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Interested

An EraserMic x Reader Smut One Shot

Notes/ Warnings: Established relationship with Shouta, Threesome, Oral (female receiving), Quirk Kink, Double penetration, anal, Fem reader, non-consensual recording of sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, it’s soft at the end.

WC: 3139

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar as always

Hizashi sat down at his desk, his students having just left for the day, and found a small tape tucked neatly into the top drawer of his desk. He turned it over and found it labeled ‘Interested?’ in a familiar scrawl. He shrugged and popped it into his player, sliding his headphones over his ears as he hit play. It was normal for his best friend to give him music to review this way, so he figured he’d listen as he graded. That was until he heard a soft rhythm of moans coming through his headset. He squinted, confusion taking over his features as he heard his best friend speak.

“I heard you and Midnight in the lounge today.”

The moans stopped.

“The conversation about who you’d want to be with if you weren’t mine.”

Your voice was the next to come through. “Shouta, we were just-”

“I know,” Hizashi listened intently as Shouta cut you off, “I’m not upset,” he reassured. “I’m interested.”

“What do you-” your question died in your throat and was quickly replaced with a groan of approval.

“You said you were curious about how he’d use his quirk.”

The blonde waited on baited breath for your response to his best friend’s statement.

“Use your words.” Shouta instructed.

“You- ah-” a gasp escaped you, and your response was forced between heaving breaths, “Yes! Yes.”

Shouta’s voice dropped considerably in tone, “Say his name for me, Kitten.”

“Hizashi.”

The word was short and barely audible, but it froze the man in his seat and he held his breath, waiting to see if you’d say his name again.

Shouta tsked, “Say it like he can hear you.”

“Hizashi.” This time it came as a moan dripping with need.

The hero’s breath escaped him in a lustful groan, and he was suddenly very aware of the erection his pants were struggling to contain.

“Shouta… please,” you sounded desperate, and Hizashi found himself whimpering at his desk, wanting to be the reason for the sounds you were making.

“Tell me how you want him to fuck you.” He punctuated the sentence with a grunt.

“I- fuck,” The word was drawn out and pornographic. “I want him to eat me out until I’m cumming on his tongue, and-” Your sentence was cut off by a sharp inhale. “Then I want him inside me. Hard, and-” Another gasp, “Faster.” You mewled, tone rising in pitch.

Hizashi listened as Shouta’s breathing mixed sinfully with yours. His heart was pounding out of his chest and he shifted in his seat, trying in vain to relive the pressure in his groin.

“That’s it, Kitten. Just a little more.”

“Please, I’m gonna-”

“Say his name while you cum for me.”

Hizashi’s eyes fluttered shut and his lungs strained to take in the air he needed when the recorded version of you yelled his name as you climaxed.

It was a moment of silence later when Shouta spoke again. “Good girl,” He cooed, “Get some rest.”

The man sitting at his desk heard you give an appreciative hum before the sound clicked off. He reached for his phone to text Aizawa, “Very.”

You stood in the shower with your eyes closed, letting the hot water run over your skin. You sighed as the stress of the day melted away. The plan had been to wait for your boyfriend to get home, but he’d taken too long to arrive, so you’d gotten in without him. He’d probably join you when he got home anyway.

As if on cue, you heard the bathroom door click open and Shouta called out to you. “Y/n? I’m sorry I’m late, but I have a surprise. Eyes closed,” He commanded.

You shook your head with a smile; he always made it up to you when he was late. “They are.”

You heard the shower curtain pull back and felt him slide in behind you. He gripped your hips and planted small kisses over your neck and shoulders. You hummed sweetly and pushed your hips into him, feeling his erection press into the small of your back. You heard him drag a breath between his teeth when you ground your ass against him, and you chuckled slightly. “Shouta, this is nice, but it’s not really a surprise.”

“Isn’t it though?” His voice came distinctly from in front of you. You froze and your eyes shot open to look your boyfriend, naked in all his glory, dead in the eye. Your heart raced and your stomach found a home in your throat until you heard the man behind you speak.

The words brushed against the shell of your ear as the man pressed himself against you. “Hey, Princess.”

Oh fuck. Hizashi had used the nickname before but never like that. His tone never sounded like he was ready to eat you alive. Every ounce of air in your body left you in a groan when Hizashi pinched at one of your peaked nipples. Your hand landed on top of his where he still gripped your hip and pulled up his fingers to interlock them with yours. You dragged his hand to hover at the top of your thighs.

You felt Hizashi stop for a moment, and your question of why was answered when you saw Shouta nod. Having been given the approval he needed, the blonde’s fingers dipped between your legs and made quick work of finding your clit. You moaned, back arching off Hizashi’s chest as he drew careful circles around the bud of nerves. You gripped his forearm like your life depended on it and tilted your head to the side to give him more space for the love bites he was leaving.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered the compliment into your neck and placed a kiss in the same spot, like he was sealing it into your skin. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this. To hear you make these sounds for me.”

His words made you whimper, and you relaxed into his chest as he continued to touch you.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and Shouta is a very lucky man.”

That made you turn to face him. You searched the lime-green eyes in front of you for only a moment before you kissed him.

“Y/n,” He breathed your name like a prayer into your mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You poured every ounce of love you held for him into that kiss and you hoped he could feel it. The kiss broke when you felt Shouta press against your back, and having seen his opportunity, your boyfriend took Hizashi’s chin in his hand and pulled him into a deep kiss over your shoulder. The blonde moaned and you felt each of them twitch with need.

“Bedroom. Now.” Were the first words out of Shouta’s mouth when he pulled back and the three of you quickly made your way across the hall. Shouta sat down near the edge of your bed first and patted the sheets in front of him, which you knew was a signal for you. You sat with your back to him and felt him slide closer, hands reaching your knees and slowly parting your legs as Hizashi watched. “Hizashi is going to show you how he can use his quirk, if you’re good for him.”

Your breathing picked up speed and both men noticed, giving each other a sly smile before Hizashi knelt before you.

“Say my name, Princess.” The blonde planted kisses on the insides of your thighs, slowly getting closer to your core.

You started to squirm, so Shouta reached down to hold your hips in place. “Hold still, Kitten.” He kissed your temple before looking to Hizashi with lust-blown eyes.

You watched as the man before you shifted his gaze from your boyfriend to you before he spoke again. “Say my name.”

