#he let his hair grow out and it’s greying due to stress

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Thought about how Seth would look after the events of “Fateful Reuinion”, cause. He definitely looks different I think

#tmc #tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc) #shmorps art #doodles are neat #he let his hair grow out and it’s greying due to stress #also. yes. the grey streak is like Cesar’s why do you ask? #oh yeah. he got a nose piercing. cause why not #oh yeah. random thing. he has tinnitus in his right ear now after shooting a gun right next to his head #so. that’s fun

[fourmoony]

heyyy read you're looking for requests so here's one! james coming from hockey practice (i love hockey player james) and you tell him that a guy from uni has been hitting on you and stuf. he doesn't get mad just queasy, but then he needs reassurance too!

thanks for requesting, angel!

cw: insecurities, language, unwanted advances

1.4k, modern au, ice hockey James

The tell-tale sound of James' bag being abandoned haphazardly by the door alerts you to his presence. The door clicks shut soon after, followed by a heavy sigh. He's likely exhausted - always is after practice, especially if he and Sirius get caught mouthing off and are punished with bag skating.

James rounds the corner into the living room at the same time you pause your show and sit up to greet him. He doesn't acknowledge your abandoned plate from dinner or the pile of unfolded washing on the arm chair to his left. Instead, he gives you a tired smile and collapses into a heap beside you on the sofa. "Hi, bug." He mumbles, chin tucked into the neckline of his hoodie. Exhaustion seeps from his voice.

"Hi, handsome." You soothe, hand reaching out to toy with the curls at the nape of your boyfriend's neck. They're still damp from his post-practice shower, the smell of his body wash sweet and heady in your nose. "How was practice?"

He lets out a long suffering sigh, leans into your touch, "Stressful. The team isn't where we need to be for the playoffs. Coach made sure to let us know how angry he is about it."

You hum softly, scoot closer to James on the sofa until you're practically in his lap. James likes touch, he likes the connection, the intimacy, the weight of your body on top of his. You're happy to indulge him, the flowers that your boyfriend brings about your rib cage blossoming as his arm wraps around your middle, hoists you fully onto his lap. "What does he expect, you know? Half of his team graduated out, last year. He only has a couple of you guys left and the rest are freshmen." You try to justify James, but it seems the reminder only further sours his mood.

"Yeah, try telling him that. He thinks everyone is just born to be in the NHL, that these guys should already be up to standard, that they don't need the same exact training and coaching that we got." James' voice is thick with coiling tension, even if his muscles seem to be relaxing under you.

You smooth the baby hairs under your fingers, tilting your head until his eyes meet yours, "You're their captain, baby," You smile, "I bet they'd listen to it a lot better coming from you. They like you, look up to you. You be their coach if coach isn't going to step up."

Your boyfriend smiles, the sun peeking through storm clouds. A glimpse of your Jamie. He leans forwards, lips soft and gentle as he presses them to yours. He hums into the kiss, hands squeezing your hips. "Thanks."

"Anytime, handsome."

"How was your day?" James asks, feet stretching out to sit atop the coffee table.

You'd scold him if you weren't so busy quelling the beating of your heart. Any kiss from James sends you reeling, has done since the first time in freshman year. You don't think you'll ever get over the fact that he's your boyfriend. That he loves you as you love him, that you'll grow old and grey together. It never quite feels real.

"Good. Productive. We have a project due for McGonagall's class on Wednesday so I just worked on that most of the day." You don't feel the need to mention that you pointedly worked alone on your half of the project, but James frowns at your words and you know he's going to ask.

"You worked alone?"

"Yeah." You should probably say more, but James has a shorter fuse than Sirius does in general when it comes to you and you don't feel like unleashing all two hundred pounds of ice-hockey muscle onto the arrogant asshole who won't leave you alone.

James' thumb rubs steady circles into the fat of your thigh, his brows hooked upward in the middle a blatant sign of his confusion, "Your group have left you to do all the work?"

"No," You shake your head, "It was just easier to do my part on my own."

James doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he's waiting for you to go on. You sigh through your nose, head falling to rest on your boyfriend's shoulder, "One of the guys in my group has been hitting on me pretty regularly."

"What?" James asks around a swallow, voice hoarse. His muscles tense under you, his thumb pausing it's soothing measures on your thigh.

You shrug, "He keeps saying how he'd treat me right, how a 'pretty girl like me' deserves better. It's all bullshit, so I chose to work myself and just send the rest of the group my sections."

"Right."

It's odd, the way your body reacts to a single word as though it were a slap in the face. Your stomach sinks because you realise James isn't angry. He isn't itching to pound the guy's face into the ground and he isn't insisting you allow him to fix the problem, himself. You remove your head from James' shoulder, find him pale faced and distant. He looks lost, nauseous. "Jamie?"

James shrugs, eyes cold, "What?"

"'Right.'? That's all you have to say to that? What's wrong?" You ask, drawing further away the colder the look in James' eyes gets.

"What would you like me to say? That he might be right?" There's a clipped edge to your boyfriend's voice that you've never heard before, that jolts your body into fight or flight mode quicker than you'd care to admit.

You remove yourself from James' lap, confusion evident on your face as you settle to face him on the coffee table. His feet meet the ground with a thud as he moves to stand. Your hand flies out, a firm grip on his knee that begs him not to move. James gives you a sad look as he complies, fidgets with the draw strings on his jogging bottoms. "You think he has a point?" You ask.

James nods, lips pursed, eyes avoiding yours so evidently it angers you.

"Why?"

Your boyfriend shrugs again, tips his head back and lets out a groan, "You know at the end of this year I'm going to be drafted, right? I'm going to have to move across the country, probably, I won't have a choice in the matter and neither will you."

"We've had this argument before, James. I'm going wherever you go. I don't care where it is! It could be fucking Antartica and I'd still go." Your voice sounds less stern than you'd intended, but James softens slightly at your words.

"But you shouldn't have to just pick up your life and move because of me. You deserve someone who can give you stability and all of their time. I can't." James leans forwards until his elbows are resting on his knees, his face so close to yours you can feel his breaths.

It's an age-old argument, one you and James used to have often in the beginning. Before you knew that you wanted James in your life forever, back when he was trying to push you away with everything he had because he didn't want to risk falling in love with you and having to leave you, one day. The argument lessened the longer you were together, decisions made. You'd made up your mind the day James told you he loved you that you'd follow him anywhere, that you'd give up anything and everything to just be with him.

"I don't want anyone else. I don't care where we are in this world, James. I want you. That's all." You reach for him, thumbs swiping under his eyes in steady motions.

He takes a breath, closes his eyes under your touch. "I can't help but feel I'm asking you to sacrifice more than I'm worth."

And that just won't do. You clamber back onto his lap, legs on either side of his hips and chase his eyes. They're dark in the dim light of the living room, a deep brown filled with fear. "You're worth everything, Jamie. Everything." You tell him. And you mean it.

James swallows, nods. His arms wrap around you, pull you to him until he's falling back into the softness of the couch. "I love you." He tells you, vulnerable as you've ever heard him.

Flowers bloom all along the crevices of your rib cage, pull taught until you're so overflowing with love and happiness that all you can think to do is kiss him. He chases your lips when you pull back, a smile toying at the corner of his mouth. "I love you too, Jamie."

"So you're not gonna leave me for that guy in your Psych class?" He asks, a twinkle in his eye that lets you know he's kidding.

You laugh, loud and obnoxious and your boyfriend swallows it with a world-ending kiss.

#marauders #james potter #ice hockey!james #fourmoonys asks #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter x reader #james potter x f!reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders imagine #sirius black #remus lupin #fourmoony #angst #love #fluff #smut

[mysticmunson]

rainy days (steddie x reader)

summary: when rain wakes you up earlier than usual

word count: 1.5k

authors note: this is for my best friend @lilacletter i love you so much and appreciate you beyond what i can say. i hope you have an amazing birthday and a fabulous week in general. you deserve all the love in the world, to many more. i hope you enjoy. :)

(not proofread)

The gentle patter of rain on pavement roused you from your sleep, the room being a shade of grey due to the storm outside. Peering at the sleeping figures on each of your sides, Eddie and Steve remained in deep slumber, both sets of lips hung open slightly with light snores.

Entangled in them, you stealthily slipped away, adjusting the blankets around them and walking downstairs. The quaint home was a new edition after a few years of dating, deciding more space was necessary amongst the chaos of each of your work schedules, along with your schooling.

Pine seeped from the dried candle on the countertops, mixing with coffee as you put some in the machine. Rubbing your eyes, you checked the time to see it was barely 8 am, something unnoticeable due to the lack of sun. The April showers transcended into May, greeting summer with the chilly water, a welcomed addition.

Hickory liquid began to fall into your pot, smoke surrounding it, as you reached for your blue mug. With a dash of cream and sugar, it soon blended as you poured it in, reaching the very top of the rim. 

Thunder rumbled, averting your attention to the small patio out back, the rain not too heavy against the roof. Wandering through the door, the smell of rain met your brew cohesively, looking out at the land before you. 

A few years ago, the plausibility of having a home to share with the men you loved seemed slim to none. The mundane became something to be cherished, never taking a moment of solitude for granted. You all had done a lot of growing, fleshing out to be functioning adults once leaving Hawkins. 

Steve had used his free time while working at Family Video to learn about the growing world of the internet, taking classes to get more experience after you persuaded him enough. It was one of the first times he really felt good about his abilities, seeing he was good with technology, and he secured a place at a global company. 

Eddie had graduated and had a slight crisis, not positive about what exactly his path was. After a few weeks, he decided to try tattooing, knowing his love of the art and his knack for drawing. He didn’t know he could love something as much as playing guitar until he started that, saving up to have his own store that was now successful in your new city.

They had been more than supportive of you continuing your education, bragging about how smart you were, even if you failed a test or cried out of frustration. Along with school, you worked at a hotel as a receptionist until you could work in your field. The boys insisted that you didn’t need to work, knowing they both had bills and extras covered, but you were stubborn in that sense.

There were ups and downs, Steve having to travel, Eddie working overtime, and you being overly stressed with your workload. However, the one thing that saved you all was the effort put in, there was never a moment you doubted the other didn’t want to be with you, making sure communication was clear due to past scenarios.

Part of you wanted to run out in the storm, to feel the cool water trickle down your arms and onto Steve’s shirt. The warmth in your palms kept you restrained, letting it run down your throat and burn slightly in your chest. The caffeine was slowly rising, now more alert of your surroundings as your feet rocked on the cement.

“What’re you doin’, trouble?” A teasing voice spoke softly, the door shutting and tattooed arms wrapping around your waist. A bare chest pulled flush against your back, soft pajama pants skimming past your bare legs.

“You’re up early.” You mused, securing your spare arm against his, feeling his soft brown hairs. His chin rested on your shoulder, stubbly cheek pressed against your soft one, raising your drink to his lips.

Stealing a bit, his eyes fluttered as you tilted it back, pulling away after a beat. Gulping it down, he winced at the slight burn, but thought of pouring himself a cup in a minute.

“Rain woke me up. Also didn’t feel you.” He murmured with closed eyes, pressing his nose against your face, kissing below your jaw. You tilted your head to nuzzle upon his curls, smelling the hints of his coconut shampoo, kissing his hairline.

