#(scientist voice) let me watch him squirm

[buqbite]

(okay since tumblr decided to fucking delete my addition i'll try to summarize it again)

a big part of this is that I GREATLY prefer observing. if i think someone's hot i won't really care to touch them, but i WILL stare them down with a blank face and pick them apart in my mind. it's easy to tell i'm an artist ^^

as kai already pointed out, i evidently draw welt with not-at-all-veiled lust. and i think what stands out is the.. attention to detail? like, yeah, i had the leg garters squish his thigh anime-woman style for realism's sake. obviously.

[mias-blogs]

Head empty just- tying up nikola and using his dick as a toy 🙏🙏🙏PLEASEE

A/N: PREACH IT SISTA ‼️‼️

𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦 ♡

NSFW UNDER CUT!!

The scientist beneath you whimpers, his eyes filled with tears, his wrists cuffed to the headboard as you ride his thick cock, his tip hitting the right places as your hips move up and down his shaft, your tight hole sucking him in and squeezing his cock like it's trying to milk him dry, sobs of pleasure leaving his throat as he looks up at you, whining loudly about not being able to touch you, whining how your being too mean to him, “ P- plw— ahh! please! l-let me.. lemme touch.. plea’..” he's basically pouting at this point, begging you to let him touch your body, grope your breasts and hold your hips.

You can't help but smile at how much your teasing your cute little scientist, making him whine and pout, turning him into a crying and sobbing mess, his stuttering and slurred speech making him sound like he's getting drunk off of the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock, using him like he's your toy, “ You're so pretty.” you hum back at him, leaning forward to hold his face in your hands, planting kisses all over his face as he tries to squirm away, whining about how confusing you are, your riding his cock like a toy while kissing him like he's the most precious thing to exist.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other harshly as you ride him fill the room, you've been edging him for multiple rounds now, making him frustrated by all the teasing but being able to do nothing but whine and pout about it, the cuffs are starting to hurt his wrists but that's the last thing that's on his mind, thinking about all the times your pulled him out of his work for a moment to have a quickie, either overstimulating him or edging him, making him desperate for more each time, distracting him from his work, his cock twitching at the memories, quickly cumming inside of you without warning, filling you up to the brim with his cum, the thought of the punishment he might get not even crossing his mind.

You pause your hips for a moment, lifting them up as you watch his seed drip out of you slowly, drool dropping slowly from his lips as he looks up at the ceiling, the scientist underneath you is in complete bliss, “ Did I give you permission to do that?” you ask, your hand wrapping around his chin, your thumb on his lips, wiping off the drool dripping out gently. Nikola let's out a chocked out cry as he closes his eyes and shakes his head “ N- no.. I- I'm swo— sorr—ahh!” his words are interrupted as you slam your hips down on his cock, making him sob out from how sensitive he felt, struggling against the cuffs around his wrists.

He whines out, trying to free his wrists from the cuffs as his legs kick around desperately, his mind overwhelmed by the feeling of intense pleasure “ ‘M sensitive! plea— pleasesssss! ‘s too much!” the whiny voice comes out of his throat as he complains, “ Good toys don't whine.” you mutter grabbing his jaw as you lean down, still ruthlessly riding his cock that's begging for a break from your tight pussy walls, you feel him fill you up with another load of his cum, making him slightly shy away from your gaze, knowing that he didn't even ask for permission.

“ This doesn't stop until I'm satisfied with using your cock, okay sweetie?” you whisper to him, just letting him know that his whines and complains will get him nowhere.

[maltmealo]

Chapter 23: Miko went where?

"she's very... Aggressive."

"you made her."

“Let go of us!” A squeaky voice shouted. They felt the metal grip tighten and were immediately quieted, the boys looking to one another for help.

“Stop squirming, or I might decide to drop you two off the side of the Nemesis!” The seeker screeched, finally fed up with their constant whining and pleading for him to let them go. He scoffed and swiped the littler one out of the Decepticon’s hand, squeezing the mini-human and bringing him up to his face. “Or maybe I should give you to Knockout; he seems fully fascinated with human biology today.”

“Don’t hurt him!” Another voice piked up in an angry tone. You were squirming and kicking in his other servo, glaring up at him. He scoffed, letting go of the mini-human and allowing him to drop into the other Decepticon's hands (the poor mech barely had any time to react to catch him). He wailed as he hit the hard metal palm of the Decpeticon, his glasses falling off his face and to the ground.

“And what are you going to do about it? Kick and scream until your vocalizer breaks?” He taunts, reaching a clawed digit down and scraping it along your cheek. A thin line of blood appears as his claw cuts into your skin. He pulls away with a low chuckle, flicking the blood he had gotten on himself onto you.

“I-” He scoffed as you cut yourself off, watching as you fumbled to find the correct words to mitigate his violence: “They’re just kids! They don’t mean any harm!”

“Don’t they all?” He sneered, waving his servo at the two cons to dismiss them. “Bring the ‘kids’ to Knockout; I’m sure he’ll have fun playing with them.”

The two cons walked away, Raf and Jack panicking and calling out for you as you struggled against his grip. He smirked and carried you off around a corner, letting the children slowly disappear from your sight.

“I swear to any god you believe in if those kids have so much as a scratch-” You feel the sharp prick of his claw under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his optics. They narrow as he forces his claw to dig into your chin.

“I don’t think you should be threatening me, little one, especially if you wish for your friends to remain unharmed,” he said, releasing your chin and continuing to walk down the hallways. Your struggle had subsided now that the children were out of sight, or maybe it was because he was holding you too tightly for your chest to move. Who could tell?

His comms beeped suddenly, and he paused, reading the message sent to him.

Starscream, presence of human is needed immediately.

Of course, that no-faced slag would find out immediately that you were on board. All high and mighty just because he could be. He turned off his communications; there was no need to get harassed by that wannabe scientist anyway.

“Tell me, why exactly does Megatron want you so bad? You're not anything special,” he hissed, entering a dimly lit room.

As your eyes adjusted, you could see the heaving, bloodied form of agent Fowler hung up by chains. Your eyes widened, and you let out a stifled cry of his name���your voice cut off by the mech squeezing harder.

“Well now, Agent Fowler, I brought another friend.” He snaps, prodding at the limp man. He groans, lifting his head and meeting your gaze. There was a flash of fear before his face hardened, and he panted.

“Don't—don't hurt her, please,” he pleaded, watching as Starscream grabbed one of the hanging chains and tied it around your wrist. Fowler opened his mouth to ask Starcream what he was doing, but he dropped you before Fowler could get a word in. You let out a scream as you fell a couple of feet, the chain stopping abruptly and snapping even tighter against your wrist.

“Don’t worry your little head; Megatron needs her alive.” He chuckled darkly, walking around Agent Fowler as he watched you struggle and try to get the chains off your wrist. “But he didn’t say anything about being limbless.”

Before Starscream could even approach you to start his masterful attack, Fowler spoke again.

“Wait- wait! I’ll tell you where the base is located; just don’t hurt her; she’s a civilian!” He shouted, his lungs burning as he did. You looked at him in shock and shook your head, but Starscream simply batted you away with a hand, letting you swing like a pinata as he bent down to look at Fowler.

“Where.”

Fowler panted, his gaze going to yours, before he swallowed harshly and steeled himself.

“A secret military base,” he mumbles, looking down at the ground.

Starscream’s wings tilted up, a triumphant smile on his face as he stood to his full height. “Go on…”

“It’s in the old steel mill… or was it under the carnival house?” He muttered, looking down at the ground with a small smirk.

“You pathetic little-!” he grabbed the staff nearby, electricity crackling from the end as he went to strike Fowler with it.

A sudden crash stopped him from hitting Fowler, and he looked back at the two Decpeticons standing at the door. He pointed the staff at them, glaring intently.

“Go find out what that was!” he shouted, watching as the two scampered out. He turned back to Fowler, stopping your swinging body and wrapping his servo around your torso.

“Now, tell me what I want to know, or you’re going to watch as I snap her limbs off one by one.” You sent a look of fear to Fowler, panic welling up in your chest as you felt your arm strain against the chain.

“You’d kill her,” Fowler laughs, locking eyes (optics?) with Fowler. “And I doubt Megatron would appreciate you killing his asset.”

“Oh? And how is this ‘asset’ so special? She’s not strong, she's not fast, and she can't even put up a good argument as to why I shouldn’t kill the mini-humans.” He chuckled, pinching the joint in between your elbows and squeezing. His claws just barely dig into your skin, a tiny amount of blood peeking out of it.

“Because she’s our friend,” A blaster is pushed against Starscream’s helm from above, just as Bulkhead and Bumblebee bust in through the door with their blasters drawn.

Starscream let out a hiss as he whirled around and slammed Arcee to the side, glaring at the two other bots. With a last look back at the two of you, he transformed into his alt mode and flew off, knocking Bumblebee and Bulkhead to their feet in the process.

“Are you okay?” Bulkhead asked as he got back up and rushed over to you. Bumblebee came over to Arcee and helped her up before gingerly undoing the chains on his arms.

“I'm okay; he didn't hurt me too much.” You cringe as you drop into his palm, letting out a soft breath as you rub your arm. Bulkhead gently tilted your face up with a digit, inspecting the cut on your face and chin. “Help Fowler; he’s the one who’s been tortured.”

“You’re still hurt, though,” he frowned, letting go of your face and plopping you down on his shoulder. You shake your head and wipe away the blood, looking around the torture dungeon for the two kids you came with.

“They took Raf and Jack! We need to find them!” You say, your face contorting into worry as you try to direct the ‘bots attention to the missing children.

“Don’t worry, they’re out in the hallway,” Arcee says as she gets to her feet, shaking off the hit and exventing.

Bee buzzes, shaking his head, as he stands out in the hallway. They weren’t there anymore. The thought of the three kids made your heart lurch; they could be in danger without some protection! The entire Decepticon fleet was with Miko on the loose.

“Scrap, why don’t they ever listen?” Arcee hisses as she makes her way out into the hallway with her blaster drawn. Bulkhead set you down on the ground, ensuring you were balanced before he transformed his weapon.

Just as he moved to the front of the group, you spot three little forms running down the middle like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off behind you. You soon spotted why, as a Decepticon stepped out of the room they were in and pointed a blaster at the three of them.

You ran towards them as fast as your legs could carry you and somehow managed to meet the three halfway. Your presence stuns the silent 'con, and he hesitates for just a moment. It was long enough for Bulkhead to be able to turn around and take the brunt of the blast from the con.

He rushes forward like he didn't just get shot (and was continuing to get shot at) and slams right into the Deception. You ushered the kids behind the two others that rushed forward, keeping them close by as you looked them over.

“Are you guys alright? Nobodies hurt?” You ask, and they nod. Jack wiped some of the dust off his face and pulled the shaking Rafael to his side.

"Yeah, we’re good. Where’s Fowler?” He asked with a worried look on his face.

“Is he….” Miko trails off and makes a kerch, drawing a line over her neck.

“No, he’s fine,” You confirm, and Jack lets out a relieved sigh. Just as Raf was about to speak up, Bumblebee swoops in (or rather, screeches in) and puts you all in his cab. You were put in the backseat with Raf and Fowler, while the two teens were put in the front seat.

“The kids are here?!” Fowler sputters out in disbelief, peering out from his now swollen face at the three kids.

“Yeah, and we just saved your butt!” Miko cheers from the front seat as the ground bridge in front of you opens up, and you speed through it with the other bots. You put an arm over Raf’s chest as you screech to a halt in the base. You let out a heavy breath as you stared at the seat in front of you. What an exhilarating day!

Bee opens his doors, and you help Fowler out, letting him use you as a crutch as the kids hop out as well. He lets out a little groan as he tries to take a step, his knees faltering as he falls, and he almost takes you down with him. Luckily, Miko came to your aid, helping you from the opposite side as Bulkhead lifted you up from the catwalk.

“Is he going to be okay?” Raf asked as he ran up to you. You carefully set him down on the provided stretcher from Bee, covering the bruised and battered man with a blanket.

“Yeah, don’t worry, he’s tough,” you assure, the words sounding unsure even to your ears as you gesture for the kids to sit down. They all sit down against the wall, all muttering words of comfort to one another.

“Are you…?” A weak voice spoke up from beside you. You turn to see Agent Fowler reaching his hand out around your wrist, staring at you with a worried look.

“I’m okay, Agent Fowler; you just rest.” You patted his hand, offering him a smile. His swollen lips pressed together in a thin line as his gaze slowly dragged away from you and towards the gaggle of children.

You followed his gaze and wordlessly squeezed his hand. He finally let out a sigh and closed his eyes, passing out. You didn’t know if it was from pain or brain damage or maybe just his body giving out from the injuries, but you hoped it was none of the above. You released his hand and walked over to the kids, sitting beside Miko and letting her lean on your shoulder.

“Okay?” Bee’s voice chirps into your mind. He was suddenly kneeling in front of you, or maybe you had spaced out and not noticed the giant yellow splotch in your vision.

“We’re okay, Bee,” Raf answers for you. Shoving his glasses up his nose and sniffling lightly, he says, “We’re just a little banged up.”

“Very good,” Bee nodded before he delicately set down a first-aid kit at your feet. He had pulled it out of the wall, dubbing now a good time for you all to rest instead of walking. “You need?”

You nod and take the kit, popping it open and looking at the kids. “Anyone hurt?”

You begin to tend to the injuries the kids have as Bumblebee watches you, the side of his face set on the catwalk. Jack had scratches on his hand that needed disinfecting, and Raf had torn up his knee along the way. Miko was somehow unharmed, despite the one literally running into the danger.

“Optimus and Ratchet need a groundbridge,” Arcee states, pushing the lever that opened the groundbridge forward. You gasped when you saw the battered forms of the mechanic and the leader stumble into the base, signaling for Arcee to cut the groundbridge.

Ratchet’s arm had been crushed by what it looked like: blue blood bubbling from several cut tubes and what looked like a bite mark. Optimus was not much better; there were scratch marks in his paint and a piece of his armor torn off at the hip.

What the hell happened?

“What happened?” You voiced your disbelief less incredulously.

Optimus stares down at you tiredly, shaking his helm and helping Ratchet sit down.

“Megatron… he has weaponized dark energon to make an army,” Optimus rumbled as he leaned against the catwalk. You stand up, handing the first aid kit to Jack, who continued to help Raf with his scratches. You walked (Ran) over to where Ratchet was sitting, peering out where he was attempting to tighten a brace on his arm.

“Can I help?” You ask. Ratchet jumps, narrowing his optics, when he notices that you had snuck up behind him. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his arm.

“No, you’ll cut yourself on me,” he answered, tightening the last screw with a small grunt, “and you getting tetanus is the last thing anyone here needs.”

“You’re not rusty, so I'll be fine.” You say, already beginning to climb onto his shoulder and down his arm to land on his leg. He stares down at you in surprise before he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“You can tape up my energon veins if you’re so determined; it’ll at least give you some experience,” he grumbled and pushed down a little piece of electrical tape he conveniently had in his subspace. You smile and tear off a piece of tape, delicately balancing yourself on the brace and taping the exposed tubes with Ratchet’s guidance.

“Why are you so—no, no, tape at least a couple of inches up so that it doesn't spray—why are you so dusty?” He asked, his optical ridges furrowing together as his good arm reached over to brush some rubble out of your hair.

“Oh um…” You glance at Bulkhead before turning back to his arm. “Miko kind of ran into the spacebridge after Bulkhead.” You say it and tense up. After a second of stunned silence, you could hear Miko whisper ‘snitch’ before Ratchet’s booming voice almost knocked you over.

“Miko went where?!”

[motherhaella]

What A Sight

Recom! Miles Quaritch x Recom! Female reader

Summary: The scientists said that Na'vi people get 'heat cycles' when they're in mating season. Now that Y/N is an Avatar, she becomes more sensitive than before. When she was pleasuring herself, Miles heard her and decided to check up on her.

TW: grammar error, minors DNI, 18+, dom! Quaritch, swearing, smut, fingering, masturbating, thigh riding, p in v, rough s3x, daddy kink, breeding kink, choking, milking.

