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olesmokes · 2 months
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Was not expecting the patch note about "the focus being on the player character rather than companions" to mean "now every NPC you talk to stares into the camera like on The Office and attempts to consume the players soul with unwavering eye contact"
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merbear25 · 2 months
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Having to work along side Caesar was never going to fair well for you. You were both devoted to your love of science, sure, but your morals regarding it couldn't have been more polarizing. Letting your guard down around him was one of the things you'd end up regretting the most.
CW: NSFW!!, MDNI!!, fem!reader, fingering, being experimented on, bondage, manipulation
There hadn't been any progress with this new serum in a few weeks, which was making you doubt the formulas you'd been testing out. You were determined to find the breakthrough you'd been chasing after but were weary of asking your colleauges for any assistance; their methods were a far cry from what most would consider ethical, especially their ringleader―Caesar.
Even after being ordered by your higher-ups to work alongside him in hopes of speeding up the process, you were reluctant to do so. The warm and inviting smile that was paired with friendly, open gestures seemed to always have an ominous shadow, yet this appeared to be something only you took notice in. Am I being overly judgemental towards him? Thinking to yourself, those skepticisms of his character began worming their way into your better judgement, blanketing doubt over it.
Having got lost in your conflictions, you failed to see the wolf in sheep's clothing approaching you. When you saw the bits of white cloud dissipating around your sides, you shot him a look.
Throwing his hands in the air at your glare, he tried to desfuse the hostility brewing in you, "Talk about if looks could kill! I come in peace." When your guard wouldn't fall, he added, "Promise" at the end.
Huffing at the stress he was creating for you, you impatiently asked what he wanted.
"I believe I've found the answer we've been looking for."
Spinning around, your disbelief was apparent in your line of questions, "Really? Are you sure? How can you know?"
"Oh, please don't act so surprised! Have you forgotten who you're talking to?" Setting aside his slight irritation at you for lacking faith in his skill, he pressed, "But there's a problem, you see."
When you raised an eyebrow at him, he continued, "Well, usually Monet volunteers her services when it comes to testing the quality of these types of serums, but I can't seem to find her anywhere."
"And? Don't you have your lackies who would do anything for you?"
"Hm, I do but they're far too busy carrying out my many other requests."
Understanding his real purpose for bothering you, unease set in. Picking up on this, he coaxed, "This is something that we've been trying to find the answer to for so long and this could be it! We must find out if it's the key. That is what you want, isn't it? To find a solution?"
Swallowing your fears, you agreed to help him, "Fine. If it's for the greater good, then I guess I'll help you..."
"And so many will have you to thank, I'm sure of it." Grinning at you, he motioned for you to follow him.
Leading you into what looked like an operating room, he gestured for you to lay down on the table.
Hestitation was your body's way of screaming at you to turn back. However, he was quick to act before your common sense took control; he offered you his hand to help you get up on it, "Let me help you, my dear."
Your hand was shaky when placing it in his, "Easy now," he soothed your worries.
"Now," he started, "to avoid any possible injuries, I must warn that these restraints are necessary."
Nodding for him to get on with it, your heartbeat quickened as you watched him take away your capability to flee. Pulling out the syringe, he assured you, "You'll just feel a slight pinch."
You avoided eye contact with him as he stood over you, watching intently, "How do you feel?"
Focusing on any changes, you answered, "F-fine, I think."
"You think or you know? There's an obvious difference."
Glaring at him, you waited to see if there were any signals letting either of you know about the possible side effects. When you felt your body getting warm, you told him in a hitched breath.
The sides of his mouth curled into a devilish grin.
Your thighs started twitching and rubbing together. The friction was bringing on lewd urges. Remembering where you were, you immediately stopped and demanded for him to let you go.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. We wouldn't want to run the risk of you hurting yourself from any other side effects that may appear, now would we?" denying you, he seemed to be enjoying the sight of your flushed face being overtaken by dread.
His hand hovered over your inner thigh, making you grip at the sides of the table in anticipation. "What do you feel when I do this..." His grasp sent shivers throughout your body. However, when he pinched the fatty upper part, shock waves shot directly across your folds and tangled around your clit―throbbing from the sudden neglect.
"Answer me, dear."
He had just witnessed your hips bucking from his teasing, yet he had the nerve to insist on hearing you tell him. You sobbed, "Fuck you," before twinging at the new waves of sin finding their way to your now weeping cunt.
Smirking at the pathetic mess you were turning into, he taunted, "That still doesn't answer my question."
He carefully lifted your skirt, exposing the shame you were holding between your legs. His hand was hovering over you again, which caused you to squirm more in a desperate attempt to evade him.
Stopping over your drenched pussy, he slid a finger over the lips. As you threw yourself against the table and muffled your cries by biting your lower lip, the sensation became more unforgiving; he swirled the tip of his finger over your hardened pearl, chuckling to himself when this broke your silence. Your disgraceful sobs were echoing around the room, while your hips were eagerly seeking out to abandon your prior morals.
"Use your words. How do you feel?"
Completely giving into his wicked ways, you admitted to how incredible it felt.
Upon hearing this, he slipped your panties to the side and shoved his fingers deep inside your aching walls. You couldn't hold on for much longer; you bounced yourself in motion with him, calling his attention to your breasts.
Ripping your top down, he hurridly grabbed at your expossed breast, which made your shrieks shrill from the overstimulation. Practically begging for him to stop the torment, this was only inticing him to push your limits further: pinching your tender nipple, flicking it for his own sadistic pleasure to see you descend into madness under his care.
Your walls clenched around him mercilessly, barely giving him any more leverage. Making him resort to using his upper arm strength to plunge into you, he admired the sight of your swollen and reddened lips gripping his hand.
The vulgar sounds seeping out of your slit were making it hard not to involve himself any further in his experiment.
Your mewls were intoxicating: your hitched breaths and begging were laced with the most addictive narcotic. When your finale had finally been seen through, you were barely conscious―having been forced to endure such abuse of power.
Clearly satisfied with your performance, he began releasing you from your restraints.
"It would seem that I'd grabbed the wrong sample," he informed, playing it off as a simple act of carelessness. "The side effects should wear off shortly, though."
Still unable to speak properly, all you were able to muster was a distressed whimper and scowl.
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w00y0lvr · 2 months
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nvm i actually love ayan.
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lambishep · 4 months
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Slowly becoming mildly obsessed with her ... she does things to my brain that I didn't expect ... and our chats leave my heart feeling bright. She makes me feel safe, it's weird for me
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motley-cunt · 5 months
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I AM AT BREAKFAST IN PUBLIC
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smudgedeyeshadow · 7 months
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she is a harlot
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auroraluftss · 8 months
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I have a tiny chair at work cuz I'm small and someone who retired said I could have it. Anyways when I work in the office at the beginning of the month drag it all the way to the back with me and when Im done I drag it back to my regular spot and everyone stares at me. Why can't people just ignore me and my tiny chair
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bedbug522 · 8 months
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okay WTF IS THIS??!!! HE WON'T GO AWAY!!!!
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garshroom · 8 months
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Ok not gonna lie, first time on tumblr desktop since they started rolling out the live action One Piece ads and I DID NOT realize they just had Buggy perching on a barrel in the corner of your dash.
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awondrousway · 8 months
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tumblr please take this hideous clown off of my screen i dont like it :(
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everyshadeofwrong · 8 months
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I don't want this fucking clown on my dashboard
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lilucey · 10 months
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This reminds me of solo and rhea staring at each other 😂😂
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lovely-number-7 · 11 months
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I fucking hate people.
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lambishep · 4 months
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Eating her out while she's on the bed, reading her favorite book out loud has to be one of my favorite activities ... hearing the shakiness in her voice, feeling her putting effort into trying not to move ...
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askfreddybearfnaf · 11 months
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random doodles
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mayorwhisper · 1 year
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There’s nothing going on behind those eyes 😂😂😂
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