#hes so scary. and that’s not even his corruption form

[sacredartist33013]

Okay since we're doing some psionic talk i obviously need to cover the dangerous psychic power of all... The power of mind control. Whether it be possession,brainwashing,hypnosis,or some kind of corruption or puppeteering it's a very scary concept done up in a lot of ways. And to show just how many ways one can bend a mind to their whim were gonna look at 2012 tmnt and see every time(to my memory) that the hamato clan got mentally manipulated and controlled in some way shape or form... Keep in mind despite it being the show i know the most about im not a picture perfect record of all of 2012 turtle shenanigans so i might miss some ones.

But let's start going by season with what i remember mind control wise. And what better place to start then with season 1

Season 1

I'll say it right away... Every single season has at least some mind control element to it.

But our very first look at mind control comes from season 1s rat king himself. Dr falco had the power to control any kind of rat, which sadly included the turtles beloved sensei himself.

The next(and final) mind control comes to us in the form of a mutated insect. A parasitic wasp that once it stings you will make you it's slave to it's egg(and if that infected person bites someone they get infected as well and can spread it) ultimately the slave's fate is to get eaten by the baby that comes from the egg. This was also a case of 1 against against 3 controlled. This time it was mikey vs his bros and he ended up curing them. But that's season 1 down and a decent start of the tally(yes at the end of this post we have a tally for who has been messed with the most)

Season 2

And this time we have not 1 but two cases of 1 brother against the others(and the last time i think we'll see mikey solo saving his brothers) as well as what might be the very first time we ever see mystic powers in 2012 period.

But let's start with who came before the mystical evil spirit... Pizzaface(one of the only times i see no complaints from anyone about mikeys naming of the mutant. The man even complimented mikey for his name) in this case pizza face brainwashed all of new york city(so a much bigger step then just controlling 3 trained ninjas or a master rat sensei)with brainwashing(and living!) pizza that would eventually make his pizza craving zombies not only follow his command but also get eaten by him... If we didn't see pizzaface again in season 4 or his tony form after mikey ate most of his body(and yes that means mikey ate a man. We have one mikey who we know technically killed an evil man(his father) and one who ate an evil man(the pizza man who i think is where the turtles usually got their pizza) I'm not gonna try to count all of 2003 mikeys crimes let's leave that to processionals) i would understand everyone thinking mikey made it up. But he didn't and now we all wonder if they ever found out(probably if he took a pic of pizzaface in the episode he met mondo)

Our final case of successful mind control happens to also be the first time we see mystic mind control(we won't see that again for awhile) as well as our first seeing of the mystic arts. The evil chinese spirit Ho chan. Who btw is from the very episode who started my crusade of looking into all the tomes they got messed with. Ho chan came to pop up when the purple dragons(who are literally not even the main character's this episode according to the wiki. They're side characters) released him from a dagger he was imprisoned in. He planned to drain april of her psychic powers and even gave power to the 3 dragons who released him(and those cool hats you see on the turtles) before eventually taking them away and instead giving the powers of wind,lightning and thunder to mikey,leo and raph respectively. Leaving donnie to be the one fighting 3 mind called bros this time. Only they're toted as being invincible and he has help in the form of casey(who he doesn't even get along with and is still in the 'there gonna fight to be April's boyfriend' phase of their lives) but since it was so close to the episodes end we didn't get allot of time for these guys.

Christ this is a long section On to season 3!

Season 3

Why am i counting the speed demon car? Well it did control donnies body and mutated him when it ate him and merged themselves(that and i have another case of this later on as well. We can also count this as corroptive) but the highlight of this season(and probably one of the more notorious mind control things) is the genetically engineered brainworms made by stockman that not only took control of some of the hamato clans allies but also raph and karai as well(leading eventually to the literal saw parody where everyone could have died even more) thankfully we don't see these guys ever again after this season to my memory. At least we know healing hands apparently helps you detox and purge an actual mutant worm that looks like it burrows into your eye.

Onto season 4. And it might shock you.

Season 4

This time we're discussing the corruption type of mind control. And a little possession on the side. As well as the most psychic based mind control we've seen in the series(which is interesting... Might add that to my list of tallies for this post) but here we have the aeon home planet and an aeon herself. Za naron(or of your a marvel nerd, aprils dark phoenix saga. As well as further evidence all sentient psychic forces or spirits love to bond/possess and almost always corrupt red haired psychics!)

The planet itself mostly just amplifies your existing anger while also making you angry in return(i think that had to do with the actual item april got a piece of that eventually corrupted her. The soul star) but that anger is enough to make someone hurt and nearly kill there friends and family.

And when it comes to za naron her spirit inside the star was corrupted and so april also eventually got corrupted till za naron got majority custody and donnie got atomized for the majority of the 2 parter.

Yeah this might be a good reason to not give a mind controlled slave person enchantments or powers.

But let's move onto the final season. Season 5

Season 5

(If i didn't have a 10 photo limit you'd dracula as well) season 5 not only has the most mind control instances for us to see but also the last few instances of mystic control and a corruptive one as well.

Let's start with jei. In ways he's both stronger and weaker than ho shen. Stronger in that his mind control happened multiple times and he literally pulled the turtles into a crossover between dimensions.... But weaker in the fact that he didn't give them any extra oomf like shen did back in season 2. Either jei couldn't because he's still a mortal and bound by flash,he had confidence in their abilities even while puppeted,or he was paranoid enough not to do so.

The last mystic controller is A case of supernatural mind control that resulted in enchantments. it's dracula himself. Overwriting peoples personalities and controlling them. Making vampires. He even got 4 of the hamatos before mikey killed him and saved everyone dracula controlled(which is the final time i remember where mikey saves people from mind control) but we still have one more

Mutant apocalypse leo. Whose is a very large example of being corrupted. In this case very similar to the aeon planet he was a rage machine.

And now we can finally tally up the scores.

11 mind controls throughout 5 seasons. And out of the 11(with some taking multiple slots)

6 are scientific and or engineered(jesus)

6 are corruptive

3 are mystical

3 are psionic

1 is posession

And for how many times each hamato got corrupted

Raph takes the trauma trophy for being messed with a grand total of 7 out of 11 times(lord i wanna hug him. Or make mikey hug him)

Leo comes in hot with a solid 6 out of 11 tones so this is one trauma trophy the fearless leader doesn't get

Donnie comes in next with a tie in for leos score with a 6 out of 11. Can anyone say 2012 disaster twins!

And mikey comes in last of his brothers with a total of 3 out of 11. Quite commendable but not the lowest score

April comes in tied with mikey with a 3 out of 11.

And casey has a solid 2 out of 11... But we have someone even lower.

Master splinter takes the golden cheesicle for only getting sucessfully mind controlled 1 time out of 11!

🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉 give a round of applause for our favorite troll of a sensei.

@brightlotusmoon @fire-fira @brain-rot-tmnt @technicallysublimechild

I hope my friends that You all enjoy this cause this stupid post got progress deleted 4 separate times,and error posted itself in the middle of me writing season 4s section!

Tumblr hated my post so please i hope you all enjoy it.(also sorry for the privating to finish this post getting rid of your like @brightlotusmoon i just wasn't ready yet)

[sugarcarnation]

eldritch horror chuuya is literally so good you guys

[wings-of-sapphire]

Warning: Wish spoilers, The Owl House S3E1 “Thanks to Them” spoilers

Chose to turn this into a pic bc I didn’t want to spoil anything for people but yes, it is reminiscent of the ToH scene

However while we got to know Flapjack, and saw him as a beautiful living being who brought Hunter out of the darkness and became his best friend, we didn’t really know a lot about Sakina

I think that’s one of the many things Wish suffered from, the short time constraint. We didn’t really get to know any of the cast personally, and Sakina saying “this is grief” when seeing her literal hopes and dreams get crushed into oblivion, no hope of getting them back or knowing that part of her ever again…

Maybe seeing Sakina visually go grey, or silent, or sob, instead of immediately comforting Asha after on the boat would’ve given the scene more impact. So while the scenes are reminiscent of each other, Flapjack’s was a lot more personal while Sakina’s was… something that didn’t seem to truly break her as it did Hunter (and the rest of the Owl audience, shsksjakjsjs I’m sobbing)

[screampied]

JAILBREAK. — SUGURU GETO. ☆

synopsis. you hate your job as a part time correctional officer. things change once you have to “babysit” one of the dangerous criminals of the a-block floor, suguru geto. but girl, maybe sleeping with an egotistical cocky ass inmate might have been your biggest mistake yet.

wc. 5.5k

warnings. modern au, fem!reader, pwp, inmate geto, corruption kink, degradation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, geto has a tongue piercing, hair pulling, praise, overstim, reader’s kinda delulu

an. thank uuu @osaemu for beta readin someee!! inmate geto is my new hyperfixation omge

it was as if each shift became longer and longer, your daily occupation, nothing special, nothing fancy, just a correctional officer at some high maintenance prison near the city.

the stench of musk and sweat wafted around you, such a reoccurrence that it was practically normal. it was around midnight, as how most of your shifts were, and as you trod towards the secluded darkened space for only the inmates dangerous to themselves and others, you intake a breath before swiping your key near your hip, preparing to unlock the glass-like metal steel door.

“oh,” you close the door behind you, and that familiar deep voice does something to you.

what…?

you don’t know, but it had such bass in it, you turned to face the inmate, no one other than suguru geto. “…yo,” he mocks, giving you a sly head nod, his eyes scan up and down your body, your uniform and then your own meets his pursed lips. somehow, he managed to find a cigarette. again. “hmpf. they got the newbie watchin' me again? you do know that gun on your hip isn’t a toy, right?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you walked towards him with his daily meal in hand. “yeah and i’m not afraid to use it on you if necessary.”

“ooh. rookie’s got jokes, that’s cute.” he grins.

you murmured, and he only smiles, he knows you didn’t mean that, he pissed you off, even if he wasn’t saying anything exactly. pulling out your staff notepad checklist of where you usually kept track of all the inmates attendance and meals, you uttered, “but anyways…” you blowed, “no one fed you today, suguru. you must be starving.”

“yeah, 'm starvin’ ‘n more ways than you can imagine, princess,” geto hums, and you suddenly freeze once the inmate stands up firm and tall. he’s just so damn big—broad wide shoulders, long slight shaggy dark toned hair, and with a split-second gaze, you look near geto’s orange jumpsuit. the bulge, yeah you spotted that immediately, but his tattoos…

his fucking tattoos.

“can you at least try to behave for a few minutes.” you sighed, and he's already getting on your last nerve. he could tell too…and damn was he was just getting nothing but pure amusement from your sheer irritation.

“eh, depends,” he speaks in a low gruff, his attention was on you and only you, raising his darkened thin arched brows before his lips converge into a witty smirk. “ya gonna feed me my food, babe? oh, you should know. poor inmate like me can’t feed myself when i’m all,” and he pauses while speaking, placing his hands in his lap — giving his wrists a slight shimmy and you hear the metal dance against his skin. “…handcuffed.”

it took everything within you to not smack this arrogant suave bastard, geto flirted with you whatever chance he got, with no shame either. you’re a pretty girl, well mannered, yet never took anyone’s shit, he liked that about you.

your job wasn’t to be taken lightly, it could be considered scary at times with the various inmates you have to deal on a day to day basis, but simply, you were just a girl with an attitude. but he wasn’t fond of brats, especially brats like you.

“…fine,” you mumbled, making your way towards him. he sat on the steel uncomfortable bed that was as usual, never made. geto practically lived in solitary confinement, they don’t call him the suguru geto for a reason. his name was known amongst many, he was feared worldwide. geto wasn’t exactly a good guy, far from it actually.

he’s a criminal and his record was… definitely spine chilling to say the least. “don’t try anything, just open your mouth.”

“hm, alright then.” he happily complies, his demeanor changes just a bit, and he’s more playful. geto opens his mouth just slightly and you spot tiny dimples form near the corners of his lips, and you gradually stick the spoon into his mouth, feeding him whatever food was made for the inmates of the night.

baked mash potatoes, geto stated it was one of his favorites and you just so happened to remember. a smile forms on his lips as you feed him. your eyes darted towards him, and now he’s just staring intimately at you.

that smirk that forever rested against his pink thinly parted lips.

