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soleilapproves · 2 months ago

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catalyst - chapter 1

Life has many twists and turns- yours included getting rejected from med school and ending up as a manager for your burnt-out pro boxer ex-boyfriend. (sukuna x fem!reader)

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Gravel crunched underneath your sneakers as you dragged them along the pavement. You had been running around the city with tired limbs and a resume in hand, trying to get a job after getting your last rejection letter from one of the medical schools you applied to.

Thank you for expressing interest in our medical program. Upon evaluating your transcripts, credentials, and extracurriculars, we regret to inform you that you are not eligible to join this year’s class. We will gladly consider your application for next year’s class if you wish to reapply. You may contact the admissions department for questions regarding the next application cycle.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. You had been crying about your future for the past week. With all the hard work that went into all those volunteering hours, internships, and research assistantships, you were sure to get in.

But no, not in the system set up in this day and age. There will always be someone more qualified and well-connected than you. And even if they aren’t, they will always benefit from nepotism.

Your feet dragged themselves till you couldn’t take it anymore. You broke down, ass landing on the curb in front of a random convenience store in the middle of some no-name neighborhood. Tears spilled down the apples of your cheeks as they drenched your chin and neck. The sky roared, and rain began to pour down.

You wailed harder and tried to drown out the noise by yelling curses at the sky. You thought of all the tests you studied for, all the diagrams taped up on your walls, and all the money you spent on your applications. You had spent so much time and effort preparing for medical school that you couldn’t invest in a plan B. You needed a job to fund yourself, at least until you could get back up on your feet and figure out what you wanted to do, but to your misfortune, no one was hiring.

There was nothing more agonizing than being led astray from your original path. You began to question your abilities. Maybe if you had just paid attention in that class, you’d have an A instead of an A minus, or if you had just volunteered more, you’d seem more competitive.

But it was all useless. What’s done is done. You groaned into your pruned hands.

Then, all of a sudden, you could hear the muffled sounds of raindrops hitting canvas. “Funny, you seem different from how he described you.” You looked up to see a white-haired figure holding an umbrella over your head. “Uraume. No last name. Please come with me.”

You looked behind the figure and saw a sleek black Range Rover with tinted windows. It looked like it didn’t belong in this neck of the woods. Great, you were rejected from almost all the vacant positions in the city, and you were about to be trafficked for the benefit of wealthy people.

“I have a mace, so get away from me,” you said while walking away, not putting away much of a fight.

“Sukuna Ryomen. I’m sure you know him,” Uraume continued. “He needs you.”

Since when did traffickers start doing background checks on their victims? Your stomach churned as you began to walk faster, trying to outrun the chalky white-haired person who was now hot on your heels. However, having not eaten all day, you barely had the energy to pick up your speed, so you pulled your phone out to call the police, which, to your misfortune, was dead. You began to sob as you slowed down, and you noticed that the Range Rover was trying to catch up with you.

It began to slow down beside you when its window rolled down. “Hey, it’s me, Yuuji!”

You stopped, and so did the vehicle. Yuuji, your ex-best friend’s little brother, was smiling at you. “Just hear us out.” The boy (well, now a man) said with the most sincere eyes you had ever seen. Uraume walked towards you, covering your now-drenched body with their umbrella.

You couldn’t believe your eyes- the once scrawny little kid you knew was now a tall man. Yuuji’s facial features had changed significantly. His round face was replaced by sharp angles (much like his older brother’s), and he also sported a few new scars (the ones beneath both his eyes being the most noticeable as they looked identical). He walked you through everything that had happened in Sukuna’s life since you both lost touch, while Uarume guided you both through the VIP area of the city’s most prominent hospital. They also casually added that they had a private investigator look into whatever you were up to in the past month, which freaked you out. No one wonder they knew way too much about you.

It turns out that after you two lost touch, Sukuna became a famous boxing champion. He didn’t bother getting into the details of how it happened, but as far as you know, Sukuna never really expressed any interest in it whenever you were around. Yuuji pulled his phone out to show you his latest fight- the reason why he’s so battered up.

You winced as you watched the clip, having a hard time trusting your eyes. There were many things you didn’t know about the martial arts world, but it was still shocking that you had no idea your ex was a famous and skilled fighter. It was apparent he had a knack for getting into fights with how he’d defend you whenever a bully charged towards you or a creep so much as to even looked your way. It never occurred to you that his punches were just that precise and had less recoil because he was training to be a professional fighter.

Now, here he was, on Yuuji’s phone screen, being beaten and battered like a piece of rice cake being pounded by a human mallet. “I thought you said he was good.” You mumbled. “He is, but he’s been burnt out and has refused any kind of treatment for it.

You raised your brow as the three of you stopped in front of a large wooden door. “And I’m here because?”