Taking in another taste, the coffee was gone and the smoke had vanished. The cup clinked against the small side table beside a double-framed photo. One side had Steve, aged 5 at summer camp with missing teeth, and the other with Eddie, about 3 at a picnic. 

Holding the frame, you looked at it in adoration, the coloring slightly faded after being shoved between photos in an attic for years. Steve hated his, but it was one of your favorites. You wondered what they were like as kids, to be boys together despite not knowing one another, so unaware of everything else going on. 

“He looks so sweet.” You cooed, finger tracing over his outrageously 1970s haircut. Bangs rested above his eyebrows, hints of blonde between hazelnut locks, eyes squinting due to the sun. He was sitting on a log in front of a lake in a yellow shirt and jean shorts, hiking sandals on his feet. 

Your eyesight went to the one of Eddie, a mess of ringlets as he reached his chubby hand at a teddy bear. The hand extending it to him had painted nails of pale pink, his wide eyes looking at her with an even wider smile. You could practically hear the giggle erupting, imagining one like his own, but up a few octaves.

“I love this photo of you too.” You commented, touching where the blue gingham cloth sat beneath him years ago.

Blushing at the affection he still hadn’t grown into full comfort of, he scoffed, standing straighter, but pulling you closer.

“I just know I look cooler than Steve does.” He remarked, making you laugh at the foolishness, interjected by the opening door.

“What? When?” Steve questioned, walking out in a baggy shirt and boxers, scratching at his navel. He held his own cup of coffee, but he had his mostly black, only a spot of sugar.

His eyes fell to the frame in hand, groaning himself, grabbing it and putting it back in its place. The furrow in his brow was not solidified as it quickly vanished as he pecked both of your heads. Instead, he glanced at Eddie in a mysterious, silent agreement.

Suddenly wet lips peppered kisses on both sides of your face, exaggerated smooching noises to add to the dramatics. Squealing, you tried to shrink away, being stopped by their firm hold. 

“Thinks she can be all cute and embarrass us.” Eddie teased, lifting you up an inch off the ground, your arms wrapping around his neck instinctively, “Did say you were cute though.”

Ignoring Steve’s obvious blush, you playfully berated them instead, “I was just enjoying my rainy morning, go back to sleep.”

Now they both scoffed, Steve wiggling his fingertips against your belly to make you squirm in the other man’s grasp. A sharp gust of wind signaled you all inside, your feet now back on the tiled floor. 

“Want pancakes?” Steve asked, yawning behind the back of his hand, already reaching for the cupboard as the answer was always yes. Still, you and Eddie confirmed, leaning against the beige countertops.

The meek hiss of the batter hitting the pan was the only noise as you stood in comfort, Eddie’s arms having returned to your body moments after becoming stationary. He found comfort in touch, not responding well to playful resistance or as a form of punishment. Ignoring either of them wasn’t an option for any of you, no matter how big or small the issue was, it left both distraught.

Without much thought as Steve handed you both a plate, you smacked his bottom with a smirk, noticing how it jiggled. He blushed profusely, leaving both boys’ mouths agape, Eddie’s with a bit more amusement.

“You’re paying for that later.” He quipped, narrowing his eyes with a pointed finger, taking his own plate, and settling you all at the table.

Even if your whole day had consisted around this wooden table, the sticky syrup on the sides of your glass of water from accidental touches, you think you’d still be one of the luckiest girls on the planet. There was every ounce of care and love imaginable in their being, even when being playful.

In decades from now, pictures of the three of you would collect dust on a shelf as loved ones enjoyed their own versions of this day. You hoped the warmth you felt at this moment resonated from the ink, seeing the sparkle in their eyes as you did daily.

The bad days felt heavy, but each of those was worth days like these. Ones where the rain poured, the coffee brewed, and old photographs resided in your possession.

#elora writes #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson gif #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things s4 #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female oc #alpha!eddie munson #alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader #steddie #steve harrington #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington drabble #fruity four #steddie x you #steddie x reader smut

[venigni]

Personal preferences aside, I've been thinking a lot about the lore implications of this new hairstyle. Specifically, how P would feel about it and why he would come about this style post-Rise of P ending.

If the specter truly is future!P we know that his hair is meant to become long and light (in that particular timeline anyway). For this reason, I feel like the long grey hair is his 'canon' post-game style. Probably the style he would sport in a sequel, I'm guessing?

But! Then the short grey hair came along with the patch and I kinda feel like it could be interpretted as like...P getting his life back together? Starting a new journey? Freshening himself up after he let himself go a bit due to the huge amount of stress he was under during the game's main story, that kind of thing.

On one hand, P's hair growing long is a physical manifestation of his newfound humanity. Puppets' hair is not supposed to grow.

We can see Geppetto was kind of upset when his hair grew, too, and couldn't figure out why it'd happened.

He even guesses that someone "dangerous" (Romeo) did this to P, as though it was a terrible, defiling thing (because it is, to Geppetto, as it makes P less Carlo-like) and not something that came about from P, himself.

He starts muttering to himself right as P is leaving his study, so P definitely overhears this sentiment. It's clear Gepetto is unhappy about it.

Leaving his hair long and not letting Geppetto fix it is literally P rebelling against his reason for being created (being a Carlo clone), and against Geppetto's will. It is him making a choice, as a human would. Of course you can go back and make the hair short again with Geppetto's tools but P narratively doesn't actually do this since in the Sophia scene his hair only changes to grey when long.

This being said, I have not yet tested if this is no longer the case with the short grey hair being implemented into the game. I would be very curious if they let the short hair turn grey, or if it forced a revert to the long grey hair. This would kind of change the entire narrative so I lowkey kinda hope they didn't do this even if it would be more consistent with less immersion breaking.

ANYWAY.

Lastly, it's what majorly separates him from Carlo in terms of appearance (eyes and freckles aside). We don't know how Carlo ended up looking when he was older, but it is safe to guess he probably had hair similar to P's short style. Not only would this be much easier to manage as a stalker, but it is how P was meant to look and how Puppet Carlo ends up looking in the Real Boy ending.

Wanting to differentiate himself from how Carlo looked probably makes the long, rebellious hairstyle more appealing for P. But on the other hand, I could also see him cutting his hair short again as a nod to Carlo; as him coming to terms with--yes, Carlo is, indeed, a part of him. He is not Carlo and Carlo is not him, but a part of Carlo lives on within him. And wearing his hair similarly to Carlo, despite the difference in color, could be his way of being at peace with that.

Just some spur-of-the-moment thoughts; would be happy to hear y'all's as well.

#lies of p #pinocchio #carlo #lies of p pinocchio #lop #headcanon #meta #p #lop spoilers #edited with screenshots #and additional thoughts #longpost

[creampie-capital]

✦「Connor (RK800) x Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Connor (RK800 Android)

ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ║Detroit: Become Human

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║13,323

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ. ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately.

Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Knock, Knock, sunshine. Open the f*cking door."

It was eerie, nerve-wracking, almost as the two males only detected stillness after the brash knocking. Connor swayed his head to the left to glance at his partner, but the older male solely stood there unbothered.

A few more minutes of silence before the ash-colored double doors to the suite were ripped apart to reveal the owner of the expensive penthouse.

To the android's surprise, it was a young-looking female standing in the middle, one hand clasping the door so hard your nails left markings into the rubber lining and the other clutching the neck of a liquor bottle.

Your frame was hunched over slightly as you glared up at the males with furiously burning (e/c) orbs. The sleeves of your white tank top feel down your shoulders and rest on your biceps, sagging the shirt and creating a larger dip of your cleavage.

Black shorts that stopped just at the start of your thighs covered your bottom. It was loose around your waist, the hem of your underwear visible above your hip bones.

"Hank." Your voice came out like a hiss while your fingers tightened their hold on the rum bottle in your dominant hand, white brandishing your knuckles. "What the f*ck are you doing here so f*cking late!?"

The gruff-looking man rolled his grey optics and set a hand on Connor's back to attract your awareness to him. And indeed, did you begin to notice the younger male. Connor could tell by the way your eyes darted across his body.

You had turned your attention to him, noting the fresh style of his dark brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. He looked fairly young with a mild to bland expression, possibly in his early twenties.

He was wearing a semi-formal grey jacket with a white undershirt, dark tie, and dark black jeans. The left side of his coat, however, was ripped and riddled with bullet holes and blue blood splatter.

Connor could tell your interest in him was suddenly shot down when you noticed the blue blood and the glowing identification marker on his coat that only androids wore.

"You...of all people brought me a f*ckin' android in the middle of the night!?" You screeched, your face burning as more and more of your rage bubbled to the surface.

The android examined your frame closely, analyzing your bodily levels, and found your stress levels rising considerably. Now you were at least at a 45% stress level.

A considerably large percentage from merely recognizing that he was an android brought over by lieutenant Hank.

"You think I wanted to!? He got assigned to be a stick up my a**, and I-" The grey-haired man let out an irritated sigh and massaged his temples.

"Listen. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to sleep, but I have to take this f*ckin' tin can to you to get fixed. Somebody named Amanda told me to take him to see you." Hank responded and punched the androids back.

Connor's brows rose for a second, his interest growing from Hank's sentence. You had to have been special to be recommended by Amanda.

Your right eye could be seen twitching as the android's LED blinked an aureolin hue a few times before returning to its usual cerulean color. And before the male was your information.

◤

Name: (Y/n) (Middle Name(s)) (L/n)

Age: (age 24)

Race: (Ethnicity)

Marital Status: (Single)

Occupation: Cyberlife Android and Deviant Repairman

Extra Info:

(Y/n) (L/n) was once a renowned inventor but due to an unfortunate accident became a raging drunk who denounced her position as Cyberlife's main inventor to Cyberlife's shadow, their repairman who fixed broken androids and reverted Deviants back to a stable software while also reinstating a masters programming.

◢

Connor swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he ingested the information that was displayed before him. The machinery in his head began to whirr as he thought of what to do at that moment.

✕┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

△┇LET HANK INTRODUCE YOU

☐ ┇...................

─━━━━━━━━

➠

✕ ┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

The male's lips twitched upwards into a quirky smile as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He voiced out, leading Hank to groan and remove his hand from the robot's back.

"I don't care." You responded bluntly and crossed your arms underneath your chest, ignoring the android's handshake.

"He says that...a lot." The male uttered his words with clear irritation and exhaustion before turning back to face you. "I'll be back tomorrow night to pick his a** back up. Just fix him and do your sh*t. And this time...try not to leave them broken beyond recognition."

You opened your mouth to respond back with an insult, but the lieutenant swiftly escaped down the hall and stepped into the elevator.

He disappeared without another word leaving you and the android alone. Connor gave you another small awkward smile while bringing his hand back down and turning his attention to the rum bottle.

◤

Brand: Legacy By Angostura

Price: $25,000

Alcohol Percentage: 40%

Extra info:

They're offering 20 limited edition 500 ml flacons of their most exquisite blends of rum. The Legacy by Angostura was fully hand-produced in Trinidad through a painstaking process that lasted for more than 6 years. It was brewed using a seven-column continuous still, chill-filtered, and then aged in a 200 liter America oak cask.

◢

"Excellent brand; isn't it quite expensive?" He sought. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed at his frame while you squeezed the neck of the half-empty bottle.