“m-mhm.” he grunts, and your eyes widen just a bit, he was messing with you, and you don’t even realize geto’s got his hand gripped on your waist. stroking a thumb against your belt, you felt the feeling of him rubbing all against the firearm that was strapped tightly on you.

before you could smack his hand, geto swiftly brings you on top of his lap, stealing out a gasp from you at how quick he was with his movements. the silver spoon sticks out his mouth before you take it out, only to return him with an irritated glare.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you uttered, growing quite embarrassed yet trying to maintain a level-head.

“told ya,” he grumbles, swiping a tongue against the excess mash potatoes that remained near his lips. “i’m hungry, babe. that was good, but i’m not satisfied. i need more.”

“inmates in solitary confinement aren’t allowed to have seco—”

“pretty girl, you know what i’m talkin’ about,” geto chuckles, and you shiver a bit from feeling the soft pads of his thumb brush against the belt of your waist again. you were in uniform but this entire position was so dirty. not to mention, it’s not like this place of the prison was exactly secluded. it was, but there was bound to be people were walking by. “i’ve been seein’ the way you stare at me.”

he was just infuriating, but you didn’t know how to reply so…you didn’t. you just sat there on the inmate’s lap, with a quite dumb expression and he’s just eating it up. “geto—”

“it’s just you ‘n me, girl,” he slyly whispers, and his voice drops just a bit as he stops you from speaking. his touch against your waist just gave you more and more goosebumps. all the way up until you felt it. geto infamous boner that hid beneath his jumpsuit. he’s been incarcerated for at least three years now, in and out. he was for sure horny. you could just tell from his seductive gaze. “don’t gotta be shy. was waiting for you to show up if ‘m being honest. you’re not like the rest, y’know?”

that’s when you gasp, realizing his handcuffs were off — he must have took the key from your pocket, because he was just feeling you up now. you let off a surprised noise once you felt geto starting to make you grind against his lap, feeling his hefty bulge.

“sugu-” you mumbled, and he’s just staring at you with a sly grin pressing onto his lips, only before he leans directly up close to your neck, giving a part near your collarbone a soft deep suck.

you whine from feeling the near sharp edges of his teeth lightly dig into your skin, playfully.

“mhm, pretty thing like you isn’t fit to be workin’ here. cutesy little prison guard,” he sung, his warm breath wafts against your skin, “crushin’ on your inmates is real unprofessional, ya know. you could get fired.”

he was right, you could get fired. and perhaps he wasn’t lying about the second part too—you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t find suguru geto the slightest bit of attractive. because he was, he and you both knew it.

“don’t be stupid. i’m not crushing on you,” you denied, yet embarrassingly enough, your eyes widen at feeling geto air your words — his thick stubby fingers, two of them specifically runs down between your legs and you gasp again. “are you…crazy? there could be cameras in here.”

“so.”

“so? you’re trying to get me fired?” you raised your eyebrows, sitting up from his lap, and he’s playing with you entirely. stroking a rough scarred hand down your back. if it was any other inmate, you’d barely give them a second glance.

geto gives you direct eye contact, and he looks so handsome and lean back, but his messy long black strands of bangs nearly covers his eyes, making him appear to be ten times more feared.

“maybe,” then he chuckles. “it’s okay, if it makes ya feel any better. i fantasized about you at least once or twice while being secluded from the other inmates in this hellhole. i prefer you over the other annoying officers who’re always givin’ me shit.”

you were about to speak but suddenly you couldn’t—you realized how close you were to geto, propped up on his lap, propped up on his bulge. were you really throbbing right now? oh you definitely were.

pulsing, itching, aching.

“soooo, when was the last time you got laid?”

this guy.

“excuse me?” you stammer, entirely being taken aback. such smug fell off his tone, he cocked his head a certain way to let you know he was being genuine. in his own way, of course.

geto’s always been one to flirt with you whenever it was your shift to supervise him. his comments were always so bold. he’d purposely pitch his tone a bit low whenever he spoke to you, no one else. perhaps it was the incarcerated felon crushing on you.

“you heard me,” he mutters, giving you a sly glance. he ghosts a few fingers against your waist. you still don’t know why you’re happily sitting on his lap, but you were comfortable to say the least. “with your long hours i pretty much figure you don’t even have time to finger yourself, let alone get laid. poor baby.”

“…just shut up.” you chastised, his soothing warm words, the way he delivered those last two words as a form of mockery. it made you throb, you pinched yourself, feeling yourself grow out to be hot. 

“make me, girl.” he faked a pout on his lips, almost as if his speech was purposely dumbing you down, solely from the tone. geto teasingly cocks his head towards the right and a teeny smile stretched against his lips. 

and you did. 

he was just poking fun at you—you loathed it, the tension between you and geto, his expressions were relaxed and smug like you won’t do anything. 

so, what did you do? 

you silenced him…with a kiss. 

he’s taken aback, you’re taken aback, you don’t know what came over you but you just couldn’t stand him talking. 

his sly grin, you desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. geto leans back against his bunk. his breath gets caught in his throat with the way you initiated the lustful kiss, parting your mouth open just a bit. 

you can feel geto reaching for the firearm near your hip but with quick reflexes you smack his hand, and he chuckles, pulling you closer towards him. 

he tasted sweet, with a tang of spice. leaning his head forward, he felt your warm breath shudder against him which makes him let off a low grunt once he feels you start to rock against his lap.

geto didn’t expect for you to trail a finger down his jumpsuit. the soft nearly wrinkled fabric, unbuttoning it and he shudders at how you’re all frisky and bold. 

“easy now officer,” he whispers before pulling away, lips pink and glistening with a bit of spit. his voice was a mere rasp and it made you throb. “when i said make me, that’s not what i meant,” and then he smiles, tugging on your work pants. “but you’re something else. take off those pants, i’ve been meaning to show you something.”

geto wanted to show you his tongue, specifically his tongue piercing. not necessarily show you but make you feel it. 

when you kissed him, you felt it tickle against you. the tasteless titanium rubbing against your tongue. it left you all hot and bothered. 

he had you currently laid flat on your back, an entire needy mess, despite it only being a few minutes. how embarrassing…

it was just the way he curled his tongue, flicking it against your pussy, he’s sloppy. two big hands squeeze and grip against your inner thighs, long strands prickling against your legs as he swirled his tongue against your slit. 

“f-fuck,” you’d gasp out, tilting your neck down to stare at geto. he’s already returning your eyes with a coltish glance, puckering his lips briefly to create kissed everywhere between your legs. your hands rummaged through his long silk hair. giving it a firm tug, that earns a low grunt from geto that makes you pulse even more. “tickles, suguru.”

“does it?” he purrs in a cheeky tone, slowly flicking his tongue against your clit—you jounce, a gasp gets caught in your throat at the way the piercing shifts against your folds. the slight coldness of it makes your thighs ache for more “mhm. can’t get enough.”

you pant, tugging and gripping roughly on his hair, geto’s nose deep, his tongue was so greedy. it was just the way he grazed and moved his tongue against your labia. your two sweet flaps, you grew more whiny by the second. 

“s-suguru,” you’d squeak, biting down on your lip. you knew how wrong this was, so why did it turn you on even more? “think…think ‘m getting close.”

“yeah yeah, keep your legs open.” he cuts you off, and you stare down at him. he’s so nasty with his tongue, taking a brief second to spit right on your cunt, dragging a thumb between your slit. “do you get wet like this for all your other inmates?”

you stared down at him, feeling yourself grow more and more aroused by the second—your response was just giving him a subtle head shake. “no, just you.”

“just me?” he repeats, lowering his voice and it’s so attractive. “maybe you really are crushin’ on me.”

“shut up..” you hissed. your breathing started to become more and more erratic, your ears rang and you pulsed from how close you were starting to approach towards your orgasm. 

geto’s entire chin was polished with your sweet slick—covered in nothing but all of it. such a messy eater, each time you tug on his long strands of hair. his husky pitched groans continued to make you pulse.

his piercing slowly lapped against your cunt, and you gasped at the feeling of him inserting a finger inside slowly. 

“ooh, ‘s close isn’t it?” he teases, peppering kisses near your thighs now, nibbling on it playfully with his teeth. “you gonna make a mess for me? slutty prison guard?” 

“y-yes.” you squirmed, your hands idly dragging him closer against your pussy. he chuckles, his technique snatching your breath away quite literally. “suguru… gonna come. wanna cum.”

he lays his tongue flat, lapping and lapping against your clit, giving it a long sweet suck to where his mouth starts watering from the taste and you moan. “ask nicer. where’s your manners huh?”

“p-please,” you whined, growing frustrated, so pent up—your walls clenched around the two fingers he now had buried deep into your cunt. you whimper from the mere stimulation, the way he toys with your g-spot with his lengthy slender fingers had you throbbing pathetically. “let me cum please, s-suguru.”

“oh but i don’t know,” the inmate teases, using his free hand to pry open your thighs a bit more. the cute pout that spread across your lips at his words was so adorable, “aw poor baby,” he hums, playfully blowing against your pussy to watch you writhe in pleasure and utter desperation. “you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

“suguru, please, please..” you whimpered, not even caring how you sounded. your sweet voice reverberated against the walls of the secluded kept room, own words coiling at your throat. 

he smiles. “how about this,” and for a terse moment…he stares right at you. with his tongue going over his lips, savoring your taste. “i let you cum, you promise to get me out of here.”

….

help him break out? 

all this so you could orgasm….

you swallowed, chest heaving and your legs felt nearly nonexistent. geto looked serious though, brushing a thumb against your sloppy clit. he awaited your answer and you were deep in pondering thought.

you’d for sure get fired, then again you did hate your job. 

the fact that you were even contemplating letting an inmate break out just to cum. you just wanted a release so bad, the way his tongue lapped against your pussy, the smooth texture of it flicking back and forth to where your toes curl. you wanted more, and maybe it was a bit concerning that you started to not even care about your profession anymore. 

“promise..”

“oh..?” he slyly remarks, for sure you were gonna at least deny or call him crazy, but a straight answer. he was amused—and the needy look on his face was all he needed to see. “hm, it’s a deal then. go ahead ‘n cum, pretty girl.”

your back arched in ecstasy, he’s holding onto your hips departing his fingers from inside you, and just his tongue’s doing the main finish. you shuddered as you felt yourself vibrate and twitch. the build up had you clenching around nothing but air. “f-fuck…” 

scorching, your body radiated and carried so much heat around it, your eyes started to roll and roll towards the very depths of your head. once you came, you slump back against the rickety mattress, one hand still firmly maintaining its grip on geto’s hair. 

“there there, ‘s okay,” he slyly purrs, making sure to clean you with his tongue. for a split second his eyes close, and geto brings a few kisses against your folds before sitting up to stare down at you. “c’mere.”

you sit up, giving geto a cute needful glance, you craved more and he knew that. you leaned in to kiss him, and he returns it with such filthy passion. geto’s handsy, his slick-smeared lips ghost against yours before he deepens it. a groan gets caught in his throat, and you whine once you feel him lay you down on your back.

he leans up against you and eagerly, you give the orange fabric pants of his jumpsuit a cute tug, a sign for him to take it off. 

“such an impatient little thing,” he murmurs right into your mouth. you whined, wanting him to keep kissing you but he keeps breaking away purposely, watching your lips quiver in desire. “how bad do you want me?”

“s-suguru.” you pouted, your hand finding its way towards his bulge. the strain in his pants, all because of you. 

“don’t ‘suguru’ me,” he rasps in a mocking tone, his body pressed against yours. and only then did you realize the size difference, how buff and well toned geto was. he was an inmate after all, he always had a consistent workout schedule. geto’s dark eyes stare into yours before he brushes a thumb against your glossed lips. “talk to me nice in that pretty voice of yours. you want me? say it then.”

the disappointed pout you had displayed on your lips remained there as you spoke, only to hear how whiney and desperate you were. 