“We have tried everything. Yuuji has to return to his classes soon, and I have never been able to connect with that man emotionally enough to support him through such a tough time. Even his therapist says he’s a lost cause because he refuses to cooperate.” Uraume says as they open the wooden door to reveal a large, dark hospital room.

It takes you a while to register what’s going on, with the only source of light being the skyscrapers visible through the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows on the opposite end of the room. In the middle of the room, against the wall, was a large hospital bed with a few monitors surrounding it. In it, you could see a mop of pink hair.

Sukuna Ryomen- professional boxer and ex-boyfriend in the flesh. The steady rise and fall of his chest told you that he was asleep. The sight led to an invisible lump forming in your throat. The last time you’d seen him in person was when you both had your biggest fight together. A shiver went down your spine as you remembered all the hurtful words you had spat at each other. In that moment, neither of you could believe you could’ve been that hostile.

You’d only ever seen him sick with a fever, and he was horrible enough to deal with during that time. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling right now.

“As his manager, I’d like to hire you as his… well, I’m not sure what I’d call this position, but you’ll be making sure he gets better and is up to date with all his treatments and training,” Uraume said as they took you and Yuuji out the room.

You sighed. “You want me to be his nanny?”

“More like a personally involved manager, but we can have Sukuna’s doctor come up with a better name. Something to do with your field of interest. Her name is Dr. Shoko Ieri, and she’ll also be sure to refer you to all the good schools in the country so you can enroll in the next session.”

You didn’t know what to focus on first- the fact that you were offered a job (albeit a nanny for an adult) or that your idol, Shoko Ieri, was ready to refer you for your next applications. You had only ever seen her present at research conferences, all while you both had a common link this entire time. You felt lightheaded- the feeling of hope finally returning after a week of non-stop anxiety fits.

“So, do we have a deal?” Uraume extended their hand.

But then again, things aren’t so good between you and Sukuna. At least from how you see things. Your relationship with him ended on a sour note, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, you did resent him a little for simply abandoning you and never making an effort to reach out again as you did. What if you failed? What if this whole thing ends up being one giant dumpster fire?

You hesitantly looked at the pale hand in front of you. But then again, there was no way to go from here. What would you do anyway? Your paid internships never led to any full-time positions, and you barely had any money to get by after paying your rent for the next month. You also needed to pay for all the new applications and supplementary courses for your resume.

“You should do it. They don’t like shaking hands with people, so this is major.” Yuuji whispered in your ears.

You gulped as your heart raced. In different circumstances, you would’ve said no, but you have nothing to look forward to besides getting a part-time job, which you knew wasn’t worth it with an offer like this to compete with it. You placed your hand in Uraume’s cold ones. They quickly shook your hand and pulled away like you had the plague (“They have a small case of germophobia,” Yuuji said later).

“When do I start?” you ask.

“Immediately. Since this job requires a lot of monitoring, I’ll have a few movers get your things and take them to Sukuna’s apartment. You’ll be living with him until he gets better”

You didn’t know how to feel at that moment, chest still tight with the uneasiness from before. What you did know for sure was that Sukuna probably wouldn't be happy seeing you so at home in his personal space.

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honey-crypt · 5 months ago

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more elliott hcs while i finish up my literature review for my research assistantship <3

fav dessert is red velvet cake with chocolate frosting

broke his toe while moving his piano into the cabin

gifts the farmer a fresh bouquet of flowers on the first day of each season after they get married

can sing very well but only sings when he's drunk (he has stage fright when it comes to performing)

takes his kids to the cabin during the summer season so the farmer can work uninterrupted and he can spend more quality time with the kids

his mom has red hair and his kids with the farmer also have red hair (the recessive gene is fighting for its life); the kids do inherit the farmer's eyes and smile, though

has a small cut on his lip from the time a tea cup broke while he was drinking from it

not the best at farming but he does a lovely job when it comes to caring for the orchard, which happens to be his favorite spot on the farm

wins the ice fishing competition by a small margin one year because willy accidentally drops his rod in the water (many tears are shed that day)

once in a blue moon, he can be found at the altar of yoba; he only prays in dire circumstances, such as the times the farmer was rushed to the clinic after a bad encounter in the mines or skull carven

he gifts the farmer a journal on their first wedding anniversary, it's filled with poems and journal entries from the day they got married to the present

curses like a sailor, thanks to willy

asks leah to be the aunt to his kids after the birth of his first kid (she immediately says yes)

he has been pinched by crabs on multiple occasions, the worst time was on ginger island and a crab pinched his nipple (he wears a rash guard to the next 3 or so outings to the island)

#honey crypt babbles #stardew valley #sdv #stardew #sdv elliott #stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott

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hexb0nes · 14 days ago

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A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING - A JAYCE TALIS X PLUS-SIZED READER SMUT FIC

word count: 4k

warnings: unbalanced power dynamics (jayce's your boss, you're his assistant), tit-sucking, semi-public sex (fucking in the lab after hours), deepthroating, some puppy!jayce moments, we swallow not spit in this house, praise kink, dom!reader/switch!jayce, fingering, a bit of brat!reader, cervix bruising, tummy bulge from massive cock!jayce, mating press, breeding, unprotective sex, full nelson, getting fucked dumb, 'pleasure' is written too many times but god damnit there's no good synonyms for it, reader is gonna need a week off from work after this, happy endings!

summary: you and viktor enjoy your weekly romps in the night, relishing in the secrecy of your relationship. however, someone very familiar is hot on your tail, vying for your attention. perhaps, a late night at the lab with jayce will some unexpected results.

a/n: in celebration of 69 followers, i pushed myself to get this up and posted! i know many have been waiting, so please enjoy!

You were Viktor’s favorite secret.

The small glances the two of you would exchange throughout the work day, the gentle “accidental” touches, and the smiles you would share with him filled Viktor with a sense of warmth and comfort. While the days were full of innocent affection, the nights spent with you were for hedonistic pleasure. Oftentimes, Viktor would visit you in your apartment across the city, reassuring Jayce—whom he lived with—that his nightly outings were under the pretense of research or personal time. Little did his partner know, the Zaunite was instead plowing his assistant.

Your nights together would start out with small talk, catching up on life events and such. Then one of you would initiate a kiss, sweet and innocent before melting into unbridled passion and lust. Viktor would grope at your chest like an excited teenager and your hands would drift down to his trousers, undoing his belt. After holding onto his pent up arousal all day, Viktor would unleash it onto you, usually fucking your face with his fat cock, devouring your cunt like a divine meal, and pounding you until you saw stars. These romps in the night were one of the things you looked forward to the most.

However, in recent days, you swore that someone could sense your scandalous affairs. Sometimes, it would be a lingering glance too long after you came to work with a hickey present on your neck or the quirk of an eyebrow when you accidentally wore two left shoes because you were so exhausted from the previous night’s activities. Your face warmed up at the thought of someone discovering your secret. You feared the consequences of discovery, whether public shame by your family or the loss of your assistantship.

Yet, your questions were soon answered in the form of a gift from your boss, Jayce Talis.

It was a late night in the lab, Viktor left earlier in the day because of a flare-up and Sky was out of town for family business. The council wanted a new invention ready for presentation at the end of the week, so you and Jayce were hard at work to ensure that would happen. You forget how many times you had to run between the various shops in Piltover to the lab for supply deliveries.

“Thank you,” your boss offered you a smile, his famous ‘Golden Boy’ grin, when you handed him off the final item on the materials list, “I should be good to resume some tinkering in the morning when Viktor comes back.”

“Alright!” you were relieved, your feet achy from the continuous trips. High heels were never meant for the cobblestone pathways of Piltover, “I’ll head out now, unless you want me to add up more overtime pay.”

“Before you go!” the inventor jogged to his workstation and rummaged through its content, “I have something for you,” in his hands, Jayce held out a buttercream yellow box. Curious, you accepted the box and thanked him before opening it up to see what was inside.

It was a dress, black and silky to the touch. However, when you fully pulled it out of the box, you realized how skimpy it was, the length only going to the mid-thigh. You gave the fabric a thug, noting that it was stretchable, and questioned Jayce, “Uhm, Mr. Talis, what’s this?”

“An apology gift,” he elaborated, stepping closer. You tilted your head up to look your boss in the eye, quivering slightly at how much taller and beefier he was in comparison to you, “For when I spilled coffee on you a few weeks ago.”

“Oh!” you smiled, “Well, thank you, but,” you placed the dress against your body to model its low-cut shape, “I don’t think this is appropriate for me to wear in the workplace.”

“No, no!” Jayce shook his head, “Not for the workplace, just a little something to use when you have your nights with Viktor.”

Your blood turned icy when he mentioned Viktor to you, “Y- You,” tears swelled up in your eyes, “You know?” you stifled back the urge to cry, “A- Am I fired?” you stammered, mind racing in a panic.

“What! No, of course!” your boss reassured you with a comforting smile, “You two are adults. While others may turn up their noses at your relationship, what the two of you get up to after hours isn’t my concern,” your shoulders relaxed, “Oh thank Gods,” realization suddenly hit you, “Wait, how did you know?”

Now, it was Jayce’s turn to stutter, “Oh! Er, well- uhm,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle, “Cat’s out of the bag, I guess,” your boss cleared the phlegm out of his throat, “I knew since the beginning when you, uh… had your first encounter in the bathroom.”

