#flask stim

[the-amazing-dr-banana]

Butter Roll Cookie stimboard

For @birdieselfships :3

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Funny how I said that I'd make a stimboard for butter roll last year and only now I've made it....I hope you enjoy ur weird little science guy

[aestheticsoftheinternet]

Engineer Stimboard

Requested by: Nobody!

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[talos-stims]

throwing a penny into some nitric acid | source

[zephyraes]

STIM - Perfume Lab

Link back to this post if used.

[triflelayer]

🩵 ૮₍｡´• ̫ •`｡₎ა ﾟ☁︎ ⋆ Cinnamoroll cake by dannesolsol.

[homebrewstims]

Turning lead into gold (lead iodide)

Though this isn't my footage, I took the time to make the gifs. See my terms of use BEFORE you reupload!

[easydoesit-rn]

🧪STIMMING AT THE LAB🧪

[brickeater712]

help me stay awake tonight?

cw: moore x reader, bondage, vibra/tors, edg/ing, over/stim, ruined org/asm, pet names, mentions of public sex, ejacu/lating strap, gags, ruined org/asm, multiple org/asms, watching yourself get fucked???

quite the amazing idea from my twitter mutual i think. i like it lots

“you know, it’s already two in the morning.” 

you peek into moore’s office, looking on as she yawns and types away at her computer. 

��mmm.” she hums, and tears her eyes away from the bright shining screen. “already?” her eyes zero in on the clock above the door frame. “well,” she shrugs, “my work is due soon, anyway…” and just like that, she turns back to the computer.

you sigh and step into her office, moving to stand next to her. “we have another meeting in the morning though…” you grimace, trying to get her away from her work. 

“that’s fine!” she giggles lightly. “i can always sleep after the meeting ends.”

you pout at her, causing her to coo. “don’t worry too much about it, cutie. i just need some coffee-” she reaches for her thermos flask- “to get me through the night.” 

you reach over quickly and grab the flask from her. she whines and tries to grab it back. “no more coffee for you. you’ll die of a caffeine overdose, you know.”

moore sighs and drops her hands. “fine. you’ll help me stay up tonight then?” she pleads with you.

“why not.” you shrug, playfully rolling your eyes. this wouldn’t be your first all-nighter anyways.

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“m-moore, wait!” those are the last words that you choke out, before moore shoves a thick cable into your mouth, muffling your noises. your hands are bound too, by a smaller, thinner, cable, that moore had decided she had no more use for. you’re squirming on a cleared-out table, clothes tossed away to the corner of the room.

“perhaps your cute noises will keep both of us awake till the meeting, hm?” moore had said, before lifting you up and plopping you on the table.

she hums as she binds your ankles to the legs of the table, to keep you still for her. your eyes follow her movements and you watch as her huge, floating monitors reposition themselves around the room. 

“i guess i can take an hour or two off of work, right?” moore holds that ever-kind smile on her face, though you don’t miss the mischievous glint present in her eyes either. your eyes widen as you see her walking toward you, with a vibrator in her hand. 

“no need to look so surprised, cutie, even someone like me has needs to fulfil when i’m working in the middle of the night…” she chuckles and moves to stand in front of you, staring directly at your already glistening cunt, clearly aroused by the situation that you’re put in. she taps the head of the vibrator on your throbbing clit, making you whimper behind your gag. 

“what a good girl, staying still for me… well, not like you can do anything about it anyways.” she muses, and turns on the vibrator. the whirring of the device rings through the room, scaring and exciting you at the same time. without letting you react, she pushes the head of the vibrator directly onto your clit, making your thighs attempt to close instinctively. 

you moan desperately, eyes widening as the intense pleasure rocks through your core so quickly. she moves it around, trying to determine the best position to stimulate you the hardest. you toss your head from side to side, drool escaping from the corners of your lips. 

she moves the vibrator around until it hits the underside of your sensitive clit, and that’s when you really start reacting. she delights in the way that your teeth dig into the cables that gag you, and your legs struggle to kick against the air. your cunt is already dripping slick onto the table, wetting the area under your ass. she giggles as she watches your body shake against its restraints, eyes rolling back into your head. 

you squeal (as best as you can while gagged) when she turns up the speed on the toy, now vibrating against your clit so painfully, so deliciously. you don’t get to warn her at all before you suddenly cum, and start squirting onto her clothes, staning it. 

but the moment the first jet of fluid hits her, she reacts fast and takes the vibrator away quickly- smiling as she watches your eyes go wide, hips attempting to buck up against nothing as your squirting dies down, as does your ruined orgasm. tears fall from your eyes, and your clit is left red, angry, and throbbing, waiting for more stimulation from the cruel woman in front of you. little whines escape your gag, making her coo at you.

