottle of lube. Very, very slowly, his cheeks go pink.

“I - I’m so sorry,” follows next. He covers his eyes, like that’ll somehow help the situation, then backs out of the room, feeling around at the doorway to help him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Sorry.” With a bump, he bangs into the doorway, nursing the side of his head. “Ouch,” he hisses. “Sorry!”

In all his embarrassment, he leaves the door open.

Considering what just happened, you’re not exactly about to get up, ass bare, and shut it. Now when it risks him seeing you again, but this time even more exposed.

“It’d help you to learn how to knock,” you call, shaking like a leaf from the leftover adrenaline. “And to shut the door!”

“Right!” 

Except he hesitates at the doorway when he sees you again, hovering around like he’s trying to decide on something. 

Your face is burning like the fucking sun. What the hell is he doing?

“Well?” you ask. “Are you planning to join in, or are you going to close the door?”

You don’t mean your question literally, but that changes as soon as you see his face. Flushed, yes, but his pupils are blown wide, lips parted, eyes darting over you and then away as if he doesn’t know what to say.

“D-Do you want me to join in?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I?”

He can’t be serious, can he?

“If you want,” you say, voice shakier than you want it to be. “Then… yeah, I want that.”

He nods.

“I want it, too.”

The look in his eyes is giving you some new form of confidence that has you raising your chin and meeting his gaze.

“Then close the door and come here,” you instruct. 

He’s quick to follow your instructions, shutting the door behind him with a soft click before he hesitantly approaches, halting at the foot of the bed.

It’s strange - it’s almost like he hasn’t ever done this before, but then again he hasn’t fucked anyone in the last year and a half (at least, not to your knowledge). He might just be ridiculously horny.

“Jayce,” you say, “what do you want?”

His eyes, which had been focused on the bottle of lube near you quickly flit back up to yours.

“I want to eat you out,” he says, swallowing hard. “I want to make you cum.”

In all your years, never once has a man told you he wants to eat you out. Most times, you’ve had to ask for it, and they’d complained the entire time and still hadn’t managed to make you cum.

The desperation Jayce clearly has for you is almost unbearable - it almost has you jumping him, tearing his clothes off, begging him to fuck you. Eating you out is a close second to that. You nod and slowly slide the sheets down your right thigh, and Jayce takes the opportunity to sit on the bed next to you.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“You can do anything you want,” you tell him, and he doesn’t waste a moment before pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss is hungry - his hands find your waist immediately, slowly tugging your shirt up, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin of your stomach, tongue molding against yours. You fist a hand in his hair and he moans into your mouth, already getting hard in his jeans.

As the kiss deepens, he pulls the shirt up and off you, trailing his mouth, hot and wanting, down your neck. He presses feather-light kisses, gentle bites, soft nuzzles to the skin, trailing down to your bra.

“Fuck,” he says when he sees it - as if he hadn’t noticed it there before. As if the plain fabric is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re so… fuck,” he groans. “Sexy. Jesus.” 

And with that, he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the bed, undoubtedly landing somewhere on your floor.

You were dripping before he’d come in. Now, well… if someone opened the dictionary to the word wet it’d probably be a picture of you. 

“Don’t stop,” you manage, practically panting as he makes his way down your stomach, stopping at your hips to nip near the bone and draw shuddering gasps out of you.

Your hand reaches down to grab his hair again but you find his hand instead, his grip steady on yours. Of course he’d hold hands during sex. Still, you can’t say that you mind. It has you flustered, soft. Pliable for him.

The warmth of his breath on your thigh already has you shivering, twitching at the feeling. He takes his time leaving hickeys up their expanse, kissing the soft flesh.

Then he slides lower.

The first breath on your clit has you jerking away from his touch. He presses his mouth to you ever so softly, then with more pressure, and you moan and grab the sheets with your free hand, absentmindedly grinding into his face.