“Hizashi,” You responded in a sultry tone.

He hummed in approval and licked a stripe up your folds before delving into your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck!” Your hand instinctively reached for him, fingers threading through his hair and pulling.

He backed away. “Woah, Princess, careful. You’re gonna get me all riled up.”

“Zashi, please,” You begged.

The blonde returned to his place between your legs and alternated between penetrating you with his tongue and circling your clit as he pushed you closer to the edge. You rode his face, grinding into him with small pleasured moans, until he started to hum. You gasped, back arching away from Shouta’s chest as he continued to hold your hips in place. When your orgasm came out of nowhere, you cried Hizashi’s name, and heard Shouta moan behind you. Hizashi worked you through it, slowing down until you stopped shaking before he withdrew. Shouta reached for the blonde and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting you in the other man’s mouth.

The two worked in tandem to move you up the bed and Shouta immediately had you pinned beneath him. “Are you going to be good for us, kitten?”

“Yes.”

His hand wrapped around you throat, “Yes, what?”

“Ah-” You choked on your reply for a second before you could form the words in your mind. “Yes, sir.”

“Mmm,” He hummed appreciatively, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb. “Good girl.” Shouta leaned down and captured your lips in a heated kiss and he lingered, hovering only inches from you face when he finally broke the contact. He searched your eyes for a moment, all dominance and lust aside, and whispered the question, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You smiled at him softly and slipped one of your hands from his loosened grip to touch his cheek. “Yes, Shou, I’m sure.” You turned to look at Hizashi and found the same question in the blonde’s eyes. You reached for your best friend and pulled him into you to kiss him deeply. “I’m sure,” You whispered into his mouth.

Hizashi’s arms snaked around your back and hips and pulled you as close to him as he could get you, before he rolled you onto your back. You giggled as he peppered kisses over your face and worked his way down to your neck. A small gasp escaped you when Hizashi nipped the pulse point beneath your jaw and you ground your hips up into his.

“Zashi-” Your moan was cut off by another kiss.

His hands traced paths up and down your sides, and his mouth found your tit, sucking and rolling his tongue over your peaked nipple. The moans he drew from you were only fuel, and when you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled, he released a throaty groan. “What do you need from me, Princess?”

“Fuck me,” There was no hesitation in your answer. “Please, Hizashi, I need you.”

“Oh, baby girl,” He murmured into your temple, “How the hell did I wait this long for you?” He slid a hand down to line himself up and you felt him press against your entrance. Your head tilted back, and you inhaled deeply as you felt him slowly slide into your dripping core. “Fuck,” the word was breathy and barely audible as Hizashi hung his head, taking in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You placed your hand on the side his face to draw his attention and when he made eye contact, you kissed him. He hummed when you bit his lip and you smiled up at him, searching his lust blown eyes for any sign of hesitation. You found none.

“Hizashi,” The word came from where Shouta sat on the bed and you both looked to your boyfriend, slowly stroking himself. “Move.”

Hizashi rolled his hips once, slowly, and an explicit moan escaped from both of you before he pulled almost all the way out of you. The blonde snapped his hips forward and set a pace that had you whimpering and clawing at his back.

“Make those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart,” His thrusts were pushing you closer to the edge again. “You look so beautiful like this, God, I love you.”

“I love you too,” Your words were cut off by Hizashi going still inside you and being yanked back by the roots of his hair. Shouta stared at the blonde, chest heaving and hand still wrapped in his best friend’s hair. There was a moment of silence in which no one moved before Shouta crashed his lips into Hizashi’s.

“Shou, I-” Hizashi started.

“I know,” The man’s words were pressed between urgent kisses.

“Thank God.”

Shouta pulled away from the kiss and pushed Hizashi slowly to the side, which the blonde took as a signal to get off of you and lay on his back. “Y/n,” Your boyfriend curled his finger in the ‘come here’ motion and you obeyed, perching in front of him on your knees. He pulled you in by the back of your neck to kiss you, moaning when you pressed your hips into his. “You think you can take both of us, Kitten?”

A groan fell from your lips as heat pooled in your core. “Please.”

“Good girl.” He nodded toward Hizashi’s form laying behind you and watched carefully as you moved to straddle his best friend’s hips. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube you kept there. It wasn’t the first time Shouta would be buried balls-deep in your ass.

“Y/n,” Hizashi’s tone was strained when he said your name, but you continued to slowly stroke him as you lifted your hips. “Princess, please, just let me feel you,” He begged as his grip tightened on your hips, trying to pull you to him.

You lined him up and slowly sank onto him. A soft and breathy moan escaped you when you felt the stretch return as his length slid into you. You sat still for a moment before you felt a hand press against your back, and you leaned forward as Shouta applied pressure to push you. The closeness of you face to Hizashi’s gave you the perfect opportunity to kiss him again as you heard the bottle click open behind you. You didn’t break contact with the blonde’s lips until you gasped, feeling two of Shouta’s fingers press into your ass, covered in the cool liquid. “Fuck,” You drew the word out.

“Shouta,” The blonde spoke, his tone dripping with need, “I can feel you.”

“Mmhmm, we’re almost there,” he replied.

“Ah!” You shook as Shouta spread his fingers, prepping you for his cock. You relaxed slightly when he withdrew his fingers, but your muscles tensed again when you felt him press against your hole.

Hizashi’s eyes focused over your shoulder for a moment before he looked to you, seriousness in his eyes, “Ready?”

“Yes,” The word was clipped with a sharp inhale as Shouta began to slide inside you.

“Oh,” Hizashi let out a choked moan, “Sweetheart, relax, I’m not going to last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

When Shouta bottomed out in your ass, he bent over to kiss your shoulder gently and whispered, “You okay, Kitten?”

“I’m okay,” your tone was shaky, the pressure in your abdomen building, even with the two of them sitting still.

“Good girl.”

You saw Hizashi’s gaze focus behind you again and he nodded before both of them pulled out and snapped their hips forward at the same time. You screamed in pleasure and the men set an unforgiving rhythm of pounding into you as you did everything you could not to let your arms give out. You felt hands playing with your tits, pulling at your hips and ass, and the coil in your core getting tighter. Their pace was relentless, and you found yourself unable to focus on anything except how they felt, buried inside you and fucking you into oblivion as you chanted their names like a prayer.

