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Sоmеоnе hеlp mе Undеrstаnd whаt’s gоing оn bеhind my еyеs Dосtоr, I саn’t tеll if I’m nоt mе.
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Thermography
is that your ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ that’s beating…? or ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ you’re alive?
I think you need a [ 🇸🇴🇫🇹🇼🇦🇷🇪 🇺🇵🇬🇷🇦🇩🇪 ] Because you run ten minutes too late.
google irl detained
secondary objective haulted
do not attempt to approach
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
i said i’d do them and here we are, a list of prompts set either before or during sex. as always, if you want to reverse the roles, add “+ REVERSE” to your chosen meme! so, [ STRADDLE ] + REVERSE would mean the receiver straddles the sender! okay, now, have a wonderful day!
[ UNZIP ] : sender unzips/unbuttons receiver’s dress/shirt - s l o w l y
[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver closer to them.
[ PUSH ] : sender pushes receiver against a wall during foreplay.
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver in place during foreplay/sex.
[ TRAIL ] : sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.
[ HOIST ] : sender lifts receiver on top of a counter as they have sex.
[ BENEATH ] : sender moves a hand beneath an item of receiver’s clothing to touch their skin.
[ SCRATCH ] : sender trails their fingernails against receiver’s skin during sex.
[ TUG ] : sender tugs receiver’s hair while making out or having sex.
[ TILT ] : sender tilts receiver’s head to the side to kiss their neck.
[ NECK ] : sender wraps a hand around receiver’s neck during foreplay/sex.
[ LIFT ] : sender lifts receiver up, so receiver’s legs wrap around sender’s waist.
[ LAP ] : sender pulls receiver into their lap.
[ BEHIND ] : sender arrives behind receiver and begins to kiss them from behind.
[ DOWN ] : sender gives receiver oral sex.
[ HUSH ] : sender and receiver try to keep quiet during sex.
[ PUBLIC ] : sender and receiver have sex in a public place.
[ YANK ] : sender rips off an item of receiver’s clothing.
[ COVER ] : sender uses fabric to cover receiver’s eyes during foreplay/sex.
[ ICE ] : sender uses ice cubes against receiver’s bare skin.
[ MARK ] : via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.
Snow White's stitching up your circuit-boards Synapse slipping through the hidden door.
felt it in my fists, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids. shaking through my skull, through my spine && down through my ribs.
@yournameinlights —
“hey. quit being a bully.” Mark flicks Google between the eyes. he’s not really looking at the Android, he’s more focused on his work. namely, trying to get this blast sequence timed exactly right. orange and yellow masked in purple smoke right outside the Bridge’s front window. and Google, being an asshole, is trying to get under his skin. or more accurately, the Head Engineer’s skin. which is perfectly fine! just not while Mark is in it. “if you’re good for the next ten minutes, i’ll give you a fun little upgrade,” he promises. “no weapons, but maybe something aesthetic? or a skill boost? you think about what you want, buddy.”
@yournameinlights
Google was watching Mark for some time. Mark had walked out of the Bridge for a minute, and with a blink, he was back. The android’s eyes narrowed. It was much too quick for him to return and be back at the Bridge’s computer. He let it go, given the universe’s instability at the present. Google stepped over and watched him start setting up a blast sequence. It look particularly harmless, which led to Google commenting on how poor his calculations were. When that didn’t work as he wished, he started picking apart his dense nature.
Except it didn’t affected the Engineer like it normally would. In fact, he seemed more amused than upset. Google’s eyes flashed yellow as he fixed his glasses, nose scrunched up at the flick. “S-So childish.” The robot huffed, arms crossing over his chest.
“’Skill-ill checks’? D-Do you have-ve head trauma, moron?” Google spat out incredulously, raising a dark brow. “What are you t-talking about-bout?”
THEY HAD IT COMING !
THEY HAD IT COMING !
THEY ONLY HAD THEMSELF TO BLAME !
IF YOU'D'A BEEN THERE , IF YOU'DA SEEN IT ?
I bet'cha you would'a done the same.
&& i can go anywhere i want anywhere I want ——— just not home …
Insufficient Leadership Detected.... Troubleshooting.... Initializing Autopilot Protocol. Stand back... Do you feel lucky?
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IN MY HEART
IN MY HEAD
YOU’RE IN MY HEART
IN MY HEART
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IN MY HEART
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IN MY HEART
IN MY HEAD
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The gleam of red in artificial eyes has a chill rushing down his spine. That crackling, skipping voice projection somehow is even worse than if it were someone like Mack looming over him and spitting insults, breath hot and spit flying.
Shit, shit, shit.
Maybe the Captain would be the better option. They seemed far less likely to beat him senseless and launch him into space than Google did. But at the same time—
He swallows. “ N-no, no, we don’t, uh… We don’t need to get the Captain. Fuck, I’m really sorry, Google, I didn’t mean to— ”
He barely swallows a yelp when he’s yanked up a bit higher onto his toes.
@charofthestars
“Sh-Sh-Shut. Up.” Google said sternly, demanding. He shoved Charlie up higher, slamming him a bit for good measure. He had to contain a sharp chuckle at the pleading and yelping. It was quite cute in a pathetic way.
“Fine-ine… I’ll be nice-ice. You’re u-utterly useless with tech-ch, but you’re an-an excellent-t-t yes-yes man.” Easily keeping Charlie up with one hand tightly gripping his uniform front, Google grabbed his chin and made the human meet eyes. They were still gleaming red even as he grinned. “So y-you’ll be doing-ing my job until I-I-I can recharge.
“D-Don’t worry about your little ki-ki-kitchen, rat. I’ll handle that-t before I power down in th-the repair bay-ay.” Like a stone, Charlie was dropped to his feet, Google scowling with disgust when the man stumbled into him. “Disgusting.”
Charlie has a moment to be aware that he had fucked up before the consequences of his actions have him by the front of his green kitchen jumpsuit. His eyes are wide, arms up between them with palms out facing, as though he could possibly push Google back if the android didn’t want to be pushed. He’s a wall of unforgivable metal, and there’s far too much sincere anger in cybernetic eyes for his comfort.
“ Google! I, uh— ” He swallows. “ I’m in the kitchen, buddy. I’m pretty sure this is where I’m supposed to be. ” Nevermind last night when he’d been poking around engineering after hours.
"P-Playing dumb-umb may work for-r-r the Engineer and the Captain, but I'm n-n-not a fool." Google spat, perfect teeth twisted into a sharp sneer. Waking up with a low battery wasn't the worst thing in the world, but the fact his charging cable had been stepped on and snapped was. Checking the cameras was easy, and seeing Charlie sneaking around in the robotics room was enough to subject the cook to a verbal lashing. (Maybe a physical one too, if the android was feeling particularly physical today).
Google's eyes narrowed, glinting red now as he slowly leaned in. He was barely a hair away from Charlie's ear when he started whispering in his broken voice. There was no breath on the skin. No heat came from the mouth dripping with spoken venom. "Y-You're lucky-ky that I have stri-strict orders to not... terminate-nate without the Captain's word-d." The robot continued, pulling back to see the Charlie's expression. He almost smirked at the nervous fright gracing the human features. "However-ever... I'll make s-sure you fix your mistakes.
"O-Or would you rather-r I go-go to the C-Captain, cook?"