#and i'm adding Roach next

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 5 - Courting (Part 2)

Autumn Embers Masterlist

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CW: Alcohol Consumption, omegaverse relationship dynamics, omegaverse biology, You're Getting More OC Interaction (You're Welcome), brief discussion of intersex conditions, outside POV

Note: There's in world vocabulary that may be confusing! If so, let me know and I'll do a little glossary or something.

The food seems to settle everyone. You take them all in as they begin eating, noting that while they wait for you to start, John doesn’t require his men show him the same deference. In fact, any formality you observed goes right out the window as Kyle and Johnny swipe food off of each other’s plates. Simon’s food isn’t safe, either, but the big alpha doesn’t seem unhappy about it. The Captain flicks Johnny’s hand away when he makes an attempt at a carrot, but he only rumbles a gentle warning. Johnny responds by spearing a piece of broccoli instead.

“Tell us about your Quasi,” John requests, placing a very nice sliver of steak on the little bread plate between you.

Johnny is obviously staring as you pick the steak up with your fingers and pop it into your mouth. Kyle and Simon are a bit more reserved in showing their interest, but their scents are pleased. John rumbles an approving note, and resumes his meal.

You take a sip of water and smile to yourself. Where to even start? “There’s four of us. Three omegas and a beta.”

“Unconventional,” John says. On your other side, Simon huffs with muted laughter.

“It works for us,” you say with a shrug. “I don’t know that any of us would be happy with something more traditional. We’re a bit… independent.”

“I hear a story,” Kyle says with a grin.

“There’s too many stories,” you laugh. “Mel, our beta, could probably get along alright with a more typical pack. They know how to handle themselves, in a traditional sense. But their mate, Jack - the wee blonde one,” you say, which gets a grin from Johnny, “is a bit of a wild card. He likes Alphas right up to the point where they try to tell him what to do.”

“Sounds a bit familiar,” Simon rumbles. You grin at him before your next bite of salmon.

“And Chrissy,” you finally say, searching for the right words, “is… hot.”

“Pink dress,” Johnny and Kyle say at the same time.

John makes a skeptical noise. “She can’t be in a traditional pack because she’s attractive?”

“She’s a singer, dancer, and model. You’ve seen her on billboards.”

“Still not seeing the problem,” John says.

“You’ve seen her tits on billboards.” When all of their eyebrows pop up, you take a sip of your wine. “She’s also a software developer.”

John says, “Ah.”

Kyle says, “So she also wouldn’t like a… possessive partner.”

“Not even a little bit,” you chuckle. You can’t help but smile as you think about the last time an alpha “commanded” Chrissy not to dance in front of Jack. “We’ve all had… interesting experiences with traditionalists, alphas or otherwise. Finding each other has been… very good. I think I speak for all of us when I say I can’t imagine my life without them.”

“Surprised you agreed to consider us,” Simon rumbles, sliding a bite of his own steak onto your plate. “Sounds like your pack ain’t fond of alphas.”

“Alphas are fine,” you say, shrugging your shoulder. You hum at the way the ribeye melts on your tongue. Simon’s nostrils flare, and you let yourself smirk. “You have your uses, I suppose.”

That gets him to break. The Lieutenant’s scent, already earthy, gets deeper, pungent, like a forest after rain. But where you expected a challenge, he just smells satisfied and aroused. It’s only a moment before you can scent Kyle, then Johnny, spicy and peppery and intent.

“Easy, Ghost,” John says on your other side. “Soap, Gaz, reign it in.”

“Yes, sir,” Simon says, tipping his chin up and looking away.

A server clears their throat before stepping forward to refill your water.

Dinner is over before you realize. Good food, good company, and good wine loosens your reservations until you’re a hairs breadth from leaning on John’s shoulder as you laugh at something Kyle has said. One of the servers inquires about dessert, but Simon declines before you can even look at the menu.

“There’s a nice spot for ice cream,” Johnny says, “Right around the corner, if ye’d like to walk.”

You would like to walk, actually. The check is paid before you even get a chance to consider protesting, and then John is offering his arm to escort you out. He chuckles when you side step him with a wink, then falls behind you as the others snicker.

You feel daring, sexy, walking back through the now crowded garden with four alphas as your guard. Everyone makes way for you. An alpha visibly disapproves of your outfit, but she looks away with a pinched expression just as you feel Simon’s large hand on the small of your back, guiding you between two tables then gone again. A hostess nervously dances away for Johnny when he darts forward to get the door, and Kyle slips inside to take point.

It’s a bit of a power trip, walking in the center of their diamond. John remains behind and to your left, and his hand brushes your lower back to guide you, there and gone again in a way that makes your pulse flutter. It’s inappropriate - you haven’t accepted their courtship, really - but you can’t deny that it feels good. They’ve decided you’re worth the effort of an escort, that you’re soft and delicate enough to protect.

Outside the restaurant, you shoot off a quick text.

You: They’re taking me for ice cream. Best Bitch: secondary location Best Bitch: hot Barbie: !!! Beta Daddy: no You: Just going around the corner, Mel Beta Daddy: hard disagree Beta Daddy: we’re in the parking lot

Your head snaps up to scan the parked cars, and grin when you see Mel leaning against their sedan, three cars away, glaring down at their phone. They’re dressed for the weekend, in a loose, thin sweater and soft looking trousers. You chirrup for them, and take a step forward when they catch your eye.

It makes you jump when Kyle makes a questioning noise and steps close to hover at your elbow.

“My Quasi is here,” you explain. “We’re leaving for Jack’s heat tomorrow morning, so I’m sleeping over.”

Anything else they might ask fades to background noise when Jack pops out of the back of the car. Even before his scent hits you, you can tell he’s deep into his pre-heat. His short blond hair is fuffy from where he’s been running his fingers through it, and his eyes are bright with energy.

He’s also barely dressed. His favorite pre-heat outfit of loose shorts and a crop top that shows the barest hint of under boob leaves a lot of tempting skin on display. When you step forward to wrap him in your arms, it’s easy to slip one hand into the shirt and rub your wrist between his shoulders. He’s a burst of sugar and vanilla for your senses that makes you purr as he kisses at the side of your neck. You don’t resist when he wraps his arms around your shoulders, lifting him by his thighs until he can cling comfortably.

“You smell good,” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

“So do you, pretty.” You press your lips to his eyebrow. It’s an understatement - Jack smells like sex, like love, like home. Holding him makes you feel strong, sets your blood singing.

Mel’s displeased rumble brings you back to yourself. “Back off.”

It’s reflex to look over your shoulder, tucking Jack between you, Mel, and the body of the car. John’s pack is right where you left them, a respectful distance away, looking curious. Johnny is obviously taking in Jack’s scent, but it’s Kyle who’s pupils are dilated, scent burning with interest.

You set Jack down and go shoulder to shoulder with Mel, instincts realigning with your pack in record time. Your lip curls, “Problem?”

“No problem,” John answers, eyebrows and hands up. He looks between you and Mel with obvious confusion, then takes a step back. The others follow his lead. “I suppose this is where we leave you?”

“Don’t have to,” Kyle says.

Simon’s hand lands heavy against the back of the younger man’s neck as Mel’s scent goes hot with simmering anger and your body tenses for a fight. His voice is a soft rumble. “Yes, we do.”

“I dunno,” Jack pipes up, peeking around Mel’s shoulder. “I could go for ice cream right now.”

The hair on your arms stands up at the idea of all these alphas around your omega. “Get back in the car, Jack.”

“Could fetch you some,” Johnny offers with a sharp grin. You can smell him rising to your challenge, though he smells playful instead of mean. “Shame to deny a sweet treat a sweet treat.”

Mel’s spicy scent goes sharp with pure violence, and your own instincts go protective as they growl, “No.”

“I would love a caramel ribbon, actually,” Chrissy’s amused voice floats out from the window, and then she steps out of the car behind you. “Since you’re dragging me away from civilization for the weekend.”

“Soap, Gaz,” John barks. “Three steps back. Now.”

Simon drags them back by the backs of their shirts, eyes never leaving your face. John sidles back, as well, scent muted but muddled with frustration and confusion. Mel growls, low in their throat. You do, too, staring John down until Jack chirps at you and smooths a hand down your back.

A deep breath of fresh air clears the fog that Jack’s pre-heat put over your mind. Of course John is confused. He isn’t challenging you. You’re an omega. He just spent three hours wining and dining you, courting you. And you just challenged him like an alpha.

You don’t even try to hide your embarrassment, covering your mouth as your face floods with heat. “Oh my god.”

John looks between you and Mel. “Did we do something wrong?”

“No,” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. You haven’t felt this out of control of your body in a long time. “No, I just. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“She’s omicron,” Mel says, taking a step to put their body between you and John’s pack. “Alpha-Omega.”

You expect the stunned silence that follows and fight back embarrassed tears. While you should be frustrated with them telling your business on a first date, a part of you is relieved to not have to say it yourself. You don’t want to watch them put it together, why your scent is so odd, why you can’t have kids, that you’re the reason your quasi has to function without an alpha.

Omicron conditions aren’t unheard of, but it’s such a hassle to explain. Congenital, it only became apparent when it was time to present. You’d been alpha first, -late, compared to your peers - and then you’d been sick, your body rejecting itself until everything resolved omega. Except your scent, and the things alpha hormones had changed that couldn’t be undone.

“Interestin’,” Simon answers, and the tension drops from his shoulders. “I’m beta-alpha.”

You’re so startled that you chirp. “Oh!”

When you look at them, Johnny is grinning with all of his teeth. “Oh, so that bit of fang wasn’t just fer show.”

Kyle barks a laugh that must shock him, because he slaps his hand over his mouth as John scruffs him with a frustrated growl. Behind you Jack and Chrissy start cackling because they’re assholes. But they also smooth their hands down your spine. When Chrissy ducks under your arm for a hug, you can’t help but laugh, yourself. She’s wearing the same barely there outfit as Jack, all tits and belly and hips, which means the two of them ambushed you on purpose, and probably roped Mel into it.

“Did you actually want ice cream,” you ask, pecking a kiss against her eyebrow, “or did you just come here to disrupt my date?”

“The ice cream is a bonus,” Jack purrs from your other side.

“You’re all welcome,” John startles you by saying. “Our treat.”

Mel grumbles, but turns to look at you, eyebrows up. They still smell a little discontented, but much less actively angry than before. When you tip your chin up for a kiss, they give you their jaw, then buzz their lips against your cheekbone, easy as anything. They reach back to put a possessive hand over Jack’s belly, but don’t say anything one way or another.

Chrissy props her chin on your shoulder. “I vote for ice cream, but it’s your date."

“Oh, is it?” You look at where Simon still has Johnny by the back of his neck, at Kyle’s hopeful smile and John’s carefully neutral face. “I guess if things went well, you were going to meet anyways.”

“I thought the evening was going very well,” John says, with a cautious look between you and Mel. He settles on looking at Mel and continues, “We’d be happy to escort you, though I understand if you all would be more comfortable if we left.”

“I wanna go,” Jack says. “And I want an escort.”

John looks to you, eyebrows up. You look at Mel, who shrugs, then at Chrissy who only leans in to flutter her eyelashes against your cheek. When you look at him, Simon returns your gaze with his hands in his pockets. Johnny is still grinning, but it’s Kyle’s shy eye contact, then looking up and away that makes you relax your shoulders with a huff.

“Yeah, alright,” you say. “I could go for some ice cream.”

This time of year is a bit slow for an ice cream shop. Oliver doesn’t really mind working on Friday nights, but Chloe absolutely hates it. Especially when her friends are live-sub-peeping about the omega she likes sub-peeping some beta who might be in grade twelve. Oliver assumes the problem is that Chloe herself is in grade eleven. She’s been moodily checking her phone all night, spraying scent neutralizer around herself seemingly every five minutes.

He tries not to let her mood affect him too much. Chloe’s in that stage of presentation where anything he says to try to help is either too “fatherly” (never mind that he’s barely six years older than her) or “the shhhtupidest thing I’ve ever heard, Olive, gods above.” All he can really get away with is reminding her to wipe down tables and restock the waffle cones. She’s a good kid and sets to with minimal grumbling, so Oliver promises her she can take an extra scoop of her favorite flavor after close.

He almost calls her from moping in the back when party of eight is about to enter the building, but nearly swallows his tongue when the doors open and one of the biggest, broadest alphas he’s ever seen steps inside. Even with scent neutralizers, he’s intimidating in his all black ensemble. Behind him come three more alphas, two men and a strikingly dressed woman. On her arm is an omega woman he never thought he’d meet in person agian.

“V-iolet Redd!” he blurts, then blushes as he corrects, “Miss. Redd, wow, oh my gosh.”

“Hi darling,” his favorite local celebrity says.

She’s just as lovely as she ever was at either of the concerts he went to before she left her label. He tries not to look for the facial scar he knows hides under her makeup, but it’s hard to look anywhere else without seeing a lot of skin. She smells vaguely of pre-heat, thought maybe not her own, and Oliver wouldn’t want to challenge the alphas she’s with even accidentally so he keeps his eyes down. He prays that Chloe keeps up her usual disappearing act.

“H-Hi. Hello. Hi,” Oliver greets her, lamely, then shakes himself. “Um, can I… What can I get you?”

Miss Redd narrows her eyes. “I know you. We’ve met a couple of times, no? At a meet and greet?”

“You remember me?” He clears his throat of the squeak. “I mean- uhm. Yes. Twice.”

“Yes! Oliver,” she exclaims. Her smile is blinding as she leans on the counter. “You were about to leave for university! I hope life has been good to you, these last few years.”

Before Oliver can recover enough to answer, the woman she’s with puts a hand to the middle of her back. “Jack’s waiting. Mel and John can handle him, but I have a feeling the addition of Johnny is going to be trouble, even for them.”

“Tav’ll be on his best behavior,” one of the other alphas says, with a laugh in his voice.

“It’s not Johnny I’m worried about,” the taller woman chuckles, pressing a kiss against Miss Redd’s temple. She smiles at Oliver and says, “You should come to her next show. She doesn’t perform under that name anymore, but if you’re interested in blues, she’s at The Opal two nights a month.”

“I would love to,” Oliver breathes.

“I’ll write my handles on the receipt,” Miss Redd says with a smile. “Feel free to send me a message, I’ll get you a good table. I can’t promise free drinks, but I’d love to see you there.”

Chloe chooses that moment to do her job and come to the front, sullen as ever. “Hi. I can help who’s next.”

The next few minutes are the usual scoops and cones and cups and tiny spoons. Chloe’s scent goes muddled with nerves when the pretty alpha places his order for five separate scoops, but she only gives him a little more ice cream than she should, so that’s fine. The big one carries ice cream out to the four waiting at the small table on the patio, big and quiet. The alpha with her arm around Miss Redd orders cones for both of them, and two pints to go. The big guy pays for all of it and leaves a generous tip, though he doesn’t start in on his cup right away.

Miss Redd tears the receipt in half and scribbles her information on side. Then she requests Oliver’s for the other half.

“He has a boyfriend,” Chloe mutters.

“Tip her extra," Miss Redd laughs to the big alpha, who reaches back into his pocket without a word. To Chloe, she says, “Keep calling out bullshit when you see it. Oliver and I are trying to catch up so I can get him in to a concert, so I’ll be sure to get two tickets.”

The big man finally breaks his silence as he slips a tenner into the tip jar. “C’n feel Johnny thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ unwise.”

“Alright,” the other man laughs. “We should go, then.”

“It was great to see you Oliver,” Miss Redd tells him, so sincere it makes his throat tight. “I look forward to hearing from you. Message me this evening if you have a chance!”

“I will,” Oliver calls as the group exits.

Through the windows, Oliver watches the group eat their ice cream and talk. It’s easy to tell who Jack-and-Johnny must be, the way the other omega, just as scantily clad as Miss Redd, flirts with touching one of the alphas and keeps getting redirected and drawn away by someone who must be his beta. The alpha, for his part, keeps offering his cone for the little omega to taste and even looks like he’s leaning in for a kiss before the other alpha who didn’t come inside growls something that makes him laugh and retreat to the other side of the group. But Miss Redd and her alpha date are laughing and no one seems to be interested in trouble, so he makes himself focus on changing out one of the tubs of ice cream.

“You think they’re all one pack?” Chloe startles him by asking.

Oliver considers it, and shakes his head. “That’s… way too big for a single pack. That’s probably three packs, if not just… a couple of proximity packs.”

“I guess that makes sense. The alphas are military.”

“How do you know?”

“I looked at them,” she says, deadpan. “Seriously, Olive, that guy was huge and covered in scars.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s military. They could be bodyguards.”

“Fine,” Chloe says, rolling her eyes. “You win. Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” Oliver rolls his eyes right back.

“Great. I’m taking a break.”

Oliver doesn’t bother pointing out that she just got back from her third break in two hours. Instead, he scoops himself some cookie dough ice cream and says, “Yeah, let’s sit in the back for a bit. But you’re starting the next group. Deal.”

“Can I have some ice cream?” Chloe asks, then grins when Oliver nods. “Okay. Deal.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I Got That Good D*ck, Girl, You Didn’t Know? (Toji x F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Fuck you, Toji."

"Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."