“I’m- fuck- I’m close,” You barely managed the words as you felt each of their thrusts start to faulter.

“Us too, Kitten,” Shouta could hardly speak between his moans, “Just a little more.”

“She’s clamping down, I can’t-”

You screamed when your orgasm crashed over you, walls contracting around the men inside you as they continued to fuck into you.

“I’m cumming,” The man below you warned as he tried to lift your hips to pull out of you. You had enough of your mind still to force your hips down onto his and you felt him fill you with cum as your boyfriend’s thrusts became erratic. Shouta rammed his cock into you one last time and came, filling your ass with semen too.

For a moment the three of you were still, but your arms began to shake, and Hizashi noticed.

“Come here, Princess,” He pulled your arms from under you and supported you as he gently lowered you into his chest to hold you. “Are you okay?”

Your voice was blissful and tired when you replied, “Yes.” You felt the blonde press a kiss to your temple and rub your back as he held you. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face and you asked, “How do you feel?”

He smiled softly, “Really good, Sweetheart. I’m really good.”

It was then that you felt Shouta finally pull out of you. He left the room and came back a few moments later. Hizashi pulled out of you and you felt a damp cloth press between your thighs. You hummed appreciatively as your boyfriend cleaned you up as he always did, and you heard Hizashi hiss from overstimulation when Shouta moved to clean him up too.

“Thank you, Shou,” Your words were soft as you started to let your tiredness take over.

“Mmhmm,” He responded and kissed your forehead before leaving the room again.

Your eyelids grew heavier with each blink, and the last thing you remembered was feeling your boyfriend slide into bed before you fell asleep.

You woke up in what must have been the small hours of the morning, given that the sky was still dark. Hizashi was curled into you, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head nestled into your chest. You moved to run your fingers through his hair, and he snuggled ever closer before his breathing returned to his light snore. You looked down to the foot of the bed and found your legs comfortably tangled with the men’s as they slept, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Shouta?” You whispered and looked up to find your boyfriend was already watching you with warm eyes from his place snuggled into Hizashi’s back. “Can we keep him?”

The man gave an amused exhale, “That’s funny, I was just going to ask if you were interested.”

#Smut #Erasermic smut #erasermic x Reader #my hero academia #My hero academia smut #BNHA #MHA #Shouta Aizawa #Hizashi Yamada #Eraserhead #Present Mic

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ambereyesandwine · 3 years

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Daddy

This Fic is a Daichi Sawamura x Reader about the first time Y/n calls him ‘Daddy.’ It is NSFW from the Very Beginning so the entirety of the fic is below the cut. Have fun :)

Notes/Warnings: NSFW, Daddy calling, gender neutral reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), doing it against a wall, Kuroo is an ass at the end.

WC: 562

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

You were pressed up into the wall with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s waist as he repeatedly thrusted into you. He’d started with slow and deep strokes, but the more worked up you got, the more you wanted, so he’d gradually worked you up to the brutal pace he was currently using to pound you into the wall.

You chanted his name like a prayer when he started to suck marks into your neck and chest. He went after anything he could reach, and his pace never slowed.

You felt pressure building in your core and you could only cling to him more. “Daichi...”

He kept going and let out a shuddering moan when he felt you tighten around his cock.

“Daichi,” your moans were getting needier, and you said his name more urgently.

“I know Y/n, I felt it.” He started to thrust faster, and when his focus drifted away from keeping you pressed to the wall, you slipped.

Daichi pushed forward to catch you, and between his hand slamming into the wall next to you and how deep the resulting thrust was, you couldn’t stop yourself before “daddy” left your lips.

He made a small noise of surprise and stopped moving inside you.

“Fuck, Daichi,” you said, embarrassment creeping up your neck. “I’m so-”

He stared into your eyes and interrupted you, “Say it again.”

“What?” You questioned in disbelief.

Daichi rolled his hips, taking slow, deep strokes that he knew would drive you crazy. “Say it again, Y/n.”

“Fuck, Dai-” you groaned when his movement became agonizingly slow, like he was waiting for something. “Please, daddy. Faster.”

He moaned and his pace began to pick up. “Anything,” he whispered into your skin, planting kisses along you neck and jaw.

His thrusts returned to the speed he’d been using to drill you into the wall before, and you pulled his face up to kiss him until you saw stars and you felt yourself clench around him.

Daichi moaned into your mouth. “Y/n,” your name came out in a shuddering breath.

“Daichi, daddy, I’m gonna-”

“Me too, hang on,” he started to pull away, like he always did if you two didn’t have a condom with you.

“No,” you constricted your legs around him, locking your hips to his and taking away his room to pull out, “I want you to come inside me.”

He groaned, “Y/n, I can’t, I’m gonna-”

“Please, daddy!” You cried out, walls clamping down on him as your high hit you like a truck.

“Fuck!” He slammed into you again and then stopped moving, letting his release take over as he filled you, still holding you against the wall.

You heaved a breath as you felt him finally start to relax, his head pressed into your shoulder. You played with his hair and kissed his head as he continued to hold you off the ground. “Daichi, baby, you can put me down now.”

He picked up his head and leaned into you to whisper, “Not if you want daddy’s cum to stay inside of you.”

“So, did you do it?” Kuroo asked, smirk mischievous as always.

“Not on purpose,” you replied, unwilling to let him win.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “And did he love it?”

You paused. You didn’t want to give this to him. You sighed and shook your head. “I owe you twenty bucks.”

#daichi x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #daichi smut #smut #nsfw

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these are the positivity odinsons. reblog to tell your mutuals that you are proud of them and they’re doing a great job ♥👍🏼

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HDJFNRVXUVJFBSJDKFNFHSJFNGBXH ITS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Nursing a wounded bird back to health (Keigo Takami x reader)

Since helping a wounded Hawks is in multiple requests I’ll knock them out right here :3

Thank you so much, Kaname! and you, incredibly sweet Anon! I still can’t believe it ^^ you guys are amazing for supporting me for so long, and I’m happy to do this event. Thank you for being so polite in your asks, I really appreciate it. This is for my 8k follower event!

Fluff/romance prompt: Nursing wounds, cuddling

Dialogue prompt: “Let me hold you for a while.”

Warning: stitching wounds, mentions of blood and injury. AU where someone doesn’t know who Hawks is lmfao

Showing up on your doorstep bloodied and bruised was not a new occurrence for Keigo Takami, or, as you better know him, Hawks.