“oh, cutie, don’t whine so much! why would i let the night end so quickly? there’s still so much time left…” she pouts, keeping eye contact with you as the still-on toy vibrates in her hand. she moves and whistles as she moves the huge screens in the room once more, three of them now hovering over your still shaking body. 

“let’s see here… ah!” she exclaims excitedly as she wheels something over to you, a strange contraption with multiple cameras attached. she positions it right beside the leg of the table, and with that, the monitors around you turn on, with the screens first showing some static before cutting to blurry views of your thighs, your breasts, and the middle monitor- a centered view of your dripping cunt. 

your entire body flushes a deep red, and your eyes lock on to the view of your own pussy gushing more slick at the sight. you squirm and whimper, biting down on the cable- you feel as if your teeth have dug into the cables to expose the copper inside. she moves to set down the vibrator on a table, and from the same drawer, pulls out a harness, and a thick, translucent, dildo- clearly meant to stretch your cunt out. it’s ribbed- she plans to make you cum over and over tonight. 

your body wants to wriggle away, but you also don’t miss how your pussy throbs at the image of getting stretched out by moore. she catches it as well.

“i saw that, cutie.” she muses as she puts the harness on. “looks like you want me to fill you up too.” she fixes the dildo into place, showing off her strap in all its glory. “what do you think? does it look good on me?” she teases, delighting in the way you nod desperately, a few more tears rolling down your face. 

“good girl! now, i don’t have any lube here, so you’ll just have to help me get my cock ready for you.” she cheers, as if she weren’t about to fuck you into oblivion. she walks up to you, clacking of heels accompanied with the whirring of machines resounding in the room. she reaches down to take the cables out of your mouth, causing you to choke on your spit. 

when you recover, you look up to see her nonchalant face, and down to see the thick dildo in hand. “open wide, baby.” that’s the only warning you get before she shoves her cock into your mouth. 

you gag immediately, trying to adjust to the size of the strap in your mouth, nearly forcing its way down your throat. you glance up, with tearful eyes, and for the first time, you see a change in moore’s expression. 

a darker glint in her eyes, and her smile seems a little more sinister- her cheeks flush a dark red and she huffs everytime she thrusts her cock deeper into your mouth. her look excites you wildly, and you try your best to take her into the back of your throat. 

you tear your eyes away from her, and at the corner of them, you catch a glimpse of one of the monitors- zoomed in on the way your mouth stretches around her. you nearly bite down on her strap in arousal, but instead relax your throat to allow her to fuck into it deeper. 

moore hilts herself in all the way, hands intertwined in your hair. she grinds into your mouth a little bit before finally pulling out, cock covered in drool and your lips flushed red. “so pretty.” she smiles, and slaps your cheek lightly a few times. she grabs the once discarded cables from the table beside her and shoves them back into your mouth, gagging you once more. 

she then walks back to the foot of the table, and you can lift your head up to see her align her strap with your sopping hole. she clicks her tongue, “eyes up, look at the screen.” you nod, eyes zeroing in on the screen displaying your cunt and her strap that is prodding at your swollen clit. 

“good.” she praises, and finally starts sinking her cock into your pussy. you let out a shaky sigh behind the gag, and your eyes roll back as you feel the stretch of every ridge of the dildo against your walls. you try to roll your hips forward to meet her pushing, but she’s binded you well- you can only lie there and take everything she gives you. 