Pairing: Escort!Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader (Roommates to FWBs/Lovers)

Synopsis: Your asshole roommate and his interesting yet effective occupation are starting to keep you up at night...mostly because of how horny you are hearing him fuck his clients through your paper-thin walls. Lucky for you, your roomie knows just what to do to apologize for keeping his favorite working girl up and make you understand why so many people put in big bills for him and his business.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Voyeurism; Masturbation (Alone & Mutual); Pervy!Reader; Sexual Tension; Coercion; Dubcon/R*pe; Cocky, Mean MDom!Toji x fsub!Reader; Toji Got a Big Ol' Dick; Sex Toy; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spit on Pussy; Facefucking; Multiple Positions (Mating Press & Doggy); Feet on the Bed; LOUD Sex; Reader Cums 2x; Cum on Ass; Some Aftercare

Writer's Note: A bitch has been SO busy with work & school plus commissions, but I hope y'all enjoy this lil something about Toji's toxic, big dick havin' ass. I was listening to the Biggie song down below & started thinking about Toji lmaoo so this came to be. Enjoy! -Jazz

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"OH, TOJI, YES! HARDER!"

The woman's piercing voice drifts through your bedroom wall right above your head, accompanied by the annoying banging of the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall. Luckily, your head is in your pillow so you can't feel any of the wood pounding against your skull.

But damn, if this lady's shrill moans and screams aren't starting to give you a headache. You tired stare up at the ceiling to your bedroom as you have been for the past hour now since this stranger arrived at your shared apartment and ventured with your roommate to his bedroom that happens to be right next to yours.

You knew what the drill was. You always have. Your year-long roommate, Toji, is known for having "lady callers" blowing up his phone and coming at random hours of the night to "spend time with him".

Whether these ladies are clients or just partners for the evening, you have no idea. But you don't care either. None of that matters when all of them are loud as fuck and disturbing your sleep cycle.

"Yeah?" Toji teasingly asks, his deep, rasped voice drifting through your thin bedroom walls. "You like it like this, ya little slut?"

"No," you groan in a response. The mystery lady, whom you only know from her previous giggles when Toji was chatting her up with wine and extensive, colorful vocabulary when he was eating her pussy earlier, only mews in response.

This is enough to make Toji pound her faster, making the bedsprings creak and the headboard pound harder against the wall. The woman's moans and shrieks of pleasure grow louder, no doubt waking the neighbors on your apartment floor.

You can physically feel the bags under your eyes grow as you stare your alarm clock sitting beside you. 2:34 AM. You have to be up at 6 AM to get to work by 8 for a meeting tomorrow.

Not that Toji cares. He never cares. No matter how many times you complain about the noise and his clients, he always gives you a crooked smile, a sweet apology, and a promise to never do it again...but then he does. Over and over again.

You have known Toji for over a year now since you put out an ad online for a possible roommate to help you with rent and expenses that began piling up. Toji met up with you that week at a coffee shop where he not only revealed himself as a fine ass single daddy who was looking for a new place after his got roaches, but he also revealed his "jack of all trades" identity.

"I do plumbing, I fix furniture, I have experience in construction," he explained, taking a sip of his cold brew. "And..." He paused, chuckling to himself and rubbing his chin. "I'm also a sex worker," he finished, waiting for your reaction as if you would be disgusted. "Is that cool with you?"

You had said no, but only after you were sure that he would keep his cliental separate from you and the rest of your home. And it isn't like Toji is a bad roommate. He pays rent on time, he fixes the toilet and pipes when they shut down, and he keeps the crib clean.

The only thing is the damn loud sex. Some nights, Toji meets his clients outside of your home, but other nights, when he is sure you're asleep, he has them come to his room and takes his appointments there. There are a few times you have awakened to one of his ladies using the bathroom or happened across massage oil that he accidentally left out on the sink.

All of that you can deal with....but not these loud ass women. Crying for more from "Daddy". Begging for more dick. Screaming for the heavens to hear. Every time it happens, you can't help but wonder: "Damn...is he THAT good?'

Finally, the pounding stops and the bedsprings squeak as Toji finally stops fucking his lady for the evening. You sigh, hoping to God that this is it and she has finally came. You pray for silence and sweet dreams.

But you're not gonna get it tonight. "Want it doggystyle this time, boo?" he asks. The lady giggles her high-pitched, fucked-out giggle. "Y-Yeah," she purrs.

You have never been more heated in your entire life. Your anger only grows when Toji finally gets his client on all fours and begins fucking her from behind, causing her squeal, scream, and wail as his dick drives into her. "OH, GOD, YES! HARDER! FASTER!"

'This bitch,' you think. At this point, you don't know if you're referring to the lady currently getting her guts rearranged or Toji. "Put your hands on the wall," he demands through his grunts and groans as he drives himself into her.

Your mouth falls agape and you glare at the wall as if he is staring right back at you through the plaster. 'This asshole!' you think, enraged. The lady does as she is told and suddenly, she grows louder than before as the headboard knocks harder against your wall, knock-knock-knocking in a loud pattern that begins to drive you nuts.

No amount of stuffing your pillows over your ears or music will do. Now you will have to do what you were dreading: knock on his door. You toss your duvet off of you, shove your Sanrio slippers on, and storm out of your bedroom.

Toji's bedroom is only a couple inches from yours, so it takes no time to get there. You stand there outside his door in your oversized sweatshirt and slippers, fuming and trying to ignore the sounds of sex through the wood.

Knock, knock, knock. Your fist raps against the wood, quick and firm. The bed stops creaking and the lady's moans die down to mere pants and whines. "Aw, shit," you hear Toji huff, frustrated. "Hold up, stay there." The lady groans in annoyance and impatience, needing more of her nighttime hit.

After a few short seconds of waiting and your arms crossed over your chest, the door finally opens. Toji stands there, looming over you at six-foot-something shirtless and in his sweats. Those damn sweats.

Your eyes graze up his big, toned, tatted form to his snakebites, black hair in disarray, and grey eyes looking down at you. He gives you that crooked smile that never fails to make your stomach flip. He truly is a handsome man. "Hey, roomie," he greets.

He cocks his head to the side, his smile fading and his eyebrow raised. "What's goin' on? Why are you up?" You do your best to keep your composure. "Why do you think I'm up, Toji?" you say, unable to keep the bite out of your tone.

Your six-foot roommate doesn't seem to catch onto your tone, and if he does, he doesn't make it known. He places a hip against the door, causing his sweats to slip a bit down his waist and reveal a sliver of his V-line. "Uh...I dunno...is it your time of the month or somethin'?"

You ignore his answer, instead diving into your quickly-planned speech about respecting your time and your sleep. "Listen, I know you've got an 'appointment' tonight and I'm not gonna knock your hustle, but could you please try to keep her down? I have to get up at 6 tomorrow."

Toji blinks at you, confused at first, and then pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh, shit, your job," he groans. "Sorry, babes. I'll keep it down for ya so you can sleep, I promise." He flashes you a Colgate smile then and nods back at his bed. "But I can't promise she will."

Over his shoulder, you can see the woman lying there on her stomach, her red toes hanging off the bed and her dress laying on the floor. You feel your body flush. You shouldn't be seeing this.

"Please try, Toji," you sigh, already stepping away from the intimate scene. "This is the fourth time this month you've had a loud client. My dark circles can't get any darker." No amount of concealer, caffeine, or eye cream has been able to help. You have been tossing and turning for so many nights because of Toji's work interrupting your dreams.

And deep down, you know that it's also because you've been envisioning yourself with him. Underneath him. On top of him. Against him. Feeling his muscles against your body. Feeling his cock deep in your-

"Well, you know," Toji says, pulling you out of your dirty thoughts, "some good sex always helps with that." He gives you a mischievous look as he leans against the doorframe, his lips curling into a crude smirk.

You glare at him, disgusted (and also secretly aroused). "Fuck you, Toji."

He gives you a wink. "Only if you pay me, doll. You won't regret it."

You have no time to wonder if he is just playing with you or if he is deadass because his client begins to moan and groan about her complaints. "Tojiiiiii!" the lady whines from the bed. "Where'd you goooo? I'm still so wet for yooooou!"

You both look from her to each other and you place your hands on your hips, your lips pressed tight together. Toji throws up his hands in defense and places one big hand on his heart. "Alright, you have my word. Now get that fine ass to bed before I put it to bed." Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, hoping that wasn't a sex joke. Your roomie just laughs, giving you a wink. "You know what I mean."

With a huff, you step away from the door as he shuts it and trek back to your bedroom to hopefully get some much-needed sleep. When you do, to your surprise, Toji and his client are surprisingly quieter than earlier. You hear the occasional giggle and bed creaks, but other than that, there are no explosive, annoying sex sounds.

You sigh, feeling your eyes flutter shut and your brain begin to shut down...until you hear Toji start fucking again. Unfortunately, you can still hear the whines and whimpers of Toji's nightly partner drifting through the walls: "Oh, yes, Toji, like that! Fuck me harder, please..."

And as usual when you hear Toji going at it with someone, you find a way to join them instead of beating them, all thanks to your trusty rose. You have no time to be angry or tired once your favorite body-warming lube is coating your pussy once you apply it to your fingers and then the pleasurable buzzing and vibrations of your rose are against your clit.

You softly moan in the darkness surrounding you as your ears strain to hear the creaking bed as Toji thrusts into his woman for the night. His deep, ragged moans and hushed gasps reach your eardrums, making your pussy slicker and more open to allow something inside. You allow one finger on one of your hands to slip into your sobbing hole as you use your other hand to hold your rose against your clit.

"Get those fuckin' legs up," Toji growls and you almost do as he says. Your mind is so dizzy and clouded from the pleasure that you almost believe that he is here, forcing your tired body into different positions for deep dick.

You hear the client give a yelp before her moans are suddenly muffled, possibly by Toji's hand...oh, God, that's hot. You picture him above you now, his handsome face eclipsing your ceiling fan, his body pushing into yours as his veiny hands grip your thighs. You imagine your finger is thicker and longer, filling you up the way his cock would, plunging in and out of you and hitting your G-spot every time he pushes in.

"God, you're fuckin' good," he grunts through your walls. "Does it feel good for you too, baby?"

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, your voice soft and high as you answer him. You suddenly hear a pause through the walls-no moans, no whines, no bedsprings-and your heart thunders in fear. Did he hear you?

But then, blessedly and luckily, you hear the bedsprings creaking in a faster pattern as Toji speeds up his thrusts, driving his dick into the client as she whines and screams into his palm. "Take it," he demands. "Fuckin' take that shit."

You have to bite your lip to avoid moaning out as your finger drags in and out of you faster, your rose slipping against your clit as it becomes wetter with every passing second. You begin to feel that familiar clench in your core of an approaching orgasm building inside of you, egged on by the toy and Toji's luscious, porn-worthy moans.“You cummin’ for me?” he gruffly asks.

Deliriously, you nod, your eyes fluttering shut. You see his face there, flushed and pretty. “Yeah,” you gasp. “Yes.”

“Cum for me,” he demands. “Cum on that dick, you pretty little slut. Do it.”

You hear the client let out a muffled scream as she finally cums around Toji's cock the way you would if you were with him. You feel your walls clench around your finger as you finally meet your end, the vibrations from the toy rocking you to the core. "Ah!" you gasp, your orgasm crashing over you.

You have to turn your head to muffle your moans into the pillow as you cum around your finger, leaving an embarrassing puddle on your bedspread. In the fog of your pleasure, you hear Toji's erratic breathing and soft grunting as he fucks the client's pussy into the bed to chase his high.

"Cummin'!" he suddenly gasps. "I'm fuckin' cummin'!" In an effort to keep quiet, you hear his moans become muffled as he cums. 'Where', you wonder? Inside of the woman? On her tits? Her ass? Her thighs? How would his cum look on your skin?

Finally, his moans die down to sighs and a tired laugh while the client giggles. "Definitely worth the $250," she comments. And before sleep takes you before your humiliation can, you wonder briefly just what his sex is like for that much money.

—The Next Day—

You damn near sleep through your meeting.

Actually, you damn near sleep through all of work. It's bad enough to nearly missed your alarm because you didn't hear it during your deep sleep and you had to rush to toss your cum-stained bedspread into the washer machine before getting dressed and heading out the door.

Thank God you never ran into Toji before you left. You couldn't stand the thought of seeing him this morning after last night. You feel such embarrassment and humiliation for getting off to him yet again, like some voyeur pervert. You may as well steal his boxers too!

But when you get home shortly after 3PM after bumbling through work, operating on two cups of coffee and caffeine-induced iced tea, you know you'll have to face the Devil when you see him leaning against the kitchen counter in sweats and a black tee that his waaaay too tight on him. Toji turns to you from making a ham sandwich with chips on the side, chewing some.

He gives you a crooked smile as you drag yourself into the apartment. “Good afternoon,” he chirps. You slam the door shut and walk by without even looking at him, heading straight for the fridge. “What’s so good about it?” you grumble.

Toji gives you a strange look as you yank open the fridge and fish a water bottle out. You need water. “Well, damn, someone shit in your cereal this mornin'. Least you look cute.” His smile widens as his eyes roam over your sweater, loafers, and work skirt that you pulled out of your drawer. Nothing matches. “Dark circles and all.”

Irritated, you nearly break your wrist trying to yank the cap off of the bottle, so you opt for the butterknife method and pry it open that way. “Don’t laugh at me, asshole. I’m not in the mood.” Then you angrily gulp down the cold water, grateful for it because you feel yourself becoming hot with rage. Your roomie is perturbed and put off by your attitude, narrowing his brows at you. “Jeez, okay. What’s your problem?”

“You!” you snap, finally turning to face him. “You’re my fucking problem! I almost missed my meeting because of you and that bitch last night after I told you to keep it down!”

Toji turns toward you fully, his big, toned body facing you. “Whoa, whoa, babes, relax," he says as if calming a rapid animal. "You’re grippin’ that butterknife awfully tight.” His grey eyes flicker down to the knife that you're holding towards him. You quickly put it down on the counter, disturbed by your rage. "Sorry," you mutter. "I'm just tired. And stressed. And extremely sleep-deprived."

You turn away to continue drinking your water and stand at a good distance from the knife. You don't need to accidentally stab your roommate and catch a case. "And dick-deprived too, it seems like," Toji adds.

You nearly choke on your water and cough into your fist. "What?!" you exclaim, shocked at his bluntness. You twist around to face him, gobsmacked, while Toji stares blankly at you as he tosses another chip into his mouth. "What? Do you not go that way or somethin'?"

You scoff, shook by his gull. "Toji, my sex life AND my sexual orientation has nothing to do with your ass. You need to mind your business." Quickly, you storm out of the kitchen, not wanting to be around him any longer.

But Toji follows just like the asshole he is. "Well, shit, roomie," he huffs. "I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it like that, c'mon." You feel his hand grab yours, but you push him off. "Don't," you snap, narrowing your eyes at him. "I don't make your sex life my business," you growl. "So you shouldn't make mine yours."

Then Toji's eyes raise and you know he is about to be on some BS. "Uh, technically, you are makin' my sex life your business, babes," he argues. "You complaining about my clients and makin' my job a problem are-"

"Are nothing," you interrupt. "And the reason I'm complaining is because your clients are too fuckin' loud! I need to sleep!"

Toji just stares at you, silent, observing you closely. It is making you deeply uncomfortable. Is he going to say something? Finally, he cocks his head to the side as if sizing you up and his gaze softens. "You sure this is just about the noise?" he asks. "Or is somethin' else? Was I really wrong to assume that you're dick-deprived, babes?"

Suddenly, your anger subsides and you're left with fear twisting in your gut. "W-What do you mean?" you find yourself stammering.

You're so afraid that you let Toji take your water from you and place it on a nearby table. "C'mon, babes," he sighs. "Unless I'm just not privy to it, you don't got many male callers comin' in here."

He comes closer, his scent of ocean-scented body wash and cologne invading your nostrils. "I don't know why because I'd be all over a girl as pretty as you and knockin' down that door to get you naked."

You stand there, your brain moving too slow to process this. The air is tense and charged with a dangerous current now. You can feel it the closer Toji gets to you. Instinctively, you back up, but end up walking right into your coffee table. "Toji," you exhale. "W-Why are you-"

"Sayin' this?" he finishes. One big palm moves to take your hand, pulling you closer to him. "'Cause I'm so fuckin' attracted to you and I know the feeling is mutual. Why else would you play with yourself listenin' to me fuck my clients?"

If this were a movie, a record would definitely scratch somewhere. Your eyes widen as big as saucers and you feel as if you're about to faint. There is no way he knows...but he does. He smirks at you, knowing and teasing. "What?" he chuckles. "You think I couldn't hear you last night? That toy you got is loud, honey, 'specially with them thin ass walls."

Oh, God, he knows! This is beyond humiliating. You could just about die right now. "Don't be embarrassed about it, cutie," he coos, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. "I thought it was cute. The whole time I was with client, I kept thinkin' about you."

He grips you to his body, forcing you to feel every inch of him against you. You place your hands on him to push him away, but his arm snakes around your waist, holding you in place. "Don't," you gasp.

"Why not?" he whispers, staring you down. Hot. Lustful. "I can show you why I get so many customers. Plus, I can show you how sorry I am for keepin' my favorite roomie up so late."