“Fuck, Jayce,” you manage, mouth suddenly dry. You swallow hard, shutting your eyes and sinking into the feeling of his tongue slowly tracing circles around your clit, running long strokes against you with his mouth until you nearly cum then and there.

In response to your words, Jayce only groans. Never pulling away, never letting up. He’s like a man starved, arm hooked around your thigh to keep you still, other hand gripped in yours, firm but not painful, making you shudder and shake and whine for him until you almost can’t take it anymore.

You’d been so close before he came in that it doesn’t take you long to get there again - letting out a quick gasp and squeezing his hand.

“I’m close,” you manage.

He pauses for the briefest moment, sinks into you a little more, and promptly sucks on your clit.

The orgasm hits you like a fucking hammer - knocking the wind out of you, forcing your soul out of your body. You lose all sense of where you are as white-hot waves of pleasure sweep over you. You’re just barely aware that you’re moaning.

As you come down a little more, you realize that Jayce hasn’t stopped eating you out. Your breath hits your lungs in a sharp, desperate sound as you start to squirm from overstimulation.

“Jayce,” you breathe, “holy shit.”

He pauses for a moment, fingers trailing over your thigh. 

“Want me to stop?”

You pause for a moment.

“No,” you decide. “Keep going.”

More than happy to oblige, Jayce hooks your right thigh over his shoulder and goes back to work. Considering your sensitivity, his tongue is softer this time - light, gentle strokes, giving you a little space to recover as he slowly builds you up. 

It feels fucking amazing. When you jerk away, his hand tightens on your hip - essentially holding you down, and you've never had anything like this before. You’re making sounds that are wildly inappropriate, and you’re thanking everything possible that you don’t live in a shitty apartment building with paper-thin walls. 

As heat floods you and your back begins to arch, Jayce takes the opportunity to add in his fingers - much longer than yours, warm, thick. He starts with one, finding zero resistance, and immediately adds another. 

Fuck, you think, and then you’re gone.

As your second orgasm crashes over you - faster than you could ever get yourself there - your soul seems to leave your body. The world fuzzes and blurs, pleasure hums through your veins, and you clench around Jayce’s fingers.

It takes you a long moment to come down, panting. It’s then you realize that your hand is still tangled up in Jayce’s. He’s taken to pressing soft kisses everywhere he can - your thighs, your hips.

“Come up here,” you request. 

He’s still fully dressed, his shirt hugging his arms as he pushes up to you, leaving one final kiss on your thigh. Then he kisses your lips, still tasting of you. Post-climax, your brain is fogged over and your actions are clumsy. All you know is that you want him inside you, and that you can’t wait for it much longer.

Hooking your fingers under his shirt, you tug at it until he gets the picture and pulls it up over his head. Then you freeze.

You’ve seen Jayce shirtless before - after morning runs, standing bright-eyed in the kitchen, sweat shimmering on his skin, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’d had to leave the room every time, trying desperately not to think of that image when your hand found its way under the waistband of your pants and between your legs.

But now he’s on top of you - available to run your hands over, and you can’t resist the opportunity to do just that.

He whines when you touch him, burying his face in your neck as you map your way over his shoulder-blades, over his biceps and forearm, everywhere you can reach.

 “You’re gorgeous,” you murmur. “You know that, pretty boy?”

He lets out a whimper.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

That sentence, in addition to the fact that you can feel how hard he is against you - aching to be relieved - has you fucking desperate for him. You’re ready to start grinding against his leg.

“I want you inside me, Jayce,” you request. “Please - fuck me.”

He lifts up from your neck, sitting up to undo his jeans with shaking hands, shuddering as you touch his shoulders, kissing up his neck from behind.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” you hum, nipping at his ear. “So fucking… smart, and… sexy, and nice? How the hell has no one snatched you up yet?”

“I wanted you,” he confesses. “I’ve been trying to ask you out to dinner for months, but… I got nervous, I guess.”

You bite him a little harder and he winces, lifting his hips from the bed to pull his jeans down his legs. In apology, you leave a soft kiss on the mark you’ve just left, one that will undoubtedly bloom purple against his skin.