You gawked at his confession, horrified beyond comprehension. Jayce placed a hand on your shoulder—Gods, was his hand bigger than your face?—and explained, “I left to find you after Viktor did to give you a sweatshirt to use when all that happened. You two were pretty noisy and I didn’t want to understand but at the same time, I didn’t want anyone else to interrupt you both and find you in such a position, so uhhhhh…” he let out a low laugh, “I stood guard.”

You set the dress aside and covered your face in embarrassment. Your boss caught his partner fucking you. I’m gonna have to resign in shame, you thought, There’s no way I can come to work moving forward with all this!

“Hey,” Jayce grasped your chin lightly, his warm brown eyes peering into yours, “It’s okay,” he cupped one of your cheeks and stroked his thumb across it, “I promise it’s okay.”

“Mr. Talis,” your body trembled with nerves, “This isn’t… I don’t…” Hypocritical to suggest his actions weren’t appropriate when you had been sleeping with his partner since the previous month. However, a part of you relished in Jayce’s touch. His hand was calloused from days working in the forge, a nice contrast from the delicateness of your cheek.

“I know,” he purred, “I know that this isn’t right, that I’m your boss and you’re my assistant,” he placed your face between both of your cheeks, squishing them just a bit, “but I can’t keep hiding my feelings any longer.”

“Feelings?” your heart skipped a beat.

“It’s easier for me to just show you,” mumbled Jayce, leaning closer and closer until his lips made contact with yours. You let out a surprised ‘mmpf!’ at the kiss, but slowly melted into it and wrapped your arms around his waist to stabilize yourself. His kissing was more restrained and shy than Viktor’s eager and confident kissing, “I’m sorry,” he rasped after ending the kissing, “Say the word and we pretend this never happened.”

“Mr. Talis- Jayce,” he cut you short, “I just kissed you, you can forgo the formalities.”

You nodded in response, “Ok, Jayce,” you inhaled deeply and summoned whatever courage you had in you, “I want this,” it was already established that you and Viktor weren’t exclusive, the latter too deep in the trenches of Hextech research to pursue a romantic relationship. Although you held out on the hope that maybe you two could be together, you weren’t opposed to exploring new options, “I don’t want to lead you on. I’m not sure how I feel about you, given the new information, but,” you pulled your boss into an embrace, “I want to explore all this with you. Is that okay?”

“That’s more than okay,” he returned the hug, muscular arms folding around you, “I understand completely,” you looked back up at Jayce and smiled, “Sooo…” you giggled, “Tell me what you wanna do tonight.”

“Would you be upset if I said-” he lowered himself to your level and whispered in your ear, “-that I wanna let loose all these sexual urges on you?”

“Sexual?” your chest tightened with excitement. Jayce nodded, “Yes, ever since I first laid eyes on you. I’m still figuring out the romantic side of things, but,” he trailed his hand lower and lower until it stopped at your ass, “You drive me crazy. You don’t know how many times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of you,” confessed Jayce, as he gave your ass a rough squeeze. You held back a moan, “Am I really that irresistible? I didn’t realize that you and Viktor fancied the same kind of girl.”

“What can I say?” hummed Jayce, “I’m enamored with hips, dips,” he placed his hands on your sides, “Thick thighs and chubby tummies,” his hands moved to your stomach then down to your thighs, “You’re like a goddess among mortals.”

“Jayce,” you whined, “Please, just fuck me already,” his charming voice and actions already had your panties drenched, the wetness uncomfortable to stew in. Jayce launched into action, pressing hot kisses on your neck before biting down to mark you. His canines pierced your soft skin while he loosened your tie, “Fuck…” he pulled himself off your neck, a splattering of hickets now present, “You taste amazing,” your boss moved his hands to your chest and unbuttoned your blouse, your bra on display with a bit of your tits spilling out.

“Like what, you-” your flirty comment was interrupted by an abrupt rip, as Jayce tore through your bra, “Hey!” you scolded him, “Do you know how pricey these kinda bras are?”

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he breathed out, his hands glued to your chest and groping them with such intensity. You tried your best to suppress your moans, but soon succumbed to Jayce’s assault, whimpering out his name while he nibbled at your flesh, nipping like a playful puppy. His mouth found its way to one of your nipples and latched on, sucking hard while playing with your other breast, “Ah! Jayce!” you whined, “Please be gentle!”

Jayce lightened up his intensity, unaware of how strong he truly was. As Jayce had his way with your breasts, you lifted up your skirt and stuffed your hand inside your opaque tights, rutting your clothed cunt against it. You were simply soaked, a bit of wetness dripping down onto your inner thighs, as your boss got off to the simple act of sucking your tits.

“Jayce,” a surge of dominance overtook you, as you unlatched your boss’s mouth from your tit, “Pull your pants down,” he did so without question, you sensed how eager and excited he was to please you. Only his plaid boxers remained, a prominent bulge evident. You got on your knees—thighs squishing together, much to Jayce’s delight—and teased him with your fingers, trailing your nails down his sides and against the cloth, “You’re so cute,” he let out a whine in response. Gods, he really is a puppy. You decided to spare the poor man and pulled down his boxers, his cock slapping you in the face.

“Holy shit.” He’s massive! You admired Jayce’s dick, almost as thick as your and as long as your forearm with a downward curve. It was nothing like Viktor’s cock, still thick and long but not to this degree. Fuck, is this gonna fit me? You then eyed his balls—wow, those were the fattest balls you had ever seen—and grazed your fingers against them, “They look so heavy.”

“I haven’t had time to, uh, remedy that with all the late nights spent at the lab,” chuckled Jayce. You wrapped your hand around his dick and gave the tip a kiss, “Let me fix that for you,” you opened your mouth and slid it inside, carefully taking each inch. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get all of it in before his cock hit the back of your throat, some spit leaking out your lips and down your chin. Fighting the instinct to gag, you bobbed your head to and fro, happily taking your boss’s cock like the good little whore you were.

“Fuck!” grunted Jayce, entangling himself in your hair, “Gods, now I know why Viktor’s been coming to work so happy! He had a nice cockwarmer like you all to himself,” you picked up your pace and lifted a hand down to your cunt to continue your own pleasure while the other touched your neck, feeling the bulge from your boss’s dick, “Not anymore, though! You’re mine, too!” he huffed and puffed, his mind overtaken by lust and desire.

In a split second, Jayce slammed his cock all the way, earning a choked moan from you, and climaxed, shooting hot salty cum down your throat. You greedily drank as much as you could like a refreshing glass of milk before Jayce pulled you off, as you coughed and spewed some cum out. Jayce squatted before you and wiped off the excess cum from your lips, “Sorry,” he apologized, “I got too excited.”

“It’s okay,” your voice was hoarse from the throat fuck, “You just gotta return the favor,” Jayce peered down at your lower half and scooped you up in his arms, “Oh!” you exclaimed, shocked. Damn, putting that forge strength to use, huh? He walked over to his workstation and shifted his hold on you, shoving any trinkets and papers off with his free hand. Jayce plopped you down and kissed you tenderly on the lips, as he pulled down your skirt to reveal your tights. He eyed the tights and with a bit of mischief, he tore them open with ease.

“Now, you owe me new tights,” you mused aloud. Jayce let out a hum, his focus on your soaked panties, “I’ll buy you a new wardrobe, anything you want,” he mumbled, dragging a finger against your clothed slit. A small gasp stumbled out, as you watched Jayce play with your cunt, “Jayce… Don’t tease me!” you whined with a pout.

“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled, “I’m just so fixated on it,” he tugged at your panties and you lifted your legs up, Jayce yanking the undergarment. You spread your thick legs wide and displayed your pussy before your boss, “Like what you see?”

Jayce’s pupils were blown out with intoxicating desire, engrossed with the sight of your bare cunt. It shined with clear slick, leaking from your slit and dripping onto Jayce’s desk. Jayce raked a finger against the entrance and you inhaled sharply. His finger stroked your folds, exploring your anatomy. Yet, Jayce pulled his finger back, much to your disappointment, and rested his head against one of your thighs, “You’re hot.”

“Thanks,” you snorted, “As are you,” Jayce smiled, not his usual ‘Man of Progress’ grin but a simple yet kind smile. Heat spread throughout your body at the sight of such a sweet smile, “Oh, Jayce, you’re lovely,” you exhaled.

“Don’t make me blush,” he murmured, suddenly shy. You grinned, “Oh, is the Golden Boy a fan of praise?” his face flushed a pretty shade of red, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Well, I mean- you’re such a good boy, Jayce,” you beckoned Jayce to stand and he placed his pelvis against the workstation, dangerously close to your pussy. His dishevelled hair and blissed out expression ignited a flame of boldness in you, “You know, in hindsight, I see how you look at me,” you brushed your hands against his torso, admiring how strong but gentle he was, “Ever since I was hired to be your assistant, you always found an excuse to be extra close to me. Isn’t that right, Jayce?”

“Yes!” he croaked, “I- I couldn’t help myself. You’re breathtaking, it was so hard to restrain myself like that,” the inventor rutted himself against your cunt, the tip of his fat cock grazing your clit and folds. You bit back a whimper and continued to toy with your boss, “I bet you just wanted to take me right then and there, in front of everyone. Sky, the Council, Viktor, you wanted to claim myself like a hound marking its territory.”

Jayce groaned, shifting his pelvis and grabbing his cock. He stroked himself to your words, squelching emitting from his fast jerking, “I wanted- fuck- it was so hard to keep those thoughts to myself. I couldn’t let myself-” his cock leaked more precum and lubricated his shaft more, “I couldn’t let that urge take over, but hell- I want to devour you whole!”

“Then do it,” you removed his slicked-up hand from his cock, “Devour me.”

Jayce’s eyes darkened at your request, but remained somewhat in control, as he guided a finger to your cunt, “Gotta prep you first. I don’t think you can take me without some help beforehand,” the inventor reached under his desk and into a drawer, producing a bottle of lube from it, “Er… my emergency supply,” he elaborated upon seeing your confused expression. He squirted a good bit on his fingers and lined one up to your entrance, “Ready?”

“Ready,” you confirmed. As gently as he could, Jayce slid a finger inside your cunt. You gasped at the sensation, his one finger easily filling you up. Slowly, Jayce pumped his finger in and out of your pussy, monitoring your reaction. His finger brushed against your sweet spot and you nearly crumbled on the spot, Jayce grinning in victory, “There it is!” he cheered. Gods, he’s too adorable. “You okay with another finger?” he asked, to which you nodded.

Jayce pulled his finger out and you mewled in disappointment, already missing the fullness. He positioned his two fingers in front of your cunt and shoved them in, you trembled with ecstasy while your boss fingered you fast and hard. You nuzzled up against his chest, allowing Jayce better access to your G-spot, and unbuttoned his dress shirt, finally seeing his fit and muscular form on display. Fuck, he’s hot. You nibbled his tanned skin and left dark hickeys in your wake, marking Jayce up with sloppy kisses. All you could think of was getting fucked by your boss, him claiming you like Viktor did. The idea of having both brilliant scientists to your own made you drool. Gods, I want both. I need both of them.

“Should be good enough,” hummed Jayce, as he withdrew his beefy fingers from your cunt. You shuddered from the pull and pouted to yourself at the lack of fullness. Jayce shook off his dress shirt, now fully naked with you, and poked at your chest, “Lay down, please.”

“Yes, Mr. Talis,” you giggled. In response, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and growled in your ear, “If you call me ‘Mr. Talis’, things aren’t going to end well for you,” a cheeky grin formed on your lips, “Thank you for the warning, Mr. Talis.”

In a split second, you were shoved down onto the workstation and Jayce slammed his girthy dick inside, only two thirds of it making it before meeting your cervix, “Fuck… this might hurt a bit,” the scientist warned you before thrusting the full length inside, bruising your cervix in the process, “Holy shit!” you cried out, pain muddled with pleasure, as stars danced around your vision.

Jayce began his assault on your womb, pounding his cock inside you mercilessly. No longer was he the little puppy wanting your praise, but rather a wolf ready to consume every inch of you. Jayce lifted one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, slamming his dick deeper and harder. In your daze of overwhelming delight, you peeped over your plump tummy and gawked in pleasant excitement at the glimpse of Jayce’s dick bulging from your pelvis and stomach.

Jayce switched up his tactics and lifted your other leg up to his shoulder, folding you in and pressing down hard, “Gotta make sure you get the most out of this,” he rasped before pistoning himself in and out of your pussy. Your body jiggled with each thrust, your heavy breasts nearly smacking you in the face from Jayce’s speed. His cock was perfectly angled at your cervix, abusing it to his glee. Skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the lab, as Jayce had his way with you while trapped in a mating press, “I’m getting close,” he hissed, “I hope- hope you don’t mind if I knock you up by accident. I need to cum inside!”

You were too fucked dumb to properly respond, your body craving Jayce’s seed. Abruptly, Jayce flipped you over on the workstation and forced you up. He locked your arms above your head and hoisted you further upwards, your legs dangling helplessly. Jayce raised your legs up and gripped his hands tight on them, angling his cock once more to your cunt and bucking himself inside.

Never in your life had you experienced such an intense wave of overstimulating pleasure, your mind fogging up with unbridled tantalizing thoughts of being Jayce’s cocksleeve, as he continued his endless pursuit. Your body jerked in tangent with Jayce’s movements, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull with your tongue rolling out of your mouth with shameless glee. The knock in your stomach tightened and tightened while Jayce assaulted your G-spot, the inventor biting down at your neck and piercing your flesh once more with his canines. Your toes curled in anticipation, as you approached orgasm alongside Jayce, “J- Jayce, gonna- gonna cum!” you cried out.

“Let’s!” he thrusted again and again, his cock almost splitting you open.

“Do it!” Jayce’s pelvis slapped against your plump ass, his breath sharp and ragged.

“Together!” he let out one final whine before climaxing. Jayce shot ropes of cum inside your womb, some spilling out because of the limited capacity of your pussy.

You unraveled soon after Jayce, the knot in your stomach breaking loose while you convulsed from the peak of your climax. Your clit and pussy throbbed from the aftermath of your orgasm, mind hazy while Jayce finished his own. You went limp in Jayce’s arms, cum and drool dripping out of you.

Jayce transferred you into the bridal hold and carried you off to the push-out couch he and Viktor would use for all-nighters at the lab. As careful as he could be, Jayce laid you down on the couch, resting your head on a pillow and covering you with a warm blanket. You incoherently babbled to yourself and drifted off to sleep, satisfied from a great fuck.

Jayce redressed himself and bent down to your level. He then kissed you sweetly on the lips, “You did amazing,” he murmured. He rose from the couch and relocated to a comfortable place in the lab for a makeshift bed, building it close by to you and laying down to fall asleep.

“Well, aren’t you a dirty slut?”

Jayce’s eyes shot open, Viktor standing above him, “Shit! Vik! What are you doing here?”

“I stopped by her apartment to deliver a package when I noticed that she wasn’t there,” the Zaunite gestured at your sleeping form, “The most logical conclusion would’ve been that she was at the lab, hence why I stopped by. However,” he pointed at Jayce’s now flaccid cock, “I walked in when you had her in the mating press.”

“You were watching us?!” Jayce restrained his volume so as to not wake you up.

“It’s only fair since you did it first,” commented Viktor.

Jayce sighed deeply at his partner’s rebuttal, “Okay, okay…” he then peered over to you, “So… are we gonna swap weekends or?” to which Viktor waved him off, “That’s a morning issue,” he walked over to the couch and touched his forehead to yours, “Sweet dreams,” Viktor then returned to Jayce’s side and stated, “You better clean the lab, it reeks of musk and sex.”

“I will, I will,” the exhausted scientist reassured, “Care to have a sleepover with us?” he offered. Viktor pondered the idea for a moment, “Well,” he pointed to the remaining space on the pull-out couch, “As long as I get the couch. You know how my back is.”

Jayce held back a snort, “Sure thing, Viktor, sure thing.”

Once everyone was situated in their sleeping spots, Jayce turned off the lights and laid back down, “Goodnight, Viktor.”

“Goodnight, Jayce,” replied Viktor, as he and Jayce slowly succumbed to sleep.

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acswinburne · 10 months ago

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Where did you do your masters? I want to be a research assistant but kinda lost currently :( can you give me some tips

Hi! I don't have a graduate degree yet--currently in the hellish process of applying for them :'). I began working as a research assistant in the second year of my undergraduate studies (which, tbh, is too early) because I thought it sensible to do one of my internships under a professor whose expertise matches with the sub-sub-sub area I want to pursue in grad school. I had taken two classes from him before I applied (so he knew me & my work quite well by that point), and he was already planning to spend the summer finalizing his monograph, so he did not object to having another set of eyes working on it. I began working as an intern, and after the internship period came to an end, we both found it fruitful to continue & turn it into an actual RA position.

That's essentially how I started working as an RA. Obviously, mine is a bit of an exceptional case considering I'm not in grad school, but I'd be happy to further talk about the process & see if I can give any useful advice if you reach out to me via messages! My one big suggestion without knowing you would be to reach out to profs/assistant profs you've taken classes from before to see if they might be interested in having an RA, or to academic libraries/archives for internships/volunteering positions, which might help if any opportunities arise in that direction. Good luck with everything!

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dear-ao3 · 3 months ago

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So I'm anon to avoid doxxing myself with job information, but: I work in higher ed and am literally spending so much of my time on graduate education affordability right now. Unfortunately all three of our projects aren't public yet, so:

- master's or PhD? PhDs are often funded through research or teaching assistantships. Masters usually are not.

- are loans off the table, or is all federal funding off the table, e.g. but not limited to for citizenship reasons? There are lots of federal research grants.

- does this degree have a solid career path afterward, or is it a passion project?

- can you do it part-time and work?

-masters

-i’m not taking out any flavor loan of any kind. research grants and everything else are fine, just nothing i need to Pay Back (tho i am a us citizen who will be doing said masters program in another country)

-yes there is a career path (it expands on the current job i am doing, makes me more marketable etc etc)

-the program i’m doing is formulated for people to be able to work part or full time and still do it (but i will be in a different country, there’s limitations on how many hours i can do on a student visa)

#not a tag #from saph #if u want more info pls dm me on all-hail-the-witcher thank u anon

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saintcirce · 1 month ago

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Please do a whole post about phd applications, funding applications, fellowships, TAships etc. Would love your take on it. Thanks

I'm chronically horrible at responding to asks, so this is coming later than you probably expected!

For context, I'm now a second year PhD art history student about to take her doctoral (comprehensive) exams in April. I applied for PhD programs during the last semester of my master's program, which was a terminal degree through a different university than the one I currently attend.

I applied to two PhD programs in the United States and two in the United Kingdom: the processes are different, particularly when it comes to funding. The former will automatically consider you for funding and it's expected, at least in the humanities, that they will grant you tuition remission and a stipend for at least four years (potentially more, depending on your particular program). It's also possible to win additional fellowships, either through your university or a third party. For example, I have departmental funding (ie. a stipend that I receive for being a Graduate Assistant) and an outside fellowship from my university's Graduate School. My department applied for that fellowship on my behalf before I even enrolled. The other American university to which I applied also offered me tuition remission and a stipend, but it was less than the university I currently attend.

Two general notes about funding in the United States: (1) it often changes to account for rising cost of living but that does not necessarily mean you will be making a living wage, and (2) it often changes depending on whether your school has a Union. Graduate workers at my university are currently working to unionize, which would not only guarantee a living wage for union members but also offer protections for international students and student parents. There are a lot of benefits but the TLDR for funding is that unionizing often means the difference between $28,000 and $45,000 yearly stipend (see this article from the Boston Herald about BU's graduate student union). Graduate Assistants are often not allowed to hold a second job outside of the university and it's also difficult to do so when you are (a) working, (b) completing coursework, and (c) independently researching. My museum fellowship, which I'm due to begin in a couple days, jeopardized my funding status and I had to fight my university for them not to take away my fellowship. It ultimately worked out because I had my department chair's support but not all students are similarly supported—and not all departments are willing to advocate for their students.

Pivoting to UK schools: the TLDR is that they offer very little funding for international students and the funding that is available, either through the institutions themselves or outside organizations, is often not enough to cover the cost of living. Tuition is largely cheaper than in America but the difference was not significant enough for it to factor into my decision. If you're interested in more detail, I'd recommend reaching out to @therepublicofletters who actually attends a UK institution. She can also tell you more about how their programs are structured. Unlike American PhD programs—which involve at least two years of coursework, doctoral exams, and graduate assistantships before defending your prospectus and beginning dissertation research—UK programs ask you to apply with a prospectus that you will use as the basis for dissertation research that you begin immediately upon entry. The difference is that American programs typically take 5-7 years to complete whereas UK ones are only 3-4 years. While this may seem convenient in the short term, I was advised that American institutions (museums, universities, etc) often prefer PhDs from American institutions because of the extra work completed.

Setting aside this technical information, I chose the four programs to which I applied based on vibes. I had a master list of schools and advisors and I contacted each one to see if we fit in terms of academic interests and personalities. I did not want to work with an advisor I didn't like and who didn't like me—or who had so many students that they had no time for me. Aside from speaking with them personally, I also reached out to their current advisees: students will often give you a more honest perspective on faculty and the department as a whole. I would almost lend more weight to what the students say than any of the professors because they are and/or will be your peers. They are also the people who will give you the most honest information about how professors and the department view students of color, women, queer students, etc. Art history and the humanities are fairly white, straight, and male dominated, so it's important to get a read on how non-normative (for lack of a better collective term) individuals are treated. I used this information to narrow down my master list to four schools, each of which I would be happy to attend. Whether I was admitted to one or to all four, I would have a place to go where I would be content and able to find community.

This is a personal note but something to consider when it comes to advisors is gender. That should not be a determining factor but I realized after committing to my current school that this is the first time I've worked with a male advisor. I love him dearly and he is one of the most encouraging scholars I have met but there have been occasions where there is a disconnect based on life experience. That said, I know many people who have had no issues at all!

Throughout this whole process, the name value of the schools was functionally irrelevant. In my experience—and that of the numerous individuals who advised me during the application process—your advisor is far more important than your school. While this will necessarily vary by discipline, you want to work with someone who has connections and/or knows how to network. For example, an older scholar will likely know everyone and their mother whereas a younger scholar will know fewer people but likely be more present at conferences, etc.

In the end, what matters most is your happiness and stability. Will you like working with your chosen advisor? Will you like taking classes in other disciplines within your department? Will you be able to make friends and/or have civil relationships with other graduate students (ie. will people steal books you need because they know you need them, like at Columbia)? Can you afford to live in whatever city in which you school is located? Are they paying you a living wage and/or offering you alternate opportunities to apply for funding?

I chose my school based on the graduate community, my advisors (I now have two), and the funding package. There have been incidental issues that I could not have anticipated, but on the whole, I do not regret my decision because I prioritized my happiness when I was applying and did not make decisions based on what I thought other people would want. This is a huge commitment and you need to be self-motivated, to rely on your love of the subject, to make it through the hard times.

My last bit of advice, which I received from my undergraduate advisor: don't go into debt for art history! If a program isn't paying you and/or isn't paying you enough, then they're not worth your time. Know your worth and ask for what you deserve, never be afraid to negotiate funding.

Let me know if y'all have any other questions! This was a long one but I hope it was helpful.

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