You dare to peek up at him and regret it instantly. His grey eyes, molten hot, and his dark lashes mesmerize you as if he is a siren and you are the sailor being drawn to him in your ship. "No charge," he murmurs. "All you have to do is cum for me. What d'ya say, babes?"

His hand moves to cup your chin, one finger gliding across your cheek to trail down to your lips. Between his touch and his naughty words holding forbidden promises, you don't know what to say. "I...I..." Your words are caught in your throat. Language ceases to exist for you.

"Just nod your head for me," Toji gently orders. Your body, shaky and warm, betrays you and you give a jerky nod. You can't deny the throbbing between your legs or the warmth in your belly any longer. Toji grins, wolfish and proud. Asshole. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now fuckin’ kiss me.”

Suddenly, his lips, soft, luscious, and addicting, are on yours. Every bad thought you had about him being a cocky asshole and a jerk and an obscene dickhead are gone, zapped away by the way his hand firmly holds your chin and the way his lips move against yours. His tongue gently swipes along your bottom lip and you gently pry your lips apart to allow him access.

As he cups your face in his hand, all you can think about is how fucking good of a kisser he is.

'Good' isn't even a proper word for how Toji kisses you. He is the best kisser you have had the pleasure of kissing by far in your life.

He pulls away with a soft 'pop!' as your lips disconnect, and he places his mouth on your neck. “Y’know, I don’t usually kiss my clients," he murmurs, "but you, pretty baby, aren’t a client. So I can make an exception for you.”

His wet kisses trail down your neck to your throat, making you feel hotter and hotter in your work clothes. Your hands clutch his big, broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt as your inner thighs quiver from each heated kiss. “Toji,” you whimper. “Touch me.”

He doesn't make you elaborate on what you want to be touched. He already knows. But he does, however, make you beg. Asshole. “What’s the magic word?” He pulls away to stare into your eyes, drawing your desperation out of you with one steamy look. Your lips quiver with the six-lettered word, vulnerable and needy: “Please.”

That one word and the soft, breathy tone of your voice that the three syllabled word drips from somehow works for Toji. You see his eyes become hooded and darken to a stormy grey that makes your stomach flip-flop. In an instant, he is hiking you up onto his waist by securely gripping your thighs underneath your ass, forcing you to latch yourself onto him.

“Upstairs we go then. Hang onto me.” You do as told, interacting your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders as he walks to the steps, carrying you over to them. You messily, sloppily kiss as he slowly ventures up the steps with you in tow, your tongues twirling and swirling together. The kissing only makes you wetter and by the time you're in his bedroom, your panties are just about stuck to your pussy lips.

Toji tosses you down onto the bed, laughing as you squeak and bounce on the mattress for a few seconds. He descends upon you immediately, tugging at your blouse. You watch as he expertly unbuttons each pearly button, your breath labored and hot. “Let’s get this shit off,” he growls. “You’re wearin’ too fuckin’ much.”

The blouse comes off and then comes the skirt that he tugs down your nylon-covered legs. The more he undresses you, the more you can see Toji is getting hard. His cock chubs against his jeans, creating an obscenely obvious print in his pants.

"You always look so good in these goddamn skirts," he huffs, suddenly turning you over with ease. As you're recovering from his stretch, he forces you to bend your knees and toot your ass in the air so he can fully see your ass and hot pink panties poking through the nylon fabric.

"Nice panties, babes," he chuckles. "What's the occasion?" SMACK! His hand suddenly comes down against your butt, the sound of it colliding with your cheeks echoing throughout the room. The moan that escapes you is one that shocks you.

Toji laughs, giving your ass a pinch. "I knew you liked gettin' spanked, ya little slut." He then loops his thick, calloused fingers underneath the waistband of your stockings and pulls them down, groaning at the sight of your perfect, plump ass in those tight, little pink panties.

His kisses and light nibbles that he gives your ass and thighs are damn near torture. They make you grip the sheets and moan into the soft, cotton-scented fabric, his soft lips turning you into a fiend. You need to feel his soft lips somewhere else.

Toji seems to know it too because he purposely keeps skipping your pussy as he moves between biting your ass and kissing your legs despite the throbbing, soaked cunt right in front of his face. Fuck your pride. You need him too much. “Toji!” you beg. “Lower, please!”

Your roommate stares at you over the hill of your ass, giving you another smack that travels right to your cunt. “Patience, baby. You ever heard of foreplay before?” His chuckle is straight out of a horror movie, sinister and mean, as he goes back to kissing along your spine as his hands massage your ass.

Finally, his patience thins and he forces you to roll over onto your back. You stare up at him, your arousal peaking, as he strips off his hoodie in front of you. Though you've seen him shirtless plenty of times before (and have secretly gotten off to the image of him at night), it is something else to see each defined muscle, vein, and tattoo up close.

Your eyes graze over his lickable six-pack; his big, juicy pecs; his prominent, brown, pierced nipples; his happy trail; his well-defined V-line with a snake tattoo leading down underneath his sweats; his big arms that you want to feel wrapped around you and holding you tight. You understand now why so many women flock to him, other than his obvious charm and kissing skills.

He ducks down between your legs, opening them wider for him as his eyes pierce into yours, pinning you to the spot. “Look at me while I do this.” You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. The sharply-linked spinal tattoo hypnotized you as he ducks between your legs, sighing at the sight of your glistening, sobbing wet pussy. “Little slut. Bet you’ve been wantin’ this for a long time.”

With the way the man begins kissing, licking, and sucking on your pussy, you start to think that he's wanted this for a long time too. Toji knows exactly how to treat a woman, alternating between quick tongue flicks and long, slow drags of his tongue up to your clit. You buck under his hands pinning your thighs to the bed, forcing your body to take all that he gives you. “T-Toji!” you moan, your voice ricocheting off of the bedroom walls. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

Your roomie's gray eyes trail up to admire your pretty face etched in ecstasy as he wetly pulls his tongue away from your gorgeous cunt to tease you. “Now look who’s loud. But it’s so fuckin’ hot.” He then puckers his lips and hocks a copious amount of saliva onto your cunt, loving how it drips down to your asscrack.

Excitedly, his eyes widen at the sight of your pussy twitch and his ears perk at the sound of your sweet, weak whimper. “And you like spit on your pussy?" he cackles. "You little freak!” He gives your outer thigh a little smack before he dives back in, slurping his spit back up into his mouth as he takes a mouthful of your pussy.

You learn very quickly that Toji likes to French kiss, noticing how his lips and tongue move so gracefully against your pussy lips and clit all buzzing and twitching with pleasure from his talented ministrations. He is talker too, murmuring "such a pretty lil' pussy" and "fuck, so good" into your hole as he greedily eats you out, joyously taking everything you give him.

You're enjoying everything he gives you too. He is certified munch which you're 100% sure is somewhere on his ad. You now understand why you always hear his clients squeal, whine, and scream as he goes down on them, often making them cum rather quickly or making them beg for multiple rounds. Toji is incredible.

“Where’s your toy?” he suddenly asks. He is staring dead at you, his lips coated in spit and your juices. You blink wildly at him, the edges of your vision fuzzy from the pleasure. “H-Huh?" you stammer. He wastes no time repeating himself: "Your favorite sex toy. Where's it at?"

You blink at him again, wondering if he is serious. Judging by the clench in his jaw and the wild look in his eye, he is DEADASS. "In my room, second drawer next to my bed." You swallow hard, wondering what he is planning as he gives your clit a peck before jetting off to your room.

Seconds later, he returns with your rose, a bottle of your favorite lube, and a wicked smile on his face. He directs you to sit up on your elbows and props a pillow up behind your back to better help you. You watch as he kneels on the bed beside you, his groin right in your face, his cock pulsing beneath his pants. “What are you doing?” you breathlessly ask.

Toji applies a bit of lube to his thick fingers before applying it to your pussy, gently circling your clit as he does. You moan at the contact, your head lulling back against the pillow. “About to make you fuckin’ scream. Show me how you played with yourself last night.”

Bzzzzz goes your rose when he switches it on. He grins wider as he hands you your toy, trusting you to know what to do with it. "C'mon, baby doll, don't be shy now. It's too late for that." With his other hand, he palms himself through his sweats, watching you intensely.

You stare at him and then the buzzing rose, your pussy oozing and twitching for release. Reluctantly, you begin pressing the rose against your needy, desperate clit. The instant you do, Toji's eyes widen an inch at the sight of your body responding to the low yet impactful setting that the rose is on as it buzzes against your clit.

"Oh, shit," you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed from all of the stimulation: the vibrations from the toy; the head radiating from Toji's body; the scent of his body wash and cologne. "Fuck, baby," he groans. "Look at what you did to me."

Your eyes open and then widen at the sight of his cock suddenly in front of you. Long. Thick. Curved. Two-stoned, the shaft a darker tan while his head is a light pink. And the very real, very obvious silver hoop dangling from his dickhead. He chuckles at your cute reaction, a cocky smile on his face. "You ain't the first to react like that," he laughs. "It was a dare from a friend."

As if teasing you, he wraps a hand around his shaft and begins slowly stroking himself to the sight of you. He leans back a bit, jutting his hips forward so his cock nestles against your cheek. You swear it's by accident, but your cheek nuzzles against the throbbing, hot sensation of his dick against your face and a slight moan slips out.

"Oh, shit, you little slut!" he laughs, his dick twitching at the sight underneath him. "So you're one of them girls that likes this?" He takes his cock and gently slaps it against your chin and cheeks, laughing lightly at your little pout. "S-Stop," you stutter.

Toji raises a brow down at you, one hand curling in your hair. "Stop what? I'm not doin' anythin' but givin' you whatcha want, honey." He pauses, pulling his long, throbbing dick away from you. "But do you really want me to stop?"

It's like dangling a bone in front of a panting dog. Biting your lip as your toes curl at the rose's vibrations, you shake your head. "I thought not. Just shut up and let yourself feel good, Y/N." He then pours some lube into his hand and rubs it along his cock, making it slick and shiny. You're hypnotized by the lewd scene before you, noticing how firmly he holds himself, stroking up and down.

"Just look at me," he murmurs. "Look at what you've done. What you've been doin' to me." His eyes are hooded and his bottom lip peels back to settle between his teeth as his fisting becomes a little faster and a little more urgent.

You love watching him jack off in front of you. Oh, how you wish his hand was your mouth or your cunt, stretching around him, feeling him fill you. A loud, choked moan escapes you, bubbling up out of your chest, making Toji groan. "Bet this is how you were last night, screamin' into a fuckin' pillow when you came for me."

He takes two fingers and curls them under your chin. "Tell me, babydoll: did ya like hearin' me fuck that lady? Do you love listenin' to me make those girls scream?" His hand then wraps around your throat, firmly squeezing it. "Don't lie," he growls.

You can't deny it. Not when your toy is so persuasive against your pussy, making you drip all over the bed. "Y-Yes," you confess. "You're just really loud." Your roommate smirks down at you, knowing and being very cocky about it. "And you're about to be loud too."

He then takes his cock and gently slaps it against your glossy, sticky lips, making them stickier from his pre-cum and the lube. Knowing what he wants, you pry your lips open, allowing him to slowly slide against your tongue. “That’s it, open your mouth,” he murmurs. “You got this dick now. So take it, babes.”

Toji keeps a firm hand on the back of your head as he pushes further in your mouth, moaning when he bottoms out at the back of your throat. You have to widen your jaw to accommodate him, opening your throat to avoid choking. All you can see is his V-line and stomach, cut from years of sit-ups, pushing into your face as he fucks your mouth as if it were a fleshlight. “Nice mouth. Probably the best I’ve ever had.”

You feel your hand wobble, nearly dropping your toy. He softly chuckles, gently stroking your hair. "Don't worry, baby; I gotchu. Just focus on that cock, alright?" He then shows you what he means by replacing your hand on your toy and pressing it against your clit, rubbing it up, down, and around the sloppy, wet lips of your pussy.

This freedom allows you to wrap one hand around Toji's cock, giving yourself some leverage to sucking on him. "Goddamn, you're good at this!" he hisses, sliding himself deeper, making you gag wetly along his shaft. "That's a good lil' cocksucker. Maybe I shoulda been fuckin' you instead of them other girls, huh?"

You feel that familiar urge to cum building and begin to moan loudly around his cock. He pulls away, allowing you to breathe and warn him of your oncoming orgasm. "Oh, fuck!" you bellow, desperate and close, your hips jutting forward into the toy. "Toji, I'm gonna-"

And then he stops. But just for a moment. "Not yet," he growls, quickly crawling down towards your pussy and tossing your legs over his shoulders. "You cum in my mouth. Nowhere else."

Between his hot, wet tongue in your pussy and the buzzing of the rose against your clit, you have no choice but to cum. With a choked moan of "O-O-Oh, f-fuck!", you feel pleasure wash over you and come undone in Toji's mouth, your thighs twitching and muscles tensing as your orgasm rocks you to your core.

Your eyes roll, your back arches, and everything in the world seems nice and good in those split seconds as you cum all over your toy and your roommate's magical tongue. Toji groans as your taste floods his mouth, soaking his chin and his sheets. He licks and suckles on you until you're nothing more than tired breaths and soft whimpers, your body twitching from the intensity.

Finally, Toji pulls away and turns your toy off, but sucks your juices off of it before tossing it aside. You lay there before him, winded and spent, coming down from your high and in need of a breather...but Toji doesn't give a fuck. He never gives a fuck. "Don't tell me you're tired now, baby," he tuts. "We haven't even started yet."

He gives you a wolfish, evil grin before he takes you by the ankles and spreads your legs apart for him. He takes his cock and gently slides it against your overly-sensitive, twitching, soaked cunt, focusing on your clit. You both moan at the contact, every slight touch worth a thousand. "Good, baby?" he asks. "You want this?"

You stare up wordlessly into his eyes, unable to move your lips or heavy tongue to form your words. All you can do is nod. But Toji isn't happy with that. He gives your pussy a firm slap with his hand, making a high-pitched squeak escape you. "Uh-uh," he firmly says. "Use your words. Tell me what you want."

You should tell him no. Tell him to stop. That you need a break. Some space to recover. But despite the twitching and tremors in your pussy, you can also feel that you desperately need more of him. "I-I want...you," you manage you gasp out. "I need you, 'Ji. Please."

You can't express how full you feel when his cock is finally inside of you, inch by inch stretching out the wet walls of your pussy. Your mouth falls open on a silent moan as your hands grip his shoulders, desperate to grasp something. Toji stares down at your face and pretty body all stretched open for him, wanting so desperately to fuck you dumb.

And he does. Once he has some slow, shallow strokes in to allow you to get used to him, nothing is stopping him from absolutely fucking your shit up. He grips your hips and proceeds to thrust his hips forward and back, drilling his dick into your cunt as he sucks on his fingers and uses them to rub your clit with each thrust.

"Now you see," he grunts. "Now you know why bitches come flockin' to me. Now you know why I always get calls. Now you get it...dontcha, babes?" The only thing you can respond with is "Ahhh, fuck, fuck, oh, my God, oh, oh!" as he proceeds to fuck you absolutely stupid.

You can't keep quiet. Your response to the pleasure you're feeling fly out of you, bouncing off of the walls, echoing throughout the apartment. His dick is so persuasive, drawing so much out of you in such little time.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, the wall behind the headboard goes. Toji grins at the plaster, using one of his big hands to slam against the wall, basically telling your neighbor 'Fuck you!'

"Whoops," he chuckles. "Guess we got an audience." He gives you a wink, making you low-key afraid of what could possibly come next. "Let's give 'em somethin' to really be mad about, hm?"

He then proceeds to prop his feet up on the mattress and firmly grasp your ass from underneath, pinning your thighs up and apart, before drilling himself down to pound your pussy into the mattress. Again and again and again.

You are in a whole other world. Another universe. Nothing exists but Toji and the explosive pleasure he is serving you on a silver platter. He then stops, drops your legs, and takes his dripping cock out of you. "Stick out your tongue for me." Silently, you do as told, letting your wet tongue hang out of your plump lips. Tap-tap-tap. "You made a mess," he murmurs. "Now you need to clean it up."

He watches you intently as he swirls his cock around in your mouth and you diligently suck all of your juices off of him, even sucking on his balls. You have turned into a complete mindless slut for him, desperate to please and to be pleased. "Ya like the taste, babe?" he chuckles. "You taste good, right?"

He groans as he slides his cock out of your luscious mouth and presses a hot kiss against your sticky lips. Nice an' sweet, just like you."

Before you can even think of a response or to even take a breath, he is flipping you over onto your stomach. SMACK! "Ass up, baby girl," he demands, his voice breathless and full of lust. Though your limbs feel like jelly, you get on all fours and firmly push your knees and elbows into the mattress.

"That's a good roomie," Toji mutters before slapping his cock up against your pussy, emitting soft moans and mews of desperation out of you. Then, finally, again, he is inside of you and proceeds to fucking your cunt like it's about to go out of style.

One hand on your throat, the other on your clit, and one foot propped up on the bed, Toji fucks you in doggy, making the bed rock and the neighbors bang harder as your shared moans grow louder. "Good, baby?" he pants, a cocky smile in his voice.