“Well, I guess we skipped dinner,” you say with a light laugh, nuzzling into his neck. “Unless you still want that, in which case… I’m free on Thursday?”

Jayce, still in his boxers, twists to face you in a single fluid motion, pushing you onto your back again, hands fixing on your wrists as he pins you down. His knees end up framing your waist as he grins down at you, loosening his grip.

“Thursday sounds like a plan,” he says, giving you another kiss. Then he moves downward, tugging his underwear off, propping your legs apart with his knee and lining himself up with your entrance.

He groans as he pushes into you, so wet for him that he slides all the way inside you with one motion. 

You choke out a moan and grab against his back, nails clawing into the skin.

“Holy fuck,” he pants. “Feel so… fucking good for me. Fuck.”

After all the time he’d been hard and leaking for you, it doesn’t take him very long to get close - but each time he gets to the edge, he slows down, pressing his forehead to yours, brows creasing.

He’s edging himself, essentially. That, combined with the way he’s whining, the way he’s rambling on about how good you feel, how perfect you are - the way his cock is stretching you, lengthy and thick - it all has you approaching yet another climax.

“Christ,” you manage. “Jayce, I’m going to cum again.”

Jayce whimpers, his pace halting for a moment.

“Tell - tell me where to cum,” he clenches out. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Inside,” you breathe. “I- It’s safe. Cum inside me.”

He thrusts harder into you - thrusts that have you clenching around him - and groans, biting your shoulder and cums inside you.

You’re quick to follow him into your third orgasm, legs tightening around his waist, one hand fisting in his hair, moaning into his mouth as he kisses you. 

It goes quiet for a moment after that as the two of you recover, shaking, coming down from your respective climaxes.

Your mouth is incredibly dry, and you find yourself swallowing hard, trying to catch your breath. Pushing loose strands of hair out of Jayce’s face, you laugh a little, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“That was pretty fucking good,” you tell him. “Want to go another round?”

Jayce laughs with you, burying his face in your neck.

“Yeah,” he says. “Just… give me five minutes.”

#jayce x reader #jayce talis x reader #jayce x you #jayce arcane x you #jayce talis #arcane #mywriting

[blorbologist]

😭😭😭 I request Food

holds up a fork, say AAAH, got Percy and grief for you!

Will I ever shut up about Julius having a bastard or two? NO! In C1 Whitestone has 4 thousand inhabitants, give or take, which is small compared to what it will grow to be, but not so small that everyone knows everyone. So I think it takes a while before Percy, while on a walk with Vex, nearly breaks his neck whipping his head around because he heard his brother's laugh. Only it's not Julius' - obviously - but that coming from a child, older than five but not a teenager, bounding through some game with other children after school. And he knows, he fucking knows. But what would he do about it? He spies the mother across the way, and she seems happy, with some kind spouse on her arm who looks nothing like the child. Percy being Percy likely digs around for as much information as he can, because It's Percy, before finding that the best solution would be to leave well enough alone. Not get this family involved in this. It fucking hurts, though, seeing a piece of his brother and not knowing what it means (did Julius know? Did Mother and Father know? Who was she to him?). I'm not sure of the details I've got THREE of these to get through.

No one really thinks to mourn Victor. It frankly took a while for most to realize he was gone, that he was one of the dead after the siege of Vasselheim. Eccentric, old, alone but for some merchants he was amicable with... and his few regular customers. Percy finds out, intending to set up a long-term arrangement to supply his Riflemen, maybe pay for him to relocate to Whitestone. It hits him harder than it should - this could have easily been him, a mirror he hadn't considered when Ripley's was so obvious. He can't find the prosthetic in the rubble. Not quite sure what to make of that.