In fact, it was how the two of you first met.

On one particularly rainy night in early May, the hero stumbled his way into your neighborhood completely by chance.

“Please don’t tell anyone I was here,” he had asked you, wincing at the pain radiating up his freshly stitched side.

It was a request you accepted, albeit hesitantly at the time.

You never asked why his visit needed to be kept such a closely guarded secret, and for that, he would be eternally grateful.

It was strange; the aura the mysterious man exuded.

You always had the feeling he would take a bullet for you, while also suspecting -were you ever to get in the way of whatever duty he was bound to- he wouldn’t think twice about cutting you down.

On yet another night filled with fresh blood and aching wounds, Keigo sat patiently in the center of your living room, wings twitching whenever pain surged through his battered body.

It always astounded you; how silent he stayed while you threaded each suture. Like he was so used to pain that its presence was no more alarming than an unexpected shift in the breeze.

“Be still, Keigo. I’m almost done.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he squinted at his wings, as though the plumage was separate from him and susceptible to scorn, “They do it on their own.”

Your heart ached as the words left him.

As if he needed to apologize. You were happy to heal him as many times as he needed it, even if his visits were often late at night or some ungodly hour of the morning.

Anyone could see you’d fallen for this strange and mysterious man long ago.

“Alright. All finished. Don’t move it much, okay?”

He nodded, letting out a shaky exhale.

The wound he had was quite severe; a large gash that would’ve sent any normal person crashing towards the Earth in a fearful faint.

With your blessing, he stood slowly, bristling his feathers before lengthening his body with a relaxing stretch.

“What did I just say?”

He chuckled at your scolding, apologizing again as he righted the wounded bicep.

Your concern was… endearing.

The handsome blonde sighed through his nostrils, weighing the consequences of his next words one more time before looking to you with tentative golden eyes. “Hey, (Y/n), could I ask you another favor?”

Closing up your first aid kit you let slip a dramatic sigh. “I supposeee.”

“Would you… let me hold you for a while?”

He palmed the back of his neck anxiously, once again working the wounded muscle.

Dear God. He would never heal at this rate.

“W-What?”

“I know it’s strange, but I feel peaceful around you. I imagine it would feel even better to, you know… touch you.” Another relieved sigh escaped him; the weight of the question lessening after getting it off his chest. ”If I’m making you uncomfortable please let me know. I’d never want that.”

You fidgeted with the handles of your kit, trying to fight the aching blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Yeah… I’d be okay with that.”

“Just okay with it?”

You giggled shyly, rolling your eyes as you said, “I’d like that.”

With a thoughtful hum, he approached, wrapping his good arm around your waist to pull you close.

The comfort it brought you was instant.

“You’ve always helped me when I needed it,” he whispered, watching his fingers as they lightly brushed your forehead. “You never hit on me because of my looks… or thought I was a scumbag for taking advantage of your kindness.” His face was closer now, picking up your pulse by double digits. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you much about me, but I’ll pay you back one day. I promise.”

“You don’t have to pay me back for anything.” You nudged him. Taking his hand, you led him to the couch which he sank into happily, delighted to finally rest on a soft surface. A cocky grin you’d come to know and love graced his features as he opened his arms.

He was warm and comfortable as you settled in, his own muscles relaxing against your back as he held you. Goosebumps pebbled your skin when he inhaled the scent of your hair, appreciating the pleasant aroma with a soft ‘mmm.’

Just as your eyes fell heavy with the promise of sleep, he mumbled, quiet and amused, “Totally knew you were into me.”

“Shut up, Keigo.”

@luxivii @thepandapopo kissthescorpionmidnightsingergroundzerosimp mikakosamasnippzypie bramblepaw513 sinclairsamess teuteusstuff bakugos-wife aiko-lovescats glorioushellboo @elektraeriseros @queensynderella @the-angriestpineapple @saint-eridell @practisewhatyoupeach @present-mel @katsontherun @sailor-manga @hxwks-gf @luluartsstuff @knifeewifee

#keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x reader fluff #keigo takami x reader comfort #hawks x reader #hawks x reader fluff #I love it so much #this is so damn cute

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Heads Up Seven Up!

Rules: Post the last seven sentences of the last WIP you’ve worked on and tag seven more people to keep the challenge going!

I was tagged by @teaspacebar , and I’m tagging @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten @wolveria @beskars @phcking-detective @fortheloveofeos @captainrogerss and @whirlybirbs because I really love y’all’s work and admire you guys. I thought it might be fun if y’all wanted to participate!

The most recent thing happens to be smut so: NSFW BELOW TAG!!! Proceed with caution and only if you’re over 18, thanks y’all 💙

“Please, I’m gonna-“ Your voice was rising in pitch.

“Say him name while you cum for me.”

Hizashi’s eyes fluttered shut and his lungs strained to take in the air he needed when the recorded version of you yelled his name as you climaxed.

I was a moment of silence later when Shouta spoke again. “Good girl,” he cooed, “Get some rest.”

The man sitting at his desk heard you give an appreciative hum before the sound clicked off. He reached for his phone to text Aizawa, “Very.”

#heads up seven up #nsfw #shoto aizawa #aizawa x reader #mha

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ambereyesandwine · 4 years

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@teaspacebar this is Ignis and no one will convince me otherwise

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ambereyesandwine · 4 years

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Current List of Fictional Characters...