Your head is digging into the bed, your makeup fucked and drool spilling from your mouth. "Yes!" you sob into the sheets. Toji yanks you up off of the mattress, forcing you to come back to reality. "Sorry, hon, I couldn't hear you. Say it again real loud for me."

"Yes!" you yell, but it sounds more like "Ye-e-e-essss!" because of the force, breathtaking thrusts, and deep dicking that Toji is giving you right now. He nods in encouragement, pleased with your answer and your body and your everything. "That's my good baby girl. So obedient for me."

He leans in, pressing his lips to your ear and gently nibbling on the flesh. "Don't let this go to that pretty head," he whispers, "but you're the best fuck I've had by far." Embarrassingly enough, the comment makes you fold completely.

Or maybe that's just because of his dick filling you up and plunging in and out of you, somehow better with each passing second. You now understand why so many throw their hard-earned dollars at Toji to get a fuck. He is the best fuck you've ever had. His sex is your kryptonite. Your weakness. The very thing that will keep you addicted to him.

And when you feel a second orgasm coming on, you know that you are hooked on your roommate and nothing (and no one) else will compare. "Toji, m'gonna cum!" you warn him. "I'm so close!" His calloused fingers slip and slide across your slippery clit, getting you closer and closer as his dick works with his fingers to get you to your end.

"Daaamn, roomie, again?" he cackles. "Tell me somethin' first." He takes his hand off of your throat and pushes your cheek to face him over your shoulder.

"W-What?" you mew. You'll just about say anything he wants at this point.

"Tell me you're a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves listenin' to her roommate cum and fuck his clients."

You swear that you thought you just hallucinated what he said, but his steely eyes tell you different. "W-WHAT?!" you exclaim. "But-"

SMACK!

He takes his hand and slaps your ass hard, leaving it stinging and your eyes wet with unshed tears. "Is that a no?" he pants in your face. "I guess you don't wanna cum then." He slows his thrusts to an agonizing halt, still pulsing inside of you. He pauses from rubbing your clit as well, leaving you in purgatory.

"No, no, please!" you nearly cry. "I'll say it, Daddy! I promise!" You've never felt such desperation. It aches in your core, your body desperate to be relieved. Your roommate grins in your face, enjoying your anguish. "Then say it."

Your mind is screaming at you to not do it...but inevitably, Toji wins. You lick your lips and nearly cringe at the horribly embarrassing and lewd words that pass them: "I-I'm a filthy fuckin' pervert who loves to hear her roommate cum and fuck his clients," you softly announce.

Toji swoops in and presses a hot, passionate, deep kiss onto your lips that steals the air from your lungs. "Good girl," he coos against your lips. "And when good girls listen, good girls get rewards."

Then it's back to fucking. Back to moaning. Back to chasing that high and letting every sound explode from your chest along with the creaking of the bedsprings underneath you. It only gets louder and more frequent when Toji fucks you faster, his hips pistoning against your ass that bounces and shakes against his pelvis every time he slams himself into you.

"Fuckin' cum for me, slut," he demands. "M'close too, so you'd better cum now." He grips your throat tight and nuzzles his nose into your sweet-smelling air. "You're mine now, baby. Nobody will ever be able to fuck you as good as me."

No way. No possible way. And you know that the minute that your second orgasm crests and washes over you. You cannot stop the loud, unabashed wail that escapes you as pleasure crackles beneath your fingertips, toes, and deep within your core: "I-I-I'M CUMMING!"

Your pussy damn near clenches Toji for dear life, tighter than a vice, as he watches you cum around his cock. Your swirling hips and bucking body ignites a fire in him that causes him to fuck the absolute shit out of you, pushing you down into the bed and hiking your ass up. "Stay there," he groans. "Stay right fuckin' there and take this shit."

You do as told, but you couldn't fight him off even if you tried to. He fucks you through your orgasm, making your limbs turn to jelly and your pussy melt like ice cream, wet and slippery. Toji's grunts and groans grow louder until he pulls out of you, strokes himself to completion against the soft globes of your ass, and finally cums with a loud "FUCK!" that echoes throughout the bedroom.

You weakly gasp as you feel warm, wet droplets of his spunk coat your ass and back, creating a nice pearly necklace for your waist and asscheeks. His loud, guttural moans finally die down into soft groans and sighs as his high fades and all that is left is the soft ache of exhaustion. "Now that's a pretty sight: all my cum on this fuckin' ass."

SMACK!

He hits your ass again, hard, but all you can do is flinch. You can barely lift your head. You feel as if you have just been put through the wringer. You are soaked head to toe in sweat and your inner thighs feel sticky with your cum...and maybe his as well?

You don't know, but you find yourself not caring. Not when the thick fog of after-sex exhaustion looms over you...just like Toji is doing. He hovers above your back and comes down, each hand on either side of your head. You feel his lips at your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.

"Like I said: no charge," he whispers. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, roomie." He swoops down to give you a kiss on the cheek and it is like putting a cherry on a sundae.

Oh, yes, you enjoyed it-and him-very much. And who knows? Maybe you'll be a regular client of his from now on.

THE END.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Big Tech and “captive audience venues”

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Enshittification is what you get when tech companies, run by the common-or-garden mediocre sociopaths who end up at the top of most businesses, are unshackled from any consequence for indulging their worst, greediest impulses:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/20/capitalist-unrealism/#praxis

The reason Facebook was once a nice place to hang out and talk with your friends and isn't anymore is that Mark Zuckerberg is no longer disciplined by competitors like Instagram (which he bought) nor by regulators (whom he captured), nor by interoperable tech like ad-blockers and alternative clients (which he uses IP law to destroy) nor by his own workforce (who have become disposable thanks to workforce supply catching up with demand). It used to be that Mark Zuckerberg couldn't really move the enshittification lever in the Facebook C-suite because these disciplining forces gummed it up. He had to worry about losing users, or about users installing alternative technology, or about regulators hitting him hard enough to hurt, or about workplace revolts. Now, he doesn't have to worry about these things, so he's indulging the impulses that he's had since the earliest days in his Harvard dorm, when he was a mere larval incel cooking up an online service to help him rate the fuckability of his female classmates.

When we had defenses, Mark Zuckerberg had to respect them. Now that we're defenseless, he's shameless. He's insatiable. He will devour us to the marrow.

When I'm explaining enshittification to normies, I often make comparisons to other places where you can't escape like airports and sports stadiums: "Facebook can afford to abuse you once they have you locked for the same reason that water costs $7/bottle on the other side of the airport TSA checkpoint." It's an extremely apt comparison, as you can verify for yourself by reading "Shakedown at the Snack Counter: The Case for Street Pricing," a new report from the Groundwork Collective:

https://groundworkcollaborative.org/work/street-pricing/

"Shakedown" makes the point that – as is the case with tech giants – sports stadiums and airports are creatures of vast public subsidy. If this seems counterintuitive, try Mariana Mazzucato's Entrepreneurial State, which lists all the ways in which the tech revolution represents a privatization of publicly funded research, as with the iPhone, whose semiconductors, internet connection, voice assistant technology, touchscreen and other components all count the public as a key investor:

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/economy/the-entrepreneurial-state-appl

And, as with airports and sports stadiums, the proprietors of the iPhone business are able to reap this gigantic public subsidy without taking on any public duties. Regulators that could impose some kind of public service obligations as quid pro quo for using public funds are AWOL, or worse, captured and complicit in the ongoing, publicly financed ripoff:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/08/15/private-law/#thirty-percent-vig

Airport, stadiums and tech platforms are all walled gardens – roach motels that are hard to escape once they've been entered. Thus the scorching prices of stadium and airport food, and the 30% transaction fees imposed by Apple and Google on app revenues (this is 1,000% higher than the average fees charged by the rest of the payment processing industry!), the 51% fees extracted by Google/Meta from advertisers and publishers (compare with the historical average of 15%), and the 45-51% that Amazon takes out of every dollar earned by its platform sellers. Once you're locked in, they can turn the screws, either by gouging buyers directly, or by gouging sellers, who pass those additional costs onto buyers.

Groundwork has a proposal to address this in physical settings: regulation. Specifically, a "street pricing" regulation that keeps the charges for food and drinks within these walled gardens to prices comparable to those on the outside. They note that these regulations enjoy wide, bipartisan support. 76% of Republicans support a regulation that can only be described as "price controls," two words that normally trigger head-explosions in the right.

How is it that such a commanding majority of Republicans can get behind government price controls? Simple: it's obvious that when a company no longer faces market discipline – when they're the only game in town (or on the other side of the TSA checkpoint) – that government discipline has to fill the vacuum, and if it doesn't, you will get mercilessly screwed.

This is where enshittification – a form of monopolistic decay unique to the tech sector – departs from everyday monopoly abuse in other sectors, like aviation and league sports. Tech has an in-built flexibility, the inescapable property of "interoperability" that comes standard with every digital system thanks to the universal nature of computers themselves.

Interoperable technologies let you hack Instagram to restore it to the state of privacy- and attention-respecting glory that made it a success in the first place:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/05/battery-vampire/#drained

They let you monitor Facebook's failures to uphold its own promises about not profiting from paid political disinformation:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/06/get-you-coming-and-going/#potemkin-research-program

They let you claw back control over how Facebook's feeds are constructed:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/08/unfollow-everything/#shut-the-zuck-up

They let Apple customers maintain their privacy, even if they have the temerity to be friends with Android users:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/07/blue-bubbles-for-all/#never-underestimate-the-determination-of-a-kid-who-is-time-rich-and-cash-poor

They let shoppers use Amazon to order from local mom-and-pop stores:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/10/view-a-sku/

They even let you destroy the net worth – and power – of Elon Musk:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/08/turnabout/#is-fair-play

Interoperability creates a unique, easily administered source of discipline over tech bosses that just isn't available as a means of countering the ripoffs we see elsewhere, including in sports stadiums and airports. That means that, far from being harder to fix than other disgusting scams in our society, tech is easier to fix. All that stands in the way is the IP laws that criminalize the kind of reverse-engineering work that allow the users of technology to have the final say over how the devices and services they rely on work:

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

Those IP laws were spread around the world by the US Trade Representative, who insisted that every country that wanted to export its products to the US without punitive tariffs must pass laws protecting the rent-extracting scams of US tech giants. With those tariff promises now in tatters, there's never been a better time for the rest of the world to jettison those Big Tech-protecting laws:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/15/beauty-eh/#its-the-only-war-the-yankees-lost-except-for-vietnam-and-also-the-alamo-and-the-bay-of-ham

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/03/28/street-pricing/#sportball-analogies

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[witchthewriter]

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!   

a/n: I watched the new season of The Witcher and somehow Geralt got even hotter??? Anyway, he has dilf energy and I'm in love

Warnings: family abuse, curse previously put on reader

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

・He had saved you, and yet, your family still did not want you.

・Geralt found out that it was your own father who cursed you

・A noble family that saw you as less than. And they banished you from their land, not wanting you anywhere near them.

・And when Geralt spoke on your behalf, asking what you were supposed to do, your father shrugged his shoulders and ignored the Witcher.

"You won't even keep y/n on as ... as anything?" The Witcher was disgusted when your father kept on ignoring him. It got to the point where Geralt threw a golden plate just above your father's head and his attention snapped to the white-haired man.

"I could have your head for that." Your father's voice was cold, it was always cold.

"And I could have yours," snarled Geralt, whose eyes were ablaze. But he knew he couldn't do anything about your family. Only about you.

・So, Geralt couldn't leave you to fend for yourself. And he didn't.

・Besides, you had no idea how to look after yourself. You had been a monster, trapped inside a form that was not yours for 7 years

・You were filthy, tired, and utterly defenseless.

・And even though Witcher's weren't known for their grace nor kindness, Geralt was different.

・He took you with him, damning your family for casting you out. Promising that you would rise above what they had done to you.

・But for now, he had to clean you up and ... catch you up on life.

- ✦ -

・Geralt sat you in front of him, Roach slightly grumpy with the extra weight. But once you reached Geralt's destination, he rewarded the steed with extra food

"Thank you, old friend," he whispered into the horses' ear.

・Helping you inside, he had arranged a room that had a bathing chamber

・The water ran hot as Geralt added in oils and different kinds of herbs

・It was an odd situation, yes, helping a stranger clean themselves.

・But Geralt couldn't live with the knowledge of you being left on your own. The possibility of so much danger. Of being taken advantage of.

・Helping you undress was slightly embarrassing, for the both of you. Your body was still getting used to its original form. Your balance was off, and your posture wasn’t very good. Geralt had to keep on correcting it.

・Easing you into the bath, he grabbed a cloth and started gently rubbing the grime from your body. The dirt, sweat and mud that caked your body

・Even when you transformed back into your normal form, the dirt still remained, as did the torn clothes that you had worn before being cursed into a great beast

・Speaking was difficult as well, but it was becoming easier with time. Even though not much had passed.

・The bath was the best thing you had felt in 7 whole goddamn years.

・Hot; like it was ridding you of all the hurt that built over time

・You swished your fingers through the water, delighting in the ripples they made. Such a small happiness. Yet you found glee in small things now. Grateful for a second chance.

・Geralt kept on scrubbing at your skin, using a bristled brush on some areas, careful not to be too rough or stay in one spot for too long

・Next he used this delicious smelling soap. Your knowledge of herbs was next to nothing, due to a lack in education, but you thought it smelt homely, earthly and calming. Lathering it in his hands and massaging it onto your own, you both worked the soap into different areas of your skin

“I’m going to wash your hair now,” he said. Voice soft yet still rough, like he wasn’t used to being kind to others. If that were true, you wondered why he was doing this for you.

“But first we need to brush it,” his eyes squinted at the tangled mess but started on it nonetheless.

・It hurt at first, but you knew Geralt was being as gentle as he could be, but there were so many knots.

“What do you think about cutting it?” You shook your head. Your hair was one of the only things that made you feel … beautiful.

“Ugh, fine. But this is going to take a while.”

・You shrugged your shoulders and happily kept on sitting in the tub, taking over some of the scrubbing, especially your feet, which felt so sensitive.

・Once they were large and clawed, now … they were human

・Your eyes stilled as the water reflected the glow of the candles around the room

・And you sighed. Not in sadness, or pain, or grief. But with the knowledge that you no longer had to be someone that you were not. Whether that was a beast or playing a role in your family that you didn’t want to have to play.

“You alright?” Geralt had made significant process, practically finished with your hair. And he grabbed a bucket and told you to lean back as he poured the water onto your hair.

・Geralt grabbed a different kind of soap and placed it in your hair, massaging and rubbing it, making sure there wasn’t a spot unwashed.

・You weren’t used to the sensation and let out a laugh. It tickled a tiny bit, especially when he rubbed behind your ears

・Unbeknownst to you, Geralt was slightly smiling. He enjoyed seeing you experience some happiness.

・After he had washed your hair a total of three times, he stood back satisfied with your appearance and held out a towel for you to wrap yourself in.

・Helping you out of the bath, he set down a pair of clean clothes on your bed and said he would be back in a few minutes.

・He wanted to give your privacy, while also wanting to check on Roach.

・The clothes were a big pair of brown pants and a long white shirt. They were a fresh pair from the Innkeeper's husband, who had recently passed away. Geralt had paid extra for them.

・After twenty minutes, Geralt came back into the room to find you asleep on the floor. The usual place you slept.

・A place you had slept for 7 years.

・7 years without a bed. Without a blanket or pillows. Nor were you given any sort of comfort.

・A rage so hot spread through Geralt that it practically radiated off of him.

・In that moment he swore you would have a better life, the best he could find … or give you.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part two)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski

+ Some Poly! Farah x Reader x Alex Headcanons

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

Please comment if you want to be added to the taglist, the next part or cod content alone. I also have content for TLOU and Resident Evil, so please specify.

Taglist: @marshmallowinamess

A/n: Hi lovelies! It's me again Lia, currently working on this one while I haven't even posted the other yet because I wanna post early and I love Valeria. Y'all don't got shit on me, I'm writing this shit while I'm in class AHAHAHA. Btw more Resident Evil content soon...

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

Valeria Garza

ꕥ (Just saying, I'd let her step all over me)

ꕥ The El Sinombre falling in love? No shit she's... semi-normal??

ꕥ Black cat/Doberman girlfriend for sure. She's extremely protective and extremely terrifying when she wants to be. Scary dog privilege if you get it. (Occasionally it's funny to imagine her as a Chihuahua)

ꕥ Dates all kinds of women, body type and other things don't matter to her because she doesn't have a type. If you catch her attention then that's that.

ꕥ Loves spoiling you in everyway possible, just sit pretty for her and she'll take care of everything. Doesn't give a shit on the amount of money she spends on you, you want it? You got it.

ꕥ Loves it when you need her, it's one of the ways she feels loved and appreciated. Would never say it out loud but loves it whenever you show her your appreciation by doing manual labor.

ꕥ The idea of you being her pretty little housewife is sending her to heaven.

ꕥ Spanish pet names galore, culture is something of importance to her so will definitely teach you Spanish if she had the time.