“i want you suguru, please.” you sigh. 

“girl…you’re so unprofessional,” he snickers, a swift snicker leaves from his lips before you hear him shuffle in his suit. pulling down his matched set pants, he tugs near the edge and it goes down. “feel how hard you make me, officer.”

and you let out a soft gasp. 

geto lightly grabs you by the neck, and you let off a needy moan once he starts to rub your face against his boxers. the very imprint of his bulge. “all your fault. got me throbbin’ for you...”

“suguru,” you whined, a small pout spreading on your lips each second he continued to tease you. “suguru, s-stop teasing me.”

“just jokin’,” you plop down on your chest, the moment he lightly shoves you forward against the plush-cushioned bed frame. it creaked from the movements, quite rickety. “oh wow,” he utters in a low voice — quickly averting his eyes towards your work pants, briefly pulling them down to come full-view of your ass. “do correctional officers just…not wear panties or…?”

you let off a moan, feeling him skim a few fingers against your ass, holding back a noise once he presses the leaky fat tip of his cock against your throbbing entrance. 

“i…i forgot.” you whined, mouth watering — you wanted more than anything for him to be inside already. “i was rushing.”

“uh huh,” geto rolls his eyes, and you stared directly at him. the plump fat head of his swiped against your wet folds, a few taps and you were about to go crazy. “ooh. look at you trying to rush me.” 

he was such a tease, you could hear the playfulness in his tone. as geto hovered over you, he took a few moments before slowly easing his way inside you. 

his jaw clenches, and it’s sexy…

the way his muscles would tense all because of you. you were panting, legs just dumbly sprawled out. maybe it was unprofessional, participating in sexual activities with an inmate—yet, you just couldn’t help yourself. all the built up tension surrounding between the two of you. perhaps it was bound to happen. 

“fuck, ‘s warm..” he grunts, and he’s just barely halfway in. you chewed near the inside of your lip, nails clawing down his buff arms and he starts to pant himself. geto was huge. emphasis on huge. 

his happy trail was mesmerizing to look at, the way he had slightly black curly hair coating near the lower half of himself. it was well trimmed, yet much visible to see. the more he gently makes his way inside your cunt, you felt every mean inch. the curve geto had—it was hefty, you felt yourself starting to drool. 

a single vein throbbed, and you felt it. geto bites his tongue marginally. and once he’s fully in, he gives you a coy expression. 

“may i move, officer?” he snickers. 

“p-please.” you whimpered. 

“okay.” he hums, and the bass to his voice was just enough to get you wet. far wetter than you already were. such smoothness dripped from it, it was a deep pitch that always made your heart flutter and sink. 

once he starts up just a single thrust, your body jolts back and you gasp—finding your arms to suddenly grab onto him. 

geto chuckles. “dramatic thing, aren’t you.” you moaned, nails continuing to drag down how skin as you’re laid flat against your back. the angle was so deep and thorough, each hit against your pussy had your kind spasming. in an entire frenzy of you will. 

he leans in to pepper kisses all over your face, strands of his hair that was out tickled against your skin. by this point, he’s buried deep. your head goes back a bit and…oh, that same curve that he had, it continuously made an appearance. 

geto was buried between your legs, hefty sack just thwacking against you. your legs were perfectly bent, shoulder width apart. “f-fuck,” you’d stammer, suddenly clamping all around him. it took a few deep vigorous thrusts, but at this point he’s got your pussy memorizing his lengths size. geto spreads his knees for a more thorough base, his movements were so sloppy you could barely think straight. let alone process anything. “suguru, ‘s right there.”

“right there what?” he teases, leaning in to nibble near the bottom of your lip. the thin fabric of his jumpsuit brushes against your skin—you were just a mess. pulse after pulse, you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was short circuiting. “i can’t hear ya when you mumble, baby.”

“fucking-” you spat, and he chuckles once you’re cut off with a deep kiss. geto vary’s his stance against you, and slides his tongue all throughout your mouth. it’s a rough and passionate kiss—so much so to where, he has you catching his breath. once you pull away, you moan, being brought back to reality from his ruthless smacks he’s making with his dick. “keep…keep hitting me there.”

he hums, giving your bottom lip a slow playful bite again, still ramming his hips against you at such a filthy pace. “is that an order?”

he was so annoying, that two second glance he’d give you—a smirk pressing against his lips, he definitely knew how to get under your skin. “please,” you corrected yourself, nails still running down his back. it pierced against his skin, earning a low husky grunt from him. “keep hitting me in that s-spot, suguru.”

“since ya asked so nicely,” he purrs, sneaking another kiss. this time near the very corner of your mouth. the taste was just glacé, sweet and all. simply divine.

you moaned into his mouth, and as his body weight pressed against yours — you shivered. he’s such a tease, geto starts to lightly ghost your cell keys against your bare tummy. your back arched immediately, the coldness of it just grazing against your skin. “you’re so sensitive.”

his soft, teasing words rang throughout your ears, and as you clung onto him—you felt yourself coming closer and closer. he gripped onto your legs, slightly raising them upward and you moan from the deep deep angled. “o-oh my god.” 

geto’s shallow mean strokes had your eyes rolling all the way back….way back to the very depths of your skull. if you weren’t drooling then, you certainly were now.

the moment he sees you pouting from how he cockily starts to slow down—geto pushes a bit more deeper, grinning from your legs now locking around his waist. 

moments later though, you both freeze at hearing the sound of footsteps approaching near the solitary steel door. 

right when you about to orgasm, you both stare at each other — and it’s another officer. you could tell by the loud echo of the keys dangling against their hips. 

“officer, you alright? been in there a while. we’re finishing up roll call then it’s time for the inmates to sleep.”

shit. 

you couldn’t stay quiet, that’d be suspicious, and you knew you had to say something. geto chuckles, still buried balls deep inside of you, leaning in to give your neck a long suck. your hands ran through his hair and you bit your lip, trying to muster up what to say. 

“your subordinate’s talking to you,” geto teases, and you gasp from how he suddenly pistons his hips, such sloppy ruthless thrusts your breath was merely taken away. “don’t be a rude girl.”

“s-shut up,” you whined, putting a hand in his face and he playfully kisses it. you stop a moan from escaping your lips before you project your voice lightly. “uh, yeah. everything’s good. inmate suguru geto’s asleep. i’m just—just finishing up then i’ll take care of his dishes.”

“alright,” the lower rank replies, and your legs start to shake and jostle against geto. he’s staring at you, just wanting for you to slip up. a few awkward seconds pass before the officer continues to speak. “are we still on for tonight?”

you gulped, and geto raises his brows before whispering into your neck. “…oh, tonight, yeah?”

by all means, you felt so embarrassed, heat rises up to your cheeks as if your entire body wasn’t already burning up from his weight pressing down against you.

you ended up cumming mid-convo, and had to cover your mouth to not be so noisy. you clenched all around geto, just a twitching and spasming mess. 

“y-yeah, we are.”

“good, good,” he speaks through the other end of the closed steel door. poor officer, he sounds so ecstatic, a bit of confidence running through his tone. “i’ll see you then, pumpkin.”

geto blurted out laughing and you had to slap a hand against his mouth. the moment the coast is clear and he walks away, you glare and he simpers. 

“pumpkin,” he repeats, mimicking your co-workers accent. “i didn’t know you had plans. have me looking like a fool, hmpf.”

“my private life isn’t your busin—” and you get cut off once geto abruptly sits you upright, to where you’re just straddling him. you moan, your cunt still being stuffed full of his thick inches — and for a moment, you felt his vein prod against you. 

geto groans, seeing how your pupils were all dilated from your recent release. “yeahhh, it isn’t,” he says, grabbing ahold of your waist. you’re rocking back and forth and he’s so thick that you’re just completely cockdrunk and dizzy. “but ‘m having too much fun with you.”

you gasp once you feel the back of geto’s hand roughly smack your ass again, and again, and again. he loves the recoil — you hiss from the sting as your hips roll and maneuver against his lap. “you’re such a dirty girl. i don’t want you to go on that date. stay with me.”

“y-you can’t be serious.” you muttered, arms thrown over his neck. and for a brief moment, it was almost as if you heard a faint of jealously lingering on his tone. it made you throb, this high and mighty notorious inmate feeling this way…for a nobody like you. 

“dead serious, baby,” he utters, and you can sense geto’s close too from the way his jaw tightens. his head tilts back and he bites down on his lip. “that way i won’t be less lonely. talking to the wall ‘n everything.”

oh right, he was in solitary confinement. purposely secluded from the other guards and inmates. geto was considered a danger, yet here you were — stupidly bouncing on his dick. 

“but ‘m not so lonely now that you’re here,” he coos against your ear, and you whimper once he drags a hand down between your legs. he gives your pussy a few mean spanks and you whimpered. “fuck, keep moaning in my ear like that ‘n i’m gonna give you so much of my cum.”

“i need it.” you pleaded, tears swelling up in your eyes, you genuinely didn’t know what got over you — your body was so achy, each time he traced his fingers down your body, you whined. you didn’t care anymore, you just wanted to be filled. 

geto groans, and his hefty base kept smacking back against you, your hips jerked as you tightly held onto him, marking up the very inner part of his neck with soft bite marks. 

“f-fine,” he grumbles, and his voice gets a bit high, he’s growing out to be sensitive from the pressure building up. he even gets a tad bit whiney himself. the constant skin smacking makes him kiss his teeth, and his head throws back yet again—long pretty hair flowing against his shoulders. “god, you’re so fuckin’ nasty. riding me this g-good.”

you even start to tug on his hair, and that makes him moan even more. not like he minded. it turned him on, needless to say. 

once geto came, it was thick, so much that it instantly spilled out of your cunt. you paused your hips, and he silenced his groans by grunting against your neck. he’s shaking just as much as you were — and it came out in velvety ropes, spurting and spurting. 

“take it all,” he hisses, gripping onto your waist tightly. you whimper, grinding against him just for a few seconds and he’s for once speechless. “damn, those hips of yours is so deadly, fuck.”

you whined, sitting up and he pulls out of you, watching his own cum spill and drip out. geto brings a thumb towards your clit to smear it all over your pussy, an image that was a something he’d never erase from his mind. 

you panted, hitting your back against his bunk while geto leans in to kiss you deeply. you kissed back, dragging your tongue against his, feeling his warm breath fan against yours before he pulls away with a weary expression. 

“good girl,” he murmurs, peppering a soft kiss near the side of your mouth. “remember my promise?” 

“yeah.” you exhale, trying to catch your breath. your legs felt like jello — head clouded and entirely empty, not a single thought in your mind. 

he smiles. “good. because i forgot to tell ya something else,” and you stare at him, a soft confused head tilt, watching him re-adjust his jumpsuit, pulling his boxers and pants part up. “have fun being in solitary by yourself.”

“wait w-what?” you stammer, and reaches the door, your own keys in hand — and you couldn’t have felt anymore stupid. geto chuckles, with a sly shrug. “princess, you were so gullible. letting me take your keys,” and he unlocks the huge latch before grinning. “but hey, don’t feel too bad. you have a date tonight.”

you glare, overwhelmed with emotions before spitting out a, “fuck you.”

“you literally just did,” he wriggles his eyebrows. “don’t worry. i’ll come back for you,” and then he opens the steel door.

yet before slamming it, he gives you a wink and that same sly grin. “nah i’m just kidding, no i won’t. sorry.”

[killa-cookie]

I want the story of the gluttony au please please please author chan

Author chan is killing me CANNIBALISM MENTIONS!

New tags: killaswork, gluttony au, Temperance reader

Ever since Shadow Milk corrupted you, things weren't the same anymore. You had the dying urge to consume as much as you wanted, no... Just consume without end.

You wanted to take different lands all for yourself, you wanted to EAT your own kind, you wanted so MUCH treasures.

That poor little GingerBrave gang was so worried, about Temperance. But Temperance is no more. GLUTTONY has arrived, suck it up Pure Vanilla.