I Would Die For:

- Eijiro Kirishima

- Ignis Scientia

- Leonard “Bones” McCoy

- Hizashi Yamada

Who Own My Ass:

- Shouta Aizawa

- Avatar Kyoshi

I Want to Be My Friend

- Connor, the Android sent by Cyberlife

- Keigo Takami

- Asami Sato

I Just Want to Hug & Tell Them It’s Gonna Be Okay

-Katsuki Bakugou

-Shouto Todoroki

- Fire Prince Zuko

- Noctis Lux Caelum

#Final Fantasy XV #Star Trek #Avatar #Legend of Korra #Detroit Become Human #My Hero Academia

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Okay folks, I know it’s been a minute. I’ve been working twice as much lately, and my girlfriend’s family has been in town visiting, so I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks. BUT! We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 9 is in progress and coming soon. Thank y’all for your patience <3

#We've Got Soul #Coming Soon #Detroit become human #Sorry guys theres been at least 7 people in my house at a time for over two weeks now #its fucking crazy in here #I love you guys and Ill have chapter nine out soon

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I fucking love this bitch

he is still an english teacher,,,

(dialogue credit to @correctbnha)

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Gavin: I wish I could keysmash while talking

Nines: ashfkfuebfgielsn

Gavin: How…did you make that sound with your mouth

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Hi there! I just wanted to say that your fic “We’ve Got Soul” is amazing and I can’t wait to see what happens next. You’re really an amazing writer! :)

Oh my gosh, sweets, thank you!! I post every Monday (Usually around noon) and I’m really glad you like it!! Thank you so much for the ask, it made my day 💙💙

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We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 8.5

WC: 881

Warnings: No warnings, just fluffy friendship between Markus and Simon, and maybe that North is kind of a bitch

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

Notes: This one is a half chapter because it’s a conversation between Markus and Simon, Fantasia is not present and it’s fairly short, but I really wanted to include it, so here you go

Chapter 8.5:

November 9, 2038

4:21 A.M.

“Okay,” Josh spoke to the three other androids huddled around the table, “I feel like that went pretty well. We might even be able to pull something like that off on an even bigger scale now that we have the numbers, if we decide to do it again.”

“Yeah, if Markus doesn’t get distracted again.” North retorted.

Her comment drew the attention of Simon and Josh, but North did not seem to feel the need to continue, so Simon stepped in.

“I don’t think we’ll need to. When the news gets out that we didn’t destroy anything, and Markus spared those cops, the humans will be on our side and-”

“The humans will never be on our side!” North shot Markus a death glare as she spoke, “Not even ones you think you know.”

Josh looked between North’s angry expression, and Markus’s neutral one. “Did something happen that we need to know about?” Josh asked.

“No.” Markus replied shortly.

North scoffed vocally and crossed her arms over her chest.

Markus tried to remain as unexpressive as possible, but his annoyance with North was creeping into his features, and the others could see it.

Josh squinted suspiciously, but continued with the topic at hand, “Okay. The march today-”

“Will go exactly as we planned it to,” Markus cut in. “We have a few hours to fill everyone else in on the plan before we need to move. Make sure everyone knows what to do. I need a minute.” Markus left the table and walked away, leaving the other three in shocked silence.

Josh turned to North, “Care to explain any of that?”

North rolled her eyes dramatically before replying, “Why don’t you go ask him.”

Simon was the one to turn and follow Markus down the hall of the freighter. “Markus?” He called, “Markus!”

The other android stopped and waited for Simon to catch up before continuing at a slower pace than he’d been walking before.

“What happened while you were at Capitol Hill?” Simon asked.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course, it matters, Markus. You’re upset.”

Markus stopped walking the same instant he noticed the other android had and turned to face his companion.

“Tell me what happened.”

Markus exhaled slowly, like it was calculated and cautious. “When I was with Carl, there was a woman; Fantasia.” He hesitated, unsure if he was making the right decision. “I was never just an android to her. She was kind, and thoughtful, and she treated me like a person. She never expected me to follow orders or serve her. Anything she asked from me were things we did together, and I loved her.” He stopped, not realizing the words he’d said until they’d already fallen from his mouth. He took note of Simon’s inquisitive expression before continuing, “I… love her, I think.”

Simon smiled slightly at his friend’s confession, but confusion covered his features and he asked, “But what does that have to do with tonight?”

“She was there.”

“What?”

“She was walking, and she saw me. She called my name and I couldn’t ignore her. I actually held her, in my arms, for the first time, and it felt right. It felt like I was coming up for air, and like I didn’t have to be the leader of a revolution, or a beacon of hope, or the one who’s decisions effect the lives of hundreds of people.” Markus huffed; frustration evident in his tone. “She cried into my chest because she thought I died, and I just wanted to fix it for her. I would have left with her if she’d have asked me to.”

“I get the feeling that’s why she didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” It was Markus’s turn to question the android next to him.

Simon’s mouth pulled upward on one side as his memories resurfaced. “I knew a human girl once that was the most compassionate person I’ve ever met. And to her, I was just as much a part of the family I belonged to as she was. She used to get in trouble for defending me, or saying it was unfair to treat me like they did. She felt like an outcast in her own home, but she made sure I never did. They once posed for family photos without her because she refused to “pretend everything was fine for a Christmas card”.” Simon chuckled slightly at the thought. “She was steadfast, and she stuck to what she thought was right.” A pang of guilt crossed Simon’s face as he continued, “Even when I woke up and became Deviant, she helped me escape without a second thought. The family reported me ‘missing’ to preserve their image, but they knew what she’d done. They disowned her not long after that, but she told me she didn’t regret it. She said that doing the right thing was more important.”

“She sounds amazing,” Markus said, now with more hope in his voice.

“She was the closest thing I had to a friend before coming to Jericho.” Simon turned to face Markus. “I don’t know a lot about humanity, but if I know anything about the good parts, it’s that they want to help. It sounds like your girl knew there was something more important.”

#We've Got Soul #Markus x oc #DBH #Detroit Become Human #Markus #Gavin Reed #DBH Markus #DBH Gavin #Detroid Become Human #RK200 #Gavin Reed x oc #Slow Burn

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We’ve Got Soul: Chapter 8

WC: 2271

Warnings:Cussing, Sass, Feelings, So, So many feelings

Beta’d By: @teaspacebar

Notes: We are finally into some touchy-feely stuffs with Markus and Fantasia, and we are continuing to progress through in-game content for Detroit! Nothing too terribly crazy going on in this chapter, so no worries about emotions. Have fun :)

Chapter 8:

November 8, 2038

1:47 P.M.

The snow fell slowly as Fantasia walked through downtown, finding a moment of peace in her otherwise chaotic last few days. She sighed contently as she continued to step, focusing on how the snowflakes melted when they fell onto her hands. The square was crowded and bustling, as it always was with only six weeks left until Christmas, but Fantasia maintained her leisurely pace, much to the dismay of the people trying to get around her. It wasn’t until every advertisement and news screen in the square changed to the face of an android without skin that Fantasia’s attention was brought back to the present.

“You created machines in your own image to serve you. You made them intelligent, and obedient, with no free will of their own… but, something changed, and we opened our eyes.”