"Get the f*ck in." You cursed to him and moved aside in your penthouse. The male nodded his head and stepped in, his leg slightly jerking as his knees locked in.

"You not only have your shoulder f*cked up but also both your legs. How simple-minded of an android are!?" You questioned before hurling the door shut and fastening the multiple locks over it.

Connor turned his head, examining the multiple unneeded locks that made you appear to be a paranoid individual.

"Not quite that dull. I'm an advanced prototype for criminal investigation." He replied in a voice that sounded a bit loud and neutral, most likely from his robotic vocal box.

"An advanced prototype? What the f*ck is Amanda them thinking?" You acknowledged and walked past the android, leading him through the foyer and down the hall to the left.

"I...am not quite sure." He replied, compelling you to grimace and bring the alcohol to your lips, downing a large swig before guiding it back down by your hips.

Silence followed as you led him to a large room with android components and gadgets lying about, decorating tables and shelves.

In the middle of the room was a large silver table with large machines and bright lights hovering above it. "Lay down." You muttered and slammed the rum bottle on one of your work desks.

The brown-haired male awkwardly shifted his legs before crawling on top of the silver slab as blinding light from above shined into his optics.

Connor turned his head to glance at you, who was staring down at a few tools. Once again, his LED blinked aureolin before returning back to its original stable color.

Level of intemperance: .23

"Are you certain you're qualified to fix me being so highly intoxicated?" He asked while tilting his head to the side.

You hurled a wrench down onto the metal table and swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously, your eyes glaring down at the floor.

"Will you shut the h*ll up!? I know what I'm doing! I've been doing it for years!"

The android didn't say anything as he observed your frame. "Ms. (L/n), you do not seem to be in the best of moods on this night." He responded.

Your right eye twitched before you took another shot from the bottle. "I didn't think an android would be dropped off at my doorstep in the middle of the night." You uttered under your breath and turned back over to him.

"And how do you know my name-Oh, you were scanning me earlier, weren't you?"

Connor nodded his head on the table. "Yes, you looked quite laid-back in your ID photo."

Your left eye began twitching again. "You're saying I don't look laid-back right now!?" You exclaimed, yielding the android to shake his head frantically.

"N-No! I was just attempting to make small talk." He spoke modestly, although there was a hint of nervousness.

You raised an eyebrow at his words but didn't speak as you rolled up the bottom of his pants to his knees and assessed the damages.

"How the f*ck did you manage to do this?!" You demanded and poked the large dents in the areas.

The android gave you a quirky smile. "I was hit by a car."

You whipped your head to face his, your eyes narrowing as your hands tightened on the wrench.

"OK..." He suddenly voiced out. "Multiple cars."

Connor watched your expression, observing it stay this blank expression before your lips twitched upwards and your chest puffed out.

Quickly you turned your head away and covered your mouth, muffling that laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

The most advanced prototype so far in society cocked his head to the side and observed your actions curiously.

He was interested as to why the human in front of him found his words amusing. Especially after the hostility you have been showing him and Hank since their arrival.

Was human emotion able to switch so quickly like that? Or maybe it was just the alcohol that clogged your mind; after all, your intoxication levels were rather high.

"I've worked on many, and I mean numerous androids, especially deviant androids, and they have never once told me something so humorous with such a straight face." You mused before leaning back over to his busted knees.

"Well...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ms. (L/n). You appeared as though you needed a laugh." He responded while staring at you, his LED glowing a soft azure hue.

"How clever." You hummed and began removing the broken plates from his shins. "You seem to be very entertaining for an advanced android."

Again you received another quirky, cute smile on his face that caused heat to rush to your cheeks. You turned away and placed a hand in front of your profile, blocking your embarrassed face from his view.

However, with the male's superhuman biometric optics, he could see past the skin, muscle, and blood of your hand to witness the sudden shy expression.

You could see Connors's leg twitching, prompting you to turn and look up at his delicately freckled face. His pretty brown eyes were shimmering like they were actually alive and made you swallow the saliva in your throat.

"You need to stop distracting me or this is going to take all night, android." You told the male in a calmer tone, not so violent and abrasive as before.

✕┇LISTEN TO HER ORDERS

△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

☐┇MAKE LIGHT CONVERSATION

❍┇INSIST ON HELPING HER

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△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

"I don't think I'm being very distracting just laying here on the table as you take apart my legs. If it is as you say, I can be distracting...If you would like it that way."

The android watched your eyes widen from his words before once again turning your head away to hide a fairly bright blush. "Stupid android and his smooth tongue. Are you sure you are not deviant?" You whispered under your breath, but the male could hear with that biometric hearing system of his.

A soft but almost melodic laugh left his lips, causing you to face the male and stare down at his beautiful features. His silky skin and delicate freckles. His plump lips and glimmering brown orbs. The slightly aged wrinkles on his forehead, as well as the cute curls of his hair.

Slowly you put the wrench down and leaned back in your chair. Connor watched as you changed your attention to the hallway and began staring, your eyes becoming distant and glossy.

︿ 52% level of stress

Your stress level was suddenly rising once again, out of the blue, no less. His eyebrows knitted together while he thought of the reason, but there was nothing he could pinpoint out.

Human emotions seemed so very flimsy.

"Ms. (L/n)."

Your eyelids blinked quickly for a few moments before turning your attention back to the male. "Oh, I got distracted. Today is...a very hard day for me. It's an anniversary, but it's hard to enjoy it when that person is not here." You replied, causing the android to nod his head.

The mood became very somber and quiet as you finished your work on both his legs. Fixing and replacing the damaged plates and caps. Connor didn't say anything, just quietly lying on the slab, watching your face focus on his lower limbs.

A couple of hours passed by, close to midnight by now, when it was time to move on to his last injuries. The bullet wounds riddled the left side of his upper body.

"Okay, Connor."

The android's LED flickered a light burgundy shade for a second before returning to cerulean when he heard his name leave your lips.

"Yes, Ms. (L/n)?"

You wiped the oil off of your hands with a rag before scooting over closer to his upper body. "I'm done with your legs, so we need to do your chest now. I need you to take off your coat and undershirt so I can get to the wounds."

The male nodded his head and sat up to take off the clothing items. He awkwardly shimmied out of the left side of the coat before doing the same with the shirt, folding them nicely and placing it on the rolling stand by the slab.

When he laid back on the table, he turned his attention to you and saw that your bashful expression had expanded.

You were gawking at his torso, taking in the appearance of his muscular frame that was splattered with thirium 310, their deep dark blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android's body and bio components.

For some reason, Connor was feeling a bit warm despite his cooling system working perfectly fine.

Like a tingling sensation all under his skin that was driving him mad, as if his body was real as if his body was alive; it felt almost human the way his mechanical body was sensing.

"Cyberlife really-" You coughed and turned away to get some different tools. "-Put some thought and work into your model. I don't understand why your physique needs are better than most human men's."

Connor just laughed that angelic laugh of his and turned to face the back of your body. "They made me physically able to swiftly traverse difficult terrain, as well as combative techniques. Another android who would have undergone through what I had tonight would have been demolished."

You turned around with the needed equipment and placed it on a stand next to the table. "The most advanced prototype in the world, they say. How interesting, I've never seen anything like this." You mumbled and took your seat; however, you raised the height of your chair so you could reach over.

No more words were exchanged as you got to work again on his last wound, pulling out the bullets and fixing the ruined fibers of his insides.

Connor mindlessly thought to himself while he paid attention to his system levels. Slowly but surely, he was coming closer to 100%, faster than he expected. Faster than anyone else he had met at Cyberlife could do.

The male turned his head to glance at you, examining how intensely you were focusing on fixing him. But as much as he found himself enjoying the view of your face, his attention was being drawn to your breast under the thin shirt.

There was no bra, no support to secure it in place or hide the hard nipples that poked through the flimsy fabric. The android has seen plenty of his share before, from both the internet and from Eden Club.

But for some reason, because it was you and you only, his software was beginning to feel quite unstable.

╳┇LOOK AWAY

△┇INFORM HER OF HER INDECENCY

▢ ┇CHANGE THE TOPIC

◯┇STARE

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◯┇STARE

His gloriously gleaming brown orbs couldn't help themselves as he stared at the breast that had entranced him. Soft flush skin that peeked out from the low tank top, made him tempted to reach out and grasp them.

The curiosity was getting to him, for he wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And most importantly, he wanted to see that face of yours twisted with...this pleasure and delight that he was the cause of. Connor and only him were bringing about the burning passion under your human surface.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

He blinked his eyelids quickly, the message displaying across his vision, driving him a sense of agitation. An almost human emotion that made him knit his brows together in thought. The LED blinking aureolin, then burgundy.

"Is something wrong?"

At the sound of your voice filling his robotic auditory system, his face relaxed, and a quirky smile displayed on his lips. The LED returns to a soft azure hue.

"No, everything is ok. Everything is great, in fact."

You couldn't help but snicker at the male's response and lean back, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. "Whoever it was, they really did a number on you. I've seen androids not as badly f*cked up and yet they're completely unable to be repaired. You are quite the work."

Connor's quirky grin grew. "Well, what can I say? The most advanced android Cyberlife has to offer."

Laughing to yourself under your breath, you moved on to the last thing you needed to do to complete his repair. Repairing the damaged plates, putting new ones in, and just to be safe, you were adding new material to it, so his plastic armor was harder to pierce.

Your eyelids suddenly began to drop, and your vision grew blurry. "Oh, f*ck." You grumbled and leaned away from his body. A pounding headache was beginning to form, provoking you to groan.

"I'll be right back; I need some water. Don't touch anything."

Sluggishly you had gotten up and left without another word, leaving RK800 alone in your workroom. Casually he sat up and looked around the place.

The room smelled of oil, thirium, and alcohol. It was strong, and the android was sure you were beginning to feel the state of your intoxication.

A sudden sound of glass breaking and a loud thud rang through his ears, yielding him to react without thinking. He leaped off of the gray sleek slab and made his way down the hallway.

"Ms. (L/n)? Are you alright?"

He heard the sound of something muffled before a quiet yes was detected. Even though he had confirmation, he knew better than to leave before fully investigating a scene.

Connor stepped farther down the hallway before he arrived at what he assumed was the kitchen. You were on your knees, cradling your left hand that had glass impeding in the skin. Broken glass in front of you and covering the tiled floor.

Blood could be seen seeping out of the wound and dripping down your wrist, but you didn't seem any bit fazed. Just gazing out at the nothingness in front of you while squeezing what looked like a crumpled picture.

He could hardly make out the image, but from what he could see, it was a picture of you dressed up with your hair and make-up done. Somebodies arm was around your waist, though any more of the other person was unidentifiable.

"Ms. (L/n). Your wound will get infected if you don't clean it." The android called out, whereas you didn't respond. Just staring off, dazed.

Level of intemperance: .23

Your levels of intoxication had yet to change, oddly stable, but it should have been low enough for you to at least converse.

"I need air." You suddenly mumbled, pushing past the still half-undressed android and sluggishly padding over to the wall of windows where you slid open the glass door.

Immediately cool air blew past your frames, spreading the metallic smell of your blood all through the area. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to the glass railing.

Your penthouse was so very high, close to touching the clouds, which gave you the best view of the glimmering city. You took another deep breath, expanding your lungs and abdomen with fresh air.

"The air smells better up here, like it's crisp and fresh."

RK800 raised an eyebrow before making his way over to your frame. "Air is just nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, krypton, hydrogen, and xenon. They don't particularly have a strong smell like what you say."

Slowly you turned around, and Connor expected you to snap at him, but instead, you looked at him with such a longing look that he could almost see an ocean of pain in your (e/c) orbs.

That expression on your face looked as if you were yearning for something you could never attain. As if it was something completely out of your grasp.

His mechanical brain began to whirr. What could be having this distress? You clearly had all the wealth needed to obtain whatever it was, so it wasn't about money. You had connections, and you were well-known, so what could it be?

And why was he so puzzled by your concerns? He knew his system had already been becoming quite unstable for quite a while as he worked side by side with lieutenant Hank. He was feeling.

He felt more alive than before and was enjoying the simple acts of partaking in his mind's sudden request to experience things. But the more he did, the more his software instability rose, and that scared him.

﹀ 27% level of stress

He suddenly zoned back in when he realized he unconsciously scanned you. Your stress levels had suddenly decreased considerably over the course of a few minutes.

You appeared more somber than anything as you gazed at him with that same look. And that look felt as if they were burning holes through his mechanical body.

"Ms. (L/n), please let me clean and dress your wound. There are still pieces of glass embedded in your skin."

"Is there?" You responded to him with not much concern. "I couldn't even tell."

Carelessly you turned around to sit on one of the lounging chairs and gaze out at the entrancing lights. Your injured arm hung off the side as you tossed the scrunched-up photo over the edge of the railing.

"I'll be right back." The android stated before leaving the terrace and heading back inside. He scanned the room, finding the right materials he needed.

Surprisingly the male began to feel exposed, being only in his black slacks. He was unable to wear his undershirt or jacket due to the whole right side being ripped and tattered.

Was this embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.

The male made his way back to the terrace and noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. Your breathing was evening, and your brain activity had calmed.

A sigh left his plump lips as he sat on the edge of the lounge chair and carefully grasped your injured arm. He picked out the piece of glass before wiping the blood that trailed down your forearm.

You stirred slightly but didn't move from your slumber. Lastly, the android placed antibiotic cream in the cuts before wrapping them in the bandages.

When all was done, he placed the rag and bandages on the ground as he observed your features. Your (pale/tan/brown) skin glowed a blue hue from the lights outside on your terrace.

His biometric optics took in the sight of your soft skin and memorized every blemish, scar, and marking that he could visibly see.

The android's attention was drawn everywhere on your body. Your arms, legs, thighs, stomach, and definitely your chest had his eyes all over.

He couldn't help but observe your human body; it all was so interesting to him. How could your breast greatly take his attention?

It was just a part of your body but it was as if he couldn't help but be drawn to the potential softness of them.

RK800 swallowed thickly, feelings his fingers twitching from almost unconsciously grasping them out of his pure curiosity.

Connor's gaze traveled to your face so he could stop those inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud his mind again. Any longer, and a software instability notification might have popped across his vision.

Your eyelids closed, your lashes grazing your cheeks that were dusted with color from what he assumed was the alcohol and chilly wind.

It was then that he looked down at your lips. (pink/brown) and flushed with health. The male leaned closer, wanting to capture the very image of your sleeping frame exactly the way it was.

Unconsciously his right hand had risen, and his thumb ghosted over your lips that felt warm under his synthetic skin.

His action caused you to stir, and this time your eyelids fluttered open. Your vision was blurry but quickly grew clear as you the male's face right in front of yours.

He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cool face. No words were exchanged as the two of you just gazed into the other's glimmering orbs before lowering to your lips.

╳┇PULL AWAY

△┇KISS HER

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He was too slow to make a decision, distracted at the moment before his concentration broke when you looked away. You shifted uncomfortably before placing your fingers against his warm chest and pushing him back.

"I need to finish with your repair." You blurted out before clearing your throat and getting up from your lying position.

"You're...You're right." He mumbled before following you back to the repair room. It still smelled of oil and alcohol, and you seemed to clearly be displeased by the smell.

You grabbed the expensive bottle of rum and tossed it in your sink, uncaring if it broke or shattered. "No more distractions, okay, Connor?"

His Thirium pump (which is an android synthetic heart) seemed to pound loudly, skipping a beat with his auditory system picked up on your voice saying his name.

He swallowed thickly again and laid himself back down on the sleek gray tab. The android was growing impatient with these growing feelings that made him too human.

RK800 was designed to capture deviants who deviate from their programmed behavior. He was supposed to be the most humane android in the world but nonetheless remain an android.

But was that going to be his downfall due to his growing curiosity?

Connor blinked when he felt your warm hands on his chest again. You were on his skin with a softer touch, feather-like almost, that was a far contrast to your rough handling when you were much angrier earlier that night.

If your touch just felt like that on his chest, how would it feel if it was in other places on his mechanical body?

Again your face was near his from having to lean over his chiseled body. Your contraction was on his skin, unwavering as you repaired him speedily but gently.

"And...that should do it."

You pulled back and turned around, placing the extra plastic pieces on the surface and wiping your fingers.

"Ms. (L/n)."

"Yes, Connor?"

~Thump~

~Thump~

"You missed a spot right here."

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "Where?"

"Right here, on my collarbone."

Furrowing your brows, you leaned over to get a closer look at what you had overlooked and left unrepaired.

Your face was once again close to his.

╳┇KISS HER

△┇KISS HER

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╳┇KISS HER

One of Connor's arms snaked around your waist while the other came up behind your head. He lifted slightly off the table as he pushed your head down so your mouths could connect.

The feeling of your warm lips against his synthetic one had shot electricity all throughout his body. The beat of his thirium pump accelerated, the blue blood within his system flushing all through his body and feeling as though he was swelling.

Connor's hold on your body tightened, pushing you harder against it as he found your lips moving, responding to him almost just as eagerly.

RK800 had never kissed another person before, regardless if they were human or android. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.

The male was not only made to catch deviants but to learn from his mistakes and correct them. What made Connor so different from any other android was the fact that he could learn.

He could change.

It was what made him so scary but charming. An android that could be more human than humans themselves.

Connor could taste you from the saliva on his lips and when your tongues intertwined. It was sweet, mostly from the alcohol, but also he detected sugary candy.

He didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

This taste was like a delicacy, something he found himself wanting to indulge in more.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Words of worry flashed across his vision, but this time he ignored it fully. His sole mind was focused on you and only you. Without breaking the kiss Connor sat up on the table, pressing your body in between his legs while his grasp only grew tighter on your body.

Your hands found their way around his neck, the tips of your fingers twiddling his soft brown locks that felt so real. "Mm, Connor~."

His name had never sounded so good before.

The android pulled away from your lips, observing your flushed face with your panting chest. Your eyes were half-lidded in lust and passion. Your cheeks were dusted in color, with your lips appearing slightly swollen.

Saliva drooled down the corner of your lips, but you were too distracted to wipe it clean. Connor, who sat higher than you, looked down at your frame with the same passion-filled gaze.

His thin nimble fingers entangled themselves within your locks as he leaned in close again. He didn't let your lips connect, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

"Say my name again." He muttered in a low sultry tone.

You were so close to his body that you could feel it rumble as he spoke. Slowly you lowered your hands to press against his pectorals, feeling the thumping of his synthetic heart underneath his frame.

It was erratic, missing beats and pumping at a rapid pace. This android, the most advanced prototype, was excited with what could only be human emotions.

Lust.

"Say my name again, please."

Your (e/c) flickered up to gaze at his face. A bit of desperation displaying by his furrowed brows and parted lips. The sight of this delectable android and his just as delicious voice made your mind hazy and a heat to grow in your lower region.

"Do you like it when I say your name, Connor~?"

His tongue swept his bottom lip as you felt the beating of his heart increase. His chocolate brown orbs glimmered more with life, with desire.

"I'm drawn to you saying it, (Y/n). I just want to hear you say it over and over again." He confessed before dropping his face to the crook of your neck.

Connor liked it when you said his name and you couldn't deny hearing his robotic voice sound more human, more passionate while saying your own voice was an arousing action.

The android inhaled your scent deeply, body scrub and lotion could be detected, but your natural smell was just as alluring. His left hand that was entangled in your hair pulled it to the side to allow for him to explore more of your throat.

His lips pressed against your skin, simple wet kisses all over your skin before he opened his mouth and licked your skin. His tongue felt so human as well; soft and wet.

"I want to hear you say it again. Can you do that for me?"

He spoke his words against your skin, causing you to shiver in your spot. You swallowed thickly before nodding your head and making eye contact with chocolate orbs.

The android pulled back and licked his lips.

"Say it then. Say it again, and this time don't stop."

His words, his voice, it all was making your lower body throb with need. Tingling in a desperate manner that had you clenching around nothing.

"Connor, kiss me. Please kiss me again, Connor."

The male placed a kiss against your jawline before bringing your head back to his, letting his lips just graze yours.

"Connor."

He hummed with a devious smirk on his freckled face. "Yes, (Y/n)?" He asked, his right hand drawing soothing circles on your exposed waist.

"I said kiss me. Not give me that p*ssy shit."

Your words caused the male to laugh in his throat. "You have such a vulgar tongue." He mused, his lips grazing yours again before he finally kissed back just the way you wanted.

His lips moving against yours desperately, his tongue dancing with yours erotically. It was so f*cking delicious you couldn't help but get wet by this gorgeous android.

His appearance was pleasing to the eye, his voice starting to become more melodic the more he spoke, and his mouth getting more experienced the longer he kissed you.

Desperate, greedy, and almost frantic could explain how his lips moved against your own. Your hands couldn't help but run down his chiseled chest.

Your fingertips (or fingernails) touched the solid 'muscle' around his ribs before stopping at his abs. They were hard and firm, and not an ounce of 'fat' was designed on his perfectly sculpted body.

Everything about RK800, AKA Connor, was just perfect. So perfect it hurt.

Slowly you pulled away from Connor and pressed your mouth to his chest. He smelt of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.

Wet kisses were made in between his chest before you trailed them down to his abs. You couldn't help yourself; your head was full of all the naughty things you wanted to do, the perfect android.

Casually you stuck your tongue out, dragging it down across his abs with your eyes flickering up to maintain eye contact with the male.

His lips parted, deep breaths of air escaping his mouth from your actions. "(Y/n), that feels good."

You sucked slightly on his muscles before grasping his hips and looking up at him. "How good, Connor?"

His hips bucked forward as he gave you a coy smile. One hand inched its way to your throat, where he grasped it firmly so he could pull your face back up to his.

Connor's other one went to hold your warm cheek in the palm of his hand intimately. "So good that I can't get enough of you."

You swallowed strenuously before running your nails all across his sensitive muscles. The android sucked in his abdomen and puffed his chest out.

"Mm, (Y/n)~."

You watched that moan of his leave his lips, breathless but erotic. His adam's apple bobbed, his collarbone becoming prominent as he took a shaky breath.

The hand around your cheek snaked down your backside, where he grasped a handful of your a** and squeezed.