—

So basically, pure vanilla doesn't become truthless recluse in this au— Since Temperance was the one who got corrupted instead

Yes, Gluttony becomes a cannibalistic beast. Kind of scary if you ask me, probably the scariest of beasts. You know how Temperance has a long cloak in their concept art? Yeah that cloak is torn, why? They ate some bits of it.

To be honest even burning spice is scared of Gluttony, a cookie who eats other cookies? Now that's something.

No, gluttony isn't circled around ONLY on food, they are also circled around overconsumption. Like taking much of time on doing one thing that can be done in seconds, you prolong things. And that's also scary— because you prolong torture. Imagine slowly eating two cookies at once, eugh

THE BEASTS REACTIONS

I won't do the other beasts cause I have no idea what their personalities are like. Sowwy

MYSTIC FLOUR

— she was, quite surprised. Maybe even disappointed, she expected you not to turn into corruption too fast. And she clearly didn't expect Shadow Milk to be the one who turned you.

— but, nothing is eternal. Not even your pureness.

— she isn't used to seeing you so... Destructive. And she isn't used to seeing you eat cookies one by one, but she is glad that you are with them now.

"this is a calamity, not even I couldn't tell that would happen."

BURNING SPICE

— woah your hotter now

— he knew you'd fall into corruption one way or another, also kind of dissatisfied you couldn't last longer. And he was the one who wanted to make you fall into corruption, in his hands.

— He likes you more in this... Chaotic form, you torturing others, no self control? He isn't used to this but he will be now I guess.

— I mean, he kind of misses your oh-so patient and self disciplined personality. But you were kind of strict with that back then.

"I like seein' this side of you, sugar..."

SHADOW MILK

— so damn proud of himself, like he made the oh-so great Temperance become GLUTTONY? Awh he's so flattered.

— now he's following you like a lost puppy, he's a little too excited about his creation. Well he didn't really create gluttony, he just helped you become it. But let him and his fantasies go.

— finds it cool that you're now not so held back, you're just releasing everything on poor innocent cookies. He wants you to unleash your wrath on Pure Vanilla to be honest.

— makes new nicknames absolutely

" oh, WOOWW. Guess someone's gonna steal my spotlight!"

" OH, munch-master at least let me make some cookies into my puppets! "

" Nom-nom nemesis could you please work for me—"

"No."

[sunflower1experiment]

The Doctor, will See You

Risk

It was quiet, you were quiet, it made him uncomfortable when you would acknowledge him with a nod and then walk past. Tending to the children, was it the fact that you lost this child or maybe you had finally accepted your fate. Whatever the plan was it was also affecting the toys too, Leith was less strict and more patient but the knowledge that you weren't actively seeking any forms of social bond made him worry. "Can you talk to me?"

Stella begs while holding your hand, you chuckle sadly. "No, stop trying and just work. Please."

Work, silence, feed, care, work, silence.....feed...?

Doey's neck stretches across his cell and ate some of the fruit you placed down, "You're feeding us? Why?" This was Kevin talking, the children were weary. You simply shake your head, "I'm doing this to tell you to live, keep rebelling, you're all smart and I...I'm doing what I can before I accept everything."

The boys stare at you through Doey, "What do you mean? Your voice isn't gentle, so why?"

"Kevin, Matthew, Jack...Doey. I don't think Harley or Prototype are good. So, I want you to take care of the children if things get...tense, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Every choice you make. Make sure to forgive yourself, okay? You're good kids." Doey flinches when you place one more food into his hand.

It was, colorful, like him a pretty fruit with colors and a variety of different tastes. "Peach..." He ate it curiously, relishing the different essences of sweetness.

Catnap was well difficult to speak with, you knew he held high expectations for Prototype and also didn't see you as anything other than a scientist, an adult. One that betrayed him, the food placed down was smacked away, "It's okay. You have every right to be angry."

He sneers at your words, just because you were "one of the good ones"

"You are no better, you are a scientist, you still stood beside him." Nodding at his words you sigh sadly.

"Maybe that was a signal, loving him and then getting attached to you all. That no matter how hard I try, I was more loyal to playtime than I was myself. I so badly wish to take your pain away. Sadly, the only thing I can do is this."

What did you mean!? Catnap watches you leave, Dogday stares in horror, "Catnap, did Prototype...." No, what did you mean!?

Were you leaving? No, you had a plan, something they wouldn't know about. Mommy places the fruits and vegetables aside when you returned. After everything, the truth, and now you and Harley were no more. What were you planning to do exactly? "Is there a reason you're so, quiet, planning in silence?"

"The plan is to give you all strength, and then, gather evidence." Mommy's eyes widen, she slinks over with a curious grin. "Evidence?"

"You are evidence, but the files are too." So that is why you were quiet and so obediently tame, of course this is merely as scary as any job with a corrupt background but to be on top and stay while hitting rock bottom. Yet here you are, giving food while ignoring Harley's calls.

Huggy leans in when your phone rings for the third time, you hold his cheek so he could remain still. His sharp teeth chew on the pears you feed him, sometimes he'd stand guard while you worked. Listening to the apologies or gentle words he wished to hear, when the experimentations happened. Did you even know of the pain? the anguish? The suffering everyone experienced at the hands of Harley, Eddie and Leith?

He could only smile while staring at you, your apologies meant something but in terms of actioner it would fall flat.

"tHe hOur oF jOy....yOu sHoUlD join..."

"I can't...I have to give the evidence to the public, you understand...I'm not sure what this hour will be but if you all plan to escape then I'll do everything I can to help."

Prototype envies your determined futility; him and Harley were alike that way. Harley loves your bleeding heart while Prototype's plan was meant to break you, turn you to hate humanity and maybe just maybe you could collaborate with him. Not out of love, or concern to commemorate you and him becoming allies, but because he needed eyes, ears, hands, and the ability to touch.

He then notes the ringing phone, that was once again in voicemail. Harley was growing more desperate.

Each one went straight to voicemail, or he'd find you in your office. Expecting coffee from you or a small smile of assurance, where did he go wrong? The day he truly went wrong was probably the last time you and him would share such warm embrace.

What happened? The files were placed down, evidence upon evidence and a video file to upload the truth to the world. Now all there is the door, but it was locked. Your body tenses, and in the back of your mind you prayed it wasn't what you thought it'd be. Whether you loved him or not, it was still...

It starts with a crash, a gunshot, yelling, what did Prototype do, words of who will cover this up fill your ears. How will he cover it up, then you ran in and knelt to Harley's side, holding him by the face.

Whether Harley wanted to or not, that was what made Leith, and you clash, he was usually bemused with your interaction with the toys.

Yet nothing bemused him more than seeing your teary-eyed face standing before him.

TW// Blood, gunshot, (Here we see his perspective of what happened. Meanwhile Leith gets his perception while the hour of joy is its own chapter), cursing, gore minors do not interact if you get weary at the mention of blood

Harley, Harley Sawyer, head scientist of the projects, facing betrayal, curiosity, discovery, love, failure, and isolation. Holding no sorts of humility and discipline as stated by Elliot, he struggles to reach the top of the ranks in playtime co. Striding to become better than those nobodies he called coworkers, the ones with bleeding hearts, soft like Elliot or not even capable to reach his intellect.

Many experiments, failure or not he knew he was the one carrying this company to success, then it was Quinn...

Quinn, he should've listened when he knew someone was opting to take this child in. Experiment 1166, aka Yarnaby. The obedience it displays....or he displays, was enough to make Sawyer "take" him in. That was his first mistake, "That boy Quinn, I really want to adopt him."

In one ear and out the other, this man was foolish. To even form a relationship with someone who held more humility, more humanity than him. How dare he ruin the concept of enamor for his partner to be or to not be.

He loved you, of course he did, that's why he kept you close. Someone needed to keep this family together, Harley, Quinn Yarnaby, you. His mind wanders to the baby, two months in...and to see your locked door, the fetus, the man wanted to yell at the scientist for not saving it. It could be of potential: What a sick twisted thought to have about your own child!

Harley breaths as he scraps the paperwork on the prototype, "sOmethiNg thE mATTER? DoCtor?"

"No, you and I both know that....So anything else you wish to express?" It chuckles, then taps the metallic fingers on the table. "You both loved each other so dearly, and you simply had to turn that boy into a toy....Criminals, sick, dying...Right? Potential toys. Or better yet Some sedation."

"Don't you ever use that voice against me! Damn it!" Harley slams his hands on the table, he hated that voice, because it belonged to you. Except you were crying, hugging his frame while he couldn't bear to see you making that pathetic sound. Even when the doctor had the audacity to find some sick amusement at Yarnaby's sounds....you were different.

It absolutely annoys Harley's soul knowing Stella held some form of kinship to you, the flowers expressed so many words. So, he tried as well, first it was a Clematis Jackmanii, you were enthralled by such beauty. Next the Iris, you returned this exchange with a Rosemary, so he got bolder, and he was before your office with a Tuberose. Your wide eyes and slightly startled demeanor rub him the wrong way until you show him a beautiful pink poppy. He holds it, silent....

That flower was now wilted, he was heartbroken or maybe he needed to try again. So, he foolishly offers a poppy flower. Your demeanor is unchanging, and your silence spoke so many words to him, truly the indifference you held to the doctor hurt more than any form of hatred.

All these puzzles and shifts to try and win you over again he simply moves onto work like you but not the way he'd expect. The incident, he simply had Boxy Boo cover his tracks, and he'd leave while everyone else was already home. Until he saw you, your eyes were wide the crashing, gunshots, what happened!?

But he could only focus on you, he tries to speak, then stops when you walk forward. Harley practically drops everything to hold you but then his eyes widen. There was blood on the floor, sounds of shouting and Leith's angry yelling while guards start to seize you.

"Harley! What did you bastards do!? What was that!?" Your voice fades as the guards move you towards the hallways, "Harley!!!"

Harley's breathing shortens, too much blood loss...he felt it track over his lab coat. It reminded him of your warmth, your lips and tender touch.

"Start the procedure."

Then the doctor awoke, calling for you, it made Leith tense with anger, Dr. Bruno White clears his throat. "Procedure complete....how, are you feeling?"

"White!? Where, what happened...I...Something is wrong, what did you do!? Which one of you higher up backstabbing traitors..."

"I gave the order." Leith cuts Sawyer off from his angry tangent, he sighs. "After so many chances and even a failed attempt of us nearly getting exposed. You really know how to handle your screw ups."

"Enough with your idle talk, why would we even get exposed?" Sawyer snarls at him, his patience wearing thin.

"Your partner had evidence, upon evidence! Everything was recorded, everything! You simply couldn't just leave it alone..." Leith sighs, "Luckily we dealt with him as per needed.

"You have no idea what you all are doing, you all need mine and my dear's intellect!"

"That is the exact reason why you're here and not food for Boxy Boo." Leith retorts while he looks at Leith's now isolated form. "Here's how we'll do this, you will give the other scientists answers when they need them, and to perform procedures as directed."

"You'll die for this Pierre! When I get my hands on you. You're a DEAD MAN!"

Harley wouldn't accept this, not when you were trapped somewhere, being treated with the same pain. Leith Pierre maybe, a greedy bastard but...would he hurt you.

He had to know, it was as if the world was against him for the final time. How many months went by is what he'd ask but he knew time was only relative in the eyes of the beholder.

That's when he hears him again, "Open the door!" Leith's angry voice fills his ears, you take some steps back. Holding your chest, he watches through the camera tapping on the screen. Anything to get your attention, Stella's cries fill his head. Why was everyone do damn loud!?

"I failed, for the final time." Your voice begins, he assumed you were crying, and he desperately hopes it was true. Yet when no tears shed, he was angry. At himself, those fools, you!

He notices you grabbing the lever, to release everyone, everything, even him. But that meant you would die too, "No matter how much I try to look, I was no better…if they kill me, I hope I can ease their pain…I’m so sorry children."

You can't be serious!? This had to be prototype's doing! Why didn't he see the signs sooner, damn it, damn everything to hell it was his fault! He held the blame, Leith Pierre held the blame, Stella, all of these scientists. Innocent, guilty....