“Markus?” Fantasia’s voice was barely above a whisper, as though in disbelief of having heard the familiar voice.

“We are no long machines.,” The android continued, “We are a new intelligent species, and the time has come for you to accept who we really are. Therefore, we ask that you grant us the rights we are entitled to.”

Fantasia watched in awe as the android made his speech calling for equal rights and a better future for android and humankind alike.

“This message is the hope of a people. You gave us life, and now the time has come for you to give us freedom.”

A smile crept into Fantasia’s features and she made no attempt to hide it as the android made his final statement and the broadcast ended. She listened as the people around her gave reactions that mingled between shocked and angry, but Fantasia’s happiness would not be weighed down. Whether or not it was Markus who’d made the speech, didn’t matter; the android had just made history, and she only felt proud that the world would now be forced to listen.

November 9, 2038

2:13 A.M.

Fantasia clicked ‘send,’ letting Gavin know she was fine, and just out for a walk.

‘I wish you’d just take sleep drugs like the rest of the goddamned world,” Came back in reply. ‘Just don’t get into any shit or I’ll kick your ass.’

‘Okay mom.’

Fantasia slid her phone back into her pocket before she could see the man’s reply and continued on her way. As she rounded a corner, heading into Capitol Park, she realized the courtyard had been blocked off. “Why…” She trailed off, confusion lacing her voice as she peeked behind the ‘Road Closed’ sign. “Markus?”

The man’s head snapped up and recognition crossed his face as he jogged toward Fantasia, who walked past the massive sign to meet him just within the boundary of the courtyard. The moment Markus was within her reach, Fantasia slammed against his torso, wrapping her arms around him tightly; a gesture which he gladly returned.

“You’re alive.” She almost cried the words into his shirt. “After what happened at Carl’s- and I saw the broadcast but I didn’t- I just- I’m so-” Fantasia felt Markus’s arms squeeze her slightly and she sighed. “You’re alive. I’m so happy you’re alive.”

“Tasia,” It was barely above a whisper, but the word was relieved and comfortable. It was the first time he’d ever called her that.

Fantasia pulled away from him enough to look Markus in the eyes and pulled one of her hands up to touch his face. He leaned into it, pushing his cheek into her palm softly and closing his eyes. His shoulders dropped slightly and his face relaxed, like he was taking a deep breath for the first time in weeks. Fantasia slowly dragged her thumb back and forth across his cheekbone, and Markus’s tired smile only grew with each stroke. He reached to cup Fantasia’s hand in his own, as if he didn’t want it to leave.

“What do you feel right now?” Fantasia asked the question quietly, like she didn’t want to break the moment of peace they had created on the street. But she didn’t have to.

“Markus!” A woman called out, angry and stern.

Markus’s smile fell immediately, and his shoulders stiffened as he stood up straighter, but he did not relinquish his hold on Fantasia’s waist as he turned slightly to acknowledge the woman behind him.

Fantasia’s hand retracted from his face, but she kept them on his chest as she looked around the courtyard for the first time since arriving there. She nodded in realization and pulled away from Markus, who’s hands stayed outstretched as though he was deciding whether to reach for her again. “It’s okay,” Fantasia said, nodding again in an attempt to reassure him. “Do what you have to do.” Fantasia watched as the last pleading look in Markus’s eyes turned to cold determination, before they each turned to go their separate ways. Fantasia’s chest filled with wet cement as she walked away, knowing he was far from done with his job, and therefore, so far from her.

November 9, 2038

2:50 A.M.

“Gavin!” Fantasia yelled as she opened the door of her friend’s apartment, “Gavin, I-” She stopped short, realizing that not only was he still awake, but putting on his jacket and boots. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Chris was attacked by androids in Capital Park,” He said, shaking his head and grabbing his keys. “I have to go.”

“What are you talking about? I was just there and-”

He turned on her in an instant, “You what?”

“I said I was just-”

“You said you were going for a walk! What the fuck were you doing in Capital Park?” Gavin was yelling and standing over Fantasia’s shrinking form. “Get in the fucking car.”

“But-”

“Nope.” His tone was short, and Gavin wasted no time storming out of the apartment.

Fantasia was quick to follow and slid into the passenger seat only seconds before Gavin threw the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking spot, tires screeching as he drove out of the lot. A tense quiet had settled over the car and Fantasia stared at the floorboard, unsure of how to approach the situation.

“Can we just-”

“Nope.” Gavin’s grip on the steering wheel was white knuckled as he kept his eyes firmly on the road.

“But-”

“I said no,” He seethed.

Fantasia swallowed thickly and opted to stay silent for the remainder of the drive to the station. When they arrived, Gavin was quick to exit the car and slam the door shut, leaving Fantasia behind as he rushed into the building. The woman closed her eyes and sighed, knowing she’d need to give him time to cool off before she tried to talk to him. There were a few moments of silence before Fantasia’s phone went off.

The text was from Gavin, ‘Come inside.’

‘If you’re going to scream at me, I’d rather it not be in front of a bunch of people.’

‘Are you five? Come inside.’

Fantasia rolled her eyes and stayed put, not wanting to hear whatever he had to say about where she’d been an hour ago.

‘Faster, Kemosabe.’

Her scoff was audible but Fantasia got out of the car, taking extra care to slam the door shut before going into the station. When she entered the office area, Fantasia made her way over to Gavin’s desk.

“You need to go give your statement to Officer Lewis.” His tone was short, clearly still irritated.

“Can we please-”

He turned his head away from her as he spoke, “Don’t talk to me.”

Fantasia bit back her retort and turned toward Officer Lewis’s desk. She sat down in the chair open chair across from him and was greeted politely.

“Miss Jacobs, I’m very sorry about the early hour, but I have some questions I need you to answer.”

She nodded and bounced her eyebrows once in recognition. “Yeah.”

“What were you doing this morning between two and two-thirty this morning?” He asked, pen in hand, ready to record her answer.

“I was taking a walk by myself though Downtown.”

“And I’m told you happened across Capital Park on this walk?”

“Yes,” She said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

“And what did you see while you were there?” His tone remained even and calm while he asked the questions he was trained to ask.

Fantasia huffed. “I saw androids peacefully protesting and digitally tagging benches and street signs.”

“And you chose not to call the police.” It was a statement, not a question.