I think part of Percy still wanted to have hope in Anders. Not did - that had been scoured long before the name appeared on the List - but wanted. This was his tutor, a person who probably influenced his values, experimental ethic and way of solving problems more than he would like to consider. Maybe part of him hopped, dearly hopped beneath the smoke, that they'd find Anders and he'd confess to a misunderstanding. That he'd been wrong, or mislead, or his involvement and intent exaggerated. Unlikely, but - damn the gods, the curious kid in Percival still wanted that badly. (The man in him wanted it just to shoot him in the mouth anyways, because he lived and his family did not.)

#critical role #percival fredrickstein von musel de rolo iii #percival de rolo #julius de rolo #de rolo family #victor cr #cr victor #does victor even have a fuckin tag??? no????? blasphemy #cr headcanons #ask game #ask

[cassyapper]

At the beginning of SDC, it seems pretty obvious that Jotaro feels like he can't ask for help/has to do things on his own given his solution to thinking he's possessed and dangerous is to lock himself in a cell until he can figure things out. Would you say that over the course of SDC, Jotaro came to realize/learn he could rely on others only to have that notion obliterated in the final acts, therefore reinforcing his initial ideas that he has to do dangerous things alone lest others get hurt, or do you think he never really believed he could ask for help/rely on others and the happenings of SDC just reinforced that? Maybe some third thing? I've seen various takes and wanna hear yours if you wouldn't mind!

anon i'm literally so excited that you asked me this because it gives me an opportunity to talk about this one aspect of jotaro's character that has driven me fucking nuts since 2020

so, tl;dr: i think it's the third thing and that third thing is it's a mix of he both learned to trust/sdc reinforced his refusal of help shtick (that is to say, he started to learn how to trust people, but because of how it ended, he closed himself off from that path for good)

full story:

i agree with you so much that he starts sdc believing he cannot rely on anyone, that he has to do it all alone lest someone get hurt. he more or less says this straight up in the prison scene, so you know I'm not just pulling this out of my ass:

HOWEVER: i think during the journey to cairo, he starts to learn to let go a bit. he still prefers to be in control, do not get me wrong, but he's willing to reach out more, to rely on others. we see this highlighted best in the lover's arc, with how he depends on kakyoin to keep his grandfather safe:

and in the anubis arc, when jotaro outright asks for joseph's help with his wound, and accept's polnareff's help while he waits for joseph to get there

he went from being terrified of when he's not in control and cornering and locking himself up like a rabid animal over it, to being uneasy when he's not in control, but also being able to trust the crusaders to have his back when he needs them. he still unfairly shoulders a lot of burdens, more than he really should, but he wouldn't be jotaro if he didn't. but, at this point, he wasn't so unhealthy about it; he was willing to be taken care of, he was willing to trust that others will do their parts

this doesn't last, though. because jotaro has been taking on so much, he still has this perception that things can really only be okay if he at least has a part in what's going on, should he not be at the head of it. and when the journey ends with his friends dying in battles that he had no part in (ie vanilla ice vs iggy, avdol, and polnareff; dio vs joseph and kakyoin and hierophant's barrier), dying in battles he wasn't there to save them from like before (saying, in justice)...but then he could defeat dio...i think that seriously messed with his head

like the grief alone ruined him, it was so consuming and he was so young and he lost so much in such a short amount of time, and i think the only way he could begin to rationalize it was to find a way to make sure it would never, ever happen again. and given his wont to shoulder things unnecessarily and his need for control before all this, i think that morphed into him being like "only i can fight. only i can go into dangerous situations because only i can ensure defeat of the enemy without dying." it's not that he thinks others are incapable necessarily (though he does have issues in that regard), it's just he thinks of himself as like, the op character in a fighting game. you can win any fight no sweat with him. you don't have to try as hard or lose as much health if you use him. and since this is real life, isn't it then his moral obligation to be the one at the front all the time? if he's the one who will be less hurt, less likely to die, while still getting the same result of killing the enemy? he thinks of himself as a one-man army

anyway that's part of why sdc is such a tragedy to me. jotaro was learning, he was reaching out, he was choosing to trust others for the first time in his life, but it got ruined before it could stick. jotaro's own grief prevents him from moving on, from being able to trust like that again, because he had never been stabbed in the underbelly like that and he never, ever wants to again, even if it means he'll die. and he will. and it makes me want to sob and scream and cry

#cass cries #jjba #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #back at it again with my jotaro analysis i have class in 30 minutes

[volsungar-the-mighty]

I have to say (Not So) Blind Dates is one of all time favourite Thiam fics. I just love the whole vibe of it. The secret relationship, Theo drawing Liam and Theo with a beard. Just gorgeous.

