#roach dude

[ammo-optic]

hes basically just me but i hate him more

he did his piercings by himself i guess, by some miracle they arent infected

[corkscrewrawks]

roach ......rrroaachhhh ....

[baldifanboy200]

that roach asscruuett,,,,

[cvntroach5000]

Bad Dog, Sit and Be a Good Dog 🔞

continuation of my nexos au fic series, featuring command evol reader!

pairing: caleb x reader

content warning: ooc caleb, suggestive, imprisonment, depiction of fictional mental ailments, power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics (sub caleb), human furniture, implied coming untouched, mind control

You slowly circle the prisoner, tapping your baton against the gloved palm of your hand. In the dim light, you swear you see a drop of sweat trickle down his chest. He kneels on the ground of the cell, heels tucked underneath him and arms held behind his back. But he is not restrained.

"Are you ready for today's routine interrogation?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am..." He whispers in reverence.

You hum, "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, ma'am!" He repeats instantly, voice wavering slightly less this time.

Subject CL204 from the Fourth Ward, Sector Six. He is a very unique specimen. Despite the intense distortions messing with his mind, he's more compliant than some of his counterparts from the lower threat Wards.

"Good." You praise him, walking over to your chair.

You take a seat and cross your legs. CL204 whimpers quietly.

"Speak your mind." You encourage him.

He fidgets in his spot, glancing between your face and the floor.

"Permission to approach?" He breathes out, finally.

"Granted."

As soon as the affirmation leaves your lips, he springs from his heels and crawls over towards you. He stops right in front of you, hovering his chin above your knee.

"Permission to..." He swallows thickly, "Touch? Please?"

You scan your eyes over him. He seems stable enough.

"...Granted." You allow carefully.

He lets out a shaky breath, arms wrapping around your legs as he rests his head on your knee.

"The chair is hard." He rambles, "You should sit more comfortable."

You squint your eyes at him. He's trying something. Nothing nefarious necessarily. But he is testing the waters, looking for something.

"Are you suggesting more furnishing for your cell?" You don't think that's what he's asking, but you feign ignorance.

"No! No." He replies quickly.

He rubs his hand over your shin. Though he is the one carressing you, this action is clearly calming to him.

He licks his lips, as if tasting the words before he speaks them, "I could be your cushion."

You're still not satisfied with his insinuations.

"I won't sit on your lap, prisoner." You state firmly.

He jolts away from you, as if burned. Though you don't follow, the grip on your baton tightens on reflex.

"Not on my lap, ma'am." He scoots back over to you, pressing his forehead against the tip of your boot, "On my back..."

Even though you're familiar with the suggestion, it takes you slightly by surprise in this situation. For a moment, you wonder if you should go along with his needy requests or if it'd be more beneficial to keep a distance. Still, you'd hate to make him feel as though you're punishing him. At his best, he is easily the most well-behaved of the Sixth Sector beasts.

You slowly get up from your chair and he immediately scuttles backwards to give you space. He wastes no time bracing himself on his arms, lowering his head as he awaits your next move. You turn around and seat yourself on his muscular back. He hisses, feeling the leather of your uniform stick to the bare skin of his back.

"You're right." You muse, "This is more comfortable."

You absentmindedly trace the tip of your baton over his tailbone. You can feel him shiver underneath you.

"Thank you, ma'am. Always a pleasure, ma'am." He says between uneven breaths.

Classic Caleb. So eager to serve, so eager to please. Even in this detoriated state, that part of him never changes.

"Who am I?" You deliver the usual question.

He whimpers your name.

"Excellent." You take off one of your gloves and rub your hand over the back of his neck.

He moans softly, reveling in the skin-on-skin contact.

"When was I last here?" You pause your hand to let him focus on answering your questions.

He starts muttering numbers. He's counting mealtimes to calculate the days.

"Eight days, ma'am." He concludes.

"Very good." You comb your fingers through his hair.

Despite practically melting under your touch, he makes for a sturdy and stable seat.

"What did I ask you last time?"

"You gave me notes. Asked me to identify the ones written by me."

You gently pull on his hair, massaging his scalp. You can feel him start to tremble lightly.

"Yes. And how did you do?"

He takes a moment before daring to answer, "Good?"

"That's right. You were a very good boy, Caleb."

The tremors intensify. You swiftly lift yourself off his back. As soon as your warmth leaves him, he lets out a pathetic cry and slumps to the ground. He whines your name, in a manner that sounds almost jovial and boyish.

"Who are you?" You finally ask him.

He blinks blearily at you, then smiles so softly it makes your chest tighten.

"I..."

You hold your breath.

"I'll always be... By your side."

The prisoner passes out.

Despite your best efforts and his great progress...

Another failure.

You stroke his hair. He looks almost peaceful like this, free from the shackles of madness for just a moment.

"Go to bed."

The limp body goes taut. Without awakening, the prisoner carefully stands up and makes his way to the mattress in his cell before laying down on it. His muscles relax again, command completed.

You almost wish he was always this sweet. Putty and pliant in your hands, craving if only the sound of your voice. And yet you still missed him. The Caleb that tried to tease you, despite knowing your icy demeanor. The Caleb that pushed back against you when he was being overprotective. But even this rabid dog before you shall be domesticated by you one day.

[happysoulobservation]

[flowery-laser-blasts]

If there's something I love, it's loud extrovert mothers that pester their evil sons about finding a romantic partner and settling down because they want grandchildren.

I finally saw strange magic! (AND TURNS OUT I'M THE ONLY ONE OF OUR GROUP THAT HASN'T SEEN IT. EVEN MY FIANCE HAS SEEN IT?!) I love everything about this movie... except the kaleidoscope ending.

Also:

This is my child. He's my everything. I want to protect him with my entire being. Oh my god. I can't. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Little Possum mouse baby boy baby I just want to squish and boop and aargh!!!

[pohmus69]

sanderson

[deep-doze]

you were clearly meant for more, than a life lost in the war

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate those Hobie ship fics/fanarts/headcanons where Hobie's partner is potrayed as being offput by his looks but warming up to him once they get to know him because it's just the writers/artists projecting onto to them that they think Hobie is ugly but 'makes up for it' by having 'a nice personality'.'If i met Hobie i'd be intimidated at first but then talk to him and realize he's not defined by his looks!!!'What's wrong with what Hobie looks like.Why would he need to 'prove' to you or whoever you ship him with he's not grotesque and hard to look at and that 'it's what on the inside that counts'.Quickly🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼!!!

[autisticaradiamegido]

thoughts on dave and aradia (<>)?

day 356

BIG fan tbh. in this house we love and respect timerails

truly yall read this log and tell me theyre not cute

[p0stalguy]

Roach dude returns

[2022dirt]

Cockroach shrines created by people.

[corkscrewrawks]

this fuckass roach brh

[dumbf1nded]

idk where to go from here yet so... racha3d progress report

i definitely learned a lot about modelling from this! first of all its so annoying but its so satisfying at the same time

[keeps-ache]

YOU HAVE TRIED.

[roachy-draws]

He wants to get water

One problem: it's 3am

Aka demon/ ghost time