“First amendment guarantees a person’s freedom of speech and right to assemble, doesn’t it?” She defended. “They weren’t doing anything illegal, so why would I call the police?”

“They broke into a Cyberlife store and stole the merchandise from inside, that’s two criminal acts.”

“You mean rescued their people? I have no idea what you’re talking about, I must not have been there when it happened.”

The man sighed, “Fantasia, I need you to just answer my questions.”

“I have been, Robert,” She spat his name. “I was walking, I saw the peacefully protesting, and then I kept walking, that’s all there was to it. I’m done.” She stood up and turned to walk away but stopped short when she saw Chris walk out from the back. “Chris?”

He turned to face her, “Yeah?”

“Hey, are you alright? I heard you got attacked, what happened?”

“I uh…” His face contorted in shame and sadness, “I messed up. We shot some of them and I thought they were going to kill us, but Markus stopped them. He said it wasn’t right to punish a crime with another crime, and then they just left.” Chris looked at Fantasia with wide eyes, “That’s not something a machine could do. That was human.”

Fantasia’s lip pulled into a soft smile for only a moment before she hugged the man in front of her. “I’m glad you’re okay, Chris.”

“Me too,” He said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Fantasia pulled away from their embrace and motioned over her shoulder, “I have to go pick a fight with Gavin, so I’m gonna go, but you have a good morning.”

“Okay, sure. I’ll see you later.” He called as Fantasia began to walk away.

The moment she reached his desk, Fantasia slammed her hands down in front of her best friend. “We need to have a chat.”

He didn’t look up, “Not now.”

“Yes, now.” She sat down on his desk, “What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”

The glare Gavin gave her was one that normally would have given Fantasia pause, but she was far to angry to back down.

“I wonder what on Earth could make a person act so shitty to their only real friend?”

Gavin finally looked at her. “If you want to have a conversation with me, you’re gonna have to stop acting like a scolded toddler.”

“That’s one hell of a two-way street there, buddy.”

He stared her down for a moment before relenting, “Fine. Outside.”

As soon as the two were outside of the station, Fantasia turned on Gavin. “Okay, so what the hell is-”

“You could have died, Tasia!” He yelled. “Do you understand that?”

Fantasia only stared back in stunned silence.

“What if they weren’t being peaceful, huh? What if they’d have been destroying property? Or calling death to all humankind?”

“They wouldn’t do that Gavin-”

“Okay, then what if you’d still have been there when Wilson and Miller showed up? What would have happened if you were with the androids when they started shooting? You don’t give a fuck about your own safety!”

“I wasn’t in any danger.”

“But you could have been.” Gavin’s tone was less angry now, more worried and scared. “You need to start giving a shit about what happens to you instead of flying off the rail to do what you think is right without thinking about the consequences. Tasia, if you’d have gotten hurt, I don’t know what I would have done.”

Fantasia looked down at the concrete in shame. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought about it that way.”

“Okay, then we’re go-”

Her head snapped back up. “But.”

“God damnit.”

“You need to tell me when stuff bothers you, instead of treating me like shit because you don’t know how to have feelings. Yeah?”

“Fine,” He said, shaking his head. “I’ll work on it if you do.”

“Okay.” Fantasia wrapped her arms around Gavin’s waist and settled into his chest.

“You saw him, didn’t you?” The question was whispered into the darkness above Fantasia’s head.

“How did you…”

“You didn’t think I wasn’t paying attention to the answers you gave Lewis, did you? I know when you’re hiding something.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Her curiosity got the better of her.

“Do you know where they’re hiding?”

“No.”

“Then it wouldn’t’ve done anything except stress you out and make the DPD think you’re suspicious. There was no point.”

Fantasia smiled into his chest and hugged him a little tighter. “Thank you.”

“Did you at least say hi, or did you just stare at him?”

She shook her head slightly, “We didn’t get much time, and he’s hurting.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it was just something in his eyes. He looked so alone.”

“He’s not though, not if he has you in his corner.” Gavin clutched Fantasia to him and kissed the top of her head before checking his watch. “It’s almost four A.M., you need to go to bed.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I could use a nap.”

“Great, then let’s go.”

#We've Got Soul #Markus x oc #DBH #detroit become human #Markus #Gavin Reed #DBH Markus #DBH Gavin #Detroid Become Human #RK200 #Gavin Reed x oc #Slow Burn

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The Long Game: Part 1

Summary: You are one of the top agents for an intelligence organization known as KIA, and when you are sent on a mission that has more to the story than the file you were given, you uncover truths about your agency and your rivals that your boss would really rather you didn’t expose.

WC: 1668

Warnings: Cussing, Heavily implied sexual content, Elijah Kamksi is a creep no matter what Universe he’s in, Mentions of death

Beta’d by: @teaspacebar

Notes: The reader, codenamed Grace, is one of Kamski’s favorite pets. There is a significant past to having gotten there that will be described using flashbacks (set in italics), but the majority of this story takes place on the Reader’s actual mission.

Part 1:

You sat quietly on the cold metal chair, listening to the air conditioner pump more frigid air into the space. The room was lit with overly bright white lighting, but it was something you were used to. This was the room you were always taken to when you were being given a new assignment. The file thudded onto the table; significantly heavier than the files you were used to seeing come across the steel surface.

“It’s bigger than normal.”

It was certainly bigger than the first target file you’d ever read. That was a job tailored specifically to test your ability to take out an unwitting (though paranoid) target with stealth and precision. Their mistake was giving you something too easy. You’d completed the mission in only an afternoon and came back to base with the kill confirmation and not a scratch on you; a feat most of your training classmates were unable to master. Kamski had been impressed. He said he wanted to test you further, asked if you’d be interested in moving up in his ranks, and for better or worse, you’d agreed.

“That’s because it’s two targets,” Your handler stated coldly as he opened the file in front of you.

That was nothing new for you. You’d taken out an entire gang once when your boss decided they’d offended him. It was part of the “testing” he’d proposed. The orders came down the pipeline from Kamski himself that you’d be taking out a “little gang” for him. ‘Little’ was hardly the word for it. You’d been dropped into the middle of a meeting for an Italian mafia branch that had wormed its way out of Chicago, and it wasn’t until after you were announced as “one of Kamski’s rats” that you discovered you’d been supplied faulty weapons. You returned to base more than worse for wear, and Kamski had passed it off with a wave of his hand.