Disc: this is my first time writing smut, I hope you like it

Y/N's POV

I can feel the rush of adrenaline inside of me. My heart is beating so fast, I'm very tense right now and I need to get out of this room. The team and I, along with the Colonel are currently having a meeting with the general. We are discussing a plan on how to find Jake Sully and his family. But right now, all I can think of is that I need to go to my quarters so I can be done with all of this shit. I can't help but squeeze my thighs together, waiting for the meeting to be over.

Author's POV

Miles was standing behind you, leaning against the wall while listening to what the general was saying. He couldn't help but noticed your discomfort, he approached you from behind and he lowered his head down right next to your ear, "The hell is goin' on with ya ?" He whispered.

You can't help but got more aroused because of his damn raspy voice, and his hot breath hitting your cheek. "It's nothing sir, I'm fine." you replied with an annoyed tone.

He let out a "tskk," laid his hand on your lower back- a little too low, "You better stop jumpin' on your seat like an anxious, needy animal, lieutenant." his face is so close to the side of your face, if you turned your head your nose would definitely touch his.

You didn't answer him this time, and decided to sit still. He moved to take a seat beside you and he put his hand on your thigh, "Yeah there's somethin' going on with you, doll... but you're not so good at sharing things, ain't ya ?" He chuckled lightly. You swat his hand away, lightly hissed at him. His veined hand on your thigh only worsened the situation you're in. Quaritch is not always this touchy with other people. But with you, oh does he love to tease & taunt you. Sometimes he'd snake his hand around your waist or when you're trying to shoot at something he will stood very close behind you, or even press himself against your back. "Eyes on the price, cupcake." He'd whisper to your ear with his raspy voice. But it's just a friendly remark, right?

You felt the pool between your legs, your arousal getting stronger every second and now you can only hope that he can't smell you.

Oh he knows what he's doing earlier. He wouldn't admit it to himself but he got a thing for you. You're one of the best soldier, very skilled at combat. Also, the way your hips and tail swayed when you walk, you wouldn't notice this but he always stares at you. You always wear a tight tank top and shorts because it is hot here in Pandora, and he loves your curves. He knew that it was wrong to think of you as more than co-workers. But he can't help it.

"All right, that's it for today. Colonel, I hope your team will be ready for the journey." Said the General. The meeting has ended. Quaritch nodded at her, you quickly stood after the General exited the room, and you headed towards your room.

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Miles was watching from behind, He knew what was happening. you fidgeting on your seat, sweating, your skin hot when he laid his hand on your thigh. It's mating season and not just her, but he, too, is in a super sensitive state. He can smell your sweet scent just from standing behind you. Watching you squirm when he gripped your thigh turned him on, he imagined the things he wanted to do to you. He's better than you at hiding his state, of course. 'Oh, just from the smell I can tell that it tastes & feels good,' He smirked at the thought.

After everyone went back to their rooms, he stayed outside a little longer, thinking about you. Specifically at what are you doing at the moment. It's getting late and he decided to get some sleep, when he walked passed your room all of the sudden he heard a strange noise coming from inside.

Miles' POV

"nngghh~ ahh... fuck..."

I heard it. And I know what she's doing. Shit, hearing her moan like that made me hard. I can't help but imagine how she moans my name. 'It's inappropriate, she's your co-worker.' My mind said. But it didn't stopped me from pressing my ear to her door. She was a moaning mess, and I can tell that she's about to cum. I really want to go inside and help her. Fuck, she's so hot I need to be inside her so badly. When I was pressing my ear against her door, it opened a little. 'Fuck, she didn't lock it,'. And right there on her bed, I can see her. Pants off, Legs spread. She's fingering herself with two fingers, while rubbing her clit with her other hand. She bucked her hips to the air while closing her eyes. 'What a sight.' I thought. I can feel my cock getting really hard. I was about to leave then I heard her unexpectedly moans, "Oh, daddy... oh, Miles~~ fuuckk, need ya so bad..."

Author's POV

He heard you. You whining his name while you cum. That's his last straw. He can't hold it anymore, he needed to fuck you. That is the most important thing on his mind right now. He's drenched in sweats, his muscles tense. He closed the door quietly, and waited a minute to knock harshly to it. After you put a pants on you opened the door, still breathing heavily. You're shocked when you saw him standing right in front of you, scared that he might heard you from earlier.

Y/N's POV

"Colonel Quaritch. wha- can I help you ?" I said with a stern tone, hiding my grogginess, my eyes not meeting his. I'm scared, feared that he heard me earlier. And fuck, I forgot to lock my door. It will be very awkward for us both if he saw or heard all that.

He didn't say anything but kept his eyes on me. He took a few steps towards me, made me back away and he shut the door, locking it. Then, it happened in a blink of an eye. He slammed my back against the wall, his hands gripping both my wrists above my head. His sudden movement caught me off guard, what the hell is he doing?

"Fucking let go of me!" I snapped at him, but he didn't budge. "What the hell is wro-" I was trying to talk him out of whatever he wanted to do to me but he cutt me off, "Shut your fucking mouth. I heard ya alright, and next time you should make sure that the door is locked and completely shut so no one can see you, Lieutenant." He spat at me.

I cursed myself, embarrassed that he heard AND saw me. I am too weak and overwhelmed to fight him back. His grip is very strong. The room became so hot, I can feel the tension in the air. Both of us like to playfully flirt and touch with one another, but right now it felt different. His scent is strong, his eyes wild and full of hunger. I have never seen him like this before, like an animal. "I didn't know that you're so desperate for me.. so.. needy. what, you want me to touch you? hmm.." His face is only a few inches away from mine now. I whined, I can feel myself getting wet again because of him. Of his presence in front of me. I shut my legs together but he forced it open with his knee. "Oh, don't act all shy now Sweetheart... not while a moment ago you were moaning my name while you touched yourself," he said with a seductive tone, with a menacing smile on his face.

Author's POV

At this point you're sitting on his thigh, your sensitive core rubs against his thigh. He can feel how wet you are, and that made him harder than before. You can feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. "Ride, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum just from riding my thigh." You obeyed him, You start to move your hips, grinding on his thigh, your clit brushed the fabric of his pants. You started to move faster, chasing your release. At a time like this, you don't have any self-respect for yourself.

Watching you ride his thigh made his cock twitched, His desire to fuck you is stronger than ever. He never thought that this could happen. And boy, he's very happy that he gets to do this in his new life.

He leaned his face to your ear, he darkly chuckled, "that's it.. just like that... Scream my name when you cum, baby." He then started to suck your neck, that made you moan loudly, and trails kisses down to your collarbone. He doesn't like the fact that you're still wearing your top. He ripped the top that you were wearing and tossed it to the side.

He groaned at the sight, your chest going up and down, your nipples hard. He leaned down and sucked your left nipple sloppily while one of his hand left your wrist and started to toy with your right boob, massaging it.

"So pretty.. so delicious, all just for me.." he hummed. "Nggh... I'm so close.. Oh god.." you move your hips faster, desperate to cum. You can feel the wetness trailing down your thighs. "Miles.. I- I'm gonna- oh Miles! Ahh~~" you cum undone beneath him, you feel your legs trembling and your knees weak. You moaned so loud that he had to silence you by pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, but it felt really good.

You're still overwhelmed and breath not steady, but he couldn't wait any longer. He let go of your wrist then picked you up and laid your back to the bed. He removed his top then hurriedly unbuckled his belt, taking off his pants. He's completely naked now. You can see all of his muscles flexing. You can't help but to stare at his toned abs, his v-line, his slim waist... 'how can someone have such slutty looking waist?' You thought to yourself.

And his cock. It is so big you doubt that it would fit. His dick is long and hard, you can see the pre-cum on the pink tip. He noticed that you're looking and the worried look on your face, "don't worry sweetheart.. I'm sure you can take it," He climbed to the bed and hovering on top of you, "and if you can't, you still have to."

He teased your entrance with his finger, playing with your fold, feeling the wetness that he caused. You can't help but wrapped your tail around his arm, to feel him close. He can feel how you squirmed at his touch, "Enough with the teasing, daddy please..." you whined, arching your back lightly. He likes the fact that he's the one in control, likes to see you begged for him.

He slips his two long fingers into your wet cunt, making you gasp at the feeling. "Shh.. you gotta keep it quiet, honey. We don't want anyone to be suspicious, right?" He then thrusts into you in a fast pace, stretching your pussy. Since you have to be quiet, you can only gripped his bicep tightly and shut your eyes. Then you feel it again, the tightness in your stomach. Quaritch knows just by the way your walls clenched on his fingers, he stopped fingering you when you were about to cum. You whined and opened your eyes, looking at him with pleading eyes while he only smirked.

Frustrated, you tried to touch yourself but he tugged your tail and his other hand wrapped around your neck. "Daddy didn't say that you could touch yourself, baby. You can cum when I allow you to. If you wanna cum you'll have to be a good girl for daddy, yeah?"

You pouted and nodd, looking at him with glossy eyes. His patience is wearing thin, he moved his hand from your tail to rubb your ass and slapped it. "Use. Your. Words." He said each word by landing a smack on your ass. "Yes! Nghh... pleasee~~" you whimpered, unable to contain yourself. "You should address me properly and be specific, Princess." He landed another slap on your now red ass.

"Pleasee sir.. I need you to fuck me and make me cum... I want you to cum inside me, Miles!" You sobbed, and by the expression of his face, he seemed to be satisfied. He lined his thick, throbbing cock to your pussy, slowly entering. Both of you moaned at the feeling, you felt his tail wrapping around your thigh.

He's only halfway in your thight cunt when you whined again, "I- it's so big, daddy~~" you were trying to push him away when he gripped your waist and shoved all of him into you. You moaned, feeling the pain and the pleasure at the same time.

"Shit.. you're so tight, baby girl" he closed his eyes, feeling you in. He didn't let you adjust, he started fucking you in a fast pace, his hand still choking you and the other holding your leg to the side of his waist. It's mating season and his heat overcame his patience, he just wants to fuck you without mercy and breed you.

His breathing becomes heavy, ears going down and eyes rolling because of the pleasure, "Ohh fuuckk... you're mine now, baby. Shit- I'm lying to myself if I said that I haven't thought about fucking you, nghh~~ gonna breed ya good, babygirl.." he fucks you harder, his hand leaving your neck and pulled your waist to him so he can go deeper. The pleasure is too much for you, he's too deep inside of you, you're overwhelmed and you can feel your cunt clenched around him, about to cum.

He pounded into you mercilessly, hovering on top of you while your hands roamed on his back leaving scratches. "That's it, baby... good girl... takin' me so well..." he mumbled praises to your ear, you can only answer with loud moans and whines, the pleasure is too much. His hand found your throbbing clit, circling it in a slow pace. Your moans become louder than ever, he kissed you to suppress your moans while still drilling into your tight cunt. He then started to give little bites on your neck and whisper dirty things to your ear.

"Daddy please," you pleaded, you can't hold it much longer, not when he fucks you roughly like this. "Aww, you wanna cum, baby? You wanna milk me?" He mocked you, his thrusts getting faster and rougher. "F-ffuckk, Miles... ahh~~ I.. wanna.. yeah~" you stumbled with your words. His finger rubs your clit and he breathed, "Do it, baby.. I want you to scream my name while you cum on my cock," he said.

"M-miles~~ ahh fuck.. you fuck me soo good.." You let out a high pitched moan while you cum beneath him. He didn't slow his pace and this overstimulated you. "Fuck, baby... almost there.. fuck, I can't get enough of ya," he let out a few grunts and moaned when he cum his load inside you, filling your pussy with his seed.

Now that you can think much clearer, you realised that just had sex with the Colonel, your leader. You couldn't meet his eyes, you looked anywhere but him. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" He asked, concern written all over his face. You finally looked at Miles, "No, of course not. It's just... I wonder if- if this is just a one time thing" You softly said to him. He laughed at this, moving to the side and pulled you to his chest, holding you in. "What, you think I'm gonna let ya go ? Y/N, I missed my opportunity in my past life to be with you, I ain't missing it this time." You smiled and gave him a passionate kiss, that night both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

[pastelwitchling]

Hello, I'm not sure if you've done this before, but would you be willing to write about how everyone else who worked on the Lockheart machine took awhile to be affected but Alex only took 2 days to be on a ledge? I feel like a lot of his mental illness was overlooked on the show. Thank you!

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              There were certain perks to being married, Michael was quickly discovering.

              Oh, he wasn’t just talking about the guaranteed sex whenever he wanted it, the way Alex let Michael touch him underneath the table whenever they went out for dinner, or Alex referring to him as “my husband, Michael,” whenever he introduced him to his old Air Force buddies. Though those were definitely perks, one of which Michael would be taking full advantage of tonight when he got Alex home and alone.

              But he meant the other perks. The “work” perks, as he liked to call them. The way he got to stroll into one of the most hidden-away, discreet, restricted organizations in the world with his hands in his pockets, uncaring and unperturbed at the fact that he was surrounded by the world’s most brilliant scientists, soldiers, and—for some—assassins.

              The way he got to take the elevator up to the highest level where barely anyone else got to go because his baby had clearance. Mostly, Michael loved being able to check in on Alex, and satisfy any lingering anxiety he still had after he’d come to Deep Sky for the first time to find the man he loved standing on a ledge, almost lost to him forever.

              As usual, something in Michael’s chest settled and the dread that had been squirming in the pit of his stomach dissipated to nothing as he pushed open Alex’s office door (because coming in without needing to knock was another husband perk) and found Alex studying some files at his desk with Eduardo beside him. Safe and sound.

              Without even looking up from his papers, Alex said, “Hey, baby.”

              Michael couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, and did what he’d been itching to do all day. Not caring that Eduardo was there, he slid a hand into Alex’s hair and pulled his head in, kissing his crown, then his forehead. He could never settle for just one with Alex.

              As if reading his thoughts, Alex scoffed, trying to hide his own smile, and failing to will away his blush.

              “All right,” he murmured, “I get it. I’ll just use the bathroom, then we can go.”

              “Hurry up,” Michael said against the shell of his ear, low enough that only Alex would hear. “I missed you too much today.”

              Alex lightly slapped his chest, but still pecked his lips when he stood. Michael grinned like an idiot as he watched Alex walk out, but it fell as soon as he turned to Eduardo and found him staring back, unamused.

              “Tell me,” he sighed, picking up the file Alex had just finished with, “are you capable of restraining yourself for two minutes? I do need my top agent beyond your own horny schedule.”

              Michael raised a brow, unapologetic. “Have you seen your top agent?”

              Eduardo merely narrowed his eyes, then resumed his work in filing away the documents. “How’s he doing at home? He tells me he’s fine, but a Manes man’s definition of fine isn’t the same as a normal human’s.”

              Michael tilted his head, brows pinched. “Why’re you askin’? Does he not seem okay?”

              “Fine,” Eduardo echoed, shrugging a shoulder. “But I confess, after the incident with the Lockhart Machine, I worry for him. If he wasn’t so indispensable, I’d give him a few months off. Maybe a year.”

              Michael shifted a little on the spot, trying to wipe away the horrifying memory that clung to him every time he even thought of Alex working in this place. He pressed his lips together in an attempt to calm himself down before he spoke, but the edge stuck in his voice, “Then I guess you should’ve been keeping a better eye out when you assigned the damn thing, huh?”

              Eduardo stopped what he was doing and met Michael’s eyes. Part of Michael argued that this was Alex’s boss, that he knew Michael was an alien, and that he should probably retreat. Still, he couldn’t deny that there was always going to be a resentful, louder part of him that blamed Eduardo and Deep Sky for where Alex had ended up that day.

              Maybe Ramos could sense that because he leaned back in his seat, and while Michael might’ve been expecting a retort or argument, he merely heaved a sigh. He looked like he blamed himself, too.

              “You’re right,” he said calmly. “We should’ve. Now you, me, and my nephew spend every minute he’s here sneaking glances at him to make sure he’s doing okay.”