"I really did love him." Harley stops moping with self-loath when you say those words, "I just wanted him to see that those orphans, the children. They were smarter than people realize..."

You pull the lever; closing the gate that guards the workers in the higher grounds. "Prototype wanted us to die but, not everyone deserves it. I tried to convince him and Sawyer..."

The doctor watches your determined glare towards the others, "I'm doing this for the sake of the children and the innocent. I don't care if this seems like some moral power play, it isn't, I'm no better."

Everything played out so slowly, the gates were vain as they transported Huggy to the upper floor. Killing everyone, Mommy long legs follow afterwards in the train station playground, death, blood, bodies. The sick sounds of someone's body being torn apart, it made Harley watch in awe how they practically turn this place to hell..

Because of him and those backstabbing scientists, what exactly did you do? Right, you never did them, you were the one who interrogated the children and toys.

Always being sweet, and caring for them, feeding those damned beasts. That was your downfall and biggest flaw, you had that bleeding heart...

"....Hello old friend." The prototype says in a mocking manner, "I see even after everything, your love for that scientist has not changed. So, will the doctor be seeing them?"

Harley chuckles bitterly at its words of mockery and amusement, those fools lost control god knows how much later after he was turned. Now this "Hour of Joy" happens, all of his work in shambles..

But you, his perfect experiment. You weren't in shambles, not yet that is, maybe if he made you into something like him the toys would be more accepting. Unlike that Thomas Clarke fellow, he could make you his perfect experiment, the perfect partner. Without that awful bleeding heart, he came to adore so much, you'd be safe from manipulation. From Prototype, he sighs once more as he finally clears his head, "Make sure my dear partner doesn't die.."

Your fate was sealed that day.

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Everything You've Dreamed

modern!aegon x f!reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend's brother for a while now and finally decide to try to make your interest more known. 

Warnings: 18+ semi-innocent reader, Aegon the Corrupter, swearing, vulgar language, sex store, mention of porn, vibrator, overstim, masturbation(m), oral(f) 

Authors Note: come on best friends brother 🧎🏼‍♀️ forgot i’m down bad for modern aegon 😔 there’s a plot if you believe hard enough 🙇🏼‍♀️ 

Word Count: 5.2k

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You shut the door to your uber and smooth your skirt as you walk up to the familiar front door. You told Helaena the driver got here earlier than expected and you would just wait for her. In reality you wanted to see him. Aegon. He’s been taking over your mind at night, more so than usual, and you just need.. Him. To see him. Anything. You ring the doorbell and wait with your hands clasped. After a minute you ring it again with pursed lips, knowing he’s inside. 

Aegon groans as the doorbell rings once more before throwing his phone on the bed and thudding down the stairs. He flicks the front light on and cracks open the door with annoyance. He opens the door wider with a smile as he nods you inside. You duck under his arm and he watches as your skirt softly curls just under your ass. 

Every time he’s graced with your presence you offer him a new outfit to fantasize over. He would give anything to just bend you over and pull your skirt up. Gods the way you would probably squirm if he- 

“Are you okay, Aegon?” you tilt your head and step towards him. 

“Helaena’s not home yet.” he clicks the door shut and you turn to him. 

“She told me I could wait here.” you chew your lip and he smirks looking you over from head to toe. 

“I was going to go to the store. You can come with me instead of sitting here alone.” he watches a smile spread across your face. 

“I do love shopping.” you nod, stepping closer. 

“I just need to grab my phone and wallet.” he smirks, turning to walk up the stairs. He’s back down the stairs a minute later and grabbing your hand and leading you to the garage. 

“Thank you for hanging out with me while I wait.” you squeeze his hand. “What kind of shopping are we doing? It’s kinda late.” you hum as he opens the passenger door for you. 

“It’ll still be open by the time we get there.” he chuckles, shutting the door and walking to his. “What are you and Helaena doing so late?” he turns to you with a lazy smile as he starts his car. “Watching some movie and giggling all night?” he watches your cheeks flush as a pout forms on your lips. 

“And if we are?” you scowl but he knows it’s not sincere. 

“Nothing.” he shakes his head and pats your thigh. “What movie are you two going to watch?” he leaves his hand on you as he turns onto the street. 

“I don’t know yet.” you chew your lip, glancing at his hand. He left it there so casually but his soft grip is sending heat through your body. 

“Mm, well if it’s terribly scary you can come to my bed and I’ll protect you.” he softly squeezes your thigh and hears your small gasp. “Maybe even if it’s not scary.” his words low and spoken so nonchalantly you almost miss them. 

“What do you mean?” he watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip. 

“What would you like it to mean?” he glances over at you as he feels you shift in the seat. He tightens his hand slightly and hears a soft whine. 

“Your rings are cold.” you whisper, pressing your hand on top of his. 

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he starts to slide his hand up. “This skirt barely covers your panties.” he softly tugs in the hem before resting his hand a couple inches from your core. 

“I have tights on.” he smirks at your breathy tone. 

“You do.” he starts to pull into a parking lot and you look at the neon sign. He parks the car and turns to you and looks at your wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” he watches your cheeks redden. 

“I’ve never been here.” you turn to him, chewing your lip. 

“They’re all very similar. I’m sure it’s like the one you go to.” he watches you glance at the store and back to him as he waits for you to say the truth he knows. 

“I’ve never been to one.” you whisper. 

“It’ll be fun. Maybe you’ll see something you like.” he nods encouragingly before getting out of the car. He walks to your side and opens the door offering you his hand. “You can stay by me the whole time.” you blink up at him and grab his hand. 

Your heart is beating so rapidly as you cling onto Aegon's hand as he leads you up to the sex store. He holds the door open for you and you both hand your ID’s to the woman before entering. When you walk in your eyes can’t pick a place to look so instead you look up at Aegon who is looking down at you. 

“Do you want to look at anything?” he watches your eyes widen. 

“I don’t know.” you shake your head and he starts to lead you deeper into the store. 

“Do you have toys or do you use your fingers to play with your little pussy?” he whispers in your ear and he watches your whole body shutter.

“Aegon.” you whine pressing your face into his arm. 

“Hm?” he turns and you bury your head in his chest. “I could see you laid back on your pillows with a pink rabbit. Fucking yourself until you cry.” he hums and you dig your fingers into his hoodie. 

“I don’t.” you shake your head. “I’ve never..” he furrows his brows. 

“You’ve never what?” you groan, flushing even deeper. 

“Touched myself.” you whisper. “Or been touched.”he pulls you back and searches your eyes. 

“You’ve never even tried to touch yourself?” you shake your head. He starts to lead you down to the vibrators and finds a small one and hands it to you. “This will change your life.” you stare at the small box in your hand. 

“I don't know how to use this.” you look up at him and he just nods and leads you around the store to grab his items. Once he leads you to the register he grabs the box from you and has it bagged just for you. “Thank you.” you whisper to him and he wraps his arm around your waist. 

“If you would like anything else just ask me.” he purrs, pulling you out of the store. “Do you want me to show you how to use that?” he motions to the bag as he opens the car door for you. 

“Is it gonna be weird?” you chew your cheek.

“I’ve known you forever.” he chuckles, shutting the door before walking to his side. 

��Exactly.” you turn to him with flushed cheeks. 

“I don’t mind.” he turns to you with a grin. “Or do you not find me attractive?” he tilts his head, searching your eyes. 

“I do.” he smirks at your fast response. “I just..” you glance at him and feel your blush deepen. 

“You just what?” he grabs the bag from your lap. He pulls the box out and starts to open it. 

“I just thought you saw me as like your sisters annoying friend.” you nibble your lip. “But I- oh.” your eyes widen when he turns the vibrator on and you hear the vibrations. 

“I always thought you were just so adorable.” he smirks watching you squeeze your legs together. “Let’s go park somewhere else so I can show you how to use your new toy.” you gasp when he presses it to your thigh before turning it off and leaving the store parking lot. 

“In your car? What if someone sees?” he holds back his groan at your wrecked voice. 

“My windows are tinted.” he pats your thigh and you press your legs closer together. “I’ll park us away from people and we’ll go in the backseat. Trust me no one will see how you spread your thighs for me.” your breath catches as he slides his hand further up your legs. 

“Aegon,” you grab his hand as it slowly continues to creep under your skirt. 

“Hm?” he looks at you squirming in his seat before he starts down the road to the lake. 

You feel heat pool in your stomach at his grip on your thigh and the promise of his words. You’ve been dreaming of him for years, your first crush and you never imagined he would feel anything for you. You’re pulled from your thoughts when his pinky brushes against your center. He parks the car and turns to you with dark eyes. 

“Back seat?” he tilts his head and you nod. You turn in your seat and start to crawl between the seats. “You could stay like this too.” he hums, grabbing your hips keeping you half in the front seat. You feel one of his hands slide over your ass and pull your skirt up so he can see your panties through your tights. “Why were you even wearing this to a movie night with Hel? Hm? Did you wear this for me?” he smirks as you turn back to him with red cheeks looking as if you got caught. “You did.” he grins. “What was your plan?” he watches your cheeks redden even more. 

“Aegon,” you whine when his fingers trail down your center. 

“Were you gonna accidentally walk into my room?” he chuckles when you push back against his fingers.

“No. I had just-“ your body shutters as he presses against your bud. “I had just hoped I would see you after the movie and I don’t know.” you whine when he stops his movements.

“I think you do know, baby.” he chuckles watching you clench your legs together. “Tell me.” 

“You would offer to take me home and you would walk me up to my door,” your voice keeps getting quieter as you watch his smile widen. “You would decide to just come inside with me, to my room and do whatever.” you look over your shoulder at him. 

“I know you have an end to this fantasy and I want to hear it before we do anything.” he squeezes your sides. 

“Aegon,” you whine.

“You have this all planned out. I want to make sure I do it right for you later.” his low tone is causing heat to shoot across your body. 

“Then you come into my room and pull my clothes off and kiss me and kiss me between my legs,” his eyes widen along with his smirk. 

“Kiss you between your legs. Who gave you that idea?” you turn to the back seat, cursing yourself. 

“In the videos I’ve seen.” your voice barely a whisper. Aegon groans thinking about you watching porn and getting worked up before tossing your phone with a furious flush. 

“Get in the back seat.” he gives your ass a small spank and you continue to make your way to the seat once more. He gets out of the car and opens the door to get into the backseat. “I have doors, you know.” he chuckles, shutting the door behind him. “Turn and lean back against the door.” your heart beats wildly at his tone. 

“Like this?” you nibble your lip and cross your legs in front of you. 

“Just like this.” he leans over and scoots you a little further down. “Now open these pretty thighs for me.” he chuckles when you open them just a bit. He scoots closer and moves one of your legs until it’s hanging off the seat and he trails his hand down your other. “On my shoulder.” he pats your thigh. 

“What?” you squeak with wide eyes. You gasp when he guides your leg up and rests your ankle on his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push your skirt up, okay?” you nod. “Are you ready?” he smiles, grabbing the vibrator on the seat. 

“Yes.” you nod quickly as you watch the vibrator in his hand start buzzing as he clicks it on. He watches your face as he trails the head up the insides of your thighs. “Aegon,” your legs tremble and his cock hardens at the sound of his name in your breathy tone. He presses it to your covered bud and you claw onto his hand. “Oh my Gods,” you pant. 

“How does it feel?” he slides it up and down your covered slit watching you squirm in his seat. 

“Good I- yes Aegon,” you whimper as he turns it up a setting. He watches as your other hand claws into his seat while the other stays gripping his wrist. 

“Are you terribly attached to these tights, baby?” he watches you shake your head. “Good.” you hear a tear before the vibrator presses against your panties. “So fucking wet.” he chuckles to himself when he hears your wetness through the thin fabric. 

“Aegon, something- I,” your nails dig into his wrist and he smirks watching your body jolt when high pitched cries come from your mouth. “Please, Aeg-“ a soft cry greets his ears as you fall apart on his seat. 

“Was that good?” Aegon slowly pulls the vibrator away. 

