Black Butler

Growing Words - Ciel Phantomhive / Elizabeth Midford

Momma's Girl 🔞- Madame Red / Grell Sutcliff

Borderlands

Jackothy Drabble: Workout Routine

Jackothy Drabble: God is in My Skin 🔞

Mandatory Lunch Break 🔞 - Handsome Jack / Rhys

Who Needs Competition When You Were Born to be Last 🔞 - Handsome Jack / Timothy Lawrence

Boyfriend to Death 🔞

A Carcer in the Mind 🔞 - Rire / OC (Secret Killer Gift Exchange)

Meteorus autographae 🔞 - Lawrence Oleander

Normality 🔞- Lawrence Oleander

Once You Hit Rock Bottom You Can Always Go Into The Core of the Earth 🔞 - Lawrence Oleander

Hellsing

ABC's of Flower Symbolism - Collection

A New World - Rip Van Winkle / Tubalcain Alhambra

Geist von Frangipani - Rip Van Winkle / Tubalcain Alhambra

Trouble 🔞 - Zorin Blitz / Tubalcain Alhambra

V is for Violet - Luke & Jan Valentine

Original Works

Granma Should've Kept the Plastic Cover on Her Couch 🔞 - Nina / Jaylin (OCs)

Overwatch

The Impracticality of Talon Uniforms 🔞 - Baptiste / Mauga

Tumbling Down the Mountain 🔞 - Baptiste / Mauga

You Kill Me Everytime 🔞

"Be smart, Rhys." Jack called out as his employee backed down the vacant corridor to his office. Armed with a company-issued stun baton, Rhys gripped the silicone handle, ready to swing at any moment.

It started as a disagreement. Escalated into…this. Something about numbers, profits. Jack couldn't be wrong, no, he had to push and prod. Rhys was nice, he hadn't killed anyone (intentionally), he didn't want to hurt his boss. Jack asked for it. He wanted a reaction, and a reaction he got.

2,000 Volts of electricity collided with Jack's right thigh. He keened onto the floor, yelled, fell into a few desks. It was more theatrical than anything. Rhys winced at first. He didn't want to hurt Handsome Jack. It would have stopped there. A jab and a string of apologies after. But he wanted more.

Jack's eyes darkened after the blow. The dim lights of Helios made everyone seem angry, Jack more-so with the sharp angles of his mask. Anger fueled Jack's body to rise, grapple onto a desk and lift himself on shaky legs. It was arousal that made him creep forward. A smile concealed with a bite of his lip, as he beckoned Rhys to come back.

"C'mon put the baton down," his voice vibrated unevenly. Swallowed thick to regain some exposure. A pinch of something in Jack's voice told Rhys to point the baton at his boss. Jack's brows furrowed, his mouth gaped open. A groan of a plea echoed in the hallway, "I'm not gonna hurt you, kiddo."

For a second, Rhys found himself moonshotted onto Pandora, face-to-face with a rabid skag. Or more fittingly, with a slag-addicted bandit. Jack taunted him to come closer, to instigate further. Rhys witnessed Jack airlock people for less. Survival kept him distanced. Stupidity kept him engaged, "Stop following me and I'll consider not electrocuting you to death."

Rhys closed his eyes. Blinked momentarily. When opened, they found a soft smile back on Jack's face. Rhys meant every word. He didn't know how much electricity a human could take from a stun baton. Killing the CEO of Hyperion wasn't a plan of his. He liked Handsome Jack as an employer. So, he was serious. Jack was-

-thud-

The noise startled Rhys. He jolted towards the fluorescent lights. It was the hydraulic powered door of Handsome Jack's office. His back had collided with the hard metal. The door only opened for Jack when the work-day ended. It remained shut, locked even, behind Rhys. With the singular exit behind the crazed man, Jack pressed forward. His speed remained the same. Huffs of air fell from his twitching mouth. Rhys's breaths mirrored Jack's. Rhys was the loser of the game he didn't know he declared.

The winner threw himself at the door. His forearms raised to grab at the only weapon between the two of them. A growl found in propaganda tapes made by Hyperion emitted from Jack's mouth. Whatever adrenaline he had left was exerted to wear the crown. Hands found the cold metal of the rod and tugged. Push and pull. Tug and release. A battle of strengths.

Wit won.

A baton pulled was pushed. Jack's body reacted before he could register the action. He crumpled like aluminum and went rigid like a corpse. Rhys let up his grip on the taser, Jack, uncontrollably, kept it pulled into his abdomen. Held onto sensitive flesh, electricity stimulated the muscles. Jack cried out to Rhys, pleas for a resolution. Cries borderlined screams that crescendoed in waves. Peaking louder and louder.

Jack's hands fell from the silicone. He collapsed into Rhys, who held the still convulsing body. Shivers coursed through his lungs, released as low whimpers. Eyes rolled back in search for consciousness.

Rhys fixated on Jack's reaction, had been the entire time. Handsome Jack wanted a reaction. He calculated the formula when he brought up something about profits. If given time and work, his reaction would move to completion. A catalyst, a nice employee, would give him exactly what he desired.