“ biiiiiiiig stretch, cutie.” she mumbles, as she hilts herself inside your needy cunt. you look dizzily at the screen, watching as you visibly clench around her. you can only whimper out, trying to get her to move inside you, and she takes the hint. she doesn’t hesitate to begin thrusting slowly, helping you get used to the large toy. 

eventually, when she sees that you’re comfortable, she starts speeding up, and digs her fingers into your thighs. only the slick sounds coming from your cunt, and the soft “ mmfgh, mmf ”s can be heard throughout the room. you can barely focus on the screen as you can feel yourself approaching your much-needed orgasm, eyes crossing and toes curling. 

moore can feel you clenching harder around her- she knows that you’re close. “cum anytime you want, cutie- ah, but i won’t touch your little clit, ‘kay? it’s already so sore from the vibrator just now.” she fakes a sad pout and coos at you, though you could tell she was stifling a laugh while she was looking at your current, piteous state. 

you can only whine at her, though she pays no mind to the noises you make. without warning, she angles the strap differently- hitting your sweet spot intensely. and just like that, you cum immediately, squirting over her strap and dirtying her clothes. but it’s not enough- your swollen clit still untouched, still left unsatisfied amidst the jets of fluid squirting from your already sore cunt. your long, drawn out whines and hip movements tell moore all she needs to know. 

she slows down, making you shake your head desperately. “aww! not finished yet?” she giggles, thrusting hard just once into you, your head thrown back from the mild shock. “fine,” she says, almost mocking, “i’ll touch your pretty clit this time.” 

she pulls out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling, but it doesn’t take long for her to return, with that cruel vibrator in hand once more. she slides back into you with ease, making you whimper. however, the whimper turns into a scream when you feel the vibrator back on your clit, kicking your body into oversensitivity. 

amidst the buzzing of the toy and the the sounds of filthy squelching, you can hear moore laughing- at you, no doubt, as she pushes the toy against the underside of your clit once more. your hips try to wiggle away from the stimulation, but it’s impossible with the way you’re tied- and you cum around her with a squeal, but she doesn’t let up with her movements. you glance at the screen once more, now catching a view of your slick dripping onto the floor from your drenched cunt. 

the buzzing gets too much, almost painful , but she pushes harder. you slowly lose the strength to struggle against her, eventually succumbing to the pleasure she gives you. you’re simply laying limp on the desk, head thrown to one side with your eyes rolled back. she can tell that you’re close to your limit.

“one more, okay?” you barely get a nod out, and she grins. “gooooood girl.” it’s almost patronizing, but you’re is too fucked out to care. “maybe i should keep you tied up to a machine next time? that would be better than any coffee i could drink, no?” she proposes. 

the thought has you squeezing around her once more. she continues putting the filthiest ideas into your head. through your hazy mind, you can barely make out a few things she says- “how about i fuck you in the meeting in the morning?” and, “next time, i’ll record you getting fucked silly and send it to you while you’re working.” 

through a couple of choked out sobs and tears, you agree mindlessly- you can’t wait for the next time she has you like this. “gonna give you a treat now, sweet girl.” you don’t have the time or energy to question what she meant, before you feel her slam her strap home, and then something filling you up. your eyes jerk to the screen, and you can see a thin shot of cum flowing through the dildo into your worn out cunt. 

you cum wordlessly for the last time, creaming around her strap, body convulsing on the table. she jerks the dildo a little bit around inside you, trying to get her cum as deep as possible. she slows the speed down on the vibrator, eventually stopping it and putting it aside when your jerking dies down. she says something about pulling out- you can barely process anything anymore- and slowly removes her strap from your pussy, and you can feel the emptiness in you once more. your eyes watch wearily as your mixed fluids drip from your hole- which reminds you. 

your fingers, luckily, aren’t bound, and you make weak noises, pointing at her crotch area.

“me? oh, you want me to cum?” she giggles, petting your cunt gently. “don’t worry about it, sweetie, maybe i’ll have you eat me out under my desk tomorrow. you groan out gently, feeling your binds be removed. when she finally takes the cables out of your mouth, you cough a few times before speaking hoarsely. 

“moore… the meeting…” you can barely keep your eyes open, but you can feel her scoop you up into her arms, and kiss you on the forehead. 

“worry not cutie, i’ll clean you up and you can rest on the couch. i’ll wake you up when the morning comes…” she trails off, and it’s the last thing you hear before you pass out in her arms.