Also really love Bound in Lust and How (k)not to Handle Your First Heat.

So for the TW pairing prompts:

Liam and Derek

And my current OT3 Liam, Theo and Isaac

(Not so) Blind dates was one of those fics i really remember I enjoyed writing. Just the concept of being in a secret relationship, and then going on a blind date with the person you're dating was a fun little twist on it.

I'm especially glad you liked both Bound in Lust and How (k)not to Handle your first heat. those were incredibly fun fics to write, especially How (k)not to Handle your first heat. Getting to write Liam becoming completely enraptured by his cock, and having that dual mentality of "need to breed" vs "need to be bred" was really fun to write and explore.

So, for the pairings!

Liam/Derek

Derek always had his eyes on Liam, from the moment he was introduced to the little angry kid. It was hard, since the kid was just so enticing, he had to stay away. It was only when Liam returned from college a few years later, bigger, buffer, and somehow angrier then ever that Derek realised that he was fucked.

He didnt know how it happened, or how he found out. But what he did find out was that Liams anger was tied to his lust. But jerking off wasnt the most optimal solution, especially for a werewolf so hyped up on hormones and the scent of everyone elses lust. No...Liam needed to be fucked, or bury his cock in a plump ass. Derek was more then a little happy to help Liam relieve his anger, pumping his ass full with more then a few gallons of cum whenever he was a little angry. And when Liam was being a little brat one day, Derek decided to turn the tables and fucked Liam in the middle of the living room.

Sure...maybe that wasnt the best way for the rest of the pack to find out about their relationship. But Liam didnt seem to mind when the rest of the pack decided to have a go, with Derek going for sloppy seconds, thirds and fourths once everyone else had had their fun.

Liam/Theo/Isaac

This one is a...little harder, since it's been a while since i read anything with Isaac.

In this scenario, i think the reason Isaac ran off was because he'd started to develop feelings for Scott, but felt that, after Allisons death, he needed a refresher, running away across the country, never to be heard from again, or so he hoped.

He tried to drown his grief over Allisons death in alcohol, though found that hard due to his werewolf healing, and so quickly started whoring himself out. Often he was just an anonymous cock in a glory hole in the gay bar down town, but he soon became a regular dancer at the club and began to rake in the money.

A few years down the line, in walk two striking young men, only a year or two younger then him. One of them absolutely reeks of Scott and his pack, while the other only vaguely smells like Scott. The two of them are very in love with each other, and Isaac is more then a little wary of catching their attention, not wanting word of his location to get to Scott and the others.

However, as the weeks fly by, it becomes obvious to Isaac that these men dont know who he is. They never initiate conversation with him, never seem to be watching him for any reason other then the fact that he's dancing on stage. When he listens in on them, they're never talking about him except when they're talking about him dancing, and the possibility of "hiring him for a night".

This confused Isaac, but makes him a little relieved. So he starts to serve them drinks between dances, starts flirting with them. Before he knew it, he was laying on a bed, getting spit roasted by the two hunks, the angry one fucking his ass having introduced himself as Liam, the calmer, more sadistic one calling himself Theo. Isaac had no idea who they were, no idea how they were connected to Scott...but he knew he was quickly developing a crush.

Eventually the three end up in a fully committed relationship. Isaac is reintroduced to Scott and the pack, a complete surprise to everyone else, Liam and Theo especially when they both realise that their new boyfriend is the Isaac that they'd heard about so often.