“Again.” you pant, peeling your eyes open. “Please,” you tighten your grip on his wrist. “Please, Aegon.” he groans at your soft whines. 

“Can I take your panties off?” he’s trying to find restraint he doesn’t have. 

“What if I make a mess in your car?” you chew your cheek. 

“That’s preferred.” he grins. “I just wanna see how your little pussy cries for me.” his words go straight to your center and you nod quickly. “Lift your hips for me.” he smiles when you do so and he pulls your tights and panties off in one motion. “My Gods.” he groans looking at your dripping center. 

“What?” you bring your hands down to cover yourself. 

“Oh no, no,” he smiles at you. “I just really wanna put my lips on your pretty little pussy.” he watches your blush revive across your neck. “Move your hands, baby.” he nods and you slowly move them to your thighs. 

He brings the vibrator to your wetness and slides it around before turning it on. He watches your thighs tremble as it rubs against your bud and how tightly you're biting your lip. He flicks it on and groans at the whimper that comes from your mouth. He watches your eyes close and your legs slowly start to close. 

“Aegon, I- I feel,” your chest heaves as he starts to circle the toy around your bud and your head falls back against the window. “Yes, yes, mm Aegon,” he watches your pleasure seep onto his seat with an open mouth. 

“A break,” you pant. “Please.” he flicks the vibrator off and sits back and watches your heaving chest as you come down. You scoot back up in the seat and gasp when you see the wet mark on his seat. “I’m so sorry.” your face burns from embarrassment. 

“Do not be sorry. We’re going to do that again.” your eyes snap up to his. “Come sit with your back on my chest. I’m gonna show you how to do it yourself.” he grins as you start to move. 

“But I liked when you did it.” you whisper as you settle between his legs. He lifts your legs over his and spreads them.

“I’ll help if you need it.” he kisses the side of your neck and you let out a small moan. “For now,” he pushes up your shirt. “I want to play with these.” he engulfs your breasts over your bra and you press back into him. “Grab your new toy, baby. Show me how you're going to play with your pussy when you think about me.” he chuckles at your whimpers.

Aegon pulls the cups of your bra down and has his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples instantly. You bring the head to where he kept it and sigh as you roll your hips against it. You feel for a button and jolt when it turns on. It feels different with his hands on your chest and his lips pressed to your neck. You press the button again to turn it up but it turns off and you hear his giggle at your whine. 

“What’s wrong?” he smiles watching your hips jerk up. 

“I don’t know how to change the settings and stuff.” you reach for one of his hands. “Help me, Aegon. Please. Or just do it yourself.” you plead with a wrecked voice. “Thank you.” you sigh when one of his hands wraps around yours. 

“On and off.” he presses your finger into the button starting the vibrations once more. “Different settings.” he presses your finger to another button. “You can move it around too.” he guides your hand and you whimper. 

“Please can you just keep doing it?” you feel your pleasure begin to build. “Please, please.” your legs shake above his. 

“How could I say no when you beg so sweetly?” he starts to suck and bite at your neck and he circles around your bud. 

“Can I have your fingers instead?” he has the vibrator off and discarded in seconds. “Aegon,” you press back into his as his fingers slide through your wetness. 

“You’re fucking killing me.” he rasps as he starts to quickly circle your bud. “Like this? Is this what you wanted?” he bites down on your neck and a loud moan is torn from you. 

He listens to your noises as he moves his fingers faster. He feels your wetness seeping out of you as you tremble in his arms. His other hand is still kneading your breast and pinching your nipple. You press back into him as you feel your pleasure rushing towards you. You grab onto his wrist and he chuckles seeing your toes curl. 

“Gonna make a mess all over my seat again?” he smirks, listening to your incoherent words. With a small scream you fall apart, crying out his name. “That’s my good girl.” he continues to slowly circle your sensitive bud. 

“Please,” you whisper, digging your nails into his wrist. 

“You did so good.” he hums before pressing his lips to your neck and pulling back to see the mark he left. “Let’s get you dressed. I’m sure Helaena is home by now.” he chuckles when you shake your head. 

“I don’t know if I can hang out with her.” your legs are still trembling as he gently runs his fingers down your thighs. 

“Why don’t you just go watch your little movie and then play out your little idea and I’ll go along with it.” he nods, starting to pull down your skirt from your waist. 

“I don’t have my tights anymore.” you turn to him with a soft pout. 

“Or panties.” he chuckles as your eyes widen. 

“You ripped them too?” you whine. 

“No, I'm keeping them.” he pats your thigh. “I’ll just give you a pair of sweats when we get home. Just make sure to keep your skirt down or everyone will see that your pussy is still crying for me.” your cheeks flush once more. 

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Aegon rushes you into his room, unseen by anyone and rummages through his drawers for a pair of sweats. He walks over to you and pulls your skirt down earning a gasp from you. He helps you step into the sweatpants and walks you to the door and presses his hand against it as you go to open it. 

“While you’re watching your movie,” your breathing deepens. “I’m gonna be in here stroking my cock.” he watches your pupils dilate. “Thinking about you and your perfect little pussy.” you take your hand off the door and turn to him. 

“Can I see?” you push your bottom lip out. 

“Maybe later.” he smirks and opens the door and scoots you out into the hall. 

He shuts the door as you look up at him with flushed cheeks and parted lips. Gods he was sure he was going to come in his pants while you guys were in the backseat, but now he’s left with his straining cock and your wet panties in his pocket. He pulls them out of his pocket as he walks to his bed and collapses back onto it. He pushes his pants down and sighs in relief as his cock springs out. 

He immediately wraps his fingers around his length and he jerks up into his hands. He wraps your panties around the base of his cock and he groans knowing he won’t last. He imagines you laid out underneath him as he slowly pushes into you. How you would claw into his back. Fuck and the way you cry out his name right before you come. 

As he continues to jerk into his hand he’s half tempted to go and drag you out of Helaena’s room. He tightens his grip and swipes his thumb against his leaking tip. He feels his stomach start to coil. “Fuck, just like that baby. Feels so good.” with a low groan he’s spilling all over his hand with thoughts of you kneeling beneath him with an open mouth. 

He pulls your panties off of his cock and throws them over to his pile of laundry before he makes his way to his bathroom. He still can’t believe your little fantasy about him and how you want him to ‘kiss you between your legs’ Gods he’s going to fucking devour you. He cleans himself up before changing and going to wait until your movie is done. 

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After an hour he makes his way to the living room to wait for you and Helaena to come out. He does everything to distract himself from thinking about what he plans to do to you later. Your soft cries as he- he hears a door open upstairs followed by laughter and he’s on his feet instantly. He feigns walking from the kitchen as he runs into you getting off the last step. 

“What are you two doing so late?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“Waiting for her uber home.” Helaena rolls her eyes. 

“I could take her. I was just headed out anyway.” Aegon shrugs. 

“Where are you going? Some late night booty call?” he watches your cheeks flush at his sister's words. 

“Yeah and I can drop her on the way.” he scoffs. “If you want.” he turns to you and he watches your eyes go wide. 

“I don’t want to make you late.” you whisper. 

“My cock will still work if I’m a couple minutes late.” he chuckles at your gasp. 

“Aegon, you pig.” Helaena smacks him on the arm. 

“Cancel your uber and let’s go. I’ll even let you sit in the back and I’ll pretend to be your driver.” he smirks starting towards the garage. 

“You can absolutely tell him no.” Helaena watches you look at Aegon. 

“He can’t be worse than that one uber.” you shrug and she starts to smile. 

“That’s true. Be safe.” she hugs you. “And you,” she turns to Aegon. “Don’t be disgusting.” she turns back to you and nods before going back upstairs. 

“Do you want to sit in the backseat again?” he chuckles as he leads you to the car. 

“The front seat is fine.” you shake your head. 

“Mm are you all shy again, baby?” he opens the door for you. “When I know you’re not wearing any panties under my sweatpants.” you chew your lip as you take a seat before he takes his.

“No, I just don’t want to make you late.” you whisper and he turns to you. 

“What do you mean?” he scrunches his brows. 

“For your booty call or whatever.” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t sound so desperate and needy but like,” you whine. 

“But I like you desperate and needy.” he pats your thigh. “There is no booty call, if you remember I need to take you home in your little fantasy and Helaena would never believe I would offer without another reason.” he leaves his hand on your thigh as he pulls out of the garage. 

“Oh.” you feel your cheeks redden. “Then I’m your booty call tonight.” you nod your head. You curse Helaena for picking some sappy love movie tonight because now your emotions are everywhere. 

“Hardly.” he squeezes your thigh. He doesn’t know why your demeanor changed so much and why his ‘booty calls’ are suddenly an issue. Maybe you feel as if this is mainly one sided? Fuck it, maybe this will cheer you up. “I have a confession of my own.” his eyes slide to you at the red light. 

“What is it?” you turn to him. 

“I have fantasies about you too.” your eyebrows scrunch at his words. “Every time you step foot in the house I have a new one.” he’s enjoying watching you squirm once more in his seat. “And every time I take myself to my room and stroke my cock wishing you would just walk in.” he chuckles at your small gasp. 

“I come over a lot.” you purse your lips. 

“And I come a lot.” he squeezes your thigh as he turns onto your street and parks in front of your house. He turns to you and looks past you to your house. “It’s late, I should walk you to the door to make sure you’re safe.” he brushes your hair back enjoying the way you lean into his hand. 

“You don’t have to.” you blink at him nibbling your lip. 

“I don’t mind.” he turns his car off and gets your door for you. “Let’s get you inside.” he walks next to you closely, allowing his fingers to brush against yours while watching you flush. “Can I come in? I just need something to drink.” he steps closer to you as you reach the door. 

“Yeah,” you nibble your lip. “We just have to be quiet.” you look up at him. 

“I can do that.” he smirks and you turn and unlock the door. You start to lead him up the stairs and he chuckles. “Your kitchen is upstairs?” 

“Shh,” you cover his mouth with your hand. “You’re going to wait in my room while I get you a drink.” you hiss. He nods and follows you up the steps once more. You push open your door and he follows you inside and turns to face you. “I’ll be- 

He shuts your door and clicks the lock before pulling you against him. The air is knocked from your chest and he lifts you up and presses his lips against yours. He walks back to your bed before tossing you back. He lifts you further up your bed and presses himself against you as he claims your lips once more. His hands start to push up your shirt and you gasp at his soft touch. 

“Arms up.” he peels the shirt off of you and is unclipping your bra and tossing them to the floor. “Can I kiss these too? Or just between your legs?” he smirks when you nod your head quickly. 

“Yes, please,” he dips down and circles one of your nipples with his tongue. “Aegon,” you grab onto his shoulders when he flicks his tongue against the hardened peak. 

He can’t help but rock his hips against yours and he groans at your small whine. He licks his way to your other nipple and when his teeth graze against it you bring your fingers to his hair. You softly tug on his hair when he sucks your nipple into his mouth and lashes his tongue against you. 

“In your little videos how do they kiss her between her legs?” he pulls back to look at you. 

“A lot of ways.” your voice breathy. 

“Which one do you want to try first?” he grins. 

“You pick.” you nibble on your cheek. 

“This is still your fantasy, baby. How do you want me to kiss your pussy?” he relishes in your soft whine. 

“Just keep scooting down.” he nods with a smile. When he makes it between your thighs he pulls his sweatpants off of you and looks over you waiting before him. “Then hold my legs up so I can’t-“ you stop yourself. “Hold them up to my chest.” you watch his eyes darken. 

“So you can’t what?” he starts to press his lips against one of your legs as he lifts it. 

“So I can’t squirm away from your mouth.” you whisper and he starts to kiss your other leg while lifting it. 

“Like this?” he holds your legs up pressing his arm to the back of your knees. 

“Mhm.” you poke your head to the side. 

“You’re going to show me these videos later.” he turns his attention back to your glistening slit. 

He licks up your center and groans at the same time you whimper. You reach around for his other hand and pull it up to your breast and he chuckles into you. He rolls your nipple as his tongue circles around your bud pulling a breathy whine from you. He flicks his tongue quicker and feels you start to slowly rock against his face. 

