shane effortlessly defying ilya's internal self deprecation with the most blunt, heartstopping, to the point sincerity is such an important part of their dynamic to me
"but you know me, i'm lazy, so." "i don't know that side of you at all."
"is that what we are going to do? relax?" "i hope so. i would like to relax with you. for once."
"because you like to be bad." "hey, that's not what this is. you and me. maybe it was at first but, not now, and not for a long time."
to the point where it even usurps other peoples interpretations of ilya before he gets the chance to internalize them -
"but, you hate him." "no. i mean, i get that. but no. i love him."
and ilya has that exact same subtly gobsmacked expression every time he does it
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Accidental cultural exchange ends with new craze for vaguely human shaped dolls among Erid kids. After all, humans can like magically wake up at will and protect the sleeping Eridian kids for sure.
Also it's only fair to match the Earth kids love of pet rocks baby Eridian dolls ;)
Dr Jack Abbot finds younger nurse reader’s modeling photos from when she modeled to help pay for nursing school. He has spicy thoughts and realizes his feelings for her and wants her all to himself. She notices him being weird at work with her and decides to ask him what’s going on :)))) go crazy with it
omg my first req!! tysm anon i did in fact go crazy writin this. it's perv abbot once again, except he's pathetic nd lame. hope u enjoy <3
perv!dr jack abbot x younger nurse!reader.
18+. content warnings: masturbation (m), handjob, nipple sucking/kissing, sub!jack (he's tired and horny), body praise
it wasn't your fault that you had great tits: in fact, they had been the reason you were scouted to do some lingerie modelling, which got you through nursing school. you weren't ashamed of it at all— you looked great, and you knew that.
and it also wasn't your fault that all your undershirts were dirty one day, leaving you bare under your v-neck scrub top.
jack had skipped his morning nap, choosing to jerk off to those sexy photos of you again like some kind of basement-dwelling incel instead of the respected attending you saw him as. he didn't even mean to find those pics, he'd stumbled upon them on his day off after google image searching your face out of curiosity (sue him, he'd just learnt how to do it).
guiltily, he'd saved them to his ipad and let himself ogle your body while he wrapped a hand around his throbbing dick. he can't count how many loads he's blown to the sight of you since then: smirking, on your knees, in that naughty little sheer lace set.
and tonight, clocking in after being awake for a solid 30 hours, jack is cranky to say the least.
to make matters worse, you're together all shift on a difficult case, and he keeps having to ask you to run tests for him. each time, jack has to concentrate really hard on your face, because from where he's stood, he has a perfect view down into your bra. god, is he hallucinating, or can he see your nipples?
after you debrief him on a change in the patient's condition, one that he agrees warrants sending them up to the icu, you just have to ask. "um, dr abbot? did i do something to upset you?"
his brows knit together. "no, not at all. why?"
"you've just... been staring at me..." you reply, your voice unsure.
he exhales, his words coming through gritted teeth. "listen, i think you should just go to the lost and found, and grab a t-shirt." you look shocked, so he clarifies: "it's nothing personal. you just... you're... there are a lot of creeps running around here at night, okay? drunk assholes who get handsy when they've got a young woman that looks the way you do takin' care of em. you should cover up."
you straighten up at that. "my tits?" you reply, tone unusually sharp. "you want me to cover up my tits in case a perv comes in? cause i think it's a little late for that."
he can't even argue, really. he is a perv. he'd spent hours fisting his cock looking at those pictures of you, his younger colleague. his muscles tense up as remembers the way his hips had jerked into his hand just that morning, how he'd spilled cum onto his ipad's screen. "i- i- uh..."
"dr abbot, you're so hard right now, your dick could probably break glass," you deadpan. and you're right. jack looks down, and for the first time in his life curses the fact that his cock is so big, because there's no hiding it.
and because you're a kind, sweet girl, you take pity on jack and jerk him off in the abandoned wing. he's so exhausted that he can't even carry out any of those fantasies he'd had of pinning you down and fucking you until you begged him to stop. his only solace is that you've finally taken off that stupid scrub top.
all he can do is whimper into the curve of your breast, squeezing your tits as you work him over good, while he admits that he'd found your old modelling pictures. "y'looked so good, baby, i— fuck, just like that, yeah— i couldn't help it, made my cock so hard..." your hand is so much softer than his, he thinks. then he starts imagining what your pussy would feel like...
his tip leaks into your fist as his lips drag lower so he can mouth and suck at your nipples. "god, you're beautiful, wanna spoil you... yeah, faster— jesus, these fuckin' tits, baby..." he nuzzles his nose into the soft valley between your breasts, inhaling the soft scent of your perfume as his hands squish the flesh against his stubbly cheeks.
"could fuckin' fall asleep on these things, so soft... even prettier than they look in those pictures, n your skin... tastes even sweeter than i— oh, i'm gonna cum, gonna cum, baby, please don't stop strokin' me..."
he releases into your palm with a choked groan, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. "fuck... thank you... thank you, sweetheart, i'm sorry," he pants, rubbing at his eyes.
"if you don't mind, i wanna return the favour. don't think i could get myself to sleep 'f i don't make you come. get those scrubs off, please? need to see all of you."
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While we do have the clear indicators for when Odysseus is lying and when he is not, them being the narrator directly telling us "here he lies"/"here he is honest", we really don't have the same thing for Penelope a lot of the times and i think it is a shame, people do not bring it up more.
We don't have indicators for when she is lying and when she is not, we don't know if she recognized Odysseus, we don't know if the dream about the geese is something that really happened or if she came up with this to see how Odysseus would react, her thoughts a lot of time are unknown for us. By the end of the Odyssey we know for sure who Odysseus is, we know a lot less about Penelope.
Odysseus deceives only the characters in the story, but not the readers, Penelope manages to deceive even us, considering how many people perceive her every word without even the slightest hint of doubt.