Isaac still dances at the club. But now he's joined by his two boyfriends, and they only get rented out as a group. For a much higher price, of course.

[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

19. What are you trying to achieve here? 😢

hiii wazo, thanks for the prompt! 💖

I meant to only write a ficlet for this, but then I got super inspired <3 and made myself very sad in the process 🥲 hope you enjoy!

It had started with Ian randomly quizzing him about some math problem or another. Mickey easily gave him the solution, promptly rolling his eyes at the genuinely impressed look on the red-headed dork’s face.

Of course, it must have actually started some time before then for Ian, since the kid never really did anything randomly. But Mickey, for his part, was completely lost on what Gallagher was doing with these questions.

At first he thought Ian just needed some help with all the dumb classes he was taking in order to get into West Point. That seemed to Mickey like a reasonable enough explanation. If he was honest with himself, he really didn’t mind Ian wanting his help with that stuff, as dumb as he thought the whole army thing was.

Or as dumb as he thought school in general was, for that matter.

But at some point Mickey had figured out that the increasingly complicated math questions had nothing to do with Ian needing to learn all about trigonometry, or whatever the fuck.

Especially since, apart from the goofy grin on the guy’s face every time Mickey gave the correct answer to a question, Ian didn’t really react in any way that could make Mickey think he had just helped Ian learn anything.

When Ian studied, he got focused as fuck. Mickey watched him when they were in the store–Ian sat at the till with his books while Mickey skimmed through a magazine, trying to stave off boredom as he waited for Ian to take a break so they could fuck in the back room or something.

It was impossible to distract Ian when he was that focused. He might ask Mickey a quick question–sporting an adorable (shut up), confused frown on his face signaling he was totally lost on whatever he had just been reading–but then he would just as rapidly go back to his books, face serious and concentrated as ever.

Eyes on the prize and all that. Determined motherfucker.

So no. This was different.

It had nothing to do with whatever Ian was studying, Mickey was sure of it.

It kind of bugged him not to know what Ian was up to, but he let it go, mostly–except for raised eyebrows and a look on his face that clearly said The fuck you playin’ at? Ian’s only response was to smile even bigger.

At the end of the day, it was just another way in which Ian could be weird sometimes. It was harmless. It was fine. Plus, Mickey liked the attention, liked to see that dumb look on Gallagher’s face. Whatever. Sue him.

Over that summer, though, at some point the goofy and impressed smiles started to come accompanied by actual spoken-out-loud compliments.

You’re really good at this stuff, Mick. Wow, I couldn’t have worked that out in a million years! And you just did that math in your head, that quick? Holy fuck, you’re a genius, Mickey were all things that were coming out of Gallagher’s mouth, as if Mickey’s world didn’t shift on its axis every time Ian said something nice about him.

He didn’t know how to react. He hated blushing, for obvious fucking reasons, but it seemed like his face was constantly intent on betraying him on that point. He forced himself not to say anything, since he found that if he tried, all that would escape his lips would be embarrassing as shit stammering.

So he mostly just ducked his head as quickly as he could and muttered a short Fuck off, Gallagher under his breath every time Ian paid him a compliment on his math skills. Or, well, anything really.

The thing was, he knew he was good at that stuff. Always was, against all odds, considering how little he had gone to school at all in the past several years. Yet he had found himself paying begrudging attention to those few math classes he attended, simply because–well, he liked that shit. He understood that shit. It came natural to him. He put it into practice almost every day, in the dealings he was involved in because of his father.

So unexpectedly, with very little book-learning to account for it, yeah. He was good at math. Really good.

Getting praise for it, though. That was fucking weird. He certainly hadn’t gotten it from his third grade math teacher–and that was probably the last time in his life Mickey tried in school. She had taken one look at him at the beginning of the year and decided he was a no-good Milkovich, pure and simple. How could someone like him possibly be worth teaching math to, even if he did seem to be unusually good with numbers?