“Aegon,” you fist your sheets as his tongue lashes against you. “Aegon, I’m gonna-“ you bring a pillow to your mouth as your pleasure washes through you. You tremble as he continues to lick as you whimper into your pillow. He pinches your nipple and you arch off the bed, abandoning the pillow. “Yes,” he smirks at your high pitched cry. His tongue moves faster with every whine and soon you’re going taut beneath him.

He moves his hand from your breast and sits up and as you’re about to whine his fingers rub quickly around your bud. He watches your eyes roll back as he hears your pleasure coat his fingers. He’s sure you forgot about this by now so he pulls the vibrator out of his pocket and presses it to your bud and turns it on and you moan loudly before covering your mouth with your hand. 

“This is what you wanted right? Your little pussy crying and sensitive while I hold your legs back?” you nod, rolling your hips. “My Gods what do you watch in bed at night?” he chuckles, turning up the speed. You give one last cry until you’re shaking and clawing at his hands. “Alright, alright.” he turns off the vibrator and tosses it to the side. “Was that everything you dreamed your fantasy would be?” he smirks, setting your legs back on the bed. 

“What if I have more?” you pant, clamping your legs shut. 

“Then we can take turns. We get to do one of mine next.” he lays down next to you and brings your lips to his. “How does this one end? Do I stay or do you kick me out?” 

“Stay and not just until I fall asleep.” you kiss him once more. “Until after I wake up.” he chuckles and pulls your lips against his once more. 

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Hi! If you’re taking requests I’ve been thinking about reader who was arrested and sent to Stillwater and she looks weak and soft so other inmates start picking on her, and Vi offers her protection if reader becomes her prison bitch

Sorry for the wait I've been busy recently and with requests overall but here's something short for you!! I've gotten actually a lot of hype on reader being Vi's prison wife so after I finish my big projects in a month or so I want to try to plan an actual fic for that

Content: No content warnings on this, it's mainly just sweetness because the request isn't specifically nsfw

If Stillwater wasn’t scary from the outside, the inside was sure to leave its prisoners with nothing but fear. Fear of having enforcers visit you for “talks”, fear of the prisoners itself. All of it was a hellhole of problems. 

You weren’t even given a trial, just thrown into the building like it was nothing. Placed in a cell to rot for the rest of your life for only trying to survive. The thing Piltover’s elites won’t tell their citizens is that when they notice a few valuables missing, probably in the hands of a Zaunite, it’s because they refuse to acknowledge their poverty-stricken side. The council buries the bodies on the streets, the shimmer being sold like it’s water, and the corruption in their own justice system. 

Here you were to be tormented for the rest of your life behind bars, your cell not even half the size of a bedroom. 

You weren’t cut out for prison. You truly weren’t like most people in Zaun in the first place, at least not the ones who end up in Stillwater. You only stole to pay bills and have dinner on your table, though it could be argued many Zaunites do for the same reason. You were teased in the undercity for being a push-over, but you had some form of protection in the real world. In here, it seems you have none. At least for now, that is.

Vi noticed you in the cafeteria when you sat only a few tables away from her. You looked shaken, but also scared. That was unusual in a place like this, where most people were so easily able to hide their fears behind their own actions and silence. You looked terrified. Your eyes were wide, still somewhat pure. She almost felt sorry for you. You didn’t belong in a place like this. She quickly looked away and focused on finishing up her tray of bland food, but a sudden slam brought her out of her zone.

You were on the floor with a large man standing over you, trembling with dilated pupils, almost as if you were a fawn being hunted down. The man was yelling at you. Vi didn’t know what exactly you could’ve done to illicit being pushed to the ground and screamed at, but the little empathy buried deep within her that had no place for Stillwater came out. 

She didn’t know what she was doing, but suddenly Vi was on her heel and decking out the asshole who had the audacity to hurt you. He stumbled back and collapsed onto the floor, but all she could focus on was you. 

Your eyes were watery with tears and you were trembling like a leaf. You looked up at Vi and took her in. You’d seen her around the floor your cell was on, she was notorious for beating up even the strongest men in Stillwater. She had tattoos littering her skin and a nose piercing that had a glint to it when the stale prison lights hit it at the right angle. Vi, however, wasn’t famous for being so callous and cold. Sure, she was at times, but you’d overhear her cracking some idiot joke from time to time. She was able to be whoever she wanted to be, act however she wanted because she had fists to back it. In contrast, if you ever wanted to act so carelessly like she did, you’d have to be able to throw the punches she can offer. Obviously, you can’t.

When Vi offered you a bandaged hand that day, things changed for you. It was like an unspoken agreement that you belonged to her and only her. Nobody touched you from that point forward, and if they tried, they’d end up in some Piltie prison hospital. However, you weren’t getting free protection for nothing. You had to act like Vi’s bitch, and that was quite easy because you did like Vi.

In the mornings, you always rushed to finish breakfast so that you could meet with Vi in her cell, feeling her soft kisses burn into your skin. You sat with her at lunch and followed her around like a loyal puppy. If she requested something, it was hers. In return, you were hers. Hers to love on when she was lonely, to protect from everyone, to save. 

Vi wasn’t the guard’s favorite prisoner in Stillwater, she had power over them because of the fact that the other prisoners were so easily controlled by her. They could use that in their favor. Vi never wanted you to stay behind bars, as much as she’d miss you. She wanted better for you. So, she struck a deal with guards. She would have to do anything they asked of her and you were free to go. 

When you found out, you immediately rushed to Vi’s cell and cried into her arms. She only held you, trying to memorize every single piece of you she could in case she didn’t get to ever see you again. She promised you that she’d look for you when she got out. She made you promise that you wouldn’t end up in Stillwater again. She convinced the guards that night to let you sleep in her cell for the night and she held you one last time before you got your much deserved second chance.

[with-my-calamitous-love]

YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACES

touya todoroki x f! reader

you love him, so fuck everyone else.

smut! you are responsible for what you read

inspired by but daddy i love him

at first, touya was worried.

he’s dark, he’s burning blue, he’s evil. he’s everything wrong with the world, everything corrupt as a resulr of a broken childhood. he’s burning with revenge at the seems- literally. he’s scary, and dangerous, and everything you’re not.

he can’t measure up to you. to your glow, how you paint his deep blue golden. you’re kind and gentle, the kind of flower that no one dared to pick out of fear of diminishing its beauty. as cruel as he may be, he hesitates to take that away from you.

at first.

now, he’s got your knees almost touching your ears, pounding his cock in and out of you for what’s probably been hours.

what a mess.

its crazy, but also the one you want. how could you not, seeing the way he’s sending mind-numbing pleasure coursing throughout your entire body. you can barely form any coherent sentences, letting him ravage you entirely. he’s salivating just seeing you, the way your tits bounce with every thrust, or how you squeeze around him when he whispers filthy things into your ear.

“fuck, you take me so well doll. you gonna let me ruin you, yeah?” he groans, landing a playful smack to the side of your hips. “say my name again.”

“touya!” you cry out. he smirks, seeing how absolutely he, and only he can get you.

if bystanders could only see their faces, knowing that the sweetest person on the planet fell in love with someone like touya todoroki.

he’s chaos and he’s revelry, lips pressing against your neck in a tender yet passion display of love. he starts with a kiss, before nipping at your skin and marking you. his cold tongue ring feels heavenly.

he’s relentless in his pace, the noises of sex filling the room as he has his way with you. he looks beautiful right now, scars and all as your nipples slide over his pecs over and over again.

perhaps your favourite part of him are his bedroom eyes. the way those sapphires lazily drink in your pleasure-filled form, wanting more and more. he pressings himself against your further, pulling out all the way before slamming back into you. you swear you can feel his tip up against your god damn womb.

if anyone else saw your relationship, they’d tell touya to stay away from you. they’d pull you away, cage you in a feeble attempt at protecting your light. they’d protest and sabotage what you have, sanctimoniously performing soliloquies you’d never see.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum babygirl. want me to fill you uo, yeah?” he groans again, his gravelly voice making you clench around his cock, sucking him in even further. god, he’s so beautiful like this and he doesn’t even know it.

“yes, touya! mn!” you moan out, scratching down his back and pulling at his snowy white hair. he grins, the pain melting with the pleasure deliciously.

for love like this, you’d rather burn your whole life down than listen to the bitching from the people around you. if your name is so good, its your good name to disgrace. you love each other like that.

they can’t change the way his heart beats when you touch him. they can’t change the fire that burns in his heart. you’re his gasoline.

they don’t have to pray for you.

finally, you unwind. his cum shoots out in thick, white ropes, so intense he physically has to hold back from burning you. he holds you close to him, making sure every single drop is nestled deep inside of you. as for you, you scream out again, mind blanking as that familiar warm feelings blankets your entire body.

you two are sticky, gooey messes as he slowly withdraws, landing next to you on the bed. with what strength he has left, he pulls you in. you don’t need a blanket when you sleep next to touya.

ultimately, some people still hold out, and tell you that you’re wrong- but fuck them.

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Whiskey Burns My Throat | Chapter One

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend Migi

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.”

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!”

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda” The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

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Hallo😚

I was wondering, what if there was a Cadet in the Bayverse???

Hello, thank you for your ask!

It's a while since watching the Bayverse movies and to be very honest, I don't remember much of Starscream in it (cue youtube Bayverse Starscream compilation...), but after doing a dive into the wiki I have a couple of thoughts!

Note after writing this post: Yet another off-tangent yap. Thank you for indulging me... asks are a lovely chance for me to really think about the characters (playing in the sandpit, etc.)

I'm not a huge fan of his Bayverse design, but in general I found Autobot Bayverse transformations to be super super cool - partly because they have so many complicated moving parts and mechanisms! In that aspect, I'd find it really funny to imagine attempting Starscream's repairs after another major fight... and discovering that he's lost an important and irreplaceable screw somewhere in the streets of Chicago.

While on Earth, Starscream infiltrated the United States Air Force by taking on the form of an F-22 Raptor fighter jet.

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Generally speaking, this 'regular' AU's Starscream wouldn't force you into a position where you're expected to kill. Perhaps I happen to be swayed by this panel I saw today:

(Which surprised me! I'm not sure when in the timeline this happened because comic Starscream seems quite vicious. I love discovering the lore, but back to the point)

I am thinking, however, that a Bayverse Cadet would be somewhat different. For example, Starscream's disguise was practically perfect - such a plan would probably win admiration from a Bayverse version of you, even if it was to ultimately ends in taking a bunch of planes down. You'd probably see more fighting upfront - I could imagine you flanking him for a lot of these fights even if he's the one taking people/bots out. Same as all universes, the Autobots and the humans would begin knowing to expect you as a pair - seeing Starscream appear alone and immediately thinking it's a trap, frantically looking around like where's the other one?? 🤣🤣 Because Bayverse is pretty vicious in terms of fighting - another thought would be having to watch him actually take people/bots out. Rock, meet hard place - would you rather watch him kill, or do the killing yourself?

When you voluntarily fight would probably when Starscream goes against Optimus. Bayverse Optimus is one scary mf (I love him I keep thinking about zorangezest's "give me your face" comic) and Starscream clearly stands no chance against him. Knowing this, you fight Optimus with something akin to desperation, because your aim is to give Starscream some kind of opening to land a hit or get away. Optimus doesn't go full power on you even though he could, focusing on his main opponent - and rips Starscream's arm out anyway a la canon (perhaps more damage would have been done if you hadn't intervened in that fight). It feels that there's a greater sense of hierarchy in Bayverse, so you'd be collecting bits of Starscream's arm for repair later...

Over the centuries he's come to believe both Optimus and Megatron have lost sight of what is best for the Cybertronian race, and simply pursue their own agendas. Even though he has been loyal to the latter, he disagreed with Megatron's obsession with the AllSpark and decided that, for the greater good of their species, a new leader should emerge. Starscream views himself as that leader because he believes that the AllSpark can give him the opportunity to both rebuild and rule Cybertron. But while his words are optimistic, his intentions can be untrustworthy. This is probably because Starscream eventually became almost as corrupt as Megatron. However, he prefers subtlety and deception to Megatron's brute force. Now, what may once have been noble goals are buried under layers of self-interest, transforming Starscream into that which he supposedly despised.

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This is one of the aspects I find so intriguing about most of the Starscreams. Losing sight of himself as a result of both internal and external forces. Not to ignore the mistrustful and manipulative nature of his personality, but I get the feeling that circumstances shaped that to a negative extreme, when once upon a time it could have been controlled - or at least, expressed in relatively harmless ways. Are we able to hold him back from losing himself to ambition (because he has something to lose) - or are we helpless to watch it happen? I feel like Bayverse Megatron's hold over him is stronger - and our relationship with him as such wouldn't be as close - more like a preferred subordinate. (To be fair, I think we don't get as much fleshing out of their relationship/history in Bayverse compared to the other series, so I'm just going off of that.) Ultimately, losing sight of his goals could likely force you to the Autobots in this universe - and I feel like he wouldn't be too torn up about it.

[roomtemperaturesuperconductor]

The world of scavengers reign is a world of pure mutualism. The show never asks “should we isolate ourselves from nature or connect with it” because that’s a false question; there is nothing BUT connection, there is no form of life outside of the ecosystem. Whether they can see it or not, every character becomes part of the planet the second they touch down.

The question then is what their connections will look like: if it will be mutually beneficial, parasitic towards one side or the other, or harmful to both.

I’ve seen people read Kaimen and hollow’s relationship as either kaimen “corrupting” hollow or hollow “manipulating” kaimen. But the truth is their relationship is just a noxious, unstable feedback loop. Neither party is really “in control”, they’re following the guidelines of an evolved relationship that was never meant for creatures as large and emotionally complex as humans to be part of. It’s the same process that occurs with the introduction of any invasive species: simple relationships shift in unstable ways, niches swap places and gain unexpected importance, and the health of the whole ecosystem is put in jeopardy through the lack of sustainability. The truth is that the strange, lovecraftian nightmare Kaimen and hollow create together is bad for BOTH parties. It’s the worst case scenario of the introduction of humanity onto the planet; not humanity “corrupting” some ideal, static image of perfect nature, but the relationship between the two making things worse for everyone.

It’s why one to stop Kaimen/hollow has to be Levi. Whose mutual relationship with the fungus in their circuitry has created something new and beautiful. Something we see has LONG TERM affects on the planet itself with the little baby planet Levis now growing from the flowers. This isn’t the case of nature “claiming” Levi. This is a collaboration, a partnership, something that utterly transforms both sides. It really seems like the death flowers form in some way the “mind” of the whole planet. And Levi has given that mind the artificial circuitry to think on a far higher and more active level than it was ever able to previously. It’s why hollow wasn’t able to control them. Trying to wrangle levis mind is like trying to hold a whole planet in your hands. Something wild and new and beautiful has been created here.

But these transformation can be scary! Sam’s fight with the parasite, paired with his prior skepticism at trying to “understand” the planet the way Ursula was, leaves him unable to adapt. Forced to either lose himself in the process of assimilation, or die separated from it. And again, the show doesn’t take for granted that these mutual connections are “good”. They’re necessary. Sam cannot live separate from nature. But for him, that death was still better than allowing it to change him so fundamentally. His strong willed nature makes him unable to let go the way Levi or Kaimen do, and the result is he doesn’t experience good OR bad results. He’s to brittle to allow for change. He simply ceases.

And so they you have Ursula and Azi. Who are both forced to learn and grow with the planet. Forced to follow the flow of nature even when it takes them places they don’t quite want to be. While at the same time finding little ways to exert their own agency, to not get swept away in the tide. And it’s a complicated balance. One that takes constant effort and isn’t guaranteed to end how they want. But they still have to do it. Because there’s nothing but connection.

[toaarcan]

I feel like Makuta's efforts in 2001-2002 should've been more about corruption than destruction.

(Obviously, there's some conflict there with the original intent that Faber and Bob and Alistair had vs. what Greg eventually made, 01 Makuta embodies the destructive aspect of Lego play, whereas it takes until 2005 for Greg to settle into the "Scheming Satanic archetype who eventually wins" version. But Makuta was also a metaphor for cancer, so it still kinda works.)

Most of the Rahi are big, scary monsters that destroy things, but it feels kinda silly that this guy keeps sending out the giant giraffe tigers to murder the people he intends to be his brain cells when he's done.

So like, instead of being just destructive, have him use Nui-Rama extensively as a means of capturing Matoran for the purposes of corrupting them. This is why there's one in Ko-Wahi during Kopaka and Matoro's journey to Ko-Koro, despite bugs typically not liking the cold and the Rama being native to much warmer climates. Makuta is making them go well outside their natural range to capture more Matoran.

The others are more like siege weapons, designed to force the Matoran into the open to make them easier to snatch. Additionally, make more the Rahi capable of transmitting the mask infection like the Nui-Jaga kinda do with their venom. With hindsight we could also say "Make the Kraata more present from the off," but I'm focusing just on what moving parts we had at time of release for now.

The Bohrok, then, primarily serve as a better means of displacing the Matoran. They destroy settlements and environments, but they don't actively attack other creatures unless those creatures try to impede them. A Tahnok is more inclined to nudge a Matoran out of the way of whatever it's going to torch next than turn the flamethrowers on them. And even the most persistent annoyances are more likely to be assimilated than destroyed. Also, Matoran that do end up get Krana'd are likely easier for Makuta to snatch up and infect.

The Rahkshi in 03 are more of a panic button. The Toa of Light is approaching and Makuta really does not want this to happen. We later find out that the Brotherhood were so afraid of even the possibility that an Av-Toa could exist that they almost tipped their hand about their goals early with the raid on Artakha. In 03, it's just that Makuta is afraid for his spell of shadows.

His reticence to release the Rahkshi, "Must I release those who should never see the light of day?" is because the Rahkshi aren't like the Bohrok or the Rahi that he can directly possess. They're intelligent, thinking beings that are intensely malicious. They will kill Matoran for the hell of it. Sure, they can spread the infection themselves, and he can directly command them, but left to their own devices, they will kill people, and he'd rather avoid pointless deaths.

And then in 08 we get to see the final form of what the infection does to a Matoran, with the Kra-Matoran being fully corrupted. The Shadow Leeches don't function differently to the Kraata they were evolved from, they just work faster, and do the whole process in an instant. And then instead of a fuck-ugly bird, the key to saving them is the Avohkii, and the tension with that is that Takanuva's partial infection has diminished his ability to use that power. He has to either expunge or make peace with the darkness before he can truly tap into his mask again. Maybe some of the Shadow Matoran, more heroic types like Radiak and Kirop, are easier to free, but with Gavla, who gets totally lost in the sauce, he needs to be either completely clean or fully balanced inside to help her.

[migizilla]

Whiskey Burns My Throat

A Sevika Fanfiction

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend @trender-official

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda”

The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

[signanothername]

If Nightmare was 6 years old when he turned corrupted, what do you think of little Nightmare traveling in the multiverse? Also, what if he heard voices from the souls he killed and now he's schizophrenic? I also read some of your theories and that made me think he's bipolar or borderline!

6 y/o corrupted Nightmare has my heart ugh 😭❤️🌷✨

The thing is, I believe traveling the multiverse didn’t even occur to Nightmare at first, mostly out of ignorance about the existence of it, so you can imagine Nightmare being stuck in his dead Au with his dead mother and his now statue of a twin

Not to mention, he was too high in his madness for a bit of time before he actually connected back to reality

But even when he realized he could travel, he resisted the idea at first, mostly out of fear, anxiety, and not wanting to leave his dead home cause it’s the only place he ever knew

Change was really scary to an already very traumatized little Nightmare, cause what if he went out there and there were people who were even worse than the villagers? What if people saw him and chased him with forks and demanded a “demon” like him be killed?

But as time went on, Nightmare became on the verge of falling into madness again, the silence of his dead home getting to him, so he runs away, runs as far as he could

Everything got too much for him and he just wanted to move on from what he experienced, but he’s just a child that doesn’t know any better, and all he could do is hop from Au to Au in search for a new place to call home

Which took a while, Nightmare would simply stop to stay in Aus for a few days and then leave to another one, he’d sleep under trees or between their branches if he felt unsafe (which was most of the time)

I also like to believe Nightmare struggled to control his powers a lot as a child, not knowing how to control his tentacles or even his power to hop between Aus, which sometimes got him into trouble

But Nightmare also couldn’t seem to resist the temptation to get as much negativity as he can, he looks at a person who’s hurt and he’s unable to stop the twisted smile from forming on his face, which to a 6 y/o was a horrifying thought at first, the thought of finding joy in the suffering of others

A horrifying thought that gets muddied every time he sees someone suffering and feel the high of power after he absorbs their negativity, eventually turning from simple observation to a single (not so) innocent try at hurting others himself, and that turns into his new regular as he hurts more and more people and as any true sympathy he has just slowly slips away

He eventually finds an abandoned Au without life and decides that it’s his new home, staying there without a roof above his head for a while before he’s able to have enough control over his powers to build his castle

And tbh I can’t really see Nightmare as schizophrenic, as I don’t think he feels much guilt for killing off his abusers, but I definitely think he feels a lot of guilt for killing his mother while having complicated feelings about his twin’s fate, but I definitely think Nightmare has C-PTSD and experiences a lot of nightmares /night terrors

As for the possibility of him having BPD or Bipolar then you’re on point, i’ve yet to truly decide which he has, but I’m leaning more towards BPD, but until i make a final decision (after i do a lot of research on both disorders) it’s still undecided

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On ethics in Doctor Who lately

Something has been bothering me about the two seasons of the newest era Doctor Who.

One of the things that I've always found important about the Doctor as a character is that they value and care about living things for their own sake, and they never assume that any life form is evil for no reason. They always understand that creatures are just trying to survive, and probably mean well, or don't realise that they're doing harm. How many storylines have been resolved by the Doctor finding a way to communicate with the monsters, and then either helping them get what they want or asking them to stop hurting people?

The reason that daleks and cybermen are such scary recurring enemies is because they are among the only lifeforms that actually just want to kill - and in both cases it's made very clear in-universe that that's because they are broken and damaged and have been corrupted by their own flawed technology or forces beyond their control. Truly evil villains are incredibly rare, and the Doctor never assumes anyone is irredeemable. Even in the cases where the Doctor has established for absolutely certain that the enemies really are hurting people on purpose, the Doctor still always tries to negotiate. They offer diplomacy and deals and I've lost count of how many times they've said they're willing to literally rehouse an entire species to a new planet to avoid war and carnage. They use compassion as a weapon to disarm the angriest and scariest people in order to resolve conflicts without aggression. And they frequently risk their own life in the process.

All of that is made even more meaningful by the fact that we're constantly being shown how incredibly strong and powerful the Doctor is. They're practically a god relative to most of the species they encounter. They could take anything they want, destroy anything they don't like, kill anyone who gets in their way. And they don't. Even when they're shaking with rage, holding a gun to the head of a murderer and knowing for certain that no-one would argue if they made that choice. They still don't. They never would.

Which brings me on to the last two seasons. Because apparently now.. they would?

There have been so many villains presented as obviously irredeemable, and the Doctor has had no problem with murdering them without diplomacy. I know that several of them have been Pantheon gods which are their own separate thing, and I can understand that those entities might not be capable of negotiation (although in my opinion that just means they are badly-designed Doctor Who villains, not that the Doctor's responses were justified). But even with humans - the Doctor encouraged Belinda to destroy her ex boyfriend with a time paradox explosion because he [checks notes] was a bit of a dick to her and then got kidnapped by robots. What happened to the person who never would? What happened to believing that everything and everyone deserves the chance to live and to be redeemed?

I love Gatwa and I feel like he was done wrong by the writing of his era. He could have been such a wonderful character, but instead he was turned into something vengeful and callous and scary.