              Michael’s anger ebbed at the sight of Eduardo’s guilt. He started shaking his head, to say that it was in the past and Alex was safe and that was all that mattered, but then Eduardo went on—

              “It’s strange though.”

              He paused. “Strange?”

              “All the others,” Eduardo shook his head, “it took them years to fall to the Lockhart Machine. Alex shattered in under two days.” He shrugged. “He lasted longer against its power than any of the others, long enough for us to get to him, but the others didn’t even feel its effects in the beginning.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a groan. “I always knew his father had beaten him down, but it must’ve taken an especially broken mind for the Lockhart Machine to penetrate that easily.” He patted Michael’s shoulder. “Good thing his heart’s always been stronger.”

              Eduardo said this like it was a comfort, like Michael was owed for this strength in Alex. But Michael couldn’t hear him. All he could think about was Alex’s mind, damaged and brittle because of . . . well, it could only have been because of—

              “It wasn’t you,” Eduardo simply as he let go, turning his back to Michael to gather the files.

              Michael blinked, still caught in the dredges of his thoughts. “Huh?”

              “You’re not the one who put him on that ledge,” he said, as easily as though he was talking about the weather. When he smiled over his shoulder, Michael was at a loss. “You’re the one that kept him from falling off of it.” His hands full, Eduardo nudged Michael’s arm with his elbow. “He knows that. Figured you should know it, too.”

              “Are you interrogating my husband again?” Alex asked as he came back in, pulling his jacket on.

              Eduardo didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t regret that instance, he disabled our security cameras and broke into our headquarters.”

              “I had a good reason for that.”

              “You were trying to get Alex a sandwich.”

              “I wasn’t sure he’d eaten.”

              “What do you think we do here, let him starve?”

              “My husband, my responsibility!”

              “Is it also your responsibility to try to have to sex with him in our offices?”

              “That was a storage closet!”

              “It was a high-tech lab, aren’t you supposed to be a genius?”

              “Enough!” Alex snapped, waving his arms to get their attention. “My god, like nephew like uncle.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and huffed. “Can we go now please?”

              “Please do,” Eduardo said, eyes narrowed at Michael. “Kyle did warn me . . .”

              “You Valentis,” Michael smiled sweetly, guiding Alex out of the room with an arm around his waist. He wouldn’t deny he was eager to get him out of there. “Always such a treat.”

              Michael had no idea he’d been silent on the way out until they were by his truck and Alex came around to the driver’s side, fixing his jacket collar. “You okay?”

              He hesitated, searching Alex’s face for any secret discomfort or unhappiness. He didn’t find it.

              “You’re the one that kept him from falling off of it.”

              He cupped Alex’s neck, his fingers buried in the hair at the nape, and he smiled softly. “Yeah, baby, I’m fine. Kiss me?”

              Alex raised a brow and smirked. “You know you never have to ask.” He leaned in and kissed Michael’s lips once, twice, and only pulled away laughing when Michael had started pushing him against the truck. “Not here, Michael!”

              Michael held onto his hips. He didn’t want to let him go just yet. Or ever. Smiling against Alex’s mouth, already eager to kiss him again, he whispered, “Why not? I can just disable the security cameras again.”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️

[intheticklecloset]

Dr. Stone Coffee Shots #51-60

A collection of the Dr. Stone Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories. Many are SenGen. This collection contains drabbles with manga spoilers! They are #58-59.

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51) Lee Senku, Ler Taiju

Taiju watched – fascinated but completely lost – as Senku plopped something into a beaker of some scientific liquid or another and waited with bated breath for any kind of reaction.

He didn’t have to wait long. The liquid began to bubble furiously like a can of soda that had been shaken before being opened, and both men stepped back as it spilled up and over the rim, dripping across the table and onto the ground below. After a few seconds everything was still again, and Taiju looked at his old friend.

Senku looked completely and utterly dumbfounded. It was the most hilarious thing Taiju had ever seen.

“Are you seriously laughing right now?” Senku asked, turning to face him, blinking back into his serious scientist mode.

“Your face!” Taiju cried, nearly doubling over. “You looked so funny! Weren’t expecting that reaction, huh, Senku?”

“It took me by surprise, sure.” The scientist couldn’t help but chuckle as well, shaking his head as he searched for something to clean up the mess he’d made. “You’re far too easily amused, you big oaf.”

“I haven’t seen that expression in over three thousand years. Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not.”

Taiju watched as his friend set to work cleaning up, the thought of offering to help the last thing on his mind as the gears in his brain began shifting in a different direction. “There’s something else I haven’t seen in three thousand years.”

“There’s plenty you haven’t seen in that ti-HIME!!” Senku dropped his rag and shot his arms down to his sides as he was lifted into the air, giggles spilling out of him uncontrollably. “T-Tahahahaiju?!”

“Haven’t tickled you in forever, Senku,” the brunette said with a grin in his voice, digging his fingers into the scientist’s weakest spot with ease. “Still sensitive, huh?”

“Gahahahaha! Stop thahahahahahat, you bihihihihig oaf! Lehehehet me go!” Senku kicked and squirmed, but against someone as strong as Taiju, he knew it was useless. “I gehehehehet enough of thihihihis from GEHEHEHEHEHEN!! GAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Taiju easily wrestled him down to the ground and pinned him there, tickling wildly, beaming at his friend’s huge smile and flushed cheeks. It reminded him of the first time he’d tickled Senku when they were kids. The man looked so carefree this way.

“Yeah, you and that mentalist guy seem to be pretty close, huh?” he teased.

“W-WHAHAHAHAHAT?! QUIHIHIHIHIT IT ALREADY!!”

Taiju winked playfully. “Is there something you feel like telling me?~”

“TAHAHAHAHAHAIJU…!!”

*

52) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

“Oi, mentalist,” Senku grumbled, jamming his elbow into his boyfriend’s stomach, “back up. I’m trying to work.”

Gen pouted, flopping right back into position behind the scientist, putting nearly all his weight on his back, chin propped on his shoulder. “But touch is my love language! And I’m tired, Senku-chan.”

Senku refused to acknowledge that he was blushing. He pushed back again. “The sun’s going down earlier every day, and I’ve got to get this done before it snows. Let me work.”

Gen let out a sad little whine, snuggling into his back even more. “Can’t I just sleep by you while you work?”

That blushing had turned into a furnace burning his cheeks. Senku had to clear his throat before speaking again. “You can sleep by me, yes, but not on me. You’re heavy.”

“Rude!”

“Not like that, you dork,” the scientist finally cracked a smile and glanced at him over his shoulder. “But you’ll hurt me if you put all your weight on me like that. You don’t want to hurt me, right?”

Gen kissed the back of his neck. A long, lingering kiss that made Senku’s heart explode into a million butterflies. “Never, Senku-chan.”

Senku shakily set down his pencil and murmured, “You’re not playing fair.”

“Who, me?~”

“Don’t make me retaliate, mentalist. I’ll do it.”

“Ooh, so scary~”

Senku took a breath, then whirled around and pushed Gen to the cool grass, fingers finding purchase in his sides and wiggling playfully.

Gen squealed and grabbed onto Senku’s sleeves, giggling and looking up at him with uncontained happiness.

“This is exactly what you wanted, wasn’t it, you insane little magician?” Senku snorted, but he couldn’t bring himself to be frustrated with his boyfriend smiling so hugely at him like that.

“Mahahahahaybe~”

“How are you still so cocky when you’re giggling like a little girl?”

“I am nohohohohohot!”

“Not what?”

“Gihihihihiggling like a gihihihihirl! I’m a full-grown mahahahahahahan!”

Senku actually stopped tickling briefly to laugh at that, the whole situation amusing him more than he realized. When he recovered, he took Gen’s hands in his and laced their fingers together, pinning them down as he kissed his lips softly. “Goofball.”

“Senku-chan,” Gen returned, flashing his best seductive smile. “Won’t you come to bed with me?”

“The sun hasn’t set yet. I’m quite literally burning daylight here.”

Gen quirked a teasing brow.

Senku blushed, then went back to tickling him again, enjoying the stream of bright, bubbly giggles he pulled from his partner. “Quit trying to distract me.”

“Nehehehehehehever!”

“Infuriating,” Senku growled playfully, digging a little harder and faster, heart swelling with every laugh he got from his mentalist. “You’re infuriating, Gen.”

He added to himself: But god, I love you for it.

*

53) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Is this your card?” Gen asked grandly, flashing a King of Hearts at Senku, who glanced up at him boredly before going back to his paper.

“Of course it is, just like the last five times you made me pick one.”

“Why, Senku, you don’t sound impressed with my magic skills,” the mentalist chuckled, finally putting his deck away. He propped his elbows on the table and leaned over his paper from the other side. “One might begin to think you don’t believe in magic.”

Senku gave him a longer, harder look. “Really, mentalist? I’m a man of science. Of course I don’t believe in the kind of ‘magic’ you indulge yourself in.”

“What kind of magic do you believe in, then?”

“The kind science and the natural order create.”

Gen rolled his eyes lovingly, sauntering around the table in a manner that Senku knew was supposed to be seductive, but he was too determined to finish this report to care. “Do you believe in the magic of love?”

Senku nearly gagged at the sentiment. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I believe in it.” Gen wrapped him up in a hug from behind, kissing his neck, making him shiver. “The magic of love is so strong, it can even turn a grumpy butt into the happiest man in the room!”

Senku spasmed in his seat, dropping his pen in a frantic attempt to use both hands to push Gen away, but his boyfriend was having none of it. “Mehehehentalist, no! Nohohohohoho! I’m wohohohorking!”

“Yes, and you’re not paying any attention to me,” Gen whined, gently curling his fingers into the scientist’s sides, drawing hysterical giggles from him that he thought were so cute his heart might explode. He kissed his neck again, enjoying the squeal Senku let out at the gesture.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Stohohohohohop it, mehehehehentalist! I’m serious – aieeeee!” Senku tried writhing away, but Gen held him tighter, suddenly more playfully aggressive than before. He trapped and tickled his stubborn boyfriend while kissing up and down his sensitive neck, nipping occasionally just to watch the love of his life blush a furious scarlet red. “GEHEHEHEHEN YOU INSAHAHANE MENTALIST, LEHEHEHEHET ME GO!!”

“Aw, are you a little ticklish, Senku~?” Gen teased, grinning wickedly, enjoying the spectacle of his partner falling to pieces at his touch. “Do you believe in the magic of love now?”

Senku pounded the table with his fist when Gen hit a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, making him screech helplessly. “FINE, YEHEHEHEHES, OKAY, I BELIEHEHEHEHEHEVE!! GEN, YOU MOHOHOHONSTER, LEHEHEHET ME—MMPH!!”

Gen did stop tickling, but he made up for it by kissing Senku so passionately the scientist was inspired to create a whole new constellation chart based on the stars he saw in this moment. When his boyfriend pulled away, both of them were a little lightheaded.

Senku swiveled in his seat so his back was against the counter and grabbed Gen by the waist, pulling him in closer. “Come here, you.”

Gen blushed and fanned himself playfully. “Oh, my, did I start something exciting?”

Senku flashed him a wicked smirk and buried his face in his stomach, blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage, grinning when Gen squealed with giggles and pushed at his shoulders, squirming in his hold.

“You always do, my dearest Gen.”

*

54) Lee Gen, Ler Senku

Senku had been looking for Gen for far too long.

Sometimes the mentalist would wander off during the day to recharge; doing a lot of physical labor wasn’t his thing, so when he needed a break for real he’d disappear for an hour or so and come back ready to keep going. But it had been over four hours since anyone had seen him, and the scientist was beginning to worry.

“Well, if I’m going into the woods to look for him, I’m going to take a bag with me,” Senku murmured to himself as he stepped into his workshop. “Never know what I might find useful…”

He paused. He stared.

It was Gen. Lying in his workshop. Not. Moving.

“Mentalist?” he asked hesitantly, taking another few steps forward. Then he felt his heart stutter to a brief stop when he saw a smear of red in his hair trailing down his cheek. He flew to his side. “Gen!”

Just as he was leaning in to inspect the ‘wound,’ Gen whirled around to face him and cried, “Trick or treat!”

“GAH!!” Senku yelped, falling back, clutching his chest.

Gen giggled and propped himself up on his elbows. “Got you good, didn’t I, Senku-chan? Don’t worry.” He swiped some of the red from his cheek and licked it off his finger. “It’s just raspberries.”

Senku took a moment to recover himself, both relieved and angry. “You scared me to death, Gen! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, my love,” the older man replied sweetly, tilting his chin up in a beckoning kind of way. “Why don’t you come over here and let me make it up to you?~”

“Raspberries…” Senku murmured. “You like raspberries, do you?”

“Um…yeah, I guess so,” Gen replied, clearly confused. “It was mostly just for the prank—AH!!”

Senku flew towards him, pinning him down before he could get up any further, grasping his wrists and blowing a raspberry into his belly.

“AIEE!! Nohohohohoho! Dohohohon’t – why ahahahare you?! – SEHEHEHEHENKU!!” Gen squealed, surprised laughter bubbling out of him as he struggled against his lover uselessly. “Ahahahaha plehehehehease!”

“Those raspberries seem to have made a mess,” Senku growled in that special way that always made Gen’s heart beat a million times faster. He watched as the scientist straddled his waist, pinning his arms down with his knees this time, leaning in so his face was inches away. “Let me help you clean up, my love.”

“Ah! N-No! Gahahahahaha! Nohohohohot the ears! Plehehehehease, Senku-chahahahan!” Gen squealed, giggles turning completely hysterical as Senku began playfully nipping and licking at his ear to clear away the raspberry residue. “I’m sohohohohorry for scahahaharing you! I swear! Plehehehease!”

“Sorry isn’t enough,” Senku replied, biting him gently when he was done, making Gen gasp in surprise. He then moved to his neck and continued the tickly, licking kisses, and the mentalist tipped his head back and exploded into high-pitched giggles once more. “I’m going to make sure you never do it again~”

*

55) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

Senku was in the midst of explaining how to do something to Chrome, Tsukasa, and Ryusui when arms wrapped around him from behind and someone’s chin rested on his shoulder. Used to Gen’s antics by this point in their relationship, the scientist paused just long enough to turn his head and kiss his partner’s cheek before continuing on, undeterred.

Gen understood the silent message – not now, this is important – and hummed, snuggling closer, content to just hold his beloved and be still for the moment.

After a few minutes the others got the gist of what needed to be done and dispersed to do it, and Senku reached back to run his fingers through Gen’s hair. “What do you need?”

“Wanna kiss you,” Gen murmured, pressing his lips to the other man’s neck softly.

Senku tensed, then let out a resigned breath. “Very well. But only because we’re alone.”

Gen knew what he meant. Senku didn’t mind normal kissing in public as much as he did the secret, tickly kind that the mentalist was dying to do. Grinning, he brushed his lips over his neck again, then again, then again. The pace was slow, steady, and tender, but Senku fidgeted and giggled all the same, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks to his ears – a clear sign he loved what was happening but was too proud to admit it.

It didn’t matter. Gen knew him too well by now.

When the mentalist began tracing the shell of one ear in tandem with his kisses, Senku finally began to squirm in earnest.

“Nohohohohot both,” he begged, flattening a palm against his mouth to muffle his snickers. “Gehehehehehen!”

“Straight to my name, eh? No ‘mentalist’ this time?” Gen teased, twirling him around so they were face-to-face, peppering kisses along his partner’s cheeks, jaw, throat, lips.

Senku squeaked and giggled and tried pushing lightly at Gen’s chest, but there was no force behind it and they both knew it.

Then Gen noticed Kohaku coming up the hill toward them, and he reluctantly relented, finishing off his assault with one final, lingering kiss. “We’ll continue this later, my love.”

Senku noticed her too, and he nodded, clearly torn between his love for science and his love for the mentalist. He gave Gen a smoldering smile and murmured, “I look forward to it.”