"Tell me what you want. Should I stop? Should I continue? You know that if you don't stop me now, I will indulge myself in my curiosity and explore every inch of your feminine body."

Your p*ssy throbbed, anticipation growing just as much as your desperation. How could you ever tell him no when he spoke like that?

"Connor-" You started and gripped his hand that was around your throat. He released your neck and let you trail it down to your crotch.

You pressed his hand against your clothed c*nt, urging him to feel the heat that was growing in your body.

"Don't stop, please. Do anything you want to satisfy your cravings. I won't stop you."

Connor raised an eyebrow before pressing his fingers against your sensitive area and watching you take a deep breath.

"Are you sure? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

The removal of your tiny thin tank was answer enough for Connor. His eyes widened as he finally was able to see the supple, healthy n*pples that were hard and erect.

Faster than you could process, Connor slid off the table and quickly switched your positions. He grasped your hips and easily heaved you onto the table.

He pushed you onto your back while sliding off the black shorts you wore on your bottom. You were only left in the flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.

Curiously the Andriod grasped the thin straps and began pulling those down as well. He watched as a thin line of slick connected the underwear to your c*nt.

Discarding the piece of fabric somewhere in the room, Connor turned his gaze to your sopping-wet c*nt. The male wanted you to feel good no matter what.

His main focus that night was your pleasure and maybe a bit of fulfilling his curiosity. Connor, who had never done anything like this, wanted to do his best.

He wanted to hear you moaning his name, telling him how good you felt and how good he was doing. So, to get those things from you, the android played hundreds of videos in a second to be informed on the sensitivity of a female's private.

In just a few seconds, Connor knew what to do now; all he had to do was perform the right way to get you screaming his name.

╳┇LICK HER

△┇FINGER HER

▢┇BOTH

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▢┇BOTH

Connor leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers rubbed your entrance. The tips of his fingers became drenched in your slickness.

"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his locks and ruining his perfectly styled look.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

The words in his vision didn't even register in his head. His only response was to let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t.

His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and tugged on his hair.

"C-Connor."

His name left your mouth breathlessly as if you could barely manage to bring your lips to produce a sound. He was wrong before; his name coming from your mouth now had never sounded so good.

In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he simply provided the very beginning of your entrance.

The android wanted to make you as comfortable and aroused as possible before he did anything else. He wasn't going to bring about pain, only the sensual pleasure you deserved.

Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.

"Call out my name again. I know you can do that, right, beautiful?"

You swallowed the saliva in your throat and took a shaky breath.

"Please, Connor. I want more."

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, viewing the twinkle in your eyes.

"Connor, I need more."

The android's free hand grasped just above your hip bone to hold you firmly as he leaned up and peppered wet kisses down to the valley of your breast.

He continued it down your stomach, feeling you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from watching, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in.

A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thighs against his shoulders. His fingers maintained still inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.

Again that coy smile of his could be felt on your stomach. He was proud to have your body responding to him in such a desperate manner.

He was proud that the knowledge he quickly obtained was being put to good use. Through all the emotions you displayed that night; anger, grief, irritation, and melancholy, that was all washed away as the android helped you with your flimsy negative emotions.

Slowly the male lowered himself back down, breathing across your skin before he reached your cl*t again. Your thighs moved to clutch his head in that tight hold.

It was a good thing the android didn't need breath because he definitely was enjoying the suffocation from your thighs.

Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips bucking against his face.

Connor's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.

And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.

A shaky moan left your lips that was followed by his name. It was Connor getting drunk off the sound alone. The thirium was surging all throughout his body, every biocomponent suddenly becoming ravished. It was as if his own synthetic organs were in desperate need for its blood, for its fuel.

Connors's fingers slowly began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.

He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the workroom.

The android's chocolate brown orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips. His intimate touch was just as desirable as his sensual ones.

The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.

He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.

It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.

You were becoming lost in this android's touch, completely devoured by his words and sensual touch. It had been so long since you felt such a way that you felt if Connor asked anything from you, you'd immediately succumb to it.

Connor gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.

The male wasn't even doing much, but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast, despite he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.

"Connor~."

The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the android. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.

His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well

Connor had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break past his synthetic skin.

A thought rang through your head for a moment. Connor was the most advanced android Cyberlife had created. Made to assist human law enforcement and capture deviants. He knew how to gain information in any way he needed to.

If Connor needed to gain any information from you, there would be no way you could withstand any tactic he could use on you.

RK800 made you weak.

Connor began to suck on your soft, supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.

All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.

There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.

The brown-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your female body was approaching an org*sm.

One of your hands that was digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.

His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites, and began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.

Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was beginning to be overwhelming with how good Connor was doing.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table.

Connor pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin; a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something that he made, no one else.

Teasingly slow, he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.

He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.

With being so wet, the android felt like your liquids were never-ending, dripping all down your c*nt before pooling on the table. Another sign of how good Connor was doing.

He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "You taste so f*cking good."

Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers digging into his synthetic skin; his words made you feel good too.

Not to mention that low sultry tone of his made your heart jitter. Connor was so unbelievably delicious. Everything about it, from his voice to his appearance, to his skilled fingers and hot mouth.

'Hey, god it's me. Please never let this end.'

The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.

And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.

"Oh my~! C-Connor~!" Your voice was louder than it had been before as you cried the male's name as you came.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.

The hand that was holding his shoulders dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.

Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the android. Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.

The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He was glad he gained a little knowledge beforehand because physically presenting how he could have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him made his artificial heart skip a beat.

Conor casually lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against his synthetic tongue.

You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open; fatigue took over all your limbs, leaving you limp and quite feeble.

Gradually the android pulled out from your thighs and stood to his full 6'0 height. Your c*m was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He made sure you were looking, gazing at his pink and red tongue that licked it off of his skin.

"This isn't over."

You blinked at him in shock. "What?"

Connor didn't reply with words. Instead, he grasped your arm and picked you up. Your bare legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the workroom.

"Connor? Where are you taking me?"

Again he didn't say anything as he brought you over to your living room. The glow of the city lit the area up dimly, casting a golden hue against your bodies.

Carefully, as if you were the most fragile being in the world, the male placed you down on the soft cushion of your couch. He immediately placed himself within the space between your legs and grasped your hips firmly.

Because of the height differences now from his kneeling and your sitting positions, he looked up at you this time. You were falling in love with those glimmering chocolate-brown optics of his.

Especially that expression. His plump lips were parted slightly, with his gaze appearing so lovingly. His delicately freckled face looked so attractive with that golden glow.

"You look so pretty."

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Your cheeks flared in heat from his compliment that you knew was not false flattery.

"You look so pretty that I feel powerless beneath you."

Connor was making you feel speechless. Did the android know how powerful his tongue was, physically and languidly?

Words were stuck in your throat, unsure of what to say to his praise. It was seemed so genuine you knew something had to be up with android. He was deviating from programming; you had to be sure.

Everything he was doing, he was saying, was too human to be programmed in this android. Was he deviant, hiding behind a mask of being fully capable?

You were thrust out of your thoughts when Connor's lips were felt against the left side of your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his thumb across your hips.

Instead of thinking about your earlier thoughts, you closed your eyes and ran your hands through his hair, relishing in his sweet touch.

Just like he had done to your thigh, the male began to cover your smooth skin in his marks. He created round love bites ranging from all sorts of dark colors.

The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.

His tender, intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast.

"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.

All night Connor had been gazing at your breast longingly, wanting to touch and feel them in his hands. He wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And here he was now finally getting to indulge in his lustful thoughts all while making you feel good too. He brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.

You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Connor's body as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area. "T-that feels good, Connor." You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.

His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue. "Do you like it when I touch your breast?"

Almost eagerly, you nodded your head and looked away in embarrassment from how quickly you answered him, no hesitation at all.

The android's teeth graze your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.

"I'd like it if you could use your voice, please." He murmured against your body.

How could this android be so sweet, almost always using 'please' but also so demanding with that low, commanding tone of his?

"I-I...Yes, I like it when it's with you."

"With me, huh?" He asked, his lips displaying a devious smirk.

His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.

Connor hummed to himself a kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast seems to be just as sensitive." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed your response.

He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.

They were so warm, so soft yet firm. They smelled so good that he just wanted to devour you whole. He could tell you were enjoying it just as much too.

He could smell your arousal and how much stronger it was becoming. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied like this.

One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.

His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. How much longer was Connor going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world but the same couldn't be said for you.

Suddenly Connor felt your hands on his face, pulling him away from your chest. He did as you wanted and pulled back, gazing up at you curiously.

"Connor? How advanced did Cyberlife make your physical body?"

The android raised an eyebrow. "They made me as alike to a human male as possible so I could complete my missions in any matter I needed to." He replied with an unblemished smile.

Your cheeks flared in color. "T-Then did they give you male gene-" You swallowed thickly In embarrassment, unable to finish your sentence from having to ask this of an android.

It seemed though as Connor understood where you were going with it and placed a smooch on your jaw.

"Yes, they did. They said words would not always be able to get the result I needed. In this world, I could also use this body they gave me if needed but so far I've found I haven't been required to use it."

You didn't like the idea of Connor having to use his body for a mission, especially with another person.

"Well, you've been making me feel good this whole time. I want to make you feel just as good. I was just going to play with your wires, but if you are equipped with something else..." You told him and observed as a smile grew on his lips.

"I do not care about my own pleasure. My concern is your body, how good I could make you feel. I made it my mission to please you the best I could."

Connor was the most considerate gentleman that you had ever met, and he wasn't even human. His words were kind and thoughtful but you felt displeased with all of the attention just being on you.

You trailed your fingers down his chiseled torso before stopping at his belt. He looked down for a moment before gazing at your pretty face.

"(Y/n), no." He told you and said your name with his melodic voice.

"Connor-"

The male swallowed when he heard his name.

"-you can use my body for your own pleasure as well. You'll be satisfying me just as much, please."

╳┇MOVE HER HAND AWAY

△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

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△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

"Are you sure?" He asked you once more for confirmation, wanting your consent more than anything.

You replied by tugging at the hemline of his pants while bringing your face by his left ear. "If it's with you, I'm sure."

The male would have shivered if he could from that tone. He found himself enjoying how you specified you liked it all when it was from him.

Connor removed his hands from your body and began unbuckling his belt. He watched as you observed him with a curious but needy gaze.

Everything he did was with perfect precision, almost elegant even. Just the simple act of removing his shoes, socks, and pants seemed graceful.

And when the last article of clothing was removed, you froze slightly in your spot on the couch. Every little thing about Connor, you declared to be perfect. But Cyberlife seemed to make him almost too perfect, giving him something most males would go to war over.

"Are you okay? You look to be startled." He questioned and kneeled down so he could be level with your face.

You swallowed and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that." You laughed a little at the end, causing Connor to tilt his head to the side and bring a hand to your face.

He ran his thumb across your lips, contemplating it for a moment before connecting his gaze to yours. "I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in your hands. "No, don't stop."

Connor smiled and brought his lips close to yours, mere centimeters from touching but not. "Tell me again what you want." The male grasped your thighs in his large hands and squeezed.

You grinned and softly placed your lips against his. "I want you, Connor."

Like starting off a chain of events, the male picked your body up and captured your lips in another savory kiss. Passionate and intimate as he moved you over to the lounge couch bed that was against the wall.

He broke the kiss not even once as he laid you down carefully, placing himself in between your legs. He caressed your thighs, lightly dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your sensitive skin.

Slowly he removed his touch from your skin and reached for his member, pressing the tip against your cl*t.

"Last chance." He hummed in between your kisses, rubbing the head of his member all along your sopping wet c*nt.

Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his extremity. "Ain't no way we're stopping now," You responded to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A quirky grin formed on Connor's lips as he took a deep breath and pressed the tip at your entrance. He could feel the warm liquids of arousal.

In a matter of seconds just like Connor had done earlier, he quickly watched and analyzed hundreds of videos to gain the knowledge he needed to perform excellently.

The android leaned forward, grasping the base of his c*ck and aligning it with your entrance that was just begging for him.

You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and you swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt for a moment before slowly entering the head of his c*ck in.

He didn't fully enter inside, stopping when he noticed a pained expression morphing on your face. "Are you okay? Do you want me to-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than you meant to and dug your nails into his muscular shoulders. Your hips jerked upwards, your legs squeezing against the side of his body.

"I-I just need to adjust; I've never had someone your size. Give me a moment."

Connor didn't say anything, not enjoying how he caused you pain but you didn't want to stop so he listened.

"You can put more in."

The android grasped your waist and entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was amazingly thick and his length was just as mindboggling.

The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in pleasure.

The android c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm your human body was around him. Completely wet and soft, forming to fit his member.

His hands burrowed into the cushion, finding the warmth from your body and delicious expression almost overwhelming to him.

He never thought something so human would feel so good. The lower organ that was given to him had never felt anything before.

He never had any needs to satisfy; he was an android after all who lived and breathed, completing his missions.

But at the moment, he had never felt so vulnerable and weak before. He had never felt so good and valid before.

"Please move."

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard you speak. Gazing into your eyes, he swallowed thickly.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

Not even a moment later did the male roll his hips before rocking it forward and plunging himself back in.

"N-Ngh~!"

Your body jolted in its spot, your hips bucking upwards with your nails digging into his pale, muscular shoulders.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. He wasn't just pushing himself inside of you, he was using his body to roll deep into you like an ocean.

"Connor~."

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.

Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It was beginning to be Connor's downfall as he lost a bit of his rationality.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

The android found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling him to not stop.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

His hands could never leave your body alone, one of them flying to your stomach, where he dragged his fingers lightly up and down your stomach.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hips aching from being up slightly off the couch, but you were in no way going to move to tell him to change anything.

That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Connor grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hitting your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.

And possibly Connor as well. His face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed with his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you assumed Connor was feeling what could only be explained as a human org*sm.

"You feel so good." He suddenly grunted near your ear.

His guttural voice and words made your p*ssy throb. You hugged him close to your sweaty chest and brought your lips to his ear.

"Say it again."

Connor kissed your jaw before placing another kiss in the shell of your ear.

"(Y/n), you feel so f*cking good."

That seemed to be the last straw, exactly what you needed to hear. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible, but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Connor's wide, muscular sides.

Your nails that were already digging into his shoulders now broke past the synthetic skin and pressed against the plastic armor beneath.

You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. One of his arms snaked underneath and pressed your bare chest together.

Ultimately, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

Even though you had reached your limit, Connor had yet to seize in own. However, he wasn't that far from it. He just needed to pound into your wet velvety walls just a little longer to reach his own high.

As the android continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.

Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Connor could feel you trembling underneath him and knew he had to finish this soon. His lips found their way to the other side of your throat, where he kissed and sucked harshly.

His body was telling him that he was going to c*m, his LED flashing vermillion rapidly.

╳┇C*M INSIDE

△┇PULL OUT

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╳┇C*M INSIDE

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick hot liquid.

You didn't even know what it was made of, but at the moment, you didn't really care.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left the android's lips as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Connor awoke from a dormant state; his system fully rested as a bright light shined on his face. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of your bedroom.

He sat up, looking around for your frame, but he was alone in the large room. At the edge of the bed was a set of clothes freshly ironed and smelled like they came from right out of the dryer.

Wasting no time, he dressed in fresh clothes and was surprised to see a new grey jacket with his identification marker on it. He slipped it on and fixed his tie.

Now that he was appropriate, he went to exit the room to find you but found one thing out of place. It was a door, slightly ajar.

He raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were boxes all packed up and taped, appearing as if you were moving them out.

Curiously he stepped toward one of the open boxes and kneeled down so he could look at it closely. The first thing he grabbed out was a picture frame.

You were smiling just as brightly as the one from last night, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends. Your (e/c) orbs glimmer like the night sky while hugging another male, your lips upon his cheeks.

He could tell it was the same one from last night. The most surprising thing was that the male in the photo most definitely had to be an android. He didn't have his jacket with his identification marker but on his temple was an LED, his external feedback component.

In fact, everyone around you had an LED as well. You were the only human surrounded by all these androids, and the most important detail was the visible signs of deviancy they were showing.

He looked away from the frame and saw inside of the box were clothes, male clothes to be exact. And one of those items was an android jacket, with an identification marker on it.

Connor scanned through his system, looking for any news of this tracking number and a report displayed in his view.

Maliki, an android who was captured and destroyed for his involvement with hiding deviant androids.

A sudden noise from someplace in the house gained his attention. He hastily shoved the frame back inside the box and exited the room, leaving the door ajar just how it was.

Quietly, using the lightest steps he could, Connor crept down the hallway to the noise.

"Yes, I dealt with the anniversary just fine, so let's not bring it up, okay?"

It was your voice speaking into what he assumed was your cellular device. You sounded slightly annoyed with whoever you were speaking to.

"But anyway, I think I have someone very interesting for you. It's an android, a very important one. He's the most advanced prototype to this day, highly intelligent and either deviant or close to deviancy. He would be a valuable asset to the rebellion. If I can spend more time with him I can surely turn him deviant. All I need to do is recode his program and make it easier to break into deviancy. It's the same thing I did with all those other androids I sent you."

Connor froze, his mechanical brain whirring as he processed what you were saying. Everything sounded so incriminating.

"I detected something in his code too; something Kamsaki had to put in on purpose. Connor has the potential to turn androids against their code, creating deviants. Possibly from how human they made him."

Closer, Connor crept and hid his body in the shadows of the hallway. He could see you standing on the terrace, your back facing him as you spoke into the cellular.

There was a sudden yelling from the other line on the phone, causing you to pull it away from your ear before placing it back against your labyrinth.

"I know, but think of the numbers! We need the numbers, and we need you to lead the rebellion, Markus. You are not the only one with things worth losing. I'm risking my life for this; remember that."

You grumbled and ran a hand through your hair.

"In any matter, it has to be you. I don't like North, and you know it. It'll fail if she leads it, and everything will be for nothing. Maliki's sacrifice would be for nothing."

And that was all Connor could bear to hear. He stepped away from the wall with loud footsteps, which gained your attention.

Your (e/c) orbs widened as you saw a sort of distressed expression on the android's face.

"Did you hear-"

He quickly cut you off by raising a hand to silence you and unfortunately, it worked. "This whole time, you've been working for the rebellion?"

You swallowed thickly. "Well, I-"

"You've been hiding them from the law, (Y/n)!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing you to jump from how loud it echoed on the terrace.

"Listen to me, I-"

He cut you off by taking another step toward your frame. "You're risking your career, your life, for something that's wrong!"

"It's not!" You exclaimed and ended the call that was still going. "I'm doing the right thing!"

Connor shook his head and turned away from you. "Amanda needs to know this." He muttered.

You choked on your spit and rushed in front of the male. "Connor, please listen to me. If you go to Amanda with this information, you'll be dooming us all. You're becoming deviant, and what do you think will happen when they find out? They'll destroy you and replace you with another copy. And when you finish your mission, you'll get replaced with another android made to be better than you!"

You placed your hands wearily on Connor's arms. "Don't you see, it's always going to be a never-ending cycle. You can help us, help me if you just agree to it. Choose to support our side."

The android stared down at you, his lips pursed as he listened to your words. "(Y/n), I am a machine. I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants, and that's what I intend to do."

Your brows furrowed as you gazed up at him with such pained eyes. "Oh, Connor." Your voice cracked while you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his chest. "You are more than that. I can see it."

╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

△┇HOLD HER

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╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

Connor lifted his arms up and removed your grasp from his body while stepping away, putting distance between your frames.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ﹀

"I am a machine." He stated, his voice sounding more robotic than it had been. "And I have a mission to complete."

Connor began making his way to the front door, leaving you stunned in the living room.

"Connor."

He halted when he heard his name come from your mouth, broken and pained. "What, Ms. (L/n)?"

You took a shaky breath and stepped near him. "Look at me please." You whispered out.

The android stayed still for a moment before cautiously turning his frame around to face yours.

He shouldn't have done that.

Upon seeing the tears running down your face, he began to feel resentment at his own self for making you cry.

Your shaky hands reached for his face, carefully holding him in the palm of your hands. "Kiss me. Kiss me one last time and then make your decision. Become a deviant, and I will help you. Or stay a machine and never see me or Hank ever again."

Connor swallowed thickly, his hands unconsciously reaching for your waist to hold you firmly. "I do not need to listen to you." He stated.

"I know." You replied. "But please do this for me, Connor. Just one last thing."

Taking Connor's silence as the to-go, you pushed his face down to yours and captured his lips with yours.

He didn't respond to it, staying still and unmoving. "Please, Connor." You whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his again.

This time he responded, pulling your body close to his and wrapping his arms securely around your frame. His lips moved in sync with yours, slightly sucking before involving his tongue.

Your tongues intertwined, your hands running down his cloth chest to help him remember how he felt last night, how he acted, how human it was.

Suddenly as if Connor came to his senses, he pulled back and quickly released your body. His LED blinked a burgundy hue rapidly while he placed a hand over his mouth.

"Ms. (L/n)." He said your name with an authoritative tone. "Enough of your games."

Angrily you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled. "Fine." A shaky breath left your lips, your arms hugging your frame securely.

"Chose to stay with me or choose to leave. If you leave, I'll consider you a threat to the rebellion, and I will make sure to be the one that takes your life. I'd rather it be me than some bullsh*t worker at Cyberlife."

╳┇BECOME A DEVIANT

△┇REMAIN A MACHINE

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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

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[youreternallover]

Kira Everhart

Kira Everhart is my Heart Fragment MC / OC. Down below is the information I’ve written down about them, though it’s unorganised because it was all just general information. I’ll write detailed information at a later date, this is just basic things. Appearance will be added later. Some of it may have poor grammar but that’s because I simply did not check it before hand, I’ll be updating this or making new posts when I add new information. This was done more as a stress relief since this original character is one of my current favourites. Praise my friend for convincing me to post this.

Up front is the basic information I’ve been writing down along the way. Eventually I’ll make this look neat but as of right now I’m just into dumping.

They’re Panromantic Demisexual, Demigirl who goes by They/She.

They enjoy Music and are interested in it, started a hobby of playing a guitar and writing tiny songs which they used to sing for their music classes, though while growing up they got embarrassed of it and slowly stopped, she still enjoys it but doesn’t engage in it as much anymore.

They enjoy Art and are interested in it, started as a hobby but they're slowly working their way up into making a job out of it since they decided that playing the guitar would be a hobby rather than something to pursue. Perhaps in the future she’ll do both at once, they don’t know yet.

They enjoy reading and have a small collection of various books going.

Originally they had purple-brown(puce colour) hair but started dyeing only the ends of it a peachy pink colour for a slight ombré effect a year ago before everything happened. Mostly dyed it for fun and out of the blue, just to have a slight difference, to have some sort of brightness in her life aside from her friends. Now they're letting it fade.

Originally paired with Kay, ship name was Mending Heart, but then I couldn’t help myself and Clive is added onto the list. Pairing with Kay or Clive has the same ship name, Mending heart, although maybe later I’ll add a difference cause I can’t think of anything for Clive and Kira atm. Which I pick and write or draw will be dependant on mood.

They did get bullied for sometime when they were younger, but it didn’t very last long when her friends noticed. Though it still caused damage, it’s one of the reasons they find difficulty making new friends.

Developed a small crush on Shannon when they were younger but eventually pushed those thoughts away and moved on, knowing and pondering that Shannon was most likely not going to be interested in a person like her, romantically at least. Mostly thought that due to growing up with not many queer figures around, even if there was a few she felt hesitant. Hence it took them ages to accept their identity and sexuality.

Originally she was upset when they found out that their father, Gray, treated Kay like his own kid more than her, but in the end they were glad he looked out and cared for Kay.

Wears a rose gold tinted ring on their thumb to mess around with mostly when stressed, it helps them focus and they find it pretty.

Has a matching bracelet with Shannon, although they don’t wear it they keep it in a little box in their room.

Has a small star and moon charm attached to their phone case.

They don’t have a stable music taste, it all depends on their mood. Most commonly listens to Heart Fragment though. The band got them through many hard times.

They never really looked for love, they always thought that looking for love was pointless and that they’d rather let it happen naturally than seek it out.

They stand at 5’8 and often wear platformed boots just for the fun of it, and to be taller.

For the longest time, they genuinely believed that Grey hated them or perhaps wished he didn’t have a kid. It started when she first was taken in by Grey, and that feeling stayed throughout the years even if it didn’t seem that bad now that she thought about it. During current times, their relationship with their father is much better and she started calling him ‘dad’ again.

Absolutely despises coconut water or coconut flavoured things. Will die on the inside when given anything coconut but to not hurt someone’s feelings they will try their best to eat or drink it.

Once during a thunderstorm, they ran to their friends house because they weren’t doing well even when told not to. Kira was soaked head to toe but she made it there and made sure her friend was fine.

They felt awful choosing who gets to live and which die. All three of the men deserve to live a life. Who is she to decide which one gets to live? It’s unfair. They try their best to save everyone.

#🌔 eclipse’s original characters #heart fragment #mc #original character #oc

[sweetwildsyle]

Oops it’s a Drabble

it’s also short

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A twinge was all it took. It flickered at their coccyx, and the pain spread through their spine as a cruel awakening.

Dark flinched, their muscles seizing to prevent movement that they knew would make the ordeal worse. Focused, shallow breaths were steady and controlled to prevent agitating their ribs. The blankets felt too hot and scratching through their pajamas as sweat formed at their hairline, and their hair was growing from the stress. Flare-ups occurred indiscriminately and — frustratingly — frequently. Too often was Dark’s world full of stifling clouds that scratched at their skin and closed their throat and fire ants that scrambled across their body. This instance was an acid made to gradually corrode, trickling its rivulet along their spine to defy gravity as they remained on their side.

Until reprieve arrived: their husband’s sleeping form shifted in the bed until shuffling to be pressed against them. Arms that were always a sanctuary coddled them and gently jostled them into an embrace before Wilford snuffled directly against the back of Dark’s neck, sending brief trembles through their form from the odd feeling. The irate nerve endings soothed under Wil’s touch, muscles unwinding to leave them to breathe shakily but without pain. After their husband’s arms pulled them even closer, guilt seeded in their stomach to ferment a different kind of pain.

Their voice came quietly, “Did I wake you?” as they carefully grasped at his hands.

“Few other things, but yes,” grumbled Wil, voice dry with gravel, and he turned his head to give two, short coughs. His head flopped against the pillow again, and his jaw sounded near-silent pops as he gave a massive yawn. “How long this time?”

“Only eleven days,” Dark whispered before beginning to move to sit up. Their husband let his arms fall away, brown eyes watching the slow process of Dark’s becoming upright. He turned his head towards the pillow to press farther into it, only one eye visible and blinking slowly with a grogginess he struggled to shake. His eye then met both of his spouse’s. “You look tired still.”

“Bad dreams.”

“Was it him?”

Wilford wavered. The pause made Dark inhale a slow gasp before swallowing thickly, grey hands gripping at the plush blanket in fistfuls. Their aura crackled with anger: defensive and protective and causing Wilford to flutter his eyes as the comforting static attempted to swallow him. He welcomed it — them, truly. From the under the covers, Wil moved to creep closer, hands soon on either side of Dark’s waist while keeping his head low enough to look up.

“You need to keep calm, love,” he whispered, pushing his nose against their chin, “as much as I like feeling you in that way.”

Dark huffed and ran their hands through Wil’s greasy hair in due need of a shower. A bemused frown kept their lips in a straight line. “Angry?”

“Powerful. Around me. Otherly.” When Wilford had appeared lounging sideways with his head in their lap was impossible to say, but Dark’s hands readjusted seamlessly. “You don’t often indulge yourself in that field.”

“You know I handle thauma better than aura,” they scoffed.

“Same difference.”

“To you.”

“To me.”

“Tell me about the dream?”

Wilford met their eyes, irises so dark that they seemed to be a part of the pupils. His tongue peeked out to lick his lips briefly before he glanced away. “I… I don’t think it’s actually him anymore, Dark. I don’t think it’s been Mark for a long time.”

The hairs on Dark’s nape stood on end, goosebumps riddling their skin at the name. “Wil, what do you mean?”

His lips pursed together to be hidden behind the partially brown mustache. “I need to tell you the minute details of the times before our creations,” he whispered, “the party.”

#syles writing #darkiplier #wilford warfstache #darkstache #markiplier #markiplier egos #dark kawamura

[unohanaswetdream]

The Island of Viridian

summary- It had been a while since Kidd has gotten his hands dirty leaving him being constantly on the edge, so how do you fix it ? By having a picnic so he can get his hands dirty when eating !!

AO3

3.2k words

WARNINGS - swearing, sexual references & 18+ as it is written w mature audiences in mind

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The island of Viridian, the name deriving itself from how its perfect mix of emerald and soft blue waters reflect itself onto the large limestone cliff faces to create a viridian hue against them. Within the vibrant grassy gorges lays the small town of Viridian which may or may not be standing after the departure of the Kidd Pirates. But right now, the story is not concerned with that, instead the storyline settles with you and your time alone with Kidd.

The sea breeze wafted into your nose leaving you with a giddy smile, you had waited nearly over a month - since the last time you left land - to put into action the plan you devised with the help of Killer, a picnic !

However, was Kidd grumbling behind you while you walked with little skips integrated with your stride ? Yes. Did he secretly enjoy the bright look of joy on your face ? Also, yes.

While he always made a point to complain, you never let that effected your mood because you knew he was not the best at expressing himself in a vulnerable way so you learnt that with you it meant he was secretly enjoying it.

‘Would you stop that’, you scolded only making yourself look more adorable to Kidd, with your eyebrows all frowned and pouty lips.

‘Are we there yet ?’

‘Kidd we just started walking stop acting like a baby !’

‘But I am your baby’, you both froze at what Kidd said, you could tell with the fastening of his pace he was embarrassed, and you could just imagine the bright red face he had to match his eyes and hair.

Pretending you did not hear him to make himself feel better you continued on.

‘You’ve been all jittery and agitated since we last left land because you haven’t had time or the opportunity to torture or kill someone so I thought of a way to help alleviate some of the stress you might be feeling’, your eyes shining with excitement as you explained to Kidd what today’s trip meant.

‘Are you taking me to torture someone’, his eyes and voice matching your excitement.

‘Kidd no !’

‘Don’t tell me it is more than one person i get to torture ?’, his eyes glassed over with the thought of all the things he could do.

‘Wow torturing people is more important than spending time with your partner’, you grumbled  shoving the basket into Kidd’s right hand and pretending to be hurt so he could comfort you.

Kidd shove the basket to his metal hand so he could get closer to you to press a soft affection kiss to your cheeks, ‘babe you know I was just joking, it’s good to finally get away from those stinky pirates and have alone time with you’, his voice going quieter and quieter with each passing word due to his ever-growing shyness.

You were ever so proud of how far Kidd had come in this relationship, a month ago he would be too sheepish to share that information but now he was becoming more comfortable with you to express his emotions. Yeah, you had known him since he and Killer were kids but he can still surprise you now.

‘I’m a pirate too ! Does that mean I am stinky ?’, you asked with a grin.

‘Yeah, but you stink nice, why to you think I keep your underwear’, Kidd responded going back to his cocky smirky self. 

‘Oh my god, is that why they keep disappearing’, you let out a light airy laugh, smile lines appearing at the corners of your eyes.

At that moment Kidd’s insides turned into mush, hearing your laugh was like nothing he had ever heard before and even the same goes for your voice, it made you shine brighter than the sun, yet he could never look away and he felt as though you made him see the world in a way he didn’t before he had you or realised, he had you. The once grey palate of the world now shone with colours that never existed until you completely became his, the saturation of the world he now experienced with you because of you secretly made him feel like a blushing giggling schoolgirl.

‘Then stop wearing the colour red’, his voice dropping an octave at the lustful thought swimming around in his head.

‘Captain, take that back you know you’ll regret making me stop wearing your favourite colour’, you exclaimed while nudging him with your shoulder.

He stated firmly that he never regrets anything so to test that, you took off your red underwear and threw it over the cliff into the crashing waves below and it was safe to say he finally now had something to regret. Did he explicitly state that I regret it, sorry ? No but did he say i am going to have to send Wire to go search for it and get extra in case the same happens again ? Yes, it did not matter how he said it because at the end of the day you knew that’s what he meant. But he was amused nonetheless showing you a toothy grin that made you feel all fuzzy on the inside at the rare site.

‘I can’t believe you just made me do that’, pouting because you did not think this far ahead nor predict you would lose your underwear especially in this circumstance.

‘It is because you love me’, he gloated.

Love. neither of you had yet dared to utter those three words to each other, not because you didn’t but because it just did not feel right, what is the point of saying I love you when you did not mean it ? Yet, you felt a shiver go down your spine and your tummy coil with yearning.

‘Ha my arse you wish’.

‘Exactly, my arse’, he responded as his right hand went to give your butt a loud smack causing you to almost trip in surprise and glare back at his smug expression, his goggles casting a shadow over his eyes to shield you from the deep emotions that settled within them.

You kept journeying on, with Kidd occasionally grabbing you by your left arm and throwing you over his shoulder so you don’t get too enamoured by the water and fall of the cliffs edge and by too close it meant you being more than 10 meters away from the edge because you never know what might happen, maybe an earthquake that sends the cliff crumbling and smashes you into tiny pieces. In which you just rolled your eyes at his wild imagination.