ꕥ Would be interested learning about your culture as well because if you're gonna know about hers then she ought to know what to call you in your language. (Definitely not self-indulgent because I'm Filipina and I know she'd pronounce it somewhat correctly)

ꕥ Doesn't ever let you know about her cartel business. You can never know and she will never allow you to get ever get involved. You're too precious to her and god forbid anything will happen to you, she will destroy the world if she had to.

ꕥ She's more of a masc lesbian, she's the type who likes to be in charge in a "I'm the one who wears the pants in the relationship" way. She's very dominant.

ꕥ Doesn't ever even consider to be submissive, with the amount of shit she's been through. She can be vulnerable with you but in no way, shape or form could you ever top.

ꕥ You're an escape from the life she knew, it was peaceful with you. At first she wasn't used to it, definitely has reoccurring thoughts of something going wrong. You dying, getting kidnapped, falling into the hands of her enemies so constant reassurance.

ꕥ Would absolutely kill for you, no hesitation. The literally definitely of "I would burn this world for you", would absolutely deny it but you know otherwise.

Farah Karim

ꕥ Tabby cat coded girlfriend, she's down to earth and chill. She's that one neutral person everyone adores, she puts her best efforts into a relationship for sure.

ꕥ Has and will help you do your make-up all the time, doesn't matter whether you asked. She'll observe the specific way you do it and do it perfectly.

ꕥ Sweetest girlfriend ever, she has dominance tendencies but it's mainly because she's quite assertive and often makes the decisions. Can't help it, after all her field of work requires her to one up egotistic men.

ꕥ That being said, I think she's had some mild PTSD about how they treated her. Sure it made her tough and she didn't like to be bossed around (unlike angry Mexican man) but I like to think she keeps you out of it as much as possible.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader headcanon is that she literally would adore you, compliment anything and everything. Insecure? Not on her watch, she just makes you feel so loved.

ꕥ Most definitely has introduced you to Price (I feel like he's everyone's father figure except los vaqueros and characters he hasn't interacted with) and don't worry he's already looking after you as well.

ꕥ Poly! Farah x reader x Alex headcanons:

ꕥ You guys following whatever Farah says, towards relationship decisions anyway because you and Alex tend to be indecisive.

ꕥ Lot's of communication between the three of you even if it's just a small thing, consent is always key.

ꕥ Alex following his two wives around a lot, he's mostly behind you guys all the time.

ꕥ Farah is patient when it comes to a lot of things but especially you and Alex.

ꕥ You get head pats from both of them, Farah is in a more praising manner while Alex tends to be in a comforting manner.

ꕥ You cannot tell me these two won't be down to cuddle in any position because I know damn well they would be. More often it's just Alex wanting to be a little spoon.

Alex Keller

ꕥ Golden Retriever boyfriend FOR REAL. This man is the type of man to kneel down and clasp the strap of your shoe or heel when he notices it.

ꕥ You know when you pick up something near a corner of a table or underneath it? He's the type of boyfriend to subconsciously cover the edge or corner of that table so that if your head bumps into it then it wouldn't be as painful or even at all.

ꕥ Having said the first one, he also guides your head whenever getting into a vehicle because god forbid you actually hurt yourself. Not on his watch.

ꕥ Understands why you're insecure and definitely offers a lot of verbal reassurance.

ꕥ Is the type of boyfriend to say "Yes Ma'am" when you ask him to do something, doesn't matter whether it's a small thing or labor intensive. It's kinda become your guys' thing now since people take notice on it.

ꕥ Pouty kind of jealous? Not necessarily whiny but makes this sad upset face at you when jealous instead of something like Ghost or Valeria would do where they'd be glaring the person down jealous.

ꕥ Very thoughtful, he pays attention to what you want and what you need and knows the right timing.

ꕥ Forehead kiss giver, you cannot convince me this man doesn't love doing it. Especially when you're shorter than him, loves resting his chin on top of your head or burying his head in your neck.

ꕥ HATES seeing you uncomfortable, absolutely despises it. That's the last thing he wants you to feel when you're around him. Would understand if there's imminent danger around but it would literally being him back to life if you felt safe enough around him even if there was danger because you're confident in his capabilities to keep you safe.

Kate Laswell

ꕥ (LOVE THIS WOMAN, SHE'S FOR THE GIRLS BECAUSE IT'S CANON. ARGUE WITH THE WALL)

ꕥ She only ever let the TF141 and Nikolai meet you because of course she trusts them enough.

ꕥ They were like "So you're the infamous wife of Laswell huh?"

ꕥ Even before you were married, Kate called you her wife because she was ✨manifesting✨.

ꕥ She loves using it though, sometimes she'd be with coworkers and they'd invited her to go out to pub and drink but she'll refuse saying "Can't, my wife is waiting for me". She'd really rather just spend time with you anyway.

ꕥ Congrats, you made her quit smoking or at least she's trying to. She still does every once and a while when shit gets really bad but never around you because she knows that secondhand smoke is just as bad for you.

ꕥ She doesn't have a type when it comes to people so body is out of the question, if she feels a connection then she feels it.

ꕥ Anything and everything to keep you safe, if something were to happen to you, trust that she'll either get it down herself or if she can't then she'll turn to Price and Belinski for help.

ꕥ As much as possible, she keeps you away from everything. The job she has is just too dangerous and she can't risk you, not when you're one of the only good things in her life that keeps her happy.

ꕥ Definitely a workaholic, something as simple as asking her to eat or rest, maybe take a break. She'll do it, for you and because she knows you care for her.

ꕥ Doesn't half-ass anything, full effort when it comes to you especially when there's a special occasion between you two like holidays, birthdays and anniversaries.

ꕥ Also she loves making you laugh, more often with stories of her experiences with Price and also about how they met.

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

ꕥ (I CANNOT FIND A DECENT GIF OF THIS MAN FOR THE LIFE OF ME... Here's the credits to where I found the photo)

ꕥ Get this man a makeshift antenna, he would adore it. You made it for him because of his call sign.

ꕥ He sometimes wears it on missions but mostly keeps it so that it doesn't get damage because this man is definitely a horder, not in a bad way just anything you give to him is something worth keeping in his eyes.

ꕥ Gary definitely gives you handmade gifts back, when he knows you'll like something or even if it's at a random, he loves making them for you and he cried when he found out you kept those all in it's own box labeling it your treasures.

ꕥ Very shy and reluctant at first but once he's comfortable, he is tackling you for a hug when he gets the chance.

ꕥ Doesn't talk a lot, (it took me to Google when I saw that many people hc him communicating through BSL) but I like to think he does talk. It's just really selective, like a few words.

ꕥ The first time you heard his voice, you looked at him like "???". He looked at you confused at your reaction and he only realized it when you told him.

ꕥ Think that he'll try to learn sign language within your mother tongue you know, it's too cute not to think about.

ꕥ He gives off soft lover vibes, definitely far more on the gentle side compared to his comrades.

ꕥ Something in me tells me this man rambles but only and I mean only when he's already extremely comfortable around you, not used to using his voice much so expect a bit of stutter. Which by the way, he does this without knowing he's rambling and will profusely apologize with his tone of voice slowly getting more quiet. (This is your sign, comfort this man)

ꕥ Likes to crawl around and climb things for fun, another one of the reasons his call sign was formed. The first time Ghost genuinely screamed was when Roach was stuck on the side of the wall and Ghost saw him there. Kinda like when you see a roach climbing up a wall and it flies straight for you in your direction. (Happened to me by experience when I was taking a shower)

ꕥ He also likes crawling around, like this I mean. Hacker!Reader seeing this on the enemy's security camera while she tries to shut them off is just funny to me idk why.

ꕥ Chubby!Reader? Sign him the fuck up. You once sat down near him and he saw how you thought spread a bit and it was so close to his that he was just resisting the urge to touch. The voice in his head shamelessly thinking of what it would be like if you suffocated him with them.

ꕥ He loves peppering kisses, doesn't matter whether it's receiving or giving this man would straight up take your hands and use them to cup his face, his hands still being over yours and would with wait for you to kiss him or kiss you himself.

Nikolai Belinski

ꕥ (I have no clue how to write for nik but I'll try my best)

ꕥ We all know him and his jokes about his "wives" which by the way is not true and you know it.

ꕥ He's husband material however he is quite busy, not that he'd barely spend time with you but he is away a lot. There's an upside to this, he constantly calls you (Let's be real, he prefers calls over texts) just to check on how you're doing and he tells you when he's going to come home.

ꕥ Despite all his jokes, he'd never actually make fun of you. Sure he's sarcastic and talks to himself a lot but he'd never go as low as actually making an offensive joke to his lover.

ꕥ Speaking of joking, your laugh is music to this man's ears. Don't matter if you sound like a dying cat, he's still gonna make you laugh.

ꕥ Surprisingly really sweet, people are often surprised to see that man with a lover. He's very thoughtful in a sense that he's observant, sure he's quite absentminded when around you because that's the only space he's comfortable enough to do so but also because he likes listening to you.

ꕥ Does every safety measure in a helicopter possible if he knew you or Gaz would be in that helicopter, he also makes improvements to it and calls it Gaz-proofing because we all know how Garrick fell off a damn helicopter TWICE. (Idk how he does it, Gaz has some serious plot armor)

[crunchybeards]

Hello!! I know that you’re probably very busy with your outside life and art requests and such so feel free to ignore this ask if it’s too much botherrr, but I just wanted to ask you a quick question because you’re like THE Sam Look Outside person to me and I think your response would be very well thought out :D

Soooo you established in your headcanon post that Sam largely didn’t leave his apartment after his most recent unemployment, which makes a lot of sense! Buttt considering that the whole apocalypse thing and that he has TONS of people moving in with him for basically two weeks, how do you think he adjusts? Because like even between those whose presence kinda demands his attention (the kids, Leigh, Dan, Xaria and Monty) and those who might not be as loud but are certainly still THERE (Hellen, Morton, Roaches, Ernest, Papineau), I imagine that it’s a lot to handle, end of the world or not.

Sorry if this was too much text or confusingly worded! I hope you have a great day!!

Hi! Thanks for sending the ask and trust this was not a lot of words, I'm, unfortunately, an absolute yapper about this game🥲 I still do find it crazy that people like my hcs about this game, I fr just think that I'm yapping without any substance or adding nothing new to the conversation so it's nice to know that at least for some that not the case. Also it's not a bother at all to send an ask, I'm genuinely just really so slow to answer asks. But I do love receiving them, really I do :) And I actually hope YOU have a great day! Yeah I'm flipping this one on you. Your day is gonna be goddamn amazing and there's nothing you can do about it, the vibes have been sent.

But uhhh yapping under the cut with a TLDR at the very end:

But to answer your question, I think there would be an initial period of difficulty adjusting to such a large influx of people. Apocalypse or not such a drastic shift in what he'd considered to be his normal would mess with him. I already headcanon him as being an introverted person but not too introverted if you get what I mean. Like he doesn't mind having company, in fact I believe he enjoys having company over considering how quickly you can get the loneliness status in game. Our unemployed king absolutely misses those quick conversations with Clint and some of his neighbours 😔✊

But how Sam responds and adjusts to this living arrangement would definitely be dependent on the rate at which he gets new recruits/ friends and which friends show up. Like if in a run Sam were to get Hellen in the first few days, then Joel then the Rat Baby, it'd be chill. He'd have to adjust to each individual person first before he can even think about understanding the personality of the next person so the order in which he meets and houses these people are important for his reaction. Like Hellen is a very private person so she wouldn't bother him and she'd look after the Rat Baby if Sam ever needed to run errands. Joel is surprisingly self-sufficient, he'd just mind his business and play with the Rat Baby from time to time. Rat Baby already has the other two so it'd be okay too. Sam would just need to cook for them, clean the baby and take care of himself. He'd be okay if not a bit tired from the uptick in responsibility. It would be a comfortable slog through those 15 days as it would be similar to how his life was like previously but with people who would respect his boundaries and provide him with pleasant company. But that's only one party/ friend combination and honestly one of the better ones. There are somewhere between 20 to 140/150 potential party combinations with specific dynamics, interactivity and reactions dependent on the number of party members Sam's housing and how he'd react to all those people.

But that's just an example of the way in which Sam would adjust to a more controlled number of recuits/ friends. The way in which I see it is that dependent on which order he recruits people, that adjustment and acceptance period would fluctuate for all 12 companions (I'm including Rat Baby for this). Since there really isn't a concrete companion recruitment for the game, I'm just gonna use the recruitment rate that's popular in the community. In order of recruitment that's Joel; Rat Baby; Hellen; Leigh; Sophie; Dan; Xaria and Monty; Papineau; Morton; Roaches and Ernest.

I'm not gonna list Sam's reaction to every single one because then this post would just become impossibly long and I'm already gonna post a really long post for another topic so I'll just do the ones that stand out to me.

That prior order of recruitment wouldn't be too overwhelming initially but it'd definitely have Sam beyond exhausted. Xaria and Monty would absolutely have Sam doubting whether or not even letting a single person in was a good idea, I can see him having quite a few mental spirals about them alone, that loss of privacy and comfort in his room would do numbers to his psyche and moral. The kids (Rat Baby included) would have him extremely tired, his sleeping arrangements are crappy enough because of Xaria and Monty, now he needs to be at 110% just to keep Joel from accidentally cutting up Sophie whenever they get into fights. The Roaches would definitely be the most peaceful out of all of the companions because they stay completely out of the way and provide a greater incentive by occasionally giving gifts. They'd definitely be a breather for him in terms of just dealing with more difficult companions as they don't need much and aren't a bother, a nice contrast to the constant chaos and confusion of the other companions. But Sam would absolutely be on high alert 24/7, making his anxiety skyrocket and worsening my headcanoned OCD. That spiral would be inevitable but at least while that happens, the others like Hellen and Papineau would support him through that. At least while Sam spirals, doubting himself and wondering whether or not he should just give up on everything, he'd have a safety net.

It'd definitely be like a hostel/ shelter (I think that's the word in English still not the best at this) situation. They are a found family but they are still individual people with individual needs that need to be met. I headcanon that, despite what the game shows, they all do take turns cooking food from time to time. They rotate chores frequently and even sleeping arrangements are rotated frequently. Which is to say that Sam wouldn't have to deal with the total upkeep of up to 11 (12 if you include Rat Baby) different people with clashing personalities alone. The adults at least seem mature enough to recognise that.

But yeah he'd be tired, he'd be overwhelmed, he'd question whether or not it was a good idea to even let any of them in. His mental and physical health would absolutely decline because he'd be overwhelmed will all of these responsibilities that he'd forget about his own well being. But Sam would recognise that ultimately, as exhausting as it is, he'd love it anyways. He would get better at juggling this. Even when he spirals, his friends would pull him out of that. But his energy levels would be at an all time low but he'd be happy.

Tldr: Depending on the order in which Sam befriends people, Sam's adjustment to them varies. With the total friend/ companion count, that would have Sam constantly tired but appreciative of them although he's constantly on high alert.

[archangeldyke-all]

sooo….roachverse….

roachverse yes!!! i'm gonna blab below the cut so don't read if u don't want spoilers for the new story hehe (it should be out sometime in mid-late june!!)

OKAY i really wanted to explore sevika's character more in this story. i feel like in roach 1 we delved into her soft side, but in this one i want to look into what motivates her brutality. i think the darkest thing sevika's done in canon was attempting to kill kid-vi in act 1 of season 1. roach isn't squeamish by any means-- her aunt wasn't a soft woman and she was frequently around violence growing up-- but she is incredibly empathetic toward kids. sooo in this next story, roach finds out all the details of that night and she has to come to terms with the fact that sevika is capable of and willing to seriously hurt and even kill children for her cause.

of course, we'll explore more of why sevika's so dedicated to zaun and what motivates her to be such a fierce soldier for the revolution, but we'll also see her come to terms with the harm she's caused in order to protect her home. roach has changed her, made her vulnerable and soft, and because of that she's able to see things a little more clearly now (and she's not going to like everything she sees.)

we'll also explore roach some more! she's a ride-or-die, and even though she's disturbed by her discovery she's never going to stop loving sevika. we'll learn more about her aunt bonnie may and how roach was raised under her supervison, the things she admired about her aunt and the things about her that still haunt her to this day.

for a while there it's gonna be angsty and dark as the girls figure out how to reconcile with their pasts, but i promise u it's going to have a stupidly happy ending!! there'll be plenty of shenanigans with silco's gang along the way, lots of jinx goofiness, and some new characters added into the mix ;) ;)

but i don't want to spoil it TOO much so that's all i'll say for now hehehehehehehe

[ofmdrecaps]

11/19-20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; David Fane; Samba Schutte; Megan Vertelle; Lindsey Cantrell; Damien Gerard; Dominic Burgess; Hugo Pierre Martin; ShopStands Black Friday Sale; Articles; Fan Spotlight: OFMD means Frames hosted by Ram & Tsutsuya!; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika Gifs.

Hey crew! I wanted to add a bit more but I'm already late and we've got a couple things coming down to the wire! If you wanna get in on the Auntie's Tiny Boats raffle being hosted by @ofmd-buys-boats's raffles you can until 23:59 Thursday 21st November 2024 (GMT) (WHICH IS TONIGHT)! That's not far away! Be sure to submit your entries!

= Rhys Darby =

The gigs just won't stop! Next up is Christchurch AoNZ! Christchurch Tickets

Source: Rhys' Instagram Stories

Rhys is also going to be at The Bell House, Brooklyn NY on Feb 22, and Feb 23! Get tickets at TheBellHouseNY.com

Source: Instagram

Australia Dates are also up! Get tickets at his website! PW: ROBOT for priority.

Rhys is going to be at the London on the 22nd for The Republic of Pirates with Vico, Con, Nathan, and Kristian!

Source: Rhys Darby's Bsky

And if there wasn't enough going on with Rhys:

Also, Final Fantasy XIV won a Clio for Best use of Influencer and Talent -- and by that they obviously mean Rhys!

Source: We Are Royale Instagram

== Taika Waititi ==

Taika is super excited about the Moana 2 Maori screening, he's sending out a PSA that you can help sponsor one to help others experience the wonderful Maori language!

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Wanna sponsor a screening of Moana 2 in Maori?

Visit watewamedia.nz

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= David Fane =

Just a quick promo video with David Fane and the rest of the Moana 2 crew!

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= Samba Schutte =

Samba and Damien's new game Call of Duty Black Ops 6 is up for Best Action Game at TheGameAwards! If you've played and would like to give it some love, you can vote for the game amongst others at TheGameAwards.com. (Note: You do need to sign up for an account to vote).

There are still hand signed pictures of Roach available at ShopStands! Get some cool merch and support charities here!

Samba also sent a little reminder to keep that scurvy away with an immoderate use of citrus!

Source: Samba's Instagram

= Megan Vertelle =

One of our fabulous set decorators -- Megan Vertelle was kind enough to help support the @ofmd-buys-boats charity raffle and send us some BTS for Zheng's ship as well!

Source: Megan Vertelle's Instagram

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Our dear Lindsey, who CREATED the tiny boats that are being raffled off in @ofmd-buys-boats's raffle is reminding you that entries end at 23:59 Thursday 21st November 2024 (GMT)! That's not far away! Be sure to submit your entries!

Source: Lindsey Cantrells Instagram Stories

= Damien Gerard =

Our dear Father Teach could use a pick me up, if you have a bsky account and a few spare minutes, would you be so kind as to send him some love? Quotes-- music, photos, anything that brings you joy <3

Source: Damien's Bsky

= Dominic Burgess =

The countdown is on! Our wonderful Jeffrey Fettering will be adding his talents to the new Skeleton Crew show!

Source: Dominic's Bsky

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

Our favorite valet from s1, Hugo Pierre Martin is calling out for some art submissions for his spotify series! "The next season of the audioseries will be called "The Seventh Son." The series will have icons for every episode and I'd like it to be some variation on this ancient symbol: The Oroboros. It can be: - A snake biting its own tail - A dragon biting its own tail - A blue Bunny dragon biting its own tail" Interesting in submitting something/checking out the submissions? Check out his Instagram!

Source: HPM's Instagram

== Stands Black Friday Sale ==

There's still OFMD merch available at shopstands! If you were thinking of picking some of these up this is a great time -- and it's for a good cause!

Source: ShopStands

== Articles ==

More articles about our favorite show, and our Captain talking about his new tour! Thanks so much to @adoptourcrew fand @ofmooshd for keeping us appraised!

Source: Moosh on Twitter

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Frames - Moonlight Scene =

There's a new frames project hosted by Ram and @tsutsuya on Bsky! Here is the link to the full thread. The deadline will be the 31st of Janurary 2025! -- and you can sign up here! It looks like they've already shared so many frames that there are just some hand frames left so get in while you can!

Contact info:

Email: youwearfineframeswell@gmail.com

@tsutsuya.bsky.social

@panodtortur.bsky.social

Source: Ram's Bsky

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! There are two things in this issue that are time sensitive and I'm running late as it is so I'm gonna make this short today! You're halfway through the work week if you work weekdays-- you are almost there crew! You can make it! <3 Sending some love notes from others for today <3

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I just have to re-share this look they give each other today. Today's gif courtesy of the lovely @captain-flint!

[lilbardrhi]

Mistletoe... Mishap?

Pairing: Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Reader/You

CW: Silly child being silly and demanding things; ~smooch~; much fluff~

Author's Note: Happy holidays, @lostintransist!!! All of the Gary smooches for you, always! You were an amazing belated birthday present. <3

"Mommy! Mommy! They're under the mistletoe! That means they have to kiss, right?!"

There's so much commotion and I'm so focused on the work email on my phone screen that it doesn't register right away what the small child is saying. However, just to check, I look directly up at the celing of the hotel lobby and- oh, shit. There's misteltoe there. My head immediately swivels to the seat next to me. Sure as shit, there's somebody seated there.

That "somebody" is also looking up. He must have realized I was looking at him, though, because he looks at me too. There's a small smile on his face and he looks at the mistletoe, then back to me with a questioning look.

My eyebrows shoot up. Is he... suggesting we kiss? I study him for a few moments. He's handsome and- oh, jeez. The kid is making upset noises.

"Mommy, they're breaking Christmas rules," she whines.

"Suzie, stop," the mother whispers desperately.

Before I can truly react, I see the man shrug and lean closer to me. Then his lips are on my cheek and gone within a few fleeting seconds. My face warms a bit as the child cheers. The man moves his hands in- oh, that's sign language. Shit.

"Could you... repeat that?" I ask hesitantly.

I hope that didn't upset you. Just figured I'd help that mom out a bit and avoid the disaster that would have likely been her daughter's holiday tanturm.

That's what I think he said at least. My sign language is a bit rusty so I had to fill in some gaps. While I'm processing what he says, he pulls out his phone. I figure the conversation is over until I hear a male voice from his phone telling me exactly what I assumed he said. Guess my sign language isn't as bad as I thought.

"I don't mind," I assure him with a smile. Then I lean closer to say, "I'm glad we managed to avoid a holiday meltdown from a child."

My smile turns a bit playful and he smiles back. Then he types on his phone again.

"My name is Gary," his phone informs me.

"It's nice to meet you, Gary." I give him my name in return.

"What brings you to the UK? It's the holidays. One would think you'd be at home celebrating."

"Ah, well... my family decided they didn't want to celebrate at home this year," I chuckle. "So a bunch of us flew out here to celebrate. Soemthing new to shake up our holidays a bit - or at least, that's how it was pitched to me." I chuckle softly at how my family conned me into making it to the UK for a holiday vacation.

Gary gives a silent laugh at my reaction as he types on his phone.

"You're very beautiful, by the way."

"Trying to get an actual kiss out of me?" My tone is teasing and there's a hint of a smirk in my smile.

"Maybe, but it's the truth. Plus we're still under the mistletoe. Is my plan working?"

I let out a true but quiet laugh.

"I haven't decided yet, but thank you."

We talk for a while longer. He tells me a bit about the area - his hometown - and where to find the best holiday treats. Eventually, my phone chimes and it's family thins time.

"Ah, they're gonna be here soon," I tell him as I stand from the couch we were on. "Thank you for your company, Gary. It was really nice getting to know you and learn about the best places for local treats."

He stands quickly as he types something in his phone.

"I'd like to give you a gift before you leave, if that's alright? Two, actually."

I check the time on my phone. Family won't be here for another few minutes so... why not? How bad can it be?

"Sure, but I don't have anything to give in return," I point out with a small smile.

He shakes his head, smiling, then steps closer to me.

"May I borrow your phone?"

Confused, I slowly hold out my phone. He does what he intends very quickly and so I can see. Oh! He's adding his number. Once the new contact is saved, he passes my phone back to me.

"In case you need any other tips for local holiday treats."

I smile at him in thanks, but before I can verbalize my thanks, his hands are cupping my cheeks and tilting my face towards him. His lips are on mine shortly after. It's a short and very gentle kiss, but still a kiss. My cheeks warm, but I allow him to do so.

When he steps back, his cheeks are a bit pink and he has a sily, lop-sidded smile on his face. Then he signs to me.

Happy Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Gary," I respond softly.

Maybe it's not such a terrible thing, not being home for the holidays. New experiences to have, new treats to try.

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[ilovecockroaches]

Side Kick

Minors DNI

Maximine Le Mal X Fem Reader

(No Valentina this time)

Maxime can turn into his roach self whenever but in this fic he only has antennas, also this fic is bad the only time I could write it was after work, so my mind wasn't really in the place to write a really good fic for you all, I am very sorry.

Also, I was really hungry at the food part :')

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You were the side kick of a very famous superhero; you never really liked the superhero you worked for because of his arrogance and his misogynistic views. But it put food on the table.

As you sat at your desk in the hero's lair, you did research for the man you work for on a new villain he's fixated on. "Who's the new villain of the week?" Your coworker asks sitting next to you as you type away. "Some French guy...Maxime le mal" You respond not looking away from your screen trying to make it seem you didn't know who he was. "Hmm sounds scary." He scoots his chair next to you leaning in, you can't tell if he's focusing on your computer or you. "What are you doing tonight?" He asks, "I'm getting home late so I don't really feel like going out." You respond, it wasn't like your coworker was ugly, but he wasn't Maxime. He gets up to leave which leaves you alone to study Maxime some more, in full truth you were crazy for Maxime, and you gave the idea to your boss to piss him off so you could see Maxime a lot more and have a reason too than just stalking some crush.

You leave the lair at around 11pm. You get into your car and a long-exaggerated sigh leaves your mouth as all the stress from today is relieved. You're driving and you decide to get something to eat and pull into some random gas station with a taco truck.

You lean on your car waiting for your food to be done. "French cuisine is much better than some tacos..." you recognize that French accent, so you turn to see Maxime leaning on your car next to you. "Why on earth would your boss let you go home this late?" You couldn't stop the blush grow across your cheeks from hearing his voice. A sly smirk creeps up on his face, you couldn't believe that the man you would touch yourself to every night is standing in front of you, "He thinks I'm just some 'women side kick' who isn't worth the extra security. Maxime scoffs in response, "I would treat you so much better" He takes a step closer, but your number was called out, so your quickly turn away to get it.

"Let's see what you got." Maxime rubs his hands together walking over to you peering into the Styrofoam take out box. "It's just some carnitas tacos..." You open the box as a form of proof, he hums. "Is there a reason you came to me instead of my boss?" He nods "I'm kidnapping you." He grabs you and picks you up being careful of your food and taking you into his luxurious limo. Of course, you don't fight, you've been wanting this to happen for months. You open the box and start eating adding the jalapeño and salsa etc. on your tacos, you could fee his eyes burning into you as you eat. "I've been watching you, not just right now but for a while" You feel your face heat up and you already know your face is red. "Why?" Is the only thing you can choke out, "Your skills are amazing and not to mention your magnificent to look at" You choke on your food in response which draws out a long low laugh. The rest of the ride was quiet, it was mostly him watching you eating. Every once in a while, he would bite his lip, or a blush would creep up on his face but that's about it.

Before you could finish your meal, you felt a wave of tiredness and drowsiness. The last thing you see is Maximes smile as you feel yourself pass out.

You woke up in a bedroom that looked like a hotel room, the only difference is your ankle was chained to the bed and the door was locked. Your mind immediately went straight to kinky sex and your face became flustered immediately. As you examine the room, you hear the door open Maxime walks in, wearing his green undershirt and his black jeans. You hide your flushed face from his. He mumbles something as you feel a hand grab your face and turn it to his, "Putain, ne me cache pas ton visage..." His gaze filled with frustration and desire. "What?" You stutter out your face red with embarrassment. "Do not hide your face from me." He brings his face close to yours, "I know you want me, almost as much as I want you." He whispers, your face even more red, if that was even possible. "I- uhm..." Your mind glitching as the sudden confession, "Please..." He responds his gaze mixed with desire and desperation as he pleads for the response he craves. "I don't think it's possible for you to like me more than I do," you say barley above a whisper as you move your mouth closer to his ear. You heard a springing noise and notice his antennas shoot up straight at your confident response. "Can me and you...fuc-k?" He says pausing trying to find the right word in English, he adds a very strong emphasis on the 'K' which makes you smile.

Your words caught in the back of your throat unable to form a coherent sentence, you scoff at your lack of confidence and wrap your arms around his neck bringing your lips to his. He was shocked at first but soon he finds his confidence as your lips dance together, the room fills with need and lust as he leans into the kiss, deepening it. You feel him pull away, his face red and antennas perfectly straight pointing up, "Je- I need you, s’il vous plaît" He fumbles over his words mixing in his main language, his blush strong and a bold color. You stare at him as it all hits you that the man you've wanted for months is in front of you, ready to fuck you, and you're sitting there embarrassing yourself. You sit back into the bed grabbing his collared shirt bringing him closer, "Actions speak louder than words." You whisper in his ear with a daring tone as he presses his lips on yours again, but this kiss was dirtier he had more want as his tongue forces an entry, you moan into the kiss as your tongues meet, they swirl together as if they've met before. You removed your hands from his neck as they slowly unbutton his shirt. You both pull away and gasp and crush your lips together again, the same pace resuming as his shirt is now open and his lean body was revealed. Your hands, almost like a magnet, traces all over his chest making his body shiver and a small whimper enters into your mouth.

His eyebrows furrow as you pull away, he was about to complain before you took your shirt off his eyes travel down the revealed skin, "Ma chérie, tu es tellement sexy" You blush not knowing what he said but the tone was enough for you to understand, his hands immediately rush over to grope on your boobs as his hands find their way to the back of the bra and unhook it. A pleasant sigh leaves your mouth at the release of your boobs. You notice his look, you can tell he wants something, "Ma chérie...Can we try something..." Youve never seen him this timid and you've never felt so wet.

His mouth sucking on your chest as he lays down your hand on his long slim cock, the moans vibrations tease your buds as he humps into your hand, having his biggest fantasy filled by the woman he wanted the most. As you felt his cum spurt all over your hand you bring it to your mouth and taste his semen. The look in his eyes shifting into something much darker, his wants morphing from something so genuine and passionate to something rougher and dirtier. He sits up from laying in your thighs, a whine leaves your lips as his moth leaves you nipples. "Lay on your stomach." He demanded, you respond with a moan, full of anticipation, and lay on your stomach your ass in the air. You felt him stand behind you his hands wander all over your ass as he rips open a hole, you gasp as he ruins your pair of pants, "There wasn't even a ho-" Your sentence caught off with a moan as he slaps your ass leaving a cute little mark. A low laugh escapes from the back of his throat as you felt his, already hard dick, lay on your ass. You whimper as he presses a hand on top of his dick, his throbbing length pulses as he starts moving his hips to fuck the space your ass and his hand had created. He was using you and you couldn't be anymore happy, small moans and groans leave his mouth a few French phrases as well, his other hand rubs along your panties, every once in a while, he rubs near your clit making you moan.

He groans in frustration moving his hand and turning you on your back, he removes your pants like a normal person, you were a little upset he didn't tear them but oh well. He, thankfully, rips off your panties as he drags his leaking tip across your clit. "Beg." Is all he could say through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving you as his dark eyes tell a story of want and desperation, you shiver in anticipation and fear. "Please! I need your cock in me, Maxime please..." Your eyes pleading as you stutter over your words. His smile grows more as he moves his tip near your entrance and puts in barley his whole tip. A long groan leaves your mouth, "Putain, beg." His voice low and stern, you moan out, "Maxime, please I need your cock. I'm so desperate for you." His finger rubs circles around your clit, "hmm we will fix this at another date." He mumbles to himself as he rams into you moving his finger directly onto your clit, a loud moan leaves your mouth. He moves his hips as his finger harasses your clit, his long cock keeps hitting into your g-spot, you both moan, his low and gravely as he moans in French, vs. yours that are loud and almost scream Ish. The constant pleasure feels almost like torture as your face squishes together, your eyebrows almost touching together, your mouth hanging open but no noise leaves as your constantly feeling pleasure, having your g-spot fucked and your clit rubbed, your unable to catch a break. His eyes watching your boobs and face as he fucks into you, his hips moving at a punishing pace as he leans over to moan into your mouth, his hands keeping your legs up to allow his cock deeper into you. A moan you weren't aware was building up and finally left as you feel a wave of unreasonable pleasure wash over you.

He keeps fucking you through your orgasm his face still holding that cocky smirk as well as his blush. You grab onto his arm looking up at him, waiting for him to stop but he doesn't. His pace slows down as he lets a long moan out and you gasp as you feel his cum fill you up. "Maxime!" Is all you can moan out as he plants kisses onto your neck. You smile at the intimate gesture, your smile drops slightly as you feel him getting hard and his hips returning to the rough pace, "J’ai besoin que tu sois enceinte!" He moans out your face scrunching up again...

[inuhalfdemon]

No One Can Know... (12/?)

Word Count: 1,816 Words

Rating: Mature (Sexual Themes + Language)

Chapter 12

"Hear me out, I'm sorry but I'm a little less than sold

I've been around, heard all the stories you said you never told

You're used to speaking in tongues to feel like you're in control

Now you've got nowhere to run, now you've got nowhere to go."

- BAD OMENS

Alastor had already known what the results to Charlie’s meeting with Heaven would be, but it was vitally important that he be present when everyone in the hotel gathered together to hear the re-telling of the events from Vaggie. He had guessed right in that Vaggie’s being-an-angel was what had rocked her and Charlie’s little love boat and he could only imagine how brilliantly that must have come to light for everyone – including the Princess of Hell - amid the meeting. He listened – rather boredly – to the group as they questioned Vaggie, until someone pointed out Charlie’s obvious absence and Vaggie explained that she was currently upstairs, in their room…alone.    

Alastor’s ears perked up at this.

Lilith had instructed him to withhold any information pertaining to a possible defense against Heaven from Charlie until after the meeting. His next move now was: revealing what he knew and helping Charlie formulate a plan in defending the hotel. But, perhaps…there was an opportunity here he hadn’t previously considered.

Shifting to shadow; Alastor silently slipped away from the group – meaning to catch Charlie in her most vulnerable of states.

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Later that night, Alastor was in his main room within the hotel. He had just hung up his jacket and was setting aside his bowtie when a golden-glowing portal formed beside his door, Lucifer stepping out.

Lucifer cleared his throat; his portal snapping closed behind him.

“Hey, Al…sorry for stopping by unannounced.” He paused. “Are those wards of yours still up and working?”

“Yes.” Alastor turned, glaring at him.

“Oh, good.”

“Wh-?”

Lucifer exploded into his winged-devil form; hurling himself at Alastor and painfully pinning him to the wall. Photo frames and a variety of décor fell and crashed to the floor.

“YOU FUCKING MADE A DEAL WITH CHARLIE!?” He roared into Alastor’s face.

“Wait! Just wait! Lucifer, let me explain!” Alastor struggled. Despite his height; Lucifer had leveraged himself at the end of a sofa that Alastor kept against that particular wall and he was finding it hard to find his footing with how high Lucifer had pinned him. His ears laid flat and his eyes were wide.

He hadn’t anticipated Lucifer finding out about his deal with Charlie so quickly nor had he properly considered the King’s response.

“EXPLAIN IT THEN!” Lucifer shoved against him and Alastor thought his chest might just cave in.

Air rushed from Alastor’s lungs and he wheezed; trying to gulp more in.

“I did it- I did it for the power!”

“HOW DOES THAT ANSWER MAKE THIS SITUATION ANY BETTER FOR YOU!?”

Lucifer’s grip on him sharply tightened; his eyes glowing and burning hotter.

“Careful, Luci….please…I’m not Lilith…you could actually kill me!”

“I JUST MIGHT…” Lucifer hissed; spitting into his face. “YOU THINK THAT I’D RAISE A HAND TO LILITH!? YOU THINK THAT SHE’D INVOKE MY WRATH TO SUCH AN EXTENT!?”

“No, no, no –“ Alastor was shaking now. “That’s not why I said it- I-“

“YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING LITTLE COCK-“

“HEY!” Alastor shouted back at him then in deeply offended resentment.

“-ROACH” Lucifer finished.

“Oh, yeah….okay.”

Lucifer seethed at him and Alastor took a risk at furthering his explanation.

“Look, it was a very simple deal that I made with Charlie. A deal of favors. I made it because I had something to offer and the added power I get from making a deal like that – with someone like Charlie – it’s significant. It could prove to be beneficial to us when it comes time to defend the hotel.” Alastor reasoned. He withheld the points that: he did it as a small backhand at Lucifer - banking on that his continuing deal with Lilith protected him from any real consequential harm; and that it might be a very valuable get-out-jail-free card he could use in breaking one - or even two - of his chains at some point.

“VOID. IT.” Lucifer growled at him, deep and menacingly, emphasizing both words with precision.

“I can’t…you know I can’t!” Alastor told him, honestly. “My part of the deal is complete.”

“THEN ASK HER TO MAKE YOU A FUCKING SANDWICH.”

“A: That would be rather rude. B: It’s not quite that simple. It has to be a favor that only Charlie could provide for me; something only within her possession, power or ability that I can request from her and her only. She likely doesn’t even have anything like that yet!”

One favor at the time of my choosing where she harms no one…but, Alastor didn’t bother delving into those little details.

“WHAT A FUCKING-“ Lucifer shoved him again and then pushed away; letting him go.

Alastor slid to the floor; his feet catching him but his legs wobbled and buckled and he just went to the ground.

“Ugh! Do you have to have such a hard on right now!?” Lucifer yelled at him, turning away. He was shifting back into his normal form.

He hadn’t noticed it before but Lucifer was right…he was hard.

“The fuck!?” Alastor leaned against the wall and shakily stood up. He tried to re-adjust himself but there was really nothing for it – his man was standing at full-attention.

“God, who knew you were such a fucking submissive.” Lucifer sneered; his back still to Alastor.

“I-I’m not sure that I know what that means.” Alastor was saying, awkwardly moving to reach for his jacket. Sliding it from the hook; he draped it around himself – feeling humiliated.

“You fucking wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really clear things up for me, but thank you.”

“God, Al…this... This is such a fucking mess.”

Alastor moved himself to the sofa; angling himself against the armrest so that he was less visible now.

“Your fault, really.” Alastor said lowly, looking away.

“My fault!?” Lucifer turned on him and it was made apparent to Alastor that he wasn’t the only one who was getting excited about things. “How is all of this my fault!? You were the fucking one who decided to use me! Who decided to play with my feelings!? You wanna fuck around – even if you’re not in rut!? Well, let’s do it! Let’s fuck around! I’m all for it! I love a good fuck! But, you don’t get to do what you did last night and plan to make for a power grab like that when all I ever did was fucking respect you.”

“IT WASN’T A FUCKING POWER GRAB!!!” Alastor yelled.

“YOU SAID-“

“That the: Thought. Crossed. My. Mind.” Alastor told him darkly, emphasizing each word with coldness. “Ever hear of an intrusive thought, Lucifer? Ever think of something – consider something – so sinisterly tempting and yet, you never act on it? Hm?”

Lucifer stared at him – eyes widening when he realized.

“But, you didn’t say-“

“YOU DIDN’T FUCKING ASK.” Alastor yelled back at him again; standing up now – letting his jacket slide off and no longer caring. “What you did…was force.”

Lucifer didn’t move.

“I asked you to remove the chain and that fucking shackle.” Alastor told him, his voice low and shaking.  “Not because I wanted to lie to you…but, because I wanted you to trust me enough to know that I would have told you the fucking truth.”

Lucifer’s eyes dropped from him in shame.

“I don’t want your power.” Alastor told him. “I never fucking did. Lilith knows that.”

Lucifer’s head jerked up at this.

“So, why didn’t you?”

“Al…I’m-I’m sorry.” Lucifer told him. “I didn’t mean-“

Alastor snorted. “No…you didn’t, did you.” His ears laid flat. “Maybe because the ugly truth of all of this is; last night did mean something to me. But, did it mean anything for you?”

“Yes, Al.” Lucifer was moving toward him now. “Of course, it did.”

“Then, why are you still here?” Alastor asked him. “I already told you, I won’t be the one, the thing that comes between you and Lilith.”

He’s still so worried about that, even now…

“It’s not going to happen, Al. I’ve already told you…” Lucifer paused; reaching out carefully – tentatively - to touch his face.

“That sex means different things to different people.” Alastor surprised him, his face leaning into the King’s touch rather than pulling away from it.

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant.” Lucifer explained. “What I meant was, there is nothing that can come between me and Lilith – not even you.”But, Alastor didn’t want to hear that either – he started to pull away and Lucifer stopped him, pulling him back. “Listen to what I’m trying to tell you, please.”  

Alastor waited; listening.

“You can’t come between us. What Lilith and I have…it’s not the same. It’s…beautiful and amazing, it’s undying, it’s unbreakable and it’s….unconventional. I can’t…explain it without it sounding non-committal or cringey, but I can have Lilith and I can have you.”

“So I’m just your side chic, then?”   

“No, you’re –“ Lucifer saw the small smirk. “Oh, I see, you’re trying to be Mr. Funny now, is that it?” Then, “Well, I mean if you wanted to be.” Lucifer told him, shrugging.

Alastor made a disgusted sound at that.

“Look, can we-“ Lucifer took his face into both hands and Alastor leant further into the touch “Can we just…be for now? No labels. No overthinking it. We don’t even know where this is going or where it will take us… Lilith knows, she has no problems with it –“

“Does Lilith know?” Alastor asked him suddenly. “She knew about you helping with my rut…but, does she know about…the other stuff?” Alastor suddenly looked like he might have a panic attack.

“Lilith knows.” Lucifer told him.

“I  haven’t told her.” Alastor realized, alarmed. “And, you can’t contact her so how does she –“

“Alastor, breathe.” Lucifer pulled him down – pressing his forehead to his. “She knows. I can’t contact her but she’s contacted me.”

“You told her!?” Alastor pulled his head back, somehow, he was even more alarmed now.

Lucifer’s mouth twitched; he was trying not to smile or laugh at Alastor’s complete and utter distress.

“Yes, Al. I told her.” Lucifer assured him. “She knows. She doesn’t mind. If anything, she’s glad that I’ve got you to keep me busy and distracted – I’m less likely to make a mistake with everything she’s got planned, and I’m less lonely. Really, Al, it’s okay.” Lucifer told him; pulling Alastor close, reaching up and sliding a hand into his hair.

“I still can’t say that I’m very happy about the deal you made with Charlie, but…I’m sorry that I let things get so out of hand this morning and I’m sorry that I put you in such an impossible and unfair position. Are we good now?” Lucifer asked him. “If you’d rather I just leave and we talk about this more later, I’ll understand.” Lucifer went to step back; his hand sliding away from Alastor’s hair.

Alastor caught his hand; pulling it back and holding it pressed against his face.

“We’re good.”

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Chapter 13

[caffieneaddictt18]

Life, Death, and Destiny

Prompt: Witch!Reader keeps giving Geralt weird little trinkets and crystal necklaces saying that this one protects you and this one keeps the bad feelings away and this one will call good spirits and wisdom upon him, and he doesn't believe her until one time he's fighting this monster and somehow, he keeps dodging this monster perfectly without even needing to drink his elixir. He kills the beast, and goes back to Witch!Reader, demanding her to explain how this works when he knows for a fact, she doesn't have magic like a mage or a druid. She simply winks and leaves him curious, so he stays with her and figures out how she is somehow unintentionally magical.

I'm not gonna lie, I did not stick to this prompt. It went a little sideways and flopped. So, my apologies! It is not false advertising, I swear.

As Geralt was walking to Roach, his mare, he heard his name called... It was faint but grew louder as the person shouting his name got closer.

"Geralt!"

Geralt rolled his eyes, thinking it was another townsfolk wanting him to go kill something.

"Geralt, wait!"

But then he recognized that voice...

"Geralt! Would you stop for a minute?"

He stopped. The Witcher slowly turned around and saw you. You were panting, keeled over.

"Before you leave, take this." You reach out and in your hand is a little charm that can be added to the strap of leather that keeps his hair up. "It's for battle wisdom. Knowing you, you'll need it. I hope it keeps you safe on your travels." You stand up, and compose yourself.

"Well, I can see you are wandering towards Roach... where will you go next?"

Geralt took the charm slowly. He didn't trust anything magical. Especially when it came from someone that he had never heard was magical beforehand. Nevertheless, he took the charm and clamped it around the leather holding his hair back.

"There was a monster sighting near Waterwood. The locals regularly use the water for business, so they need me to come clear out whatever monster lies in the river." He gruffly divulged the details of his departure.

"Well... if you ever wish to come back, you know where I am." You skip off down the stone path to the cottage that sits on the edge of the wood, surrounded in wildflowers and other magical plants.

Geralt grunted before stalking back to Roach, mounting her, and taking off into the night.

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You wake to a banging on the wooden front door. The type of banging on hollow wood that gave you chills. Especially after being chased from town for giving Geralt a charm. This specific town doesn't necessarily take too kindly to witches and magic.

The banging lessened to a knock. You quickly extinguish all the candles before slowly opening the door and hiding in the nook between the wall and the door. Waiting for anyone...

someone...

The person walks in slowly, sword in hand, and eyes seemingly glowing in the dark. The stock build of his shoulder balancing out the slender legs of pure muscle. His footsteps silent, but hers are gone.

You make no noise as you scamper across the floor of grass and behind a chair. A chair made of engraved wood and hide from a monster, if you can believe it. Absolutely beautiful.

You gently whistle a tune... a tune used when Geralt and you went on a small stroll through the woods. You insisted that it would help Geralt ground himself before the hunt he was about to embark on.

Immediately, he stopped and put the sword away before casting Igni on a candle near him. He carried it to the chair and saw a head of hair peeking out from behind the arm of it. "Y/N?"

"Geralt!" You stand from the crouched position on the ground and go around to hug Geralt. He accepts it before lighting the fireplace filled with charcoal and adding new wood to keep the old burning.

"Why did you hide? Monsters don't knock. Mages don't bother people in their homes anymore." Geralt was ticking things off a list that might make them be wary of anything.

"Were you... were you scared of me?" He sounds almost disheartened. He never wished for you to be scared of him.

You, who was first scared that Geralt might go on a rage like the one in Blaviken, was now flustered. "Oh no! Oh goodness, no!"

"So why were you skittering around like a mouse, trying to find warmth?"

"I... I was chased out of town..." You can see Geralt tensing, becoming physically angry, "Don't worry about it though! It allows me to become one with nature. I forage all my food now and the butcher is kind, giving slices of meat no one else would want. I have deepened my relationship with magic and peace. I am happy. Don't worry about me."

Geralt was trying to slow his breathing and be rational, staring into the fire. How could they do this to you? You had done nothing but help them, and they turned on you. You had provided them with medicines that don't poison and trinkets that you can only find in the forest. You helped deliver their kin and heal them when they didn't know how to heal themselves.

"Why?"

A simple question that held so much power. The power to anger or calm. The power to cause action or stop it. The power of chaos or peace.

And so, you chose peace.

"I assume they finally decided they didn't like me anymore," You smile.

"That's a lie. You provided them with medicine. Small villages don't just abandon their healers." Geralt moved, gently pinning you to the monster-leather seat.

"So tell me... why did they do it?"

You look into his eyes, marveling at how they reflect the flames to look like pools of lava themselves. You know that your response was too late when he furrowed his brow. You look down.

"They... they saw me give you that charm..." Geralt quickly got up and leaned against the stone mantle that looked like it had been there forever, made by Gaia herself. A sanctuary for the weak, weary and, what others would call, weird.

"They don't take kindly to magic folk around here, Geralt. It's why I have placed wards around the cottage."

Geralt was surprised. An actual ward? He knew that you liked to do everything yourself, if you could. Wards required mages and you were not a mage.

"A ward?" You nodded, "And who did these wards?"

"I did!"

To him, you sound childish. A person with no real magic was somehow placing wards around their home...

But somehow, the house seems untouched by the outside world. The hurtful one of torches and pitchforks.

"Alright... well, I have a monster hunt nearby. I'll stay here. Just for some extra protection." Geralt announced. There was no turning back or denying him this.

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As Geralt was walking out of the cottage that was surprisingly not attacked by townspeople the entire time he was there, you call to him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nope!" You hold out a small necklace with a complicated charm strung onto it. "Just wanted to give you this."

Geralt gently took it into his hands. "And what does this one do?"

"It's a protection necklace. I know you will inevitably find danger, so this should help keep you on your toes and safe for your also inevitable return," You proudly announce to Geralt as he kept a straight face. He had no real belief this would do anything for him, but he put it into a pouch near his chest.

"Alright. Stay saf."

"You as well, Geralt. Blessed be, my friend."

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Geralt rode upon the cottage that had a plume of smoke exiting the stone chimney and candlelight coming from the kitchen. It was an exhausting monster hunt and all he wanted to do was rest.

Once he had tied Roach to the small stables that you kept up, he walked to the home. Before Geralt could knock, the door swung open.

"Geralt!" was all that was said before a flurry of greens and browns flooded his sight. He was encompassed with the warmth only you could provide. A hug... something he hasn't felt in a while.

You slide off of him and out of his arms. "How are you, my friend? Why don't you come in?" You open the door for him to enter and beckon the large man inside your cozy home.

The smell of rosemary and chicken flood his nose. The warm glow of the fire in the living room flickered across the walls and seeped into every crack, spreading the softness that only you seemed to carry. Geralt walked slowly into the home and sat down on one of the chairs you have. It was soft, like from a castle, but not quite as tall or luxurious looking. He wondered where you got it from.

Over the fire, a soup of chicken, carrots, potatoes, and herbs brewed in a cauldron that seemed to magically hang from the ceiling, even though it was directly under the chimney stack.

"So... how are you, my friend?" Your gentle voice enters Geralt's ears and mind. It's like you were allowing him space to take in the home as he wishes instead of flooding his senses with everything all at once. A nice change of pace for the monster hunter, the White Wolf.

"I am... good. I was surprisingly not hurt on my last hunt. This striga seemed... slower than normal, though..." Geralt contemplated on his latest hunt, mulling it over in his mind, "Must not have been at full strength."

"Would you like some mead?" You offer the Witcher some of your honey wine. A delicacy was not often seen in common households, but you have never been part of the common folk. Plus, you tended to a honey bee hive in a tree near the cottage.

"Why not?" Geralt takes the mug of mead from you as you walk to the cauldron where your stew was done cooking. You ladle the chicken soup into wooden bowls you once bought from a traveling merchant and add a slice of bread to it. It had not been the first time you opened up your home to the infamous White Wolf... and it certainly won't be the last.

"Well, eat up. You are welcome to stay as long as you like." You offer a safe night's sleep before finishing your bowl of soup and putting the bowl in a basket of other dirty plates and bowls. You take the cauldron of soup and take it outside, where you can feed the hungry children of the village. The only people who dare to come near...

Before you can lug the pot of wonderful healing stew outside, Geralt notices. "What are you doing?"

You stop, setting the cauldron on the floor for a rest. "Well... the children of the village have not been eating as much and I feel bad... their parents cast me out, not them. Why should they have to suffer for a decision they had no choice in?" You look at Geralt in confusion before shaking your head and picking up the cauldron again.

Geralt stands and before you can walk with the heavy pot, he takes it from you. "If they catch you doing this... you could be killed."

"I would rather die doing something good than nothing at all." You skip happily besides Geralt as he carries the pot with way less effort than you have to.

As you approach your normal spot to feed the children, you can see the dozens of eyes that hide in the woods. They are scared...

"You have nothing to fear, children. The Witcher will never hurt you."

First, nothing happens, but after a minute, a thin girl walks to you. You kneel, handing her a bowl of the chicken stock. You know this one. This girl has been sick since she came from the womb of her mother, who died during childbirth.

A boy, a bit stockier than he was a month ago, came up to you, slightly avoiding the Witcher's gaze as he also grabbed a bowl from you and started drinking the contents of the soup. You gave him bits of chicken and vegetables, knowing that he won't be full unless the boy has them. He has grown since you first saw him.

One by one, the children gained confidence in you and lost their fear in the monster hunter who was leaning on a tree behind you.

Eventually, you ran out of mouths to feed and food to give, so you grabbed the bowls the children used, put them in the cauldron, and walked home with the pot in hand.

"Well, Geralt, what brings you around this time?"

"Just a reprieve. I needed some... how do you say it... grounding."

You drop the cauldron by the door & clap, "Perfect! I'm going to the well now to grab water. It is chore day tomorrow. What would you prefer to do?"

As Geralt looked around, he noticed the various plants that were hanging in your window and drying in the window. And then he noticed the weeds that had begun to grow in your garden.

"Let me grab the water and prepare the pot for another meal," Geralt wanted to take the heaviest thing off you. It would not be too hot weeding the garden considering the time and season.

"I can weed the garden and wash the bowls & cutlery. Fantastic! Make sure to rub the inside of the pot with tallow before hanging it up to dry."

Geralt grunts and walks inside, preapring for chore day tomorrow.

This is going to be the longest day in a while...

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You prep Roach before Geralt is scheduled to take off into the horizon once more.

As you finish getting the saddle tied down, you look around for any peering eyes. Not finding any, you pull out a rune for speed and chant a small & simple spell before tying said rune to the inside of the saddlebag.

You hurriedly make yourself seem busy by packing his saddlebag with all the necessities, including a jug for water and a fresh loaf of sourdough bread wrapped in some parchment that you covered in beeswax.

Geralt exits the cottage, strapping the last bit of armor down to himself, walking towards you and Roach. Before he can reach you, you walk to Roach's front and say a quick prayer and chant for speed and health. That they may get to wherever they must be, right when they must be there and not a moment too late.

As Geralt approaches, you give him one last hug. And a warning...

"Save the apple bread for when you need it most."

Geralt, understandably confused, watches as you skip towards your cozy home. Before you make it even halfway, the White Wolf shakes his head as a method of clearing it before mounting Roach and taking off into the distance.

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You are calmly knitting while waiting for the loaf of bread in the fire to cook when a banging erupts from your door. You are immediately apprehensive, as banging is not usually a good sign anymore.

Before you were chased out of the town banging meant someone was hurt. Also not good, but treatable.

Banging now... that's nothing good.

"Open your door or I will kick it down!" Geralt's gruff voice was muffled by the door, but you could tell he was yelling.

You hurriedly put down your knitting project and let Geralt in. He walks in and turns rather smoothly however quick, effectively shutting the door and trapping you between him and the thick wood the door offered.

"What are you? Are you a sorceress?!" Geralt questioned you with intense yellow eyes. The type of eyes he saved for people who have used him and lied to him.

"No, Geralt... I am not a sorceress. Why do you ask?" You gently take one of his arms down from its tense position leaning against the door to massage his hand in between your fingers. You gently guide him to a chair and sit him down before asking once more...

"What has made you think that I am a sorceress, Geralt?"

He grunts and looks into the dancing flames of the fire that licked the stone and left black soot marks.

"I was faster, stronger... more insightful... Roach rode like the wind and we got exactly where we needed to be just in time, even early. This didn't start happening until you started giving me things. And don't think I didn't notice the rune in my saddlebag. You may be a witch, but you are no sneak. So, what are you?"

A pregnant pause filled the space and time had eaten away at it.

You needed to tell him eventually. Now was as good a time as ever.

"I... You're right. I am a witch. But I am not a sorceress or a mage! I do not dabble in chaos. I am an omnist. I believe in the existence of every god. I also bend and use energy at my will. The thing people call 'Destiny' can be written, but then erased & rewritten. That's what I do. A 'narrow miss' suddenly becomes an 'easy dodge.' I take Destiny... and I manipulate her for my desired outcome. And if my desired outcome just so happens to be a few kids fed and the Savior of the people of the Continent to be safe, so be it."

It felt as though the energy had moved from this feeling where something was violently poking and stabbing to try and get out, to absolute stillness.

An eerie calm after a storm.

The sort of calm you feel right before a bomb goes off...

Except...

No bomb went off.

No storm flooded the room.

Geralt could only feel awe.

Not at just your power but how you chose to wield it.

You had the power of Destiny at your disposal, and you chose to help a few kids whose parents banished you from their town.

You had the power of Destiny... eating out of your hands... and you chose to help him...

The last time he felt this... loved... was Yennefer. But even Yennefer's love wasn't baselining love. She was lust. A poor foundation of love.

What is Geralt even thinking?! Love? He couldn't love. No... His path was a lonely, treacherous one.

But it was one many others have joined him on...

Maybe it wasn't as bad as he is thinking...

Maybe...

Just maybe....

A little bit of love is okay.

The White Wolf doesn't howl his praises or paw for attention. All he does is kneel.

Kneel in front of the most powerful, lovely, deadly person he has ever known... and hold them.

"Thank you... for protecting me..."

"Anytime, Geralt."

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Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. If you have any requests, please feel free to ask me. Also, I know I made this one non-binary after editing, and I know what I said before I posted anything. Have a great night! Bye!

Edit: I actually went through and made it ambiguous! Someone slap me for thinking Y/N was a suitable choice *shaking head*

[whiskeyapologist]

was looking through my camera roll & realized i never posted about this?? but i did a check please theme in my bullet journal back in april & i am still beyond obsessed with how it turned out!

task list & cover page

april was all about finishing my fucking thesis (i earned my mfa in stage automation in may) & i used the task list to break down each section of my thesis & make it less intimidating. i still pulled a bitty & had to marathon write most of my thesis within a like 36 hour period. i slept so good once that draft was finished!

when i started planning this theme, i flipped through the comic & decided pretty quickly i wanted the cover to be this view of faber from 4.25 "faber". i filled the outside with some of my favorite details from throughout the comic, including (clockwise from top left) the "text from chowder: i'm shouting!" from 4.2 "nonstop celly", jack's "oh" moment from 2.17 "graduation", the jack lego (?) figure from 3.1 "wag", dex & nursey's background roach & house bubbles & (i think it's) ransom's "et tu lardo?" bubble from 2.12 "post i: roadie", one of my fave senor bun appearances that didn't make it into a weekly from 1.16 "linemates", & bitty's phone (i don't think there's a specific appearance of bitty's phone that looks like this, at least not that i'm finding in the flip-throughs i've done to write this post. i think i did a lil freehand moment with it, but if anyone happens to find it in the comic, let me know!), as well as my usual little calendar & monthly focuses section

monthly calendar & habit tracker

the monthly calendar & playlist is inspired by the smh team roster hanging on the bulletin board in the haus at the beginning of year 2

the habit tracker features a few other details from 2.1 “moved in”, namely the “haus sweet haus” rug & the sock pinned to the bulletin board. the shopping list bubble is a callback to the “jizz!” speech bubble also pinned to the bulletin board next to the sock

meal & time trackers

the breakfast, lunch, & dinner headers are a callback to the hockey puck taped to the bulletin board

not much to add here, but it’s a great time to mention the “it’s tough but you’re tougher” speech bubble from 4.20 “spotlight on eric bittle” which was the quote i used to decorate my grad cap ❤️

weekly #1 is modeled after y1 & features my favorite y1 senor bun appearance (1.18 “playoffs - i”) & line (1.8 “checking clinic”)

weekly #2 is modeled after y2 & features my favorite y2 senor bun (2.10 "shinny") & line (2.4 "hazeapalooza")

weekly #3 is modeled after y3 & features my favorite y3 senor bun (3.3 "meet the falconers") & line (3.26 "cup v - post")

weekly #4 is modeled after y4 (the layout of the top panel specifically is modeled after the first panel of 4.16 "christmas in madison - iii" which shows a bunch of the christmas pics/posts from the rest of smh & tater) & features my favorite y4 senor bun (4.17 "senior thesis") & line (also 4.17 "senior thesis"). i has some extra space, so i included some excerpts from bitty's y4 tweets

camp nanowrimo tracker, before the pen. the left is just a table for tracking time spent on & words written for my thesis & the novel i've been working on forever. my camp nanowrimo goal was to write 1 hour every weekend day & 2 hours every week day, for a grand total of 50 hours, which i am proud to say i achieved! the right is a visual tracker, where each pie was equal to an hour of writing. i included 50 pies for my 50 hour goal. the bubble near the top is from 1.4 "the haus" with 2 footnotes i added; one on "kitchens" that says "word docs", & one on "pies" that says "words". clearly i think i'm very clever lol

visual tracker, filled in. i surpassed my 50 hour goal with about a week left in the month, & i wanted to include that additional progress on my tracker. once the month was done & i knew how much i needed to add, i made a tip-in (although this might just be a fold-out lol) to tape in. on one side, i included the dialogue bubbles from a panel of 3.19 "keagster"

on the other side of the tip-in/flip-out, i included jam jars for the additional 10.25 hours of writing i did, plus "it's gonna be two trips" also from 3.19 "keagster"

& that's all the spreads! spreads were done in an archer & olive b5 notebook. supplies include: mildliners in the colors vermillion, dark blue, beige, & gray; a black papermate flair, a white gellyroll pen in size 08, and stabilo pens in gray and brown. oh, & a piece of masking tape, bc i couldn't find any clear tape lol

[deepseasmetro]

ok i'm getting a tattoo next month. i have a bug sleeve im adding bugs to. but i cant decide:

OPTION A: CICADA. OPTION B: SINGULAR COCKROACH

OPTION C: SEVERAL SMALL COCKROACHES (USE IMAGINATION)

OPTION D: DON'T GET A BUG GET THIS FROM DISCO ELYSIUM

[impossibleprincess35]

Just rewatched this episode last night and this is the best way to explain the Satine and Bo-Katan dynamic as it exists in "Asphodel."

The scene I'm referring to is below the cut. (Curse words, FYI.)

[Excerpt from chapter 51 - "Damage Control"]

The sisters looked at each other, silent for a moment as though they were weighing one another’s mettle.

Satine finally broke through the silence and insisted, “I will not fight.”

Bo squinted in disgust.

“Not in the way you fight,” Satine added.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Bo asked.

“You will not manipulate me or guilt me into forsaking my ideology,” Satine articulated as she pointed her long, thin index finger in her sister’s direction. “Your people don’t trust me? Good, because I don’t trust them, either. If you want to fix this mess that you’ve made, you need to summon the courage to go to them and plead your case.”

Frustration made Bo-Katan’s voice crack as she replied in a frenzy, “And what are you going to do?”

Satine recoiled just as visibly as her sister had done earlier, blinking at the audacity she had to ask her such a thing. When she found the words to speak, she practically spit them out like venom as she answered, “I’ll spend my days fucking the Jetii for all it matters,” and she managed not to cringe at the vulgarity of her answer.

“You have work to do, little sister, and if you manage to orchestrate a united front of your terrorist friends, then we’ll talk about what I will do,” Satine continued.

Before Bo-Katan could rise to her feet, Satine hurried to hers and turned to snatch the empty martini glass up with her hand. She muttered loudly enough for her sister to hear her, “Who would have thought that Death Watch would scatter like roaches to all corners of the system? I find it wildly entertaining that for all the loyalty that required carrying out such an egregious attack on Sundari, you all have shown yourselves to be selfish and cowardly.”

The sisters found themselves face to face when Bo-Katan rose up, clutching her helmet at her side, and although Satine towered over her by a few inches, even she could see that her sister was a formidable foe.

“The armor your Jetii stole, I need it back,” Bo growled as her nostrils flared and she glared at her older counterpart. “It belongs with his family and they want it, since his body went up in flames with that death trap of a ship Kenobi arrived in.”

Satine held a stern look as she replied, “I’ll send along the request.”

“Is that all?” Bo-Katan audaciously asked.

“What do you expect me to do?” Satine snapped back with fire in her voice.

Bo-Katan was torn between anger and a pathological need to please someone in charge, and her sister was the closest thing she had at the moment to a leader. The sudden taste of bile came to her, but she swallowed back her pride and leaned into that desire to prove herself.

Her angry eyes lowered and she nodded.

“I’ll get in touch with my contacts and see what I can arrange,” she said obediently, though begrudgingly.

Satine glared as her fingers gripped the stem of the glass dangerously. Her anger was palpable, but she noticed how her sister responded submissively to a harsh talking to, and she decided it was a suitable strategy for dealing with her - at least until she knew her better, until Bo-Katan opened up to her and helped her understand the life they’d missed out on.

“Good. When you have a bit of might behind you, then we’ll talk about what we do next,” Satine said flippantly, raising her chin to look down the slope of her nose at the girl.

Bo-Katan nodded. “I will.”

“Now, go, get out of here,” Satine ordered, angling her head in the direction of the path that led back out of the Outlander Club, and then she turned away to dismiss her sister in a manner she would find easy to comprehend and obey.

The younger Kryze sister responded as though it was a reflex with a nod before she pulled on her helmet. The oxygenation seal activated, and as the interior screen of the T-visor came to life, her sister walked towards the bar where Caepo Goss was nursing a beer and Bo took a deep breath, tasting the sterile air inside her buy’ce.

She had her orders.

(from this chapter on Ao3)

[fixfoxnox]

We’ve seen the 141 react to southern food but what about Roach and Jacksons reactions to british cuisine?

Gonna say a quick thank to the anons who have sent questions involving Jackson y'all know I love him and I love getting to include him

Also before we start I should just say that I'm an American, so my knowledge of British cuisine literally extends to what I've seen in tiktoks and tv. So my apologies if this is horribly stereotypical or wrong, but also I'm an American so it's kinda a national like expectation to make fun of the British, just know its all in good fun.

How Roach and Jackson React To British Cuisine

First of all, before they've even tried anything I know these two are making fun of British food just based on what they've heard.

Roach jokingly replies "fish n chips" in a terrible British accent any time Ghost asks what he wants to eat. Soap lowkey thinks its hilarious but tries to hide his laughter.

(He always fails and Ghost always gets mad at them)

Jackson sends random ass like wack foods he see's online to Price and Gaz like "was this something you ate as a kid?"

One day sends Gaz the recipe for like raisin meat salad or some shit and is like "reminds you of home huh"

So its obviously only a matter of time before Jackson and Roach are forced to actually try some British food by the British.

The first time that Gaz or Price or Ghost looks one of them in the eyes and says "thats it, I'm making you try a Chinese" I think they die a little inside.

Both of them sitting patiently at a table as the boys debate on what to make them. Ghost suggests beans and toast and I think both Roach and Jackson have a little southern heart attack when they're brought out beans on plain bread.

Roach literally can't eat it because of a texture thing with the soggy bread (me too babes) but Jackson tires to power through it

He tries it and Roach swears up and down that Jackson actually starts to cry but Gaz swears that they were tears of joy (they weren't)

They try some other things, and that goes a bit better, but overall Jackson and Roach generally aren't impressed by most of the foods.

Jackson asks at what point which seasonings they used on the food and when Gaz answers back "salt" he dies a little inside (the poor man is from Louisiana you know he's sobbing)

Eventually the British Boys are just like "okay well you know what, fuck them what could we give them to make them gag."

They try black pudding

Immediately disappointed when, upon hearing what it is, Roach and Jackson don't flip out and instead try it perfectly fine

"This isn't bad. Could be a good way to use more of the animals during hunting season"

"Wonder how hard it is to make"

At the end of things, Jackson and Roach decide that the best of the dishes was the full English breakfast and they invite the boys to make it for them again, though Jackson warns he'll be adding more than salt the next time they make it

Then, Jackson, ever the evil man, suggests that he should share some Cajun food with them next.

Roach, despite knowing it may kill them, doesn't say a word