*

56) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“When no one knows where Senku is, I can always find him looking at the moon~”

Senku glanced behind him and smiled as Gen approached his secret getaway spot – a spot the scientist had only shared with his mentalist. The only other person he could trust not to ruin his quality time away from the village.

Gen settled himself beside his partner and nudged him playfully. “Weren’t you out here a couple of nights ago for the full moon?”

“I was,” Senku conceded, looking back up at the white orb in the sky that was waning now – sitting at three quarters full.

“Tired of all the commotion with building the ship?”

Senku was quiet for a long moment, but he shook his head slightly. “I just really love the moon.”

Gen’s heart swelled. His scientist worked so hard, leading their growing number of friends on this great journey to restore humanity. He deserved time off, sure, but more than that, he deserved to bask in the simple joy of something he loved so much. Something, Gen knew, that had been Senku’s life dream from a very young age.

I’m going to the moon!

Gen wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in close, brushing his lips along his earlobe. “You’re adorable.”

On a darker night, the mentalist might have missed the blush that coated his partner’s cheeks, but with the moon this bright, there was no chance of escaping his notice.

Senku shivered, lips quirking upward when Gen continued to place chaste kisses along his ear and the point where it met his neck. “Mentalist.”

“Not rough,” Gen promised, kissing again. “Just gentle ones. Just a few.”

“Fine.” Senku smiled and shuddered and squirmed the tiniest bit as his partner showered him with affectionate kisses along his sensitive spots, but true to his word, he didn’t do anything more than that, for which the scientist was grateful. Much as he loved messing around, some days he just didn’t want anything more than gentle teasing.

Gen’s kisses finally descended to the point where his neck met his shoulder, and Senku tipped his head back with a contented sigh that – any other night – he’d have held in as best he could. But here, now, under the beautiful glow of the moon with his love beside him, he couldn’t hide how happy he was.

“Good?” Gen asked in a near whisper, kissing him there again.

Senku hummed his confirmation and leaned back in invitation. “Good.”

*

57) Lee Ukyo, Ler Chrome

In the old world, Ukyo had seen images and commercials of people running through wheat fields. They were always so happy. They looked so alive, like they had their whole futures ahead of them, and they were just loving life.

It never occurred to him that they might be smiling because wheat tickled.

“Nohohohohoho!” he whined, squirming helplessly on the ground beneath Chrome, who had him straddled and was tickling his ears with a piece of wheat. Why wouldn’t it just fall apart already?! They were so delicate!

Chrome beamed at him. “You’re crazy ticklish, Ukyo! You’re easily the most ticklish person I’ve ever known.”

“You sahahahahay that all the tihihihihihime!”

“Because it’s true all the time!”

“Plehehehehehease – eeeek!” Ukyo tried and failed to scrunch up his shoulders; it was impossible when Chrome was sitting on his arms, pinning his hands to his sides. “Please stahahahahap, this is tohohohohohorture!”

Oh, that wicked gleam in the younger man’s eyes definitely meant bad news.

“Torture, huh?”

“Nohohohohohoho!”

“In that case, what if I made a demand? If I torture you enough, will you give in?”

Ukyo’s heart rate spiked. He knew Chrome was just being playful and he’d stop if he really needed to, but…

“Whahahahahat demahahahahand? We’re suppohohohohosed to be wohohohohorking!”

Chrome grinned, trailing the wheat strand along his neck now. “What if I demanded that you help me pull a prank on Gen?”

“B-Buhuhuhuhut Gen wohohohohould retahahahahaliate – eheheheheheeeeek!”

“I’ll retaliate first if you don’t agree to help me~” Chrome cooed, deciding now was a good time to add his fingers to the mix, vibrating into Ukyo’s upper ribs. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Just a little, harmless prank for Halloween~”

Ukyo shrieked with laughter at the added tickling, digging his heels into the ground as he cackled, “OKAHAHAHAY, FIHIHIHIHINE!! I’LL HEHEHEHEHELP YOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, CHROME!!”

Yes, Gen would retaliate if they played a prank on him. He might even tickle them both for revenge, since he’d taken to doing that to everyone more and more upon learning how ticklish Senku was. But if it meant getting back to the harvest and out of this wheat field sooner, then so be it.

He’d just try to prepare himself in the meantime.

*

58) Lee Sai, Ler Gen

It had been thousands of years since Sai watched the leaves change colors.

He stood looking out over the postmodern world, taking in the reds and oranges and yellows and browns of the autumn season in India, reveling in the peaceful silence of it all.

“Saiiiii!”

And the silence was over.

Sai sighed and turned around, not surprised to see Gen trudging up the hill to join him, beaming from ear to ear.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” the mentalist said, glancing out at the view Sai had just been taking in. “Ooh, it’s beautiful up here. I see why you come here.”

“What do you want?” Sai asked, trying not to sound impatient. He knew it wasn’t this poor man’s fault that his brother was being so insistent about joining them on their voyage around the world, but it was no less irritating that he kept sending others to try and recruit him on his behalf.

Gen tilted his head innocently. “Why, to make sure you’re all right, of course.”

Sai blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been missing for a while, and we were beginning to worry. I know dear Ryusui can be a bit…much,” the mentalist hedged, “but his intentions are pure, I promise.”

“Don’t bring my brother into this. I’ve had enough of his meddling already.”

Sai turned his back on him and took a few steps in the opposite direction, trying to indicate without words that he didn’t want company.

Gen was, of course, undeterred. “It’s probably been a while since you’ve seen the leaves changing colors.”

“Yeah,” Sai admitted. “It’s beautiful here.”

The mentalist sidled up to him and playfully poked his side. “Is that why you chose to run away here? Because of the pretty colors? Oh?” He poked him again, grinning when he got a wobbly smile for his effort. “Someone’s sensitive.”

“Shush,” Sai muttered, then let out a high-pitched giggle and jerked away when Gen tried digging into his side. “Hehehey!”

“Are your sides your worst spot? That would mean you’re like Senku~”

Sai found his opportunity and leapt on it. “Are you and that guy together? It’s cool if you are – you’re just pretty obvihihihious! Hehehehehey!”

“Why, Sai, since when are you interested in my love life?” Gen teased, grasping his ribs and tickling gently. “I’m flattered that you noticed! Senku is quite handsome, isn’t he?”

“N-No cohohohohomment! Wohohohohould you stohohohohop?!” Sai giggled, unable to help himself. “Whahahahat the hehehehehell? Is thihihihihis how you convihihihihince peheheheheople to join your cahahahahause?!”

Gen giggled himself, keeping up masterfully with Sai’s squirming. “No, but if it makes you happy, I’m not opposed to continuing~”

Sai sputtered and protested, though he was surprised to find himself in much better spirits all of a sudden. “Nohohohohoho!”

“No?” Gen stopped, deciding it was enough for now, and winked playfully. “Well, since you’re so interested in our romantic lives, what if I told you Ryusui has been showing an interest in a certain someone lately?”

Sai’s brother had a crush? “Who?” he asked, unable to help his interest. And just like that, he fell into the mentalist’s trap.

He was on their ship and joining their voyage within the week.

*

59) Lee Xeno, Ler Stanley

“I’m happy to play the villain,” Xeno murmured, gazing out the window somberly, hands in his pockets. “It must be done.”

Stanley didn’t say a word at first. He merely puffed out a long plume of cigarette smoke, standing quietly by his partner’s side. A long beat of silence passed.

Then he struck.

“Ah! Ahahahaha, whahahat – Stan—!” Xeno yelped, wrestling his hands out of his pockets to grab onto the sniper’s wrists, trying to pry him away from his hips and what he assumed – correctly – was the beginning of a tickle attack. To his surprise, however, Stan used that sudden leverage to heft him up off the floor and carry him the short walk to his makeshift bed, plopping him down onto it before promptly digging his fingers into the insides of the scientist’s thighs.

Xeno absolutely screamed. “GAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STAHAHAHAHAN, CUHUHUHUHUT IT OUT!!”

“Are you happy?” Stan finally asked in his quiet, serious tone, the hint of a playful smirk tugging at his lips. Somehow he’d managed to keep his cigarette in his mouth the whole time and now used one hand to hold it between his fingers and blow out more smoke, the other still digging relentlessly into Xeno’s hyper-ticklish spot.

Xeno barely processed the words for how hard he was laughing all of a sudden, but he managed to latch onto them eventually and cried, “YEHEHEHEHES, YES!! I AM!! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR I’M OKAHAHAHAHAY, STAN!!”

Stan clamped the stick between his teeth and went back to using both hands to tickle. “Are you?”

“GOHOHOHOHOD, YEHEHEHEHEHES!! I SWEAR!! STAHAHAHAHAN, PLEHEHEASE STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE!! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW I CAHAHAHAN’T—!!”

Just as suddenly, Stan stopped his attack and leaned down so he was hovering just above Xeno’s wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“…can’t take it…” Xeno mumbled out the rest of his plea, heart hammering both from the spontaneous tickle attack and now the closeness of his longtime friend and partner. “I promise you I’m fine. This needs to be done, and I’m happy to do it. For the sake of the world.”

Stan pulled the cigarette from his mouth, snuffed it out, and tossed it onto the floor. He’d get it later. “And that Japanese kid you mentored back in the day? You’re not concerned about him?”

Xeno smiled up at him, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him closer, running one of his steel claws against Stan’s opposite cheek gently. “Why would I be, when I have you around?”

Stanley hummed his agreement, then closed the distance and kissed him.

…and then he went back to tickling Xeno, just because it was fun to catch him off-guard and hear him laugh freely.

*

60) Lee Senku, Ler Gen

“Come on, Senku, I wanna see!” Gen whined from the other side of their bedroom door, jiggling the locked handle uselessly. “It can’t be any worse than mine. We agreed to do this today, remember?”

“I am not coming out there looking like this. It’s demeaning,” came Senku’s blunt reply.

“But we’re not going out, so no one will see us. That was the whole point! And you know I don’t care what you’re wearing~”

“Mentalist.”

“Pleeeeease?” Gen really laid it on thick with the whining, but he truly did want to see what Senku’s ugly Christmas sweater of choice was.

There was a long moment of silence. Then the door unlocked, and a moment later it swung open in a rush, as though Senku wanted to just rip the Band-Aid off.

Gen took in his sweater and beamed. It had an obnoxiously large llama on it, but the thing that got him was the fact that it was holding two scientific-looking beakers with green and red liquid in it, and the llama itself was wearing a Santa hat. It was horrendous, in an adorable kind of way.

Senku finally pried his eyes open, took one look at Gen’s sweater, and cringed. “Ugh, that’s awful, mentalist! You ten billion percent win.”

Gen’s sweater was black, but it boasted red sleeves with candy cane striping and a Christmas tree in the middle with lights that actually blinked annoyingly and – at the quick press of a button sewn inside – played an awful tinny jingle to the tune of “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”

The mentalist giggled, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Senku. “Yeah, mine is pretty bad. Yours is just adorable, and so…you.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Gen beamed and kissed his neck, hugging him tighter when his boyfriend instinctively tried to wriggle away. “Thank you for showing me~”

“M-Mentalist,” Senku huffed out a giggle, then shrieked out a laugh and clamped his arms down when his sides were squeezed next. “Ehehehehehehe! Hehehehehey, whahahahahahat are you—?!”

“You’re so cute I just want to squeeze you,” Gen giggled into his ear, gradually pushing him back until Senku’s knees found the mattress of their shared bed and he was forced to sit and eventually get pushed down onto it, Gen’s hands slipping under his ugly Christmas sweater to tickle his bare skin.

Senku yelped and laughed, but didn’t try to fight him off. “Why ahahahahahare you tihihihihickling mehehehehe?!”

“Because I want to! And…” Gen kissed him. “Because I’m probably never going to get to tickle you in an ugly Christmas sweater ever again after this~”

[dantefreakdaaaa]

Hello, I saw that you are requesting some ideas to write about, how about Wesker and a fem reader, but the reader is a maid. Make it a smut please.

id wear a maid dress for wesker tbh

Sorta au it's just like Wesker is just a rich scientist not a fuckin psychopath but nothing is really changed for him personality wise

this is a oneshot !!!

Gn smut, NSFW down below

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You slowly creeped up the steps to Weskers office, you had been nervous all day because of him. This morning he asked you to come to his office in the evening and the previous few days he's been staring at you. You were starting to think you were fired. Even though those thoughts plagued your mind you pressed forwards, it would be stupid to make him mad at you lack of speed, further proving why he should fire you. Finally after what felt like hours you reached his door, carefully you knocked on it.

Tap-tap-tap

His voice echoed from behind the door, allowing you to step into his office, which felt more like a hell hole right now, and finally see him. A second passed and you pushed the large oak doors, creaking as they opened.

"Y-you wanted to see me Sir?" You walk closer to him, standing in front of his desk. He stop writing, looking up at you and sitting all the way up.

"Ah- yes, there has been something I've been wanting to speak to you about." He stands up from the desk and walks towards you, standing in front of you and towering over you.

"S-sir-?" You didn't even know what to say as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into his blue eyes.

"You've been such a good maid for me..." His voice drops to a low whisper as he lowers his head down, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I think I should reward you for all the hard work you've done." You choke on your breath and before you even have time to react he stands up and pulls off your clothes, leaving you bare in front of him.

"S-sir i-"

"You can just call me Wesker dear, though I don't mind sir." Your face turned pink as he teased you. He pushed you onto the table facing away from him, making a mess of his desk but he could honestly care less.

He finally had you in his grasp, after pining over you for so long and staring at you whenever he got the chance he finally had you. He was gonna take his sweet time with you tonight. Slowly he trails one hand between your legs, watching as you twitched and squirmed from the contact. His other hand pulls down his fly, along with his pants and boxers.

"Your doing so good for me, such an obedient servant." Slowly he removes his hand from between your legs and starts gripping your hip instead. His other hand guides his cock into you, slowly inching himself in.

"S-sir- pleaseee-" You feel so full of him, you weren't expecting something small but he was way bigger than you expected. But it felt so good how he stuffed you full.

"Hmm? Begging already? Pathetic, I'm just getting started my dear." You finally took him to the base, sinking all the way down on him. Only a few moments later he started thrusting into you, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace, unable to control himself any longer. "Your taking me so well, almost as if you were made for me-"

You can't even respond to him, too blissed out and out of breath to even speak. All you can do is moan and cry out his name as fucks you roughly.

This continues for what feels like forever despite being only a few minutes, you hear his groans and growls become animalistic, as if he's going off primal instinct. "Wesker- I'm gonna cum-! Please let me cum!" He chuckles and fucks you harder, spurred on by your words.

"I-im gonna- gonna cum too, be a good maid and cum for your master-" Just as those words leave his lips your tightening around him, to the point he can barely move. You boil over, letting your cum coat his cock, at the same time he shoots his fluids inside of you. Both of you are too fucked out to even think about the lack of protection. But he doesn't stop there, and he starts thrusting into you again, forcing mewls of pleasure out of you.

"Did you think we were done, love? This is far from over dear."

[bookwormscififan]

J'Adore

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A/N: @iamvegorott backed the MadMare fluff (though to be honest I would probably have written it anyway), so here's some fluff. Also I used to say "j'adore" to my Zoe a lot.

When I look at your face,

Do you know what I see?

Whiskey-gold eyes and freckled constellations,

Dazzling smile wrapped in angelic-pale skin.

They would call it adoration,

Making you an idol,

But to me,

You’re the light of my life.

--

Mare opened the bedroom door slowly, trying not to make a sound as he peeped into the room, soft smile on his face at the sight of Mad still sleeping in the bed, face tucked into Mare’s pillow.

“Dear heart,” Mare called softly, stepping inside and sitting at the end of the bed. “Time to get up. I made dinner.” He watched as Mad curled into a tighter ball, nose wrinkling before his eyes fluttered open, turning glazed eyes to Mare.

“How long was I asleep?”

“A few hours, darling,” Mare answered, reaching out to pat Mad’s thigh. “I know you said you were going to have a short nap, but you needed the sleep. Come on, let’s have some dinner.” Standing up, Mare paused when he didn’t hear Mad making any effort to get up, turning to see him curling back under the covers. “Mad, you need to eat. I promise, if you eat this dinner, then I’ll cuddle in the living room and watch space documentaries with you.”

Mad considered Mare’s offer for a moment before dragging himself out of bed, following the musician into the dining room and struggling to keep his tired face when he smelled his favourite pasta dish.

--

After dinner, Mad watched Mare clean the dishes as he leaned against the benchtop, head resting in his hand. He’d never admit it, but he did enjoy watching Mare clean; the movement of his muscle under his skin always made Mad’s heart flutter.

“Alright, documentary time,” Mare announced, drying off his hands before walking around the bench and scooping Mad into his arms. Mad yelped in surprise, but quickly wrapped his arms and legs around Mare’s torso, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck.

“I can walk,” he mumbled, squirming when Mare’s hand moved to support his ass.

“I know, but I also know you wouldn’t protest to being carried,” Mare chuckled, carrying Mad the short distance to the living room, pausing to hold him close and kiss his temple. “You know I adore you, right?”

Mad paused, face flushing, before he held Mare tighter. “I know,” he answered, nuzzling closer into Mare’s neck. “I just like hearing you say it.” He let out a happy sigh when he heard Mare laugh, pulling back slightly to look into his face.

“I adore you, starshine.” Mare said, voice low and filled with love and adoration. “You’re the light of my life, the reason I wake up and can write songs.” He smirked at Mad’s face going bright red, leaning forward to give him a brief kiss.

“Mare!” Mad squeaked, tucking his face back into Mare’s shoulder as the musician laughed.

“Do you still want to watch a documentary?” Mare asked, smirk widening when Mad shook his head, arms tight around his neck. “How about we cuddle in bed with your favourite blanket, then?” He kissed the side of Mad’s head when the scientist nodded, carrying him into the bedroom and helping him into his sleep clothes before holding him close and wrapping blankets around them.

--

 If anyone asked me to change you,

I’d turn them down flat.

The cleverness of you is unmatched,

I would never change that.

The things I love about you are many:

I love your warmth when you hold me,

The way your face lights up when I’m around,

Your tender heart and softer soul,

And the way you tell me you love me without making a sound.

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@brokentimewatch @dungeon-dragons-dragons @rattyboyisemo

[janis-1987]

This is probably gonna be the most self indulgent fanfic I’ve ever written. 

Based on these posts  X, X  by @bulkhummus

This is meant to take place after episode 227 but before the next episode. 

Tw: Violence

 Cecil coughs and spits out a tooth that had been knocked loose from the punch he had just endured from Dr. Jones. It was the last in a series of them from Dr. Lubelle’s team. 

 “Had enough?” Dr. Jones taunts, smirking down at Cecil, convinced that they had won. They had been going about this for a good 15 minutes now, and Cecil had just heard Lubelle take over his show, the man should be begging for mercy about now.

 Cecil can't help the smirk that appears on his face, “Please, my weekly re-education is worse than this.” He taunts his captor and current torturer. It was true after all, this was nothing. It hurt sure, but he had been through worse.   

 Dr. Jones sneers, getting in Cecil’s face, “We will break you Cecil. It is only a matter of time.” 

 Cecil scoffs, “I’d like to see you try.” 

 Dr. Jones glares at him, pulling his head up by his hair, Cecil groans slightly at the feeling but he refuses to say anything. “Is that a challenge?” 

 Cecil doesn't respond, not like he has the time to. Almost immediately after being asked, Dr. Jones lands another punch on his face, this time with brass knuckles, causing a gash in the side of Cecil’s face. Cecil yells out in pain but he will not crack so easily. 

  It takes hours of various torture methods before the scientists start to lose hope. They'd tased him, beat him practically senseless, water-bored him, everything and besides being obviously hurt, Cecil didn't seem any closer to breaking than when they started.

 Dr. Jones stomps his foot, "Ugh! Why won't you just give up already?! Hell, how are you even still alive?"

 Cecil offers no response, squaring his jaw as he prepares himself for whatever is next. He wouldn't give in, he couldn't. He needed to hold firm on this. He would not betray his town or himself.

 Dr. Jones runs his hand through his hair as he paces, frustrated beyond belief. He was almost tempted to let Cecil go. What else was there to do? Cecil didn't care at all what they did to him. There had to be something that would make him tick. Everyone had a weakness of some kind.

 It was then that he was brought back to the night at the Moonlight All Night Diner, the one thing that got under Cecil's skin. He looks to another scientist. "you know, maybe it's time we bring Carlos into this."

 Cecil's head snaps up to look at them and he struggles against his binds. "NO!" He roars, his voice filled with panic.

 Dr. Jones chuckles darkly, there it was, the reaction they'd been dying to get from him, "Ah, so there is something that gets to you."

 Cecil gives Dr. Jones the dirtiest look he's given anyone in his whole life and if looks could kill, Dr. Jones would be dead, "You leave Carlos out of this."

 "And why should I? You are so... Unresponsive to everything else. So the only logical option, would be to bring in the one person that's gotten a reaction from you." Dr. Jones asks with a tone of arrogance.

 Tears fall from Cecil's eyes, and he fights against the restraints violently, injuring his wrists as he does. "Don't you dare! If you bring Carlos into this I'll- I'll-"

 "You'll what? Come on Cecil, threaten me, stoop down to my level, I’m sure Carlos will love that.” He taunts the man before him as he watches him squirm and struggle more desperately than he had the entire time they had been torturing him. 

 Cecil falls silent at that, he can't help but think of his husband and how disappointed he would be in him if he did stoop down to his level, but it was so hard not to. His resolve was cracking now at the idea of his sweet husband, the love of his life, sitting across from him being treated the same way he was being treated, he couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't. Not to mention, what would they do with their son? Who would watch him? No. No, he couldn't spiral like this right now. Finally, he swallows nervously, “I’m being held against my will. I’m sure Sherif Sam would love to arrest you for that and assault.” He says, grasping desperately at straws, he was pretty sure he had said the right things.   Dr. Jones can't help but laugh, “Oh Cecil. Cecil, Cecil, Cecil, even if someone did tell him, they would still have to find you and they would have to get past our security. Face it, you're trapped. And soon, your husband will be too. Unless of course, you start to see things, our way.” He says with a smug smirk on his face.  He looks at the doctor that stands in front of him, his third eye the only one that remains open. he was battered and bruised and honestly exhausted. But he could handle all of that, What he couldn't handle was the idea of his husband, an innocent bystander in all this, being forced to endure this torture. He hangs his head in defeat. He couldn't believe it had come down to this. Betraying his town, the place he loved so dearly, the people he had grown up with, his friendly desert community. He didn't want to do this, but what choice did he have? He loved his town, but he loved his husband more. “Fine.”  Dr. Jones claps his hands together, “Excellent, first things first, we need to figure out that extra eye of yours.” 

[guardianoftheearth]

King P and his "Queen"

The little android sat in the orange chair of his luxurious playroom, filled with toys and gadgets of any size, shape and form. It was currently playing with its precious red yo-yo, in total tranquility. While it played, it looked at the cutesy, childish patterns on the room’s walls. It liked those swirly, blue lines, they made it feel good.

The robot then lifted itself up from the chair, the small round toy still in its hand, and went towards the pattern filled wall. Putting the yo-yo aside, it sat on the ground, using its hands to open one of the many unwrapped gifts. It wasn’t unusual for it to quickly unwrap a gift, it didn’t really care, after all, it received them almost daily, it was like paradise, at least in its head.

While it thought about what to do next, the red siren in its head played and lit up in contempt, as the android found exactly what it needed: a new, perfectly unscratched set of beautiful crayons. Finally, it stood up, opening the set of crayons with a bit of a lack of care, and immediately discarded the white and black ones. It couldn’t stand to see them, even worse seeing them right next to that beautiful, bright red. Close to the red one, there were also a yellow and blue one. Most importantly, right at the other end of the crayon set, there was a hot pink one. Weird little thing: the one controlling the android always loved the color pink. Yes, it might’ve been unusual for someone like him, with all the “coolness over anything” rule, but he didn’t really care, it always resonated with his inner self, if he even had one.

Without thinking too much about it, the android started to carelessly doodle on the wall, starting with a little pink circle. Then it drew another circle right under it, and continued doodling and doodling, a line after the other, switching colors sometimes to draw another figure. While it did, the little sound player in its body played a melody written for the android and it only—or better, who was commanding the android, and seeing through its eyes for the whole time. The little robot jammed up and down slightly, as if it was dancing, and if it could hum, it would’ve done it.

Once the drawing was finished, the robot took some small steps back, admiring its work of art. The one behind the eyes of the robot giggled at the sight, a sharp toothed smile forming on its slightly rotten and blueish lips. A lovely doodle of him and his best friend, a little red capped boy. The doodle was crude, but it depicted the two boys hugging, with the one behind the screen giving the other one a little kiss on the cheek. Side note: He also decided to include a weeping, small snake right under his shoe, as if it was being stepped on.

The one behind the android, laying down on his bed, breathe in and out, with a young-like, old voice. He coughed, chuckling at his decaying state. “Ahah… cough, cough… oh my Ness… if only you were here with me… I would spoil you in gifts and love… and you could watch me as I rule this dumb, gullible world…” He said, breathing in and out, relaxing and closing his eyes, hands opening and closing. “Ah… I can’t wait for the moment… you’ll finally be back…”

Oinks and squirms reverberated inside of the lab, the soldiers, doctors and scientists rushing from side to side, bringing barrages of strange pots with unknown liquids, from colors that went from a dirty pink, to a sickly green. All that working, all that going up and down, left and right, as quick as they could, was for one, and one reason only.

“The Queen…! The Queen is awake!” The scientist right next to the huge, burbling test tube exclaimed, their mouth letting out some strong oinks of anxiety and surprise.

At the announcement, everyone stopped to look at the tube, as a weak, chubby, human hand was pressed on the glass from the inside. The hand, now closed into a fist, started knocking on the glass, the owner of the hand barely visible because of all the strange, color-changing liquid inside. The “Queen”, closed in a fetal position, after a long time, started moving, the arms and legs wriggling, first slow, then fast, and faster.

“Release her, before she- AH!” The colonel tried to say, before everyone in the room, in the blink of an eye, were thrown up in the air by a sort of explosion. The colonel gritted their teeth behind the mask, as they felt like a blade was piercing through their soul and shattered something deep within them.

With that, the test tube exploded, and as the wave hit all the other tubes, they trembled and exploded, what was contained within them falling down, liquids poured in every angle of the room. Some of the content inside of the tubes was peculiar, one of them contained tons of moths, another one a bunch of organs expelled from a young boy another one some strange, iridescent scales, and another one the corpse of a beautiful woman, who’s chest sported a hole right where her heart was.

Alongside the strange objects, the Queen exited her own capsule, sluggish, slow movements coming from her. Her head felt heavy, full, as she stretched her arms. She breathe in and out, from her mouth, her nose feeling blocked and her survival instinct forcing her to use the oral cavity. The creature looked around, taking notice of the strange men in pink suits, who she could not distinguish well since they all looked so similar to one another. She could not understand why they were backtracking, or shaking, some of them screaming, which hurt her incredibly sensitive ears. She whimpered for the pain, using her chubby hand to cover her ear.

Taken some courage, a scientist tried to get closer to the Queen, her figure now perfectly visible, as the scream of terror died in their throat. The figure of the creature was uneven, chubby and meaty parts alternating with skeletal, malnourished ones. They “stood” in all fours, limbs trembling, mouth agape, breaths painful out of her mouth. A strange, usual red shape was on top of the supposed head, a red shape with a strange blue tumor on one side of it, the soft, organic shape over the short black hair, who seemed more like extra small tentacles covered in black, thick body hair. The scientist watched as the creature opened her eyes, a dying, mortal white staring back, slightly swollen and with strange tears made of the same liquid that contained her.

“This is too much! I-I’m out of here-Oink!” a soldier snorted, rushing out of the room to who knows where. As they did, many others followed them, the room only being 5 or 4 people and the freak who violated nature itself. “… we went too far.” One of them said, looking at the poor, weeping creature who barely stood on her feet. “King P won’t be happy about this…” another one affirmed, already shaking imagining what terrifying torture they’ll have to witness.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

[nokwisi]

i'm obsessed with the way you write for viktor, the sex pollen fic and the nsfw alphabet are so so good!!

especially the 'toys' part of the nsfw alphabet gave me so many thoughts... the idea of being spread out in front of Viktor on his work table, maybe even tied down so you can't squirm away, while he tries some toys he made for you specifically on you is so hot 😳😳 also him just commenting on your different reactions, maybe even writing something down while you're moaning and mewling with pleasure-

your mind is so big. gigantic.

thank you so much for your kind words, you're a gem! I took this fantastic ask of yours and completely ran away with it, I hope you don't mind, and I hope you enjoy this filthy little fic! summary; Viktor wants to test his new creation on you. He's very serious about it; being a scientist, and all. warnings; nsfw/18+, sex toys, overstimulation, light dom/sub themes

He approaches the testing process like he would with any other creation of his.

Normally, he'd be very doting, very loving. Kisses and sensual touches, proclamations of adoration whispered hotly against your skin...but this isn't a normal situation.

Viktor has that analytical, calculating hardness in his eyes, and with the dilation of his pupils (the only thing telling of his arousal), it comes across as very intense. Being splayed out on his workshop table, completely naked and baring all would already be enough to make you flustered, but it's the air of impersonality around him that has your nerves standing on end.

Not to mention, he'd gone and modified his workstation.

It's so very like Viktor to consider the variables, even in a situation like this, and he knows better than anyone else: you have quite the habit of squirming, and writhing, and that just won't do.

"Are you comfortable?" He asks, so casually, as though in his hands he isn't holding an mistakeably phallic device that looks intimidating and thrilling in equal balance.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he used himself as a means of reference—the size of the thing certainly measures up. However, the protruding, secondary shaft (you're pretty sure it's meant to wreak havoc on your clit—the thought makes you clench involuntarily), is an inspired addition.

You swallow thickly, thighs trembling in their perpetual openness; your ankles have been secured in a pair of stirrups, wrists tethered with soft leather fastens on either side of the table. The air is chill against your exposed heat, stippling goosebumps across your skin. You well and truly feel like a subject rife for dissection.

"Honestly?" You joke, giving a little tug against your arms. "If I said no, would that hinder the testing process?"

Viktor's golden gaze flits to you from beneath his thick brows, "not particularly."

He shifts, pulls his chair in closer, close enough that you can feel the ghostly warmth of his breath billowing down onto you. "If this device works as intended, comfortability will be a moot point."

"Meaning?" You watch the way Viktor's slender fingers fondle the device, turning it over in his palm unconsciously, and you're quickly reminded of the things Viktor is capable of with just his hands—

Viktor bobs his head a little, searching for the right words. "Meaning you will be too...distracted to care."

Oh.

He reaches out and places a cold hand over the plush of your lower belly, as though ensuring you stay in place—like that's an option to begin with.

"Remember, I want to see an honest response. Nothing more, nothing less."

The sound of the device purring to life in his hand makes your heart stutter, turning your voice breathy and anxious. "I don't think that will be a problem."

"Good. Now, let us begin."

There's a jarring coldness when it touches you, swiftly chased with a delicious vibration, lancing a shiver up your spine upon contact. Your hips leap, instinctively squirming, a surprised squeak escaping your lips as Viktor holds the toy against your cunt; it's proximity to your clit is absolutely maddening.

Viktor's gaze, pointed and searing, flicks to you from beneath the fan of his lashes, "is the vibration too intense?" His tone is level, collected.

Shaking your head, stuttering, "it's c-cold," you absently push against it, chasing down the buzz of it with a slight roll of your hips. "But good...so good."

Viktor hums, removing his hand from your tummy to reach across the desk. Continuing to hold the toy flush against your heat, he turns his attention to an open journal placed beside you. Your lust-muddled gaze dances between his face—brows knit just slightly in thought—to the quick way he sprawls notes down on the page.

"Integrate a self-heating function...that should not be too difficult, I think." He murmurs under his breath, before turning back to you, delving in with steady, undeterred movements.

He maneuvers the device, gliding it through your slick folds, applying just a bit more pressure. You hiccup a moan, fingers curling into your palms as your thighs tremble. Glancing down between the valley of your spread legs, you're struck with the the focus painted across Viktor's face; amber gaze darkened, sharp with concentration.

You have to look away, unable to bear the sensation of being so utterly scrutinized while in such a compromising position.

Viktor proceeds to push the blunt head of the toy inside you then, stretching you out slow and steady, allowing you to feel it's insistent rattling against every single inch of your tight walls. You whine loudly; it feels intrusive, impossibly stiff and cold, but the way it hums inside you is enough to curve the discomfort—Viktor would be pleased to know that, if you were capable of forming a proper sentence.

"I considered implementing a lubrication function, but it seems you do not require it." Viktor comments. You feel a swathe of heat at that; coupled with his unfazed expression, it makes you feel embarrassed. "But...you aren't always this tight, are you?"

It sounds rhetorical, and you barely stifle a moan as you clench down around the thick shaft of the vibrating toy. You can't answer him regardless; rendered to panting softly, desperately, as you dare to nudge your waist downwards, seeking more.

"No...no, your body is accustomed to me." He answers himself, "the likeness is not enough in and of itself."

As though answering your silent plea, Viktor sinks the toy to the hilt in one swift, jarring motion; the attachment curved from it's base crashing against your clit with an electrifying jolt. You let out a sharp cry at the double stimulation, back arching as well as it can against your restraints.

With a thoughtful hum, he once more leans toward the journal. Plucking the pen up, he holds the device exactly where it is, thinking aloud amidst the quick crescendo of your desperate mewls.

"A different material, perhaps...something more yielding." He muses, "yes—synthetic. Rubber? Hmm." He jots down more notes.

Well and truly writhing now, Viktor seems completely unfazed by the ruckus of you tugging against the restraints, bucking weakly against his unmoving hand, searching for the salacious relief of friction.

"Vik—" you plead, "Oh gods—Viktor."

You're going to cum.

It's rapidly approaching, coiling up in your belly, the searing pleasure of the vibration against your clit, the thickness of it massaging your spasming walls is more than enough to get you there, but gods you want to feel it moving inside you—need to.

The noises you're making don't register to your own ears. Half-garbled sentences that drip with desperation, begging incoherently.

"Talk to me, use your words." Viktor's voice, soft and yet so resolute, cuts into your heavenly turmoil. You hardly have the will to look at him, let alone speak. "Tell me what you are feeling—are you going to cum? Just from this?"

Oh fuck.

His voice is pitched with gravel now; lust eking it's way into him, giving him away despite the professionalism he'd begun with. You'd preen knowing you have the capacity to crack that stoic veneer of his, but you can hardly think straight as it is.

Scoring your lower lip with your teeth, toes curled into the soles of your feet, every muscle pulled taut and threatening to snap, you nod your head vigorously and groan low in your throat.

"Do it, then. If you cannot tell me, show me."

And you do.

It's like your body has been trained to him; reacting viscerally to the heated permission Viktor gives. You jerk against the restraints, limbs and spine tugging inwards as though you're being compacted by the sheer ecstasy that floods your veins.

The sound you let out is a reedy combination of his name, and a prayer to the gods.

Viktor does not look away; he observes your rapture with that dark gleam in his eye—enthralled. His focus flicks from your face, downwards, silently thrilled with the flood of your arousal, the way your cunt tightens to the point he has to push against the toy to keep it inside you.

You come down from your high with a series of choppy moans, trembling violently, but he doesn't turn it off. He keeps it inside you, and the continued sensation of it makes you feel as though you're stuck in a limbo, unable to relax.

"Good—efficient." He exhales, swallows thickly. His breathing is shallow. His hand shakes marginally as he goes to pick up the pen again, jotting down his notes messily. "Achieving orgasm so quick, and without the added stimulus of penetrative movement...very impressive."

"Please," you croak, flinching back, pushing against it, torn. "Viktor, f-fuck, please," you don't even know what you're begging for, anymore.

"It's clear the device is functional," Viktor muses, shifting it inside you as he places his other hand on your trembling inner thigh. Faintly, you feel the way he strokes his thumb up and down, soothing. "But I would like to put one more theory to the test, if you'll let me."

You peer downwards, through half-mast lids and a fog of delirium. The vibration echoes throughout you, keeping you in a state of perpetual bliss that borders on too much—but the way Viktor's looking at you now; gaze molten gold, flecked with his own arousal, makes you think you'll try just about anything he wants.

The faint tug of his lips tells you he is also aware of this fact.

Taking a fleeting moment to gather whatever wits remain, you barely manage, "w-what...else?"

Minutely, as though testing the waters, he pushes and pulls the toy, nudging it so deep you swear you can feel your spine rattling. You catch the unmistakable glint of deviance in his eyes before your back arches wildly off the table, a high keen of a noise slipping through your teeth.

Viktor's hand glides from your inner thigh, up to your tummy once more. This time, he presses down, coupled with the slow, sure thrust of the toy, you see stars. His next words are weighted with enough promise that you're brought back to reality, riddled with a fresh wave of anticipation.

"I want to see how many times you can unravel for me. How long before you're begging me to stop...will you indulge me?"

Of course, you'd never impede his pursuit of knowledge.

"Yes, g-gods—yes."

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hello, I hope you are having an astounding day! I’ve been wondering if you could write a snippet about a sapiosexual villain and their smart, methodical henchman/ scientist. If you don’t want or can’t do that, I understand. Thank you for the gorgeous writing! 💕

People often assumed that the work of a henchman was simple, purely physical. All you had to do was look tough and intimidating.

They were wrong.

At a professional level, every gun shot required quick mathematical calculation, every blow an equation of angles and force. At any given time the villain could turn to their henchman and be presented with solutions. The most effective way into a building, the quickest way out in a pinch. Their henchman was a map of entries and exits; the whole city was sitting pretty and 3D somewhere in his brain.

It was intoxicating.

Most of the time.

(All the time).

Even when their - especially when their - dangerously smart and actually quite tough and intimidating looking too, henchman had them plastered up against the front door of their apartment. With a deadly look in his eyes.

"Um," the villain said, raising a brow.

"Are you deliberately placing yourself in danger so you can watch me get you out of it?"

The villain's face heated, because, um. It wasn't exactly deliberately, they were not a complete idiot. But they were also aware that they had been pushing their luck more than often recently, precisely so they could watch the way their henchman shifted gears so exquisitely.

Their henchman's grip tightened.

"Don't pretend you don't love the thrill of the puzzle!" The villain wet their dry lips. "I know you do. You'd be terribly bored if all I ever did was have you stand in a corner looking menacing. I'm simply being a good employer, you know? I'm offering you enrichment."

"At the risk of your life."

"Gambling for pennies is no fun."

"You're a dumbass."

"It's what I keep you around for." The villain tried for a winning smile.

Their henchman's grip didn't budge. His gaze raked down the villain's face, their body, and he had that -

Oh no. He had the calculating face on.

The villain squirmed, clearing their throat, turning their head away. It was one thing adoringly staring at their employee when the henchman wasn't looking back. It was another for him to know the way that the villain gazed at him, know the reaction the villain had every time they started doing-

"Look, it all turned out fine," the villain did their best to sound stern and commanding, despite the stupid twist of heat and panic mixing in their stomach. "So get off me. I'm your boss, you can't - manhandle me like this."

"You're right," their henchman said. He still didn't let go. "I do love puzzles. I love figuring out how to make your madcap ideas work, because you're always onto something. I love solving problems for you because every day is something different. What I don't love is the thought of you dying because you have a crush on me, and can't seem to find a safer puzzle to get off to."

The villain's face burned. "I-"

"I'm talking now. You're listening."

The villain's mouth snapped shut.

"So, that leaves us with a problem, doesn't it? Look at me."

The villain met the henchman's gaze, wide-eyed. Their henchman still had that mile-a-minute expression, and the villain stared at it almost helplessly. They wished they could read thoughts, they wished they could display all of their henchman's internal maths on a canvass and hang it on a wall in the bedroom.

"Luckily for you," the henchman's voice dipped lower, "as covered, I'm very good at solving problems." His grip eased, finally, but he didn't step away, palms sliding down the slightly torn front of the villain's coat, undoing the buttons and shoving it off the villain's shoulders.

The villain's brain whirled.

"I'm not a problem." They didn't - they'd imagined the henchman returning their feelings in a fantasy. None of that was meant to be some calculated thing, however much they enjoyed their henchman's cold logic. They didn't want the henchman to do anything with them just because they thought the villain would be reckless otherwise. This had backfired. This had backfired so badly. "I won't do it again, I promise! I know I was stupid and-"

The henchman kissed them. Short, sweet, nothing cold about it.

The villain's breath stuttered.

"You most certainly are a problem." The henchman's lips trailed up the villain's jaw. "My favourite problem, in fact. Have been for a while. Nearly losing you today made me realise that."

Oh.

The villain gripped the front of the henchman's t-shirt, heart pounding.

"That's not to say you should do it again," the henchman added, biting down, drawing a groan from the villain's lips as their head tipped back. "That's me saying, if you want to watch me solve a puzzle, I can think of no shortage of puzzles we can play together. Would that work as an alternative solution?"

"Uhuh. Yup."

"Excellent." Their henchman drew back, eyes dark, and full of plans. "I think we'll start with 'how quickly can I unravel you, what do you think?"

"I think," the villain said, very serious, "you should figure out how to get your clothes off in the next thirty seconds before I rip them off you. If you want to keep them, that is."

The henchman laughed, and shoved them in the direction of the bedroom.

Near death experience was rarely a problem after that.

[everafterfics]

Your World or Mine [Part 2] [Viktor x Reader]

I finally finished Part 2 of this. Still two more parts to go, so enjoy!

Synopsis: You get accidentally teleported to Piltover from Earth. The Hextech scientists try their best to get you back home.

Warnings: None

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

The streets of Piltover were awfully quiet at the current hour. It was rather peaceful under the soft glowing street lamps as you and Viktor made your way to a supposedly nearby cafe. The whole situation was unusual for you, and not just the being stuck in another world part. You don’t usually get asked to go out for coffee, and even when you do your answer is usually no. However, your desire to not be alone greatly outweighed your usual hesitancy among new people.

You continued your walk in silence until a small creature darted out in front of you, stopping both of you in your tracks. The little black cat looked at you inquisitively. You let out a small gasp at how cute it looked. It began to walk towards you so you crouched down and stuck out your hand. “Come here little kitty. Pss pss.” 

Viktor chuckled at your action. The cat slowly made its way over to you. It sniffed your hand before rubbing against it. You practically squeed with joy. 

“Oh my! Hello! You over there!” A shrill voice shouted from down the street. “Please, grab my cat for me before he runs!”

You scooped the cat into your arms and held him close. Surprisingly he didn’t squirm at all. The older woman who had been shouting finally made it to you. She took the cat from your arms, “Oh thank you dear. My poor Nocturne is always getting out.”

“It’s not a problem. He seems like a sweet boy.” You scratched under the cats chin and he began to purr. 

“He really is. That is until he slips out of the door when I come home.” The old woman laughed. “Do you have cats too dearie?”

You smiled at her. “I have three actually. They’re sweet cats, but the youngest loves to pick fights with the older ones.”

“Ah yes, they’ll do that.” The woman nods. “Well, thank you again for grabbing him for me. I don’t want to keep you from your date.” 

You look at Viktor, who had been patiently waiting for your interaction with the old woman to end, then you look back at the cat lady. “Oh no-we’re not- we’re just friends.”

The cat lady hummed and gave a small laugh. “Of course dear. Have a good evening.” She turned to leave and left you standing with a slight blush on your cheeks.

You continued to the cafe in silence until Viktor finally asked, “So, you’re a cat person?”

“Well I love all animals, but yeah cats are my favorite.” You were extremely glad that Viktor did not mention the old womans comment. At least you would have been if Viktor had kept his mouth shut.

“Hm, so we are friends now are we?” 

You began to ramble and stumble over your words. “Friends, acquaintances, I’m not really sure what I’d classify our relationship with honestly.”

You reached the door to the cafe and Viktor held it open for you. “So we have a relationship now do we?” He teased.

“Ah, no… I mean… you know what I meant!” 

Viktor saw the distressed look on your face and thought that he may have gone to far. “I was only teasing. Of course I know what you meant.”

The two of you were seated in the mostly empty cafe. Viktor ordered both of you coffees. “Would you like anything else? It’s my treat.” He offered.

“Just the coffee should be fine.” You replied. Viktor ended up ordering each of you a slice of red velvet cake anyway.

“You didn’t have to order me anything else.” You told him.

“Perhaps not. But I would feel bad if you  only had to watch me eat.” You smiled at his response.

The waitress returned promptly with the coffee and cake. You both thanked her. You loaded your coffee with cream and sugar. “So you also like your coffee sweet then?” Viktor commented before doing the same to his own drink.

“I did say I didn’t like coffee very much. It’s because it’s too bitter, so the sugar and cream helps.” You took a sip and make a slightly displeased face. Viktor gave a soft chuckle at your expression. You sat the drink down and decided to eat the cake instead. “So do you always stay up this late?” You asked with a small yawn.

“I am prone to many late nights in the lab. It is the best way to make progress.” He nonchalantly took a sip of his drink.

“Just what is it that you’re inventing anyway? Sky showed me the…um…” you snapped your fingers to stimulate your memory, “the Hexgates! But I don’t really know anything about your company.”

“Hextech is about the merging of the arcane with science. Jayce and I are finding ways to use our inventions to better the lives of the people of Piltover and the Undercity.”

“The Undercity?” 

Viktor frowned. “It is the lower part of Piltover. It’s suffers from poverty, pollution, gang activity, and recently a drug known as Shimmer. The people of the Undercity live very poor lives. I wish to help the city improve, to give those that live there a better life.” There is desperation evident in his voice alongside a deep passion.

Your gaze softened at his words. “You sound very passionate about helping.” 

Viktor was silent for a moment. His gaze turned away from yours. “I am from the Undercity.” He quietly said. “I’ve seen and experienced firsthand what the people there go through. I was lucky enough to be given the chance to attend the academy. To make it out of the Undercity, but others-“ Viktor was suddenly cut off by a fit of harsh coughing. He grabbed a napkin and held it up to his mouth.

You gasped and leaned over the table. “Are you alright?!”

Viktor placed the napkin facedown on the table when his coughing subsided. He didn’t want to worry you with the sight of blood, but something about that action left a pit in your stomach. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine” he didn’t sound convincing at all.

You slowly leaned back into your seat, concerned eyes plastered onto Viktor. “Are you sure? That sounded pretty bad.” 

“It’s is nothing new for me.�� Viktors voice left an impression of sadness in you.

“Have you seen a doctor about it?”

The neutral expression Viktor was wearing fell to one of hopelessness. “There is nothing they can do. My condition is…” He looked up to see your concerned eyes, sympathy radiating off of them. “…it is not good.” He chose softer words. Fatal would’ve been better but it was all too true, and he did not wish to burden you with such knowledge. 

Your eyes fell down to the table. “I’m so sorry.” 

Viktor pushed the slice of cake around with his fork. “It is not like you can do anything about it.”

You sighed and held your hands in your lap. “I know. I just… I wish there was something that could be done.”

“Me too, but that’s what I’m hoping the Hexcore can help with.” Viktor put down the fork and traded it for his mug of coffee. He took a long sip before speaking again. “I am sorry for dampening the mood. I did not mean for this to turn into a pity party for me.”

“You don’t have to be sorry!” You quickly corrected him.  He looked surprised to hear you say that. “I mean, conversations venture to many places. I sure didn’t know we would end up talking about you, but I’m glad I know. Well I’m not glad that you’re sick, I’m glad that you told me about it. Not that it will make me worry less if I hear you coughing, but…” you stopped when you realized you were stammering and Viktor was staring at you. “…uh yeah…” you quietly said. Your eyes looked to the window and you grimaced at yourself. You couldn’t really understand why you were stammering, but the way your heart was beating gave you some sort of clue.

After a moment of silence Viktor chuckled at you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. You just have an interesting expression right now.”

“That would be the disgust from my rambling.” You tried to smile but it looked more like you were cringing at yourself. “If it’s alright, I think I’d like to go to my room now.”

“Of course Miss Y/N.” Viktor got the uneaten cake boxed up and finished off his coffee before you left.

The two of you made a quick stop at the lab to pick up your discarded items before Viktor led you to the dorms. He took out a key with a diamond at the end and unlocked the door in front of you. “Your room, Miss Y/N.” He gestured.

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “Why thank you sir!” You teased back before entering. You gawked for a moment at the room, you’d expected something similar to the dorm you had in college, but it was more like a small studio apartment. After a short hallway the dorm opened into a room with a bed pressed against the left wall, a desk in front of the window, and a wardrobe and bookshelf along the righthand wall. When you turned the corner towards the bed you could see that there was a small kitchen on the other side of the hallway just across from the end of the bed. The room also had its own attached bathroom along the right wall.

“Is something the matter?” Viktor walked in behind you and took a seat at the desk.

You shook your head. “Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting something so…fancy.”

“Fancy?” Viktor asked in confusion.

“I just kind of assumed a dorm room wouldn’t have a kitchen or a private bathroom. At least my college dorms didn’t have those in their room.” You spoke as you explored the new space.

Viktor hummed in response. “The school is rather expensive to attend. I’d be surprised if the rooms weren’t so… fancy.” He quoted your word choice. You smiled at him before sitting on the bed and letting out a large yawn. “You mentioned not wanting to be alone. Would you like me to sit with you until you fall asleep?”

The request was innocent and he didn’t have any ulterior motives behind his words, but they still left you a blushing mess. “Thanks but uh, I think I’ll be ok.”

“You’re certain? I don’t make these kind of offers for just anybody.” Viktor sounded like he was flirting now, or maybe that was just your imagination.

“Oh yeah. You know maybe crying myself to sleep is just what I need right now.” You were only half joking when you said that.

“Alright. I’ve left the key to the room on the desk.” Viktor hoisted himself up from his seat and crossed the small room to the hallway. “Goodnight Miss Y/N.” He said before departing.

“Goodnight Viktor.” You replied. You waited until the you heard the door click shut before you released the bed covers that you had been tightly gripping. You quickly made sure that the door to the room was locked before hastily entering the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see that your face was bright red. “What the hell was that?” You asked yourself. “Was he flirting with me?” You stopped for a moment. “Was I flirting with him?” You quickly shook your head. “Get it together! You’re stuck in another world! This isn’t the time for romance!” You exited the bathroom and paced the dorm room instead. “And it’s probably not even romantic anyway, he was probably just trying to be nice to me. I am in a weird and tough situation so he was probably trying to make me feel better.” You sat down on the bed, which felt a lot comfier than it did when Viktor was in the room distracting you. “Ugh I feel bad cause he shouldn’t have to make me feel better! He’s in a worse state than I’m in. I can’t believe there’s nothing any doctors can do for his illness.” That bummed you out completely, thinking about Viktors predicament. “Why am I complaining about my feelings when there’s so much more at stake here!” You flopped backwards onto the bed.

You laid still for a few minutes just staring at the ceiling. Finally you groaned and sat back up. Your work clothes were a lot less comfortable than you had thought before laying down. You discarded your bra and pants, opting to sleep in your loose blouse and underwear instead. You turned out the lights to the room and crawled under the soft covers of your bed. As you expected, your thoughts kept racing and as the reality of everything settled in, your anticipated tears fell. Eventually your crying lulled you into a deep slumber for the rest of the night.

You were awoken the next day by knocking on your door. You almost answered it as you were before realizing that you should probably get dressed first. “One minute!” You called out. You redressed yourself and headed to the door. “Oh, good morning everyone” You said when you opened the door to see Jayce, Viktor, and Sky on the other side.

“Good afternoon is more like it.” Jayce chuckled. “Viktor mentioned that you had a long night, so we let you sleep in.”

“Oh… thanks.” You said as you ran a hand through your frizzy bed head. Suddenly it hit you that you weren’t being polite. “Sorry, would you like to come in?”

“Actually, we were going to take you out.” Jayce said.

“Pardon?” You asked in confusion.

“We’re going shopping.” Sky piped up. “You and I for some new clothes. And the boys are going to get you some basic necessities.”

“Well I sure could use a hairbrush.” You laughed. Sky reached into her bag and pulled one out. “Oh, you’re prepared.”

“I figured you might need one.” Sky replied with a sweet smile. You quickly ran the brush through your hair and handed it back to her.

“Thanks. To all of you really. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t land in your lab.” You gave a bittersweet smile that the others returned. “Let me grab my room key and we can go” 

The four of you made it down to the shopping district of Piltover where you split off from each other. Sky took you into a high end looking store filled to the brim with beautiful blouses, skirts, and dresses. “Don’t worry about pricing. Hextech is paying for everything.” Sky mentioned. 

You were immediately drawn to a F/C dress that was on display near the store window. It was longer than most dresses you typically wore, but that seemed to be the style here. The skirt had several overlapping layers and the top was a corseted bodice with a high collar. You searched for the dress in your size and took it off the rack. “Is there a changing room to try this on?” You asked Sky.

“I think it’s this way.” She led you to the nearest changing room and helped you get into the dress. 

Your jaw dropped when you saw yourself in the mirror. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn something that looked so good on me!” You couldn’t stop smiling and gawking at yourself.

“It really suits you.” Sky commented with a smile.

You look at her. “You should get something too. I’m sure you’d look great in any of these dresses.”

Sky blushed. “Oh no, I couldn’t. Getting you clothes to wear is one thing, but it’s be wrong to spend company money on myself. Besides I’m not really the type to wear dresses.”

“Ah come on, nobody will know. It’ll be a part of the same order as the clothes for me. Just try something on at least.” You tried to hype Sky up a bit.

She gave you a weak smile. “I’ll try something on, but I can’t in good conscious use Hextech money to buy clothes for myself.”

You gave her a large grin. “Alright! Help me out of this dress and we can find something for you to wear!”

You changed back into your other clothes and continued shopping. You tried on several blouse and skirt combinations with matching vests and corsets. Sky tried on one dress. It was a deep red dress with white and gold accents that reached down to her ankles, with a high collar and long sleeves. It gave Sky a very sophisticated look. When you saw her you let out a small gasp. “You look amazing Sky!”

She smiled and blushed at your compliment. “Thank you. I could never wear something like this while working…”

“But…”

“But it is very pretty. And I have to admit that it looks very good on me.”

“So we’re buying it right?” You gave her a sly smile.

“No, Y/N, I told you we can’t. And I can’t wear it to work anyway so it would be a waste of money.” Sky argued back.

“Everyone needs a special occasion outfit.” You mentioned. When Sky didn’t respond you gave a sigh. “If you really don’t want us to get it though I’ll lay off”

“Thank you.”

“Before you change out of it though,” you dug through your purse that you had brought with you and pulled out your cellphone. You pointed your phones camera at her. “Smile!”

“What is that?” Sky asked.

“It’s a cell phone. Smile, I wanna take a picture.” 

Sky became very flustered. “What?! No! I don’t want anybody to see this!”

You laughed and stood beside her. “Here we will take a picture together then” you turned your camera around and took a selfie with Sky while she was in awe of the device in your hand. You then showed her the picture. “And now you’ve taken your first selfie.” 

She grabbed at your phone. “This little thing took our picture? And in color!” Her amazement made it dawn on you that while they had technology fueled by magic here, their basic tech wasn’t nearly as advanced as your own world. “It does more than just that. Why don’t we actually buy the clothes I picked out and I’ll tell you about it while we get lunch.”

Sky vigorously nodded her head.

In the end you wound up buying a couple of dresses, several blouses and skirts, some pajamas, and a new pair of shoes. You had no idea how the money system of Piltover worked but you assumed that everything was rather expensive and it left you feeling a bit guilty.

You and Sky sat outside a small cafe, eating lunch and discussing your cell phone in detail. Sky was enamored with the technology of it. She sure did have a scientists curiosity. Jayce and Viktor found and joined the two of you for lunch. You found yourself once again explaining your cell phone to the two of them when Sky brought it up. It was funny to you how something that you thought so little of in your day to day life was so impressive to them.

“Why don’t I walk you back to your room Miss Y/N?” Viktor offered when you had all finished eating. “That way Jayce and Sky can head back to the lab to continue working on a way to get you home.” 

“Oh, ok.” You were a bit surprised to find Viktor volunteering. You had pegged him as a workaholic.

“Would you rather someone else?” Viktor looked a bit like a lost kitten. It was rather cute how he seemed worried about you not wanting to walk with him.

“Oh no! I just thought that you’d want to get back to work is all.” A visual calm washed over Viktors face to hear that. Jayce and Sky shared a quick look with each other. They’d never seen Viktor act this way before. He seemed almost flustered. “But since you offered, let’s get going.” You stood and picked up your bags. Viktor grabbed the bag of things that he and Jayce had bought you and together you waved goodbye to your other companions and headed back to the dorms.

“You weren’t completely wrong you know.” Viktor said when you reached your room.

“About what?” You asked and dug through your purse for the key. You found it and placed it in the lock, giving it a turn.

“About wanting to get back to work.” Viktor said as you entered the room. 

“Then why did you offer to walk me back?” Now you felt bad for inconveniencing him.

He placed his bag down on the small kitchen counter. “Because I wanted to give you something, but I didn’t really want Jayce to make a big deal out of it.”

“And what’s that?” You set your bags down on the bed and tried your hardest to remain calm.

Viktor reached into the bag on the counter and pulled out a fluffy stuffed black cat with a shining red ribbon tied around its neck. “I saw this and thought you might like it. Perhaps it can keep you company so you don’t feel as alone at night.”

You took the small plush from him and looked at it. The cat was absolutely adorable as far as stuffed animals go, and the sentiment of the gift had tears welling in the corner of your eyes. “Viktor, I don’t know what to say…” you looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you so much!” 

“You are very welcome.” You could see that he was trying to act suave, but the blush coating his cheeks gave away how happy he was that you enjoyed his gift. He then cleared his throat. “I should be heading back to the lab now. Would you like to come?”

“I think I’m going to put everything away and maybe shower and change, but I think I remember how to get there when I’m done.”

“Alright. Until later then.” Viktor bid you farewell and left for the lab. You looked back down at Viktors gift and your mouth spread into a giddy smile. You delicately placed the stuffed cat next to your pillow and got to work on putting everything away.

You left out one nice dress and put the rest of your newly acquired clothes into the wardrobe. “Let’s see what those boys think necessities are.” You ventured over to the large bag on the counter. You first pulled out a hairbrush, “How sweet, they remembered.” You sarcastically said and chuckled to yourself. A toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, shampoo and conditioner, “Well these are all things I’d need.” You commented. Next you pull out a couple of cups and plates alongside many kinds of snacks that you’d never heard of. “I suppose these are good to have.” You laughed. You pulled out a small carton labeled Sweet Milk. ‘What makes this different from regular milk?’ You wondered. You shrugged and placed it in the fridge.

What was at the bottom of the bag made you blush a deep red. “Why the hell would they get these!” You pulled out a box of pads. “I mean sure I might need them if I’m stuck here long enough, but that’s something I’d ask Sky about, not them!” You practically howled with laughter. You found it hilarious to imagine Jayce and Viktor arguing over whether or not you needed them, and that had you laughing even harder. When your laughter finally subsided you took all of the toiletries and brought them to the bathroom. Luckily several towels had been placed in the bathroom for you, probably by Heimerdinger when he found the room for you yesterday. 

You stripped off your clothes and got into the hot shower. The water washed a calm over you and by the time you were finished bathing you felt completely relaxed. You dried your hair off to the best of your ability and got changed into your brand new dress.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was like you were a brand new person. No trace of your old life on you, if anybody were to see you on the street they would think you’d lived in Piltover your whole life. That thought made you frown for a moment. New clothes and plenty of supplies to live here. But for just how long? It almost felt like you’d be here permanently. You lightly shook your head to clear your thoughts and let a small smile form on your face. 

“Time to go back to the lab.” 

[vbecker10]

Shadows of the Past

Part 47 (Part 46)

Warnings :: Torture (not graphic), imprisonment, mild blood

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(Y/N POV)

You try to get free again but you can’t. Marc takes your chin in his hands and makes you look at him. “What do you want with me?” you demand.

“What do you think Y/N?” he asks and you try not to let the fear show on your face. “You are going to help us test a brand new project we are working on.”

You look down at yourself for a moment and realize you are wearing what almost looks like beige scrubs. You try not to let yourself be overwhelmed by the realization that you are now a test subject for Hydra.

"Another failed attempt at a super soldier serum?" you say sarcastically, hoping he can't hear the fear in your voice.

He laughs, "Not exactly." You look at him confused, what else could it be? He smiles, "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

He walks back to the door to leave, signaling the guard by the door to open it. Just as he is about the step out in the hallway be turns back to you. “Well come on, I’ll show you around,” he tells you. As he says that one of the guards holding you reaches for his belt and unclips a pair of handcuffs. He puts them on you quickly, keeping your hands behind your back. The two guards force you out of the room after Marc. 

You struggle as they walk you down the hallway but they don’t loosen their grip. You look around, the hallway is long with metal doors on either side. There are guards posted at both ends of the hallway. You can hear screams and faint cries as you move past the rooms. They walk you to the end of the hall and then you turn left, there are more metal doors and an elevator at the far end. Marc pushes the call button and you wait in silence, you are sure they can hear your heart beating. You try to focus on your breathing, not wanting to give Marc the satisfaction of knowing you were terrified. 

The doors open and they shove you inside. You look ahead of you and make eye contact with Marc briefly as he gets in. “So... where is Sarah?” you ask, hoping bringing her up might get you a bit more information about what is going on.

“Oh that right,” he says, “You wouldn’t know.”

“Know what?” you ask.

“Well it seems that prince of yours killed her,” he tells you.

“What?” you ask stunned. Loki killed her? What had happened after you were taken? you think to yourself.

“Don’t worry too much about her,” he tells you when the elevator stops. “We had run out of uses for her anyway.”

He steps out of the elevator and the guards force you to walk down another hallway. Towards the end of this hall is a pair of metal double doors with a small glass window in one of them. When you get closer, they swing open and you are met by a man and a woman in lab coats and another guard. You look beyond them, into the lab. You had seen photos of where Bucky had been kept and this room looked eerily similar. The guards pushed and dragged you to the chair in the middle of the room, strapping you down. 

You look up at Marc, who leans down over you, “The more you struggle, the more this will hurt.”

He takes a step back and you watch as the man sits down at one of the computers. You try to see what he is doing but your attention is drawn to the woman in lab coat. You notice an IV stand and monitors next to the chair as she applies leads to your chest and begins to take note of your vitals. 

You look over at the doors as another man in a lab coat enters, carrying a small metal container.  He places it on the desk next to the scientist at the computer. When he opens it, a small cloud of cold air escapes and he removes a glass vial with red liquid in it. He hands the vial to the woman and she draws some of it into a syringe, then puts the vial back in the container. 

You squirm and pull at the straps but it is useless. One of the guards turns your head to the side, exposing your neck. The woman stands over you then turns to Marc, he nods and she injects the red liquid into the side of your neck. It burns in your veins almost instantly and your heart races, your breathing gets faster. You squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can, trying not to scream but the burning is spreading throughout your body. You clench your hands closed hard and you can barely hear the monitor beeping frantically. The burning is now in your muscles and it is getting harder for you to focus your mind on anything other than the increasing pain. 

The scientist injects you again, this time with a clear liquid. You can feel it taking the burn away but with it comes a heaviness. You feel drained and you fight to stay awake but it quickly becomes difficult. You force your eyes open and look around, everything is out of focus and you close them again, tears streaming down your cheeks. You wish desperately for Loki to find you, you want to go home. You open your eyes one more time and look towards the door, willing Loki to be there but he isn’t. You finally stop fighting, letting yourself slip into unconsciousness. 

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When you open your eyes you are alone in your cell again, laying on the bed. There is a slow steady beeping just to the right of you, you are hooked up to a monitor that is displaying your vitals. You sit up slowly with a light headache, your vision a bit fuzzy but it focuses quickly. You lift your hand to rub the injection site on your neck and realize there is a restraint around you wrist. Looking down, you see your other arm is free but the one with the restraint is attached to a long chain on the wall next to the bed. You tug at it gently and move to the edge of the bed. As soon as you start to move, you notice how tired you are even though you just woken up.

Before you can stand up, you hear the keypad outside your door beep and it swings open. Marc walks in followed by two guards and the woman from the lab. She has a tablet with her and seems to be taking notes on it. She walks over to you and without looking up, she asks how you are feeling.

You laugh at how ridiculous the question is and she looks up, lowering her glasses, she asks you again. “Freaking amazing,” you tell her as your roll your eyes and cross your arms, tugging at the chain a bit.

She writes something in the tablet then records the readings from the monitor. She nods at Marc. “Hold her,” he says to the guards.

One of them walks over to you and grabs your arm, holding it out in front of the woman. You try to pull it back but you are unable to. She takes a scalpel out of her lab coat pocket and drags it across your skin, making a shallow cut about three inches long. 

You hiss in pain and curse at her but the guard doesn’t let your arm go. She takes out a piece of gauze and wraps up the wound. “What the hell was that for?” you ask when she tells the guard to let you go.

“I will be back to check on that in an hour,” she says, not answering your question. Marc says nothing, leaving first, followed by the scientist and the guards. 

They slam the door shut and you sit up in the middle of the bed, holding your arm. Alone in the silence of you room you suddenly realize how hungry you are. The last time you know you ate was three hours before the mission, was that a day or two ago? Your mind starts to flood with questions as you look blankly around the room, you hold your cut arm over your stomach as it growls. What did they do to you? Why would she cut you like that? Where are you and why didn’t anyone find you yet? You couldn’t even tell if it was still the same day you had been brought to the lab or not. Your mind came up with more and more questions you couldn't answer and then you heard the keypad again. Apparently it had been an hour already.

When the door opens the guards come in first and stand on either side of your bed. Marc stays by the door as the women from earlier walks over to you. She takes your arm and you don’t fight her, you are tired and weak from hunger. She unwraps the gauze and examines your arm, then she motions for Marc to come closer. You look down at your arm and you can’t believe what you are looking at. The three inch long cut was nothing more than a thin, barely visible scar. 

“Well, it seems we can move onto the next phase of the experiment then,” Marc says happily.

You look at him horrified, “Next phase? What are you doing to me?” 

He smiles and you feel a small pinch in your neck. You look up at the woman and see she had injected you with something again. 

“No... no...” you start to say but everything feels heavy. You hear Marc laugh from far away as your vision goes dark and you collapse onto the bed.

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"Y/N," you hear a voice say.

For a second your mind tricks you into thinking it is Loki, telling you he is here to bring you home but you know it isn't. You open your eyes slowly, blinking into the bright lights above you.

"There you are," Marc says with a smile.

You look up at him and you can barely move, you're strapped down on a table in the lab. You think it is the same one as before but you can’t be sure. 

"Its ready," you hear one of the scientists say. You don't recognize either of these scientist, how many of them worked here?

"Good," Marc replies.

"What are you doing to me?" you demand but your voice is weak.

"We're going to fix you... or kill you," he shrugs, seemingly not attached to either outcome.

"Fix me?" you ask worriedly, trying to sit up but you are unable to.

He nods and points to two screens to the left and you turn your head to look at them. Both are displaying several x-rays and you recognize the ones on the right screen immediately. It's your left leg, you can see all the metal and screws from your surgeries. When you look at the other screen you’re filled with fear. It's your leg, but all the hardware has been removed, the breaks and displacements that never healed properly are visible.

"No...." you whisper as you look down at your leg. Your left pants leg has blood on it and pain sears up your leg when you try to move your foot. 

“I wouldn’t move around too much,” he says. “The surgeon did a decent job removing all the metal.”

“Why?” you ask, trying to understand what’s going on.

“Oh don’t get me wrong Y/N, I don’t care if you ever walk again. We just needed to see if this serum would works on something bigger than a few cuts,” he says as one of the scientists comes over to you with the red liquid in a syringe. 

You try to struggle against the restraints but its no use. The scientist injects you with the red serum and your veins feel like they are on fire again. The pain and burning spreads faster than last time. You close your eyes tight and fight against wanting to scream. 

When you open your eyes, you look towards the doors, once again praying Loki would come. You eyes start to feel heavy as the pain increases, traveling from your veins to your muscles. Your heart starts to pound faster and your breathing becomes fast and shallow. 

You feel a sharp pain in your arm and realize you were injected again. Just as before, the burning starts to fade but you are slowly losing starting to feel your energy level drop. All you want to do is close your eyes but you fight it as long as you can. 

The doors open and you feel hope flood your body but it leaves just as quickly when you see who enters the room. You blink slowly, it is getting harder to focus but just before everything goes dark again you see Marc walk over to the doors to greet the man who entered. He reaches out and shakes Pierce’s hand, they both look over at you as you close your eyes. 

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Prompt 25 (this is quite the discovery) with Chrome from Dr. Stone!

Honestly, I don't care which role he's in, or who else is involved, I just absolutely love him, he's such a cutie!!!!!!! ^-^

This prompt sounds like something Senku or Gen would say to him, or like something he would say to Gen, or Ginro, or whoever might be causing trouble. I suppose, go with whichever characters you prefer? I hope that's not too vague. >.<

Order Up! Happy Hour Event CLOSED

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Chrome was staring at Tsukasa, who was watching him with a predatory grin on his face that the blossoming scientist didn’t like at all.

“Don’t look at me all high and mighty like that,” Chrome snapped, though he still took a nervous step back as the much taller, bigger man began to approach him. “S-Stay away!”

“Well, this is quite the discovery,” Tsukasa chuckled in a low, rumbling kind of way that sent shivers down the brunette’s spine. “Does Kinro know about this? You’d make a great addition to the village guard with reflexes like that.”

“Quit teasing me!” Chrome practically yelled, face flushing dark red. He hugged himself defensively. “I can’t help it!”

“I know,” Tsukasa replied, his voice and eyes gentler now, though he never stopped closing in on the smaller man. “And I’m not trying to be mean. I actually think it’s kind of endearing.”

Chrome suddenly felt cornered. He let out a tiny whine. “Please don’t. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m curious to see if you could actually land a punch on me,” Tsukasa replied before gently grasping Chrome by the ribs and curling his fingers in to tickle him.

Chrome’s whole body spasmed and he let out a barking laugh, arms shooting down to try and protect himself in the split second before he started flailing wildly, unable to control his body’s movements with each electrifying tickle. “S-Stop! Nohohoho! I’m g-gohohohonna huhuhuhurt you if you don’t stohohohohop!”

Tsukasa chuckled again. “I’d like to see you try.”

Soon the scientist was a mess of squeaky, whiny laughter, his body squirming and kicking and punching all on its own as his natural desire to defend himself overrode any other thought process. Tsukasa – skilled in combat as he was – dodged each flailing limb easily, breaking through Chrome’s meager defenses with no problem at all, tickling his ribs and belly and armpits in rapid succession. He even managed to squeeze a thigh or knee here and there as well. It was amusing to watch Senku’s student completely lose his composure like this.

“Stahahahahahahap! Plehehehehease, stop, plehehehehease! I’m seheheheherious!” Chrome begged, laughing so hard he was almost wheezing. “I cahahahahan’t tahahahahahake it! Tsukasaaaaaaa!”

Tsukasa slowed to a halt as asked, realizing his friend truly couldn’t hold out much longer. He grinned and ruffled his hair playfully. “Well, you couldn’t manage to hit me, but I still think an untrained fighter would have no chance against you.”

Chrome pushed him away, trying to cover up his residual giggles. “No enemy is going to randomly tickle me in the middle of a fight, you dork!”

Tsukasa poked his ribs one last time, enjoying the squeak he got in response. “Perhaps not, but if we ever end up on opposing sides again, I will not hesitate to tickle you into submission.”

“Shut up,” Chrome muttered, but he was smiling.

[vegalocity]

So while i wrote this for @monkiekid-shipweeks' Pride event, i actually came up with the AU idea a little bit ago, i saw that Soulmate AUs were one of the prompts and I was like 'perfect timing' and whipped this up real quick

Why yes this entire Pride Week is me just throwing my rarepairs in your guys' faces mwah ha ha ha ha

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Wong Zhihao was terrified, he was suspended what felt like at least a full story in the air, tied up with spider webbing far stronger than his wiry muscles could pull at and unable to do much more than wriggle as he desparately tried to get some traction.

Damn that woman- that 'Spider Queen'. He'd thought she was just a lost stranger looking for a certain shop in the marketplace, they'd small talked as he lead her to the stand and he had to curse his own obliviousness because he hadn't realized until it was far too late that she had a million questions about his profession and his general thoughts on the work he did, and he'd known nothing about her.

Bare minimum that had been rude, but that didn't even matter now because he was HUNG UP IN A SPIDER WEB because the lost woman had been the FUCKING SPIDER QUEEN.

“-Honestly I don't know why she's even keeping him alive, it's been so long since we've had fresh human in the stew. The stuff from the Night Deli just doesn't taste as good...”

“You know how the Queen is Hunts, she probably has a plan of some kind and Mister Scientist up there is some part of it.”

He staunchly looked away from the two spider demons. Staring up into the darkness of the greyscale world that had been his only real basis for observance for the past thirty four years and trying to not panic too hard.

He knew demons liked their prey afraid and Zhihao wasn't going to indulge that.

“You're right Goliath!” the fake cheer in the Queen's voice was somehow MORE chilling than the fact that she had seemingly appeared from thin air behind him and Zhihao startled, yelped, and on reflex tried to squirm away. The web bounced him back and forth with his motions leaving him inable to actually do anything else, and much to his humiliation he could hear the two spiders below begin to laugh.

There was a slicing noice and Zhihao let out another small yelp when he fell a few feet. The silk of the web being slowly undone to lower him to the ground.

“Everyone say hello to our New Employee!” the Queen eventually snatched him by his scruff before he could fall the rest of the way down and with a lurch of his gut and a light thump, Zhihao found himself being thrown to the ground and mostly undone from his cocoon like prison.

Not fully, his arms were still strapped to his sides, but he could at least move a little more than just wiggle about. Zhihao was terrified. The black and white world around him glowed strangely with lights from places he didn't think lights would be-

“Say 'Hi' Scientist~” he felt a hand grip into his hair and force his head upwards as the Queen bade him to look at the two other spiders.

The big guy drew his eye first.

“In a weird way he's kinda cute! Look at that messy hair! He's like a puppy!” the big guy cooed.

“Pssh, yeah if you think wiry nerds are 'cute'...” the smaller one scoffed, and Zhihao's eyes drifted to him-

Green.

Zhihao's gut froze, and he watched as the smaller spider's expression dropped as they met gaze.

His eyes were green. All four of them. He didn't know how he'd known the specific word but it had sprung into his mind immediately when he'd-

when he'd seen the color.

And starting from that met gaze the world hazed into much the same.

Green eyes. Purple skin.

Silver hair.

The different minutia of shades and hues would need more practice, but the basic idea of color so seamlessly slid into place now that-

now that he could SEE color.

The Big Guy and the Queen continued the conversation, seemingly not aware of the change in captive and hunter both. And Zhihao felt his gut clench in dispair.

One of his captors was his soulmate.

That was just his luck.

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Huntsman had stormed off the second he possibly could get away with so he could be alone.

And you know... have a breakdown in peace. A Human. Not just any human, but their captive. Someone he had just been wondering aloud why they weren't just DEVOURING.

Soulmates they were- they were SPECIAL. They were said to be the person whom understood you the easiest and the best out of anyone. They were- they were supposed to be a person's true love.

Goliath was still in search of his, he was sure they were out there somewhere, and Huntsman had always tried to put his out of his mind. They weren't exactly hatchlings anymore. Fantasizing about true love and all that that entailed would get in the way of work. And besides, when the city was theirs all three of them would have suitors lining up to cozy into the Spider Clan one way or another.

But now there was this.

Now Huntsman could look at his hand in the dim glow of the caves, and his first thought was 'so this is purple' and know the experience was because of some- some human.

The human his Queen delivered to them and said that he was only NOT dinner because he was important, though Huntsman wasn't actually paying attention to whatever she was saying.

There had been shocked cedar brown eyes peering up at him and they'd had all of his own utterly spellbound.

But he had to convince the Queen to not do away with him once his usefulness ran out. He- He'd tell her if he had to but-

But you don't just ignore true love when its hand delivered to you.

He didn't even know his name...

But he wanted to find out.

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Syntax could always see in color.

For as long as he could remember, at least.

He knew the stories, intellectually at least. That all children are born to a world of black and white; that only when they lock eyes with their Soulmate for the first time, did the world fade to color. He knew them. And apparently he was an exception.

It wasn't like a person's Soulmate was their True Love or anything, the world was a bit more complicated than that, but it meant that- it meant that that person was the one whom would understand you the best. And by that metric most people did see Soulmate in a romantic context, as 'most people would want to be with the person that understands them best' or something.

Not like he had to care. Because he always COULD see in color. The green glow of the monitors, the purple of his skin, the eerie blue glow of the Lady Bone Demon when she'd just been 'the Mystery Girl'... Colors. Every single one of them. So obviously, Syntax didn't HAVE a Soulmate. Which was fine. Such things would be getting in the way of his work anyway.

He didn't mind.

He didn't.

He'd mentioned it offhandedly a little after they'd been saved, they'd been camped out in an abandoned warehouse and Syntax had been scavenging to try and set up a proper temporary security system for them. Goliath had brought up the whole idea, and he'd mentioned it when his opinion was asked on that matter. Not going into the specifics, per se, but that he didn't have a soulmate, and he was fine. He had work to do, no use paying too much thought into something that he'd never have.

Not that he was being rude, but he WAS busy, and didn't super have the brainpower to spare paying too much attention to this whole thing. So he said it and didn't think much about it. Goliath looked sad when he looked up at him, the Queen was looking away, and Huntsman had his back to him, but he saw him go rigid. So he assured Goliath that he wasn't sad about it or anything. He'd come to terms with it. Some people were just... born to be bachelors.

He'd turned back to his work and heard Huntsman stalk off, and, after a moment's pause, the Queen follow after him.

Goliath's gaze was drilling a hole into his back.

“Something wrong?”

“No uh- I was just... I was just wondering..” his large friend(? Coworker?) fidgeted around and rubbed the back of his head. “Are you Sure? How do- How do you know? I mean... You've said yourself you don't remember most of your life when you were human...” The topic grated on him far more than any talk of Soulmates did. That WAS something that bothered him quite a lot about himself actually, that he knew close to nothing about himself before that time. He tried to tell himself it didn't matter, The others tried to assure him it didn't matter. He was theirs now so what did it matter who he was before. So it was actually a little weird now that he thought about it, that Goliath was suddenly asking him over something like that. He raised a brow at the big guy.

“I mean I suppose it's POSSIBLE that I had one while I was still human and lost that memory when I became a spider...” he huffed, and... honestly the idea hadn't ocurred to him. “I mean... it feels a little far fetched though, doesn't it? It's not THAT weird for someone to not have a soulmate, and if I had one...”

If he'd had someone whom could be so close to him, know him as well as they knew themselves... If he didn't have to put everything through a filter of 'sounding normal' and just... being understood...

“I don't think that's something that can be forgotten... right? Once you know who your soulmate is that's not something you can un-know...”

…

Right?