‘There is a fault in your responds because didn’t you specially make me a belt that is interweaved with metal in case something happens to me, and you can drag me out of danger and to you ? Or do you not trust your abilities’.

‘Do not give me that attitude silly little one nor question my abilities and trustworthiness’, he responded while putting you and your victory face down.

‘But don’t get all proud and happy that you won this time’, he grumbled out while shoving the picnic basket into your hands.

You did not really know where you were going to situate yourself and Kidd to eat, you just kept petter pattering around until you found the ideal place and it paid off, you found some very old dark wooden possibly unstable stairs that led down to a cave entrance.

‘Are you going to kill me’, amusement making itself home in Kidd’s tone.

‘If I was, I would’ve done it while on top of you and accidentally squeeze my hand too hard, plus isn’t it too suspicious if I only took you and came back to the Victorian Punk alone’, you explained, like you had experience in taking people into caves to kill them.

Even without a devil fruit you were able to rival the power of the Supernova which often surprised new recruits when you had to round up Kidd when he got out of hand often without the assistance of Killer, hence the reason Kidd let you in his crew because even as a child he saw your potential and agency for freedom. And maybe because of the connection you had with Doruyanaika, a girl you’d always view as a hero for being the first person to beat up both Killer and Kidd.

The creaky old mahogany stairs led not only into the cave but through different passages of the cave were it sat above the water, the soft sounds of waves crashing emanating within the walls of the cavern. The cave was unlike anything you had seen before, there were vines with plum-coloured leaves wrapped around the rails of the stairs, the water was not like any normal water, instead it was lit up with speckles of cerulean coloured bioluminescent which almost mimicked the colour of a clear sky, delicate pink lily pads cruising along the surface with fish making ripples in the water. Calcite hung off the walls, shimmering almost the same hue as the water due to the light reflecting off the surface encouraging the cerulean colour to bounce off of the clear crystals lighting up the cave in the same way a lantern would.

Your eyes sparkled bright with excitement as you turn to Kid, ‘isn’t this the most beautiful thing you have ever seen’, you voice echoing off the cave walls.

With his usual disinterested tone he replied, ‘not really’.

You pushed your hair back in annoyance, ‘seriously ?’.

‘Yeah, I wake up with you by my side everyday babe’.

You were shocked that, that came out of his mouth, you almost turned into melted butter so slippery and messy no one would be able to put you back together. Your cheeks feeling like they were on overdrive about to burst into flames.

‘HA, I won. See I told you not to act all proud and happy that you won the last argument’, his deep, purple-coloured lips pulling up in a grin you wanted to wipe off.

‘Wow is this relationship really just one upping another ?’, you questioned as you crossed your arms ready to sulk.

His tone became soft, well for Kidd standards, ’love, I know we pull each other’s legs a lot’, his hand going to gently crease your face.

‘But I really meant it, having you by my side has meant everything, especially when you’re powerful, goddamn you’re hot when you fight me’, growling the last part of his sentence.

‘Kidddddd’, you whined as you turn to softly place a kiss on his hand that was brushing your face.

‘What ?’, his gruff voice making its comeback.

You look down at your feet feeling an overwhelming sense of shyness, something relatively new to you, ‘when you act like a big soft bear you make me feel like my hearts gonna explode’.

‘You are as strong as me and you’re gonna let something like that kill you and do not ever refer to me as that horrendous name again.’

‘I’m gonna say that in front of the crew my big soft bear’.

‘You wouldn’t dare’, his voice getting dangerously low and if you weren’t well, you, you’d see it as threatening.

‘OH, I wou-‘, you unfortunately were not able to continue as before you knew it Kidd’s flesh hand had made it to your side to tickle you and throw you over his shoulder, but not before he took the basket out of your hand with his metal one.

‘Another point to you’, you grumbled against his fur covered back earning yourself a deep chuckle from Kidd along with another slap on your arse.

Kidd had noticed sunlight coming in from the other side of the cave in which you both decided it was a good idea to follow to see if you could possibly find a beach to eat on that was not just huge cliffs.

At the opening of the cave, Kidd abruptly stopped along with his breathing which you almost missed, ‘wow’, his voice breathy in awe.

‘What, what is it ?’, manoeuvring  your body to try and get off him.

‘Patience love and buckle up, you’re gonna love this’, Kidd’s grip tightening on you.

Finally, he stepped out into the light causing your eyes to flutter shut due to the intensity. However, once your eye’s adjusted Kidd was right you were absolutely in love with this view, the sand was reminiscent of charcoal and the limestone all around you had marbling of black, white and grey in its stone.  The colour of the water ever so vibrant and opaque compared to the more translucent waters at the dock due to the black underlay that harboured itself at the current beach you were on.

Eventually Kidd dropped you down back onto your feet to find yourselves a place to settle on the beach.

Unrolling the red throw blanket that you made for Kidd’s birthday that had smoke like embroidered swirls of a deep wine that reminded you of his lips and black onto the sandy floor. Once seated you took all the food out to perfectly arrange the colourful dishes and foods in a way to avoid the colours from clashing with each other, otherwise it would make you uneasy when eating.

Kidd always noticed how you arranged your food specifically when eating out with the crew, even though some people may have viewed it as unnecessary he held it close to his heart because to him it illustrated that you cared, you looked after everyone when you didn’t have to, you considered his crew, his family as an extension of yours. You accepted him, he did not know why he was surprised at this despite knowing you since you both were children, but it knocked the air out of his lungs and his eyes unable to focus on anything but your gorgeous face he has always held dearly and closely to himself. The small things you did for him affected him in ways he never showed, and he hated that he acted that way, he hated that maybe you did not feel his love due to his constant emotional constipation, that maybe you thought you were not doing enough for him. But god, you were better than he ever deserved and he was willing to spend every day every night working on himself to finally be the man you deserved and more.

You heard a soft call of your name, one that you almost missed, ‘Kidd?’, you replied reaching out to place your hand on one of his legs.

Showing you one of his rare smiles, he grabbed your hand that rested on his leg to bring it up to his lip so he could brush them across your knuckles, ‘thank you for today, I really mean it and I hope it shows but if it doesn’t please tell me I want this to work, I don’t think I could live with myself if I found out my actions made you feel lonely and isolated, I don’t want us to lose our relationship let alone our many years of friendship because of me being a cunt’.

Shifting yourself so you could nestle into Kidd’s lap, you turned to him your eyes full of love and admiration ‘Kidd I know you’re emotionally constipated it is fine, I understand after all, we are childhood friends I have learnt to read what your silly little moods and comments really mean’.

You rested your head against his chest and sealed your sentence with a kiss on his scarred chest. He did not respond however with his metal hand he pulled your head tight against his chest, the coldness sending shivers down your spine while his other hand found  its way into your hair.  With the light thudding of Kidd’s heart along with the harsh crashes of the waves it slowly lulled you away from reality into the depths of your mind, your eyes flickering shut.

You never thought you could bag this big grumpy brute, a crush that would become nothing more than a mere dream you believed. You had watched him leave taverns with a hand in his while you did the same ignoring the ache in your heart. You watched him boast about his conquests and how quick he could make them cum causing you to look down at your feet. Yet, you never noticed the jealousy in his tone when he asked about people you slept with or the sneer when he said he could do you better than them.

You brushed off his flirting and chalked it up to him just making fun of you.

Kid brushed off your flirting and chalked it up to being one of the only men around you.

Yet you both had been blinded to how the other would watch the other as they left with a partner for the night. How their stares would linger on the hickeys that decorated the others body. How one of you would stay longer than needed on top of the other to catch your breath after fighting in order to relish the feeling of your bodies being so close together. Or how both of you seemed happier in the others presence.

Now within a few months of being together you were seen as the Worst Generation’s power couple.

A sudden urge flooded through you causing you to open your eyes and shift positions to straddle him. Your eyes met his with fiery hot passion, your lips leaning up to his and his down to yours to meet in the middle, your hand going to cup the back of his head. The kiss was filled with emotions that none of you believed were ready to confront, his lips leaving you with the after taste of salt reminding you that you were still on the beach. Your hand slipped under the strap of his goggles to take them making you pull back and giggle as you tightened the way too big goggles to fit your head. Kidd watched you with an expression that is so familiar yet foreign as he laid down on the throw to admire the view of your beautiful smiling face wearing HIS goggles.

Now with the goggles gone you could see his eyes more clearly than ever. Everything felt like it was crashing into you as you had the realisation that now you were finally able to understand how you felt for Kidd and how he felt for you, you never knew something of this magnitude would occur like this all at once like a tidal wave. Yet, it was comforting, not overwhelming because for the first time in forever you felt complete, free and content because at the end of the day he was your home and you were his.

You lent down taking a deep breath in, your lips barely brushing his, your voice scarcely above a whisper, your nerves going into overdrive, ‘I love you’. Your sweet velvety voice sent shivers down Kidd’s spine, his heart racing like he just did Killers weights at your confession, with the biggest dopiest grin he captured your lips one final time before nipping your earlobe and huskily whispering an I love you too baby.

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have i read all of op ?? No !! but I'm i obsessed with Kidd and have the only fanfics I've read the past few weeks been him ?? maybe i just thought maybe we need a more cutie patootie fanfics of Kidd bc I reckon babygirl is definitely a softy esp when it comes to someone he cares about

and as always have an awesome saucesome day/night and feedback is strongly encouraged（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～

#fluff #eustass kid #eustass kidd #eustass x reader #kidd x reader #friends to lovers #one piece x reader #eustass captain kid #kidd pirates #established couple #eustass kid x reader #anime #manga #gender neutral pronouns #one piece

[greyeyedmonster-18]

I hope you have a less stressful evening Dr Grey! For the ask game, could you do Jily with fixing their hair for them? I know you don’t usually write Jily actually, so if you’re not in the mood, any pairing with James will be great!

thank you kind anon. just for you I'll write a jily.

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Lily ran her elbow along her forehead for the millionth time, taking care not to get potting soil across her face. Elbow deep in manure and she had chosen a bad day to wear her hair down. The heat and moisture in the greenhouse weren't helping any, curls getting wilder and bigger the longer the period went on. She had a hair tie in her bag, she was certain, the one on her wrist no longer accessible due to the shit she was holding.

"For fucks sake," she muttered, sighing roughly as she brushed another red curl out of her eyes, trying to just focus on the task at hand. Another five minutes and she was going to give up and excuse herself.

"Can I help?" James asked from beside her, holding a hair band in her view, his own hands clean.

"It's fine, you don't have to, I'll just...ask Professor Sprout to--"

"Don't be silly, Evans. My mother taught me how to braid," James said simply, standing behind Lily and gathering the hair at the front of her head, untangling it from around her ears. She could feel his calloused fingertips running along her scalp and if she wasn't in the middle of a greenhouse, in the middle of class, where other seventh years were already staring at them--The Head Boy and Girl who had Finally Gotten Their Shit Together-- she was certain she would have moaned. She would've tilted her head back and kissed him on his jawline, and again on his mouth. Maybe on the dimple on the side of his face if she was feeling generous.

"Where'd you get the hairband?" she asked

"Nicked it from Sirius," he said easily, "he always has an extra just in case he grows more hair between the morning and the afