Viva la Pluto

Jaskier leaned over, straightening everything just so. His boots, ruined now, were neatly lined up by the door. He’d have to find some way to afford a cobbler, one that didn’t involve his trade. He couldn’t do that just now, not when he knew what would be requested.

Carefully, he blew out the last candle, and tucked himself into bed. The straw was scratchy through the cover, and his head felt awkward laying this way, but it was better than the alternative.

Squeezing the doublet his pillow was wrapped in, he could almost pretend this wasn’t so sad.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

peaches 🩷

This is my first submission of the three days! (I'm trying to post on my page but mobile is being ornery of course, so you may get a tag from me too lol)

I couldn't pick which one I liked the most so I'm just posting in the order I drew them. Partner picked this character :)

ALL MIGHT!!!!

Every time him and Robby are in a closet or bathroom at work for a quickie Dennis will only make out or focus on Robby.

As soon as Robby tries to reciprocate he says that they should leave so they aren’t gone too long.

They haven’t even had sex yet because Dennis is afraid he won’t climax fast enough.

One day at Robby’s Dennis is kneeling at the bed swallowing down Robby’s spend when Robby pulls him off to start making out with him.he pushes him on the bed and starts to trail kisses down him when Dennis finally speaks up.

“Maybe we shouldn’t. I’m really tired.”

“Are you sure? You’re still really hard.” Robby says chuckling.

“Mhm.” He responds while nodding his head.

“C’mon I just wanna make you feel good too baby.”

“It’s too much effort.”

It slips out of Dennis’ mouth before he can stop it.

“What do you mean? It’s really not I promise I want to.”

“No it’s just-“ Dennis sighs

“My medication. It makes it hard for me to, you know uh finish.” Dennis cringes at how he phrases it.

Robby stares confusing on his face.

“I just. It takes a long time. Sometimes 30 minutes or more.”

Robby smiles and strokes Dennis’ thigh.

“That’s ok. I can take as long as you need. It makes me feel good to get you off too.”

Dennis hesitates. “Ok I guess you can try..”

Robby grins and starts trailing down him again this time finally reaching the place he’s been desiring the most.

That first stroke of Robby tongue up the length of him is glorious. But no matter how long Robby spends down there the spark just fizzles out and he looses the progress he’s made towards his climax.

After 10 minutes Dennis pulls him off again.

“I don’t know if it’s going to happen tonight I’m sorry.”

“Let just try a little longer. Please Den?”

Dennis just smiles and shoves his head back down onto his dick.

At one point Robby gathers some spit from his dick and leads his finger further down towards his hole. He traces the rim before dipping in.

Dennis back bows of the bed.

“Fuck- Robby!”

Robby works the one finger in while still deepthroating his cock. He finds Dennis prostrate and presses hard.

“Shit Robby! Just like that!”

After another five minutes, and another finger that joined the first, Dennis is gripping onto Robby’s head.

“Oh my gosh I’m so close. Please don’t stop!”

With one final harsh press against that bundle of nerves Dennis gets his desired orgasm, spilling into Robby’s throat with a high pitched moan.

Robby pulls off and takes out his fingers smiling at Dennis.

“Glad I kept going!”

“Oh fuck off.”

Needless to say Robby gave more pleasure to Dennis than his past partners had in years.

So like she gets the recordings and realizes Yao and Ilyukina are dead before he wakes up so he’s got no pilot, no engineer, and no memories.

And then you also have to remember that the EXISTENCE of these recordings and the fact they were accompanied by the Taumoeba means that an amnesticized Grace somehow managed to save earth without a pilot or engineer and shoddy memory that only vaguely gives him enough to work with as he works.

Me 1 day later: I need to be left alone to gather the pieces of Me together

"D-Doctor Robby, I-I—" Dennis uselessly stutters. He shoves his hands behind him, hopefully covering the mess on the back of his scrub bottoms. "I will, uh, I will—"

Robby casts a look around the bustling emergency department and loudly announces, "It is hot in here." Then, he peels his blue hoodie from his arms and drapes it across the seat of the chair, covering the stain. When his eyes land on Dennis, he says, "Why are we just standing around, Whitaker? Come with me."

Dennis tenses as Robby clamps his big hands down on his shoulders and wheels him away from the hub. The touching seems to be a regular habit with him, but the close way Robby walks behind him is new. It strikes Dennis that he is using his body to hide his leak. Dennis' insides are cramping, his back feels all sweaty, and—great—now his eyes are stinging too.

Robby takes him outside. Speaking lowly, he asks, "You use the decontamination shower yesterday?"

"No?"

"Didn't think so. It's just a big wet room, basically. Get cleaned up. I'll bring you new scrubs."

Dennis feels himself pale. "Is it that bad?" How long has he been walking around with a big bloody patch on the back of his scrubs, not realising that he's been leaking through his pad?

Robby turns him around so that he can hold his shoulders while looking at him face on. "Hey, it happens. There's menstrual products in the break room first aid cupboard. You want a pad or a tampon?"

Now Dennis feels himself flush. "Pad, please."

Robby nods. "There's period underwear there too. I'll bring you a pair. You okay, Whitaker? Can you keep your head in the game today?"

Against his better judgement, he says, "Yeah." He's focused through the pain of his cramps thus far, but how can he push this conversation about period products with his boss to the back of his mind?

"What about the chair?" He asks suddenly. "I can—I can clean it up later if you put it aside."

Robby smiles at him in a sort of quizzical manner. "I am not letting you clean a chair when there's patients to be seen, Whitaker."

"I meant after!"

"Still," Robby chuckles, "I'm not letting you. There's plenty of spares. And one of the few positives about working in an emergency department is that no one is ever surprised to find blood anywhere." He claps Dennis' shoulder and concludes, "Wash up, and I'll be back in fifteen minutes." Then he's off again, the same way he whirls away from patients and onto the next challenge.

Dennis keeps the door cracked open so he can watch him go. Then, once he is gone, he shuts it, and he strips. The dark brown stain on the back of his scrubs is mortifying, but not nearly as awful as the fact that his boss is actively fetching him a pad.

"Given that 99.9% of us are incapable of making a record of any description, I think it is grossly unfair that artistes who have achieved a solitary success on the hit parade are insultingly referred to as 'One-Hit Wonders'. Let me assure your readers that, had I written Kung Fu Fighting, I would spend every waking hour waving my cock around and referring to everyone I met as 'no-hit cunts'.

Author: Kevin Casewell-Jones, Gresford.