Not that Mickey was used to being praised about anything, by anyone. Well, his mom was kind to him when he was a kid, as far as he could remember. But she was also not there most of the time, or was out of it when she was. Sweet words, and even songs, would come out of her mouth, but the look behind her eyes was vacant. She barely ever knew Mickey or any of her other kids were in the room when she was in one of those states. Which was most of the time.

No. Gallagher is without a doubt the first person to say a kind word to Mickey and mean it. There’s an earnestness in his face that cannot be denied, and that scares Mickey shitless. He doesn’t know what to do with it.

That’s why, one day, Mickey snaps.

Ian has been quizzing him on all these math problems he apparently found online–one question after the other, beaming like a little overexcited kid when Mickey quickly works out the answer, every single time.

Mickey’s starting to feel a little on edge, all the questioning making him feel a little dizzy, like he’s being interrogated by the fucking cops or something. Like so much is riding on his answers, but he’s not really sure why he should be this nervous in the first place.

It all comes to a head when Ian starts excitedly talking about how Mickey should take some advanced math classes at the local community college, should get a fucking certificate or something to attest his skills, and that could maybe in the future lead to–

“Just fucking stop!” he yells, slamming his palms on the counter in front of him. His breathing is labored, erratic. He feels on the edge of something–something scary–so he holds onto his rage instead.

“This little goddamn fantasy world you’re planning for me ain’t never gonna fuckin’ happen. I’m a Milkovich. I’m fucked for life, remember? The sooner you get that through your damn skull, the better. Who the fuck do you think you are anyway, to know what’s fucking best for me?! You’re not my fucking family, we don’t owe each other shit. What are you trying to achieve here?”

He finally stops for breath, his mouth gaping open as he sets aside his fury for a moment to take in Ian’s reaction to his tirade. Ian’s lips are pursed, his jaw tight and his shoulders rigid. But what really hits Mickey like a swift kick to the stomach is how wet and red-rimmed his eyes look.

And Mickey knows what it feels like to hold your tears at bay like that. Until it physically hurts. Until all you want to do is scream.

Mickey can’t stand the sight a minute more. He lowers his head, uses his palms to push himself away from the counter and then to shove open the door of the store, marching out of there as fast as his legs will allow him.

He feels a little wetness in his eyes. Shakes his head to try and get a fucking grip of himself. It’s fine. He’s fine.

Gallagher was annoying the fuck out of him, and he just snapped. Simple as that. Doesn’t mean anything. No need to fucking whine about it like a little bitch.

The image of Ian’s hurt expression comes rushing back to his mind’s eye with a vengeance, and Mickey wipes a frantic hand down his face. As if that’s going to do anything. As if it’s going to erase what he can’t unsee, what he can’t help feeling deep in his soul.

He’s walking down the street, no real destination in mind, his body as wild and directionless as his brain at the moment.

It’s fine. Tomorrow he’ll go back to the store, and everything will be fine. He knows he should probably apologize, but he also knows he won’t. Ian will forgive him anyway, hopefully. He’s sweet like that. Mickey just did the verbal equivalent of spitting in his face and kneeing him in the groin, but Ian will understand, eventually. He always does somehow.

Mickey hates himself. Hates his life, hates his fucking family, hates this whole goddamn existence. Hates that he wants that shit Ian was talking about, but can’t afford to want it. Hates that he can never have the things he wants.

After walking for about an hour, smoking one cigarette after another, he finds himself going into one of the abandoned buildings he and Ian have met up in a few times.

He needs a familiar, quiet place. To think. Maybe to dream a little. To daydream about a different life for a bit–one where he could have the things he wants–before going back to his real one.

He sits on the roof of the building, watching the sun set, blowing plumes of smoke towards the sky.

Mickey closes his eyes. He pictures red hair, green eyes, freckles. A blinding smile, directed at him. A soft gaze full of fondness. Big hands holding his face, long fingers carding through his hair. Strong arms squeezing him in a tight embrace.

Keeping his eyes shut, he can feel it all. This intense certainty that he can do whatever he wants in his life. Endless hope and reassurance coming from his favorite person–someone he loves completely, and who loves him in return, standing steadily at his side. The freedom to be who he is and to do what makes him truly happy.

A future where he–Mickey Milkovich, son of Terry Milkovich–is not fucked for life after all.

A world full of love and possibilities.

#ian x mickey #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #my fics #angst #set in s2 #pov mickey #the fact i've written this whole thing today is astounding to me considering how little i've written in months #i've actually completed a one-shot from start to finish! yay! #this will be coming to an ao3 near you as soon as i get it betaed #for now enjoy this raw straight-out-of-my-brain-box version

[tobiasdrake]

Time for dinner in the most depressing place on... Earth? Are we on Earth? I'm not sure if it's Earth.

I mean. I hope so. Somehow I don't think it will be that easy though. Some of the Solstice Warrior stuff we've listened in on gives off a vibe.

"We win this battle and then pack it in, we can cancel Solstice Warriors and everyone gets to retire forever!" just seems unlikely, y'know?

Also Cap'n keeps cutting off Valtraid when he tries to say things and it makes me nervous.

I like the idea of becoming pirate adventurers with these people but there's an awful lot of Unspokens floating around in the air right now from just about every direction.

We just saw the Dweller's siren song in action. That's fun. *shudder* Man, I can't wait until the Eclipse gets here.

And by "can't wait" I apparently mean we're going now.

Captain seems to know an awful lot about this whole ordeal. I'm beginning to wonder if she's one of us. Erlina, is that you?

Whatever the case, she makes a valid point: Based on everything we've been told, the Dweller of Woe can only be fought during the Eclipse. Until that point, any attempt to resist her would be futile.

However, I have a counterpoint to make: I haven't walked on water yet and Zale still needs to recognize the inherent superiority of night over day, so our prophecies are still dangling. We can't fulfill our prophecies if the Dweller kills us. Therefore, we are functionally immortal right now and can do whatever we want.

Let's go make bad choices!

See, the great thing about it being a mind control spell is that we don't even need to overpower the Dweller. We just need to overpower the villager. Lock them in a shed or something and see if it ever wears off.

Granted, trying to navigate the spooky woods is an ordeal in and of itself. Especially since I spent all my money buying a papillote recipe back in town so I wasn't able to upgrade my gear.

Also, Maleficent's thorns aren't making it easy, either. I'm not sure if the Dweller knows we're here and is trying to stop us from intervening, or if these are her typical precautions and she, like, just loosens the thorns to let her allured person pass?

Either way, this forest is, like most forests, extremely susceptible to burning. So this is Zale's time to shine.

Fortunately, the Dweller forgot she ordered DoorDash and got distracted with something else, leaving her poor victim stranded outside the gate.

...so much for "We just need to overpower the villager". I guess the Dweller would have countermeasures in place for that. It's the obvious solution.

Well, shit. Our first chance at doing something genuinely heroic and we failed miserably. Maybe we are only suited to being pirates and robbers.

Pack it in, guys. We--

NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. I will burn this forest down around your mansion. I will dig a tunnel under the barrier with a spoon if I have to. If the barrier goes all the way around, I will study rocket physics until I can build an engine under your barrier that launches your whole fucking mansion into space.

Absolutely not. No. Out of the question. You don't want to see how feral I can get. DO NOT.

Oh good, Captain Time/Space Assassin is here. Thank you so much because my mouth was writing checks that I have no idea if I could have cashed.

Cool. Let's save the introductions for later and first carry Garl somewhere and confine him. We're on a time crunch here before bad things resume happening.

Oh, you have an actual plan. That's great. I was going to wing it.

Hold up. Someone on this island has magic rocks that prevent the Dweller from being able to take you?

And the only reason people are forced to remain living here is that if you try to leave, the Dweller will immediately take you?

I have beef. Let's go mug an asshole.

Oh good, and there's some other fresh hell waiting to fuck us up. That's great. I love it here.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars