4 Works by scrambled_eggshell
Listing Works
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“Hey, bud.” Robert straightened in his seat. He forced himself to smile in order to hide his grimace of pain at the movement. “I'm all good. Just one of those days, y’know?”
Phenomaman stared blankly.
“I do not know.”
Ah.
Right.
“It means that I’m fine. I appreciate the concern, I do, but I should really get back to work now–” Robert started to swivel back toward his monitor, but he didn’t get far. Phenomaman’s hands clamped down on the armrests, locking him in place.
The metal warped slightly under his firm hold.
Phenomaman brought his face right next to the side of Robert’s cheek and inhaled deeply. He frowned, his brow creasing.
“You are injured, Robert. Are you in need of medical aid?”
Robert fucking hates his period. Luckily, SDN's Greatest Hero is there to help soothe his pain!
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Unraveling Stitch by scrambled_eggshell
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
15 Nov 2025
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Jayce frowned. “You are a bit warm… hm. Maybe we should take a break.”
She leaned over to reach for her desk chair—her skirt riding up with the motion. Viktoria turned her head away from Jayce.
“You have a tear in your stockings,” Viktoria blurted out, then gasped, startled by the lack of her usually impeccable filter.
Jayce’s hand stilled where it clutched the back of the chair, midway through rolling it over. Her nose scrunched akin to a rabbit, confusion (adorably) evident on her face. However, she then glanced down and caught sight of the tear herself.
Her lips quirked downwards in a look of soft annoyance.
“Not again!” Jayce bemoaned. She leaned against the desk, lifting up her leg to further inspect the distressed fabric. Jayce’s skirt rode up impossibly higher. Viktoria could almost catch a glimpse of tan skin, hidden away.
Janna.
Janna.
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Viktoria reacts completely normally to her coworker having a rip in her clothing.
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"I can help you, but only if you ask for it," he started seriously, "Can you do that for me, Johnny?"
Ghost ran his thumb across Soap's now flushed cheek. He looked halfway between begging for it and jumping off the damn heli.
Finally, he met Ghost's eyes with a desperate, pleading look, the first side of him clearly having won.
"Please Ghost, need it."-OR-
Soap struggles with boring, monotonous missions, making him more prone to danger. Ghost, the wonderful friend he is, helps Soap get out of his head.
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“Nothings worked, ‘aven’t been able to-” Soap gasped as he found a particularly good angle, “‘aven’t been able to cum.”
“Poor Lad,” Ghost tutted, watching Soap’s reactions minutely. He looked lost in a relief-filled haze. “Like a mutt, aren’t you? Too out of it to do anything. Too busy thinking with,” Ghost shoved his thigh harder against the straining need, “This.”
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Soap has been messing up on missions because he hasn't been able to cum. Ghost, always looking out for his subordinates, lends a hand.