“ah… but there’s the issue of carrying you to the bathroom without you getting seen…”

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid PREVIEW

As I promised, a preview excerpt of my Charpim fanfic which will drop May 20th! (^o^) Also after reading the fic, PLEASE give me your feedback in the replies/reblogs, Thank you! 💗💛

Charlie couldn’t sleep on nights like this when the moon was big and bright, something about it made him want to stand outside by the ocean, drink from his flask and play his ocarina. As he played his beloved instrument he fondly recalled a childhood memory of his own when he was about 6 or 7, wearing a cape and an old hat Mr. Boss wore while armed with a little wooden sword, gallivanting around the beach while loudly-and-proudly proclaiming he was King of the Pirates. Little Charlie didn’t have much friends at that time but what he would do was based on one of Mr. Boss’ bedtime stories: writing mercritter runes in the sand and coming back later to see the response. Charlie did exactly that and eagerly waited for the response while distracting himself best he could fighting imaginary monsters and bad guys. Lo and behold Charlie always got a response, while in hindsight Charlie figured it could have been possible that someone, perhaps even Mr. Boss was playing along writing the responses in runes, he couldn’t shake off the magical sensation he got from the afternoon ritual. If it really was a mercritter responding to him this whole time he’d be over the moon.

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Alan followed Glep and Pim back to the grotto and was astonished at all the "land things" Pim secretly acquired and hidden away for so long, how did he manage to hide it all for so long without Amy tattling on him for kicks? He hid behind a pair of slightly-cracked goggles and inspected upon the mischievous twosome. Pim was combing his hair with a "dinglehopper" as Glep played with a golden bangle, the latter noticed the bittersweet-sad expression on Pim's face and asked: "Yaskawaboyo? (You okay man)?" Alan wondered if Pim was starting to get homesick, (un)surprisingly that wasn't the exact reason why the usually excited mercritter was so somber despite freeing himself. "...Maybe he's right, what if there is something wrong with me?" said Pim, who then seconds after shook his head in disgust at his father's hatred of the surface getting to him. "I just don't see why a world that makes such wonderful things could be so bad?" Pim felt strong and long-bottled up emotions gushing out, he stimmed a little bit by twirling the dinglehopper but that wouldn't do. Whenever Pim had to share his feelings he would sing and dance it all way much to the annoyance of his siblings, but after a period of masking, Pim had to share exactly how he felt.

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the boy...the boy who has everything?" Pim gasped in excitement and opened his arms wide while slowly spinning, "Look at this trove, treasures untold, how many wonders can one cavern hold?" quickly turning to Glep with his hands on his hips and sashay-ing with his hair swaying in the water, "Sure! He's got everythiiing~!" Pim swam around observing his collection with Glep following as he continued:

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty...I've got whozits and whatzits galore~"

Opening up a mustache-care box, jokingly offering to Glep: "You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty!" The two shared a little laugh before Pim solemnly closed it. "But who cares? No big deal....." Looking upwards, those longing words sweetly slipped out of his lips: "I want moooooore~"

"I wanna be where the people are-" Pim gently held Glep's fins and twirled around, "I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'~ Walking around on those.... what do you call 'em? Oh!" He playfully teased Glep's fins as the guppy squeaked. "Feet!"

Alan thought to himself: "This is the most elaborate venting I ever witnessed."

"Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for jumping, dancing..." Pim swayed his hips emulating how one with legs can walk on ground: "Strolling along down a... what's that word again?"

Glep playfully answered: "Skeewaboyo (Street)!" Pim smiled and swam up dramatically above where the light was shining through the grotto: "Up where they waaaalk, up where they ruuuun...up where they stay all day in the suuuuun!! Wanderin' free, wish I could be.... Part of that wooooorld~" Continuing with his acrobatics, "What would I give? If I could liiiive out of these waaaaters? What would I pay to spend a daaaay-" He sunk down and rolled around with a big smile on his face imagining what would it be like, in his own words: "-warm oooon the saaaand?" He then turned on his stomach with a humorously pouty look, "Bet'cha on land they understand, bet they don't...reprimand their soooons~" Pim almost relucantly called himself one of King Pimling's daughters up until realizing he wasn't in Meeplantica anymore, he then smiled while gazing upwards, "Bright young men, sick of swimmin'..." He lifted himself up again with a more hopeful and triumphant demeanor: "Ready to staaaaaaand AAAAAAND-" Observing a gilded storybook with a childlike energy he flipped around the pretty illustrations, "Ready to know what the people know! Ask 'em my questions and get some answers!" He came across one such illustration depicting Prince Charming and Fair Maiden cozening up by the fireplace, holding it up and longingly placing his stubby pink fingers on the painted flame, "What's a fire and why does it...What's the word?" He closed the book and held it to his chest, holding his head back and belting out: "Buuuuurn!!" Pim let go of the book, spinning upwards once again and reaching out to the light: "When's it my tuuuurn? Wouldn't I looooove, love to explore that shore up aaaaaabooooooove?" His octave raised at that last word he sang out...then his whimsy melted into wistful melancholy, for there wasn't any way he could achieve his lifelong dream, so he sank back down with a heavy heart..."Out of the sea....wish I could be...." As Glep sadly witnessed Pim floating back down on the sandy ground, he couldn't help but look back up at the light one more time: "Part of that....woooooorld..."

[spaceypeachbun]

OBJECTS AND SHOEN!!! 🎒👜👝👟👞👠👢

WHAT'S IN THEIR BAAAG and on their feet! I'll answer for Jachobin and Hoagie here (per your other ask) and everyone else in the other one. HOGARTH

Hogarth is known to rock a messenger bag if he's going somewhere that doesn't require him to flip around, scale buildings, climb trees etc. The contents are usually: - his sketchbook, a worn spiral bound number with a dark red cover hiding feathering pages. Common images inside include wolves, anthropomorphic wolves, Dope Ass Swords, the brainstorming for the lolita skirt pattern he made for Chad that one time, images of a heavenly creature he's hopelessly devoted to in a way perhaps Saintly (drawn in pencil and given highlight with a gold paint pen, it stains through to the other side like beams of light), and life drawings. - small plain black pencil pouch. Contains a few pencils (mechanical and otherwise), colored pencils in red, blue, and yellow, gel pens in black, white, blue, red, and gold, and the gold paint pen. There's also a small white, well-worn eraser housed in a green plastic thingy allowing it to double as a pencil sharpener. - hand sanitizer - another hand sanitizer - disinfectant wipes - tissues - a pair of thin nitrile gloves lest he need to touch anything - Praxis specific: a laser pointer - Praxis specific: a tiny scope he can attach to most rifles in a pinch should he need to, plus extra bullets for the one he usually uses. - Praxis specific: tiny gilded knife - Praxis specific: his ID card in a clear plastic folder on a black lanyard. There is a Badtzmaru sticker on it given to him by someone who annoys him soooo bad (Chad). Charge cards and cash are stuffed behind it. - Keys with a tiny key charm of a wolf on it. It used to be flocked, but he's held it and rubbed it with his thumb as a stim so much that much of the flocking is gone on one side.

Not in his pockets, but he always always always wears the moon and stars pendant Simon gave him.

And his shoes:

Hogarth is a boots guy (but not a bootboy.) he usually wears thick, sturdy boots that have been broken in over years of wear. These boots are more than likely stolen or gifted. He'll wear them until they sprout holes. THE GOOD DETECTIVE JACHOBIN GARBOT:

More of a pockets guy than a bag-carrier, but he makes the most of his space. For maximum carriage, I am going to say he's wearing his long black duster jacket as well, which grants him four extra pockets (two in the breast, two on the outside.) Some of these items might live in his car, too, if he's traveling lighter. - Keys (car, apartment, other people's apartments, file cabinets). The keychain also houses a bottle opener. You never know! #alcoholic - Thin black leather wallet with his fake ID (he's dead, this is necessary), cash, card, and a photograph of his son, Marley. There's also a faded drawing of a cat Marley did for him when he was five that's been in that wallet for ~20 years now. - A nice flip-top lighter he's had and maintained since 1962. "Rita" is carved on the side. He doesn't remember who Rita is. - Pack of cigarettes - Spiral bound 2x4inch lined notebook. Old pen kept tucked into the spiral. Lives in the same pocket as the smokes usually. - Tiny acrylic vial for keeping a handsome sip of blood in to top off. You never know! #vampire - A small collection of his business cards, kept in a metal card case. - An altoids tin that contains a small lock pick, a rubber band, two qtips, a folded up ziplock baggie, bobby pins, paper clips, a silver sewing needle, and two actual altoids. - Flask.

Narrowed to the bare essentials would be his keys, cigarettes and lighter, altoids tin. Jachobin wears moderately priced black brogues, polished himself when he has the time.

[nevadakincentral]

Doctor Hofnarr care kit for Cadet

Customizable slug stim toy ($7.99+)

Jade forest slime ($9.59+)

Customizable keyboard stim toy ($13.99)

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Customizable virus planter pen holder ($14.19+)

Madcom pins [couldn’t find Hofnarr :(] ($3.00+)

Math/Science pillow cover ($8.95)

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Science glow in the dark enamel pin ($10.00)

Atom earrings ($12.37)

Customizable Erlenmeyer flask keychain ($6.00)

[talos-stims]

pop rocks | source source

[ratmonarch2]

i just realized i've been banging a flask against my head help this is a stupid stim aaaaa

[thegempage]

[image description: two versions of the same digital art piece. Both depict Smith and Chief from Tales From Riftdale sitting in beach chairs at the edge of the water, enjoying time in the sun. They're both wearing mid-twentieth century striped one piece swimsuits, Chief's having sleeves while Smith's is a tank top. Smith is holding a fudge pop that he's taking a bite of and stimming with his other hand while Chief is holding his flask and wearing sunglasses. They are both smiling. The top image shows them in full color, showing that Smith's swim suit is pink and Chief's is blue, while the second has them in canon-compliant monochrome. end description]

my @talesfromriftdaleexchange piece for this summer edition!! this year my buddy was @fallow-horn and he wanted Smith having a good day and/or Chief in an old-fashioned bathing suit, so i went with both!! this was a super fun piece, and another in my line of summer exchange pieces of these characters having fun on the beach fjksdlafjdksl

[unknownjpegs]

switching shifts

The guard is falling asleep. Has to keep jerking upright as he stands at the door. It doesn’t usually distract Benny, who can rarely be pulled out of what he’s doing if he’s properly engaged, but he’s annoyed. Communications from above sea level have been going dark—not that he cares much about above sea level, not anyone he’s left on dry land whose waiting for him. But that puts shipment behind by a whole week, and Benny’s flask is running awfully dry. His cigarettes are starting to run low. Two a day only kind of deal. Benny is not a two a day only kind of smoker.

Swart flinches and then knocks his boots together to stand at attention, like he’s back in basic training and a drill sergeant is going to threaten to shove something up his ass. All about making them better soldiers, the ass shoving threats, Benny is sure. Something, something, the homoerotic nature of military and all.

“Need a stim, Swart?” Benny asks in a dry voice as he rifles through his notes. He works better with pen and paper, even though his laptop is sat open in front of him. The graph displays data he needs to puzzle through, put together by some analyst who works on the other side of the facility. He doesn’t trust analysts, so he’s puzzling it together himself.

“Boring fuckin’ detail, Doc.”

“You ha-have my deepest sympathies,” Benny replies, shuffling more of the paperwork. Then he snorts. Deep. Underwater. Get it? He almost says to the guard, because he’s admittedly used to someone else, who would enjoy a joke like that. Benny turns back to his work. His pen scratches across the paper in his messy, tiny script. He taps it a few times and then Swart has to snap himself up right again.

“Can usually switch my shift with Giarrizzo. But he’s on another detail tonight,” Swart yawns into a fist. His pen goes wide on an ‘s’, marks across the page. Benny glances over to the guard, chin tucked over his shoulder.

“Giarrizzo-Cohn.” He holds his hands up. Then slowly pushes them together. “It’s hyph-ph-phenated.” Swart always gets this look in his eyes when Benny starts stuttering. This ‘who made this fucking guy the scientist?’ look. It’s equal parts awkward as it is annoyed. Benny might be used to it, but still makes his skin itch. He puts his pen down, scratches a hand through his hair, looks at the puzzled together data instead of the soldier.

“Man, who cares? See—this is why no one wants to be in this lab with you, Doc. Hoity fucking toity.” Swart scuffs a boot, nose wrinkled in annoyance. Must be tough to be him, a soldier on guard for Benny, a guy with a stutter who makes three times more than his pay grade.

“Except Maran,” Benny points out.

“Maybe the fucking guy likes fish?” Swart gestures to the tank in front of him, with a snide and condescending curl to his lip. Benny swivels on his stool.

“Margot is an octopus,” he says. She clings to her coral rock bed, which Ben had painstakingly made himself to ensure she felt properly at home. The water filter bubbles a bit, ambiance in his lab to go along with the whir of computers. Pen scratches, when he’s ignoring the computers.

“So?”

“Octopuses are cephalopods.”

“I hate this fucking job,” Swart mumbles under his breath, eyes upward to avoid looking at either the octopus or her owner.

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Maran leans over the open topped tank, his hand lazily drifting through the water. He keeps the other propped up, a fist to rest his chin on while he looks at the octopus as she does her fast crawl across the rock bed. One of her arms occasionally swings up, wraps around his fingers, then drifts away. His face is lit up by the water, a little pattern across freckles and tan skin. The lighting in the lab is usually stark and white, but Benny has a headache so he’s turned it down. Dimmed everything except what was necessary for him to look at under the microscope he’s supposed to be paying attention to.

And of course, the little lights in Margot’s tank, so that he can see Maran’s face better.

“Roll your s-sleeve up a bit,” Benny comments. Maran startles, because it’s the first thing he’s said in an hour or so. He pulls his arm from the tank and blinks at Benny. “The chemicals fr-from your shirt might mess with the tank water.”

“Shit,” Maran starts shoving at the tight fabric of his black shirt. The material rolls up to his sleeve, exposing strong forearms that make Benny’s mouth dry. He watches the tendons in his wrist flex, the appearance of a vein in Maran’s hand. His eyes drift from that up, to where he’s pinched a tongue between his teeth as if concentrating. Maran’s own eyes flicker up and his face goes pink under Ben’s cold blue eyed stare.

“Didn’t hurt her, did I?”

Her and not it. Was one of the first things Benny had noticed about Maran. Maybe Swart wasn’t necessarily wrong. Maybe Maran liked animals; he even looked at the sea snails with admiration and sometimes did, admittedly, press too close to the tank of fish to watch them dart around in a makeshift school.

He never looked out the windows though. Into the dark beyond. Benny shuttered them when Maran was around.

“C’mere,” he says instead of answering the question. He stands from his stool and gestures to the microscope. Maran crosses the lab over to him. The sound of his booted foot steps is loud and Benny’s eyes flicker to them. They rise up from laces, to the way his dark tactical pants wrap tightly around his thighs. His belt and then up more until Benny is once again drawn to that pretty face.

Benny was never that shy about checking people out. Usually he did so with open gazed sleaze—he didn’t pretend. It worked in his favor, because the people he attracted usually liked that about him. But Maran’s face begged for attention and Benny’s roaming eyes could never stray far from those features. Strong nose, freckles, high cheek bones. Such a gorgeous mouth. Maran swings his arms out, bracing his hands against the lab table, smiling toothily.

“What is it today?”

“Sample fr-from the scorpion,” Benny says, patting the stool he was just occupying. Maran lowers himself slowly, scooting forward. He’d had no idea how to use a microscope before Benny had showed him, but now his hands sort of move there expertly. Benny stares at those hands for a long moment.

“Scorpion?”

“It’s wh-what we’re calling the creature. The one th-that almost made a snack out of Father Wolffe.”

“You said it was crustacean though.”

Benny’s heart makes a painful squeeze, a little palpitation. He rubs hard at his sternum, wondering if the nicotine withdrawal was going to start killing him. The headache was certainly still there, pulsing behind his ears, crawling up the back of his head. Benny looks at the stretch of Maran’s shirt over his shoulder blades, the taut line of it where it clings between the two.

He flattens his hand there and Maran jumps, so he slides his hand up to cradle the nape of his neck. Keep him looking at the scorpion sample. His skin is as soft as Benny had imagined it would be. His fingers curl just slightly, as though he can’t help it. Maran’s hand slaps onto the desk in reflex.

“Maran, do y-you switch shifts to work in my lab?”

“Uh,” Maran breathes out the word rather than just saying it. He turns slightly, so Benny increases the bit of pressure in his hand. Maran makes a sound then that is even breathier. Spots appear in front of Benny’s vision, little dots of white that he has to blink away. His muscles feel constricted and flexed, his body tensed. His breathing feels difficult. But the heat is the worst, this twitching hot curling sensation that sits in his lower stomach. “Maybe?”

“Why?”

His hand relaxes and Maran turns, twists himself on the stool. His hand on the lab table brushes over paperwork that scatters to the floor—and neither men pay attention to it. Benny is leaned over him, his hand moving from Maran’s neck to the front of his throat, to tuck fingers into the top of his shirt, to feel more skin. Maran’s eyes are glassy as they look up at him. They swerve upward, to the ceiling and Benny cannot look at the roll of his eyes like that. His gaze falls to Maran’s plush lips, as they part just a bit.

“Uh,” Maran repeats and then his lips curve into a smile that Benny absolutely cannot continue looking at. “I like you, Ben.”

Maran makes a noise when Benny crashes down to kiss him. Something that he will memorize and repeat later, listen to, laying in his bed. A noise that is half surprise and pleasure that Benny swallows up with his mouth. His hand cups Maran’s jaw, lips parting to kiss him as hungrily as he’s been for him. Weeks of this soldier standing in his lab, to approaching his tanks, to coming to stand by him while he works. To asking questions. To remembering things he says. Benny’s mouth opens wider, feels Maran chase upward with tongue.

One of Maran’s hands seems to find a place on Benny’s thigh, curling around it. His other hand reaches up but Benny’s snatches it and shoves it down onto the table. That makes Maran moan. Their tongues touch, slide together messily as Maran’s knees knock wider and Benny’s body crowds into his space. The lean can’t be comfortable, the way Maran is curved back against the lab table. But he doesn’t protest, doesn’t stop the kiss upward, his head moving to a new angle.

Benny thinks to memorize the way he tastes, the feel of the lips he’d often stared at. But then, thinks, no need to memorize. They’re not going to stop kissing. Not until it becomes hard to breathe—and when it does, when they’re both open mouth panting against each other, rather than fully kissing, that’s when Benny pulls away.

A string of spit connects their mouths for a moment, until Maran’s tongue flicks out, runs over his bottom lip and catches it.

Benny moans so loudly that even Maran seems startled out of reverie by it. His hand squeezes Ben’s thigh, almost as if on accident. His pretty brown eyes flicker there and then back up and then there again and back up. Benny can’t help his grin, his tilted, slice of a smile across his face. His tongue runs over his teeth, head tilted, chest heaving in and out with air. Benny’s knee wedges hard between Maran’s thighs and the soldier gasps. I need to fuck you, I need to fuck you so hard, I need you.

“Maran, I—”

Water splashes against him from behind, making him jump. He nearly crashes both of them to the ground at the icy sensation. Benny spins and looks at the tank, his sunglasses clattering to the floor from where they’d perched on the top of his head. Margot slinks innocently across the wall of the tank, her long arms inching her along.

“Margot,” Benny snaps, stomping toward the tank. “Don’t be f-fu-fucking rude. I will put the top on this tank—” He sputters as water is splashed up against him again, stumbling backward.

Maran’s loud laughter behind him makes him jump even higher. He turns on a heel, but whatever nasty retort he’d have to the laugh is immediately cut off. Maran’s on the stool, leaned back, elbows on the lab table, his head tilted. His cheeks are flush dark red, all the way to his throat, and his lips are shiny. His knees are still widened from how he’d been all but crushed against by Benny’s body. The scientist’s eyes flicker to the stretch of tac pants and then back up, blinking owlishly.

“Forgot we had company, yeah?” Maran jokes, one of his legs swinging on the stool. His combat boot makes a tap, tap, tap sound against the metal bar. Benny’s dry mouth suddenly floods with the thought of his tongue on the tip of that boot.

“Saying we sh-should go somewhere alone, Mar?”

The confident look on his face drops to be replaced with something startlingly shy. Benny’s insides claw at themselves, his brain screaming again (fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck) as he does a slow approach. His now wet shirt clings to him and he slowly shrugs out of his lab coat, tossing it onto the table. Maran’s eyes blink at the sudden reveal of tattooed arms and then his eyes swivel right back up to the ceiling.

Benny catches him by the chin and slowly tilts his head down to force his gaze back to him.

“I like you too, Maran.”

[loominggaia]

I didn't know Glen was autistic??

He's actually not! His "stimming" is a symptom of his anxiety, which he normally quells with alcohol. But if there's no flask in his mouth, then his thumb is likely taking its place.

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