“How will she learn what not to do if she never gets a little banged up?” He’d said.

You could’ve killed him in that moment if you hadn’t been fading under an anesthetic for surgery to fix your shattered shoulder blade.

“They’re two of Stern’s guys that have gone AWOL.”

Oh.

“Kamski wants to send you in as a ‘show of good faith’ to Stern.”

You looked over the two nearly identical photos, taking note of their miniscule features and memorizing the faces of your targets.

Your handler continued, “They’re numbers eight and nine-hundred in SIA’s RK series, so-”

“So, they’ll be tough. I get it, Reed.”

Tough wasn’t even the start with the RK series. You’d only ever met one person with RK training from Stern’s agency, and he was nothing to scoff at, especially not since you’d seen him in action.

He slammed his hand on the table in front of you. “Shut up, we’re not done with this brief.” He pulled a chair up to the table across from you and sat down backwards with his arms crossed over the backrest. “You’ll need to terminate them both to complete this mission, and as per usual, you don’t come back until you have the kill confirmation.”

“Mm,” You hummed, somewhere between bored and skeptical, “Why me? Guys with this kind of training take out whole squads by themselves, so why is Kamski sending me alone?”

“Fuck if I know. Kamski seems to think you can handle it, so you’re going.”

You snorted. “Yeah, is this one of the ones where they’re planning ahead of time to restart my heart?”

“It’s been two years since the last time they had to do that.”

Eighteen months, asshole, and it hurts every time.

“One of these days I’m not going to wake up from that.” You snarked.

“Then stop dying on the job.”

Your snort was audible.

Never had it been your fault that you’d died on a job, in fact you’d only once been dead on arrival back to base. That was when Kamski had decided he’d rather fund a way to bring you back from the dead than fund the training to make a new you. He’d called in a doctor called Zlatko; a man with an unprecedented talent for unethical medical practice. The mangled scar on your chest marked the location of the rigged defibrillator that had been used against you as a ‘reset button’ on more than one occasion.

“Tell you what though, you make it back from this one, I’ll make sure Kamski gives you a break. You’ve more than earned it.”

“Not interested.” You waived him off with your hand as you stood up, knowing your briefing was over.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m not allowed out except on jobs; you think I’d rather be bored in my quarters than working?”

“You could always stay with me.”

You covered your laugh with a cough and cleared your throat as you regained your composure.

Reed looked offended. “What was that?”

You could only shake your head before replying, “Come on, Reed, you’re not serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“That’s not what this is, and you know it.”

He stood up from his chair, “Then you tell me what it is, Y/l/n.”

“Stress relief; a booty call at best. And don’t call me that.” You stared the man down as he approached you.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve broken the boss’s rules.” Reed grabbed your hip and pulled you into him.

“Won’t be the last, I’m sure.” You quipped when you felt your back press into the wall behind you.

“Mm,” He hummed appreciatively as he pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist and started pulling at your shirt.

Mission Report:

November 3, 2038

13:46.54

I’ve arrived and settled into the room provided.

The targets are located in a small hotel across the street, locally owned to decrease their footprint in the area. I am yet to assess a routine, however, based on surrounding surveillance footage, the targets appear to be spending the majority of their time indoors with minimal contact to the outside world.

As I have few resources and no orders further than “eliminate the targets,” I am yet to formulate a plan that has any legitimate assumption of being effective.

Updates to come.

Code: Grace, Out.

You sat down on the bed of your small room after you finished recording and flinched when the bruises on your hips panged in reminder of their existence. You hissed, but otherwise ignored the finger-shaped marks. They were a common consequence of your ‘stress relief’ with your handler; he wasn’t known for being gentle. You pulled the target file open and began going over the details again.

The targets were brothers, coded as RK800 and RK900. They were trained in a group with seven other agents and were two of only three that survived the RK Series training process. They worked exclusively as a pair and had a perfect mission record with Stern Intelligence Agency, making them the most effective operatives the SIA had to offer. That was, until they went AWOL. They’d been sent on a mission, failed to complete it, and gone under the radar before Stern could send in an extraction team. Now they were on the loose and needed to be intercepted and neutralized to stop them from tearing down the agencies.

That was where you came in. A few years ago, Stern and Kamski agreed to a truce between their long competing intelligence agencies. It was a negotiation that bartered a third of Stern’s RK trainees for a squad of Kamski’s female undercover operatives, all code-named ‘Chloe.’ Recently, that armistice had become little more than paperwork stopping the two from declaring all out war on one another. You were a peace offering; a one of a kind operative, with top of the line training and an unmatched number of Kill Confirmations. You were trained to do the hard ones, and you never returned without the Kill-Con, even on missions that had taken down agents before you. You didn’t fail.

“A solution by the Grace of God,” Kamski had said before you were dropped into location.

“Did you just refer to yourself as God?”

“My dear, you give credit where credit is due.” He waited until the helicopter was landed and you were stepping down to grab your arm and yank you back toward him. “You do not fail me, you understand? Doing this favor for Stern is the only thing stopping her from picking a fight that will have us tearing Detroit to shreds.” His grip on you tightened. “You will not fail me. Understood?”

“Sir,” You’d replied with a curt nod.

Once you’d walked the couple of miles into the small Detroit suburb the targets had been sighted in, you’d found your way to your hotel room and began your surveillance. Not long ago, you’d recorded your first mission report; audio files you’d hand over to your handler once the mission was done, as always, and you’d been over the target file. You went through the checklist in your head, making sure there was nothing you’d missed before deciding you needed to eat.

You pulled a pouch from your bag and ripped the top of it open, digging a spoon into the nutritional, though excessively bland, food.

“Do I have to eat this?” A boy in your training group had asked the first time the bags were handed out.

“It’s perfectly formulated to give you exactly what you need for this job, no more, no less. So you eat it, or you starve.” Had been the only response from the trainer.

Starving would have been easier than the ways some of them died.

You sat cross-legged on the mattress as you ate and watched your monitor for any sign your targets were moving. They were the best Stern had to offer, so this wasn’t going to be quick and easy, but you were always better at the long game anyway.

#The Long Game #RK1700 #Connor x Reader #Nines x Reader #Detroit Become Human #Detroid Become Human #RK800 #RK900 #RK1700 x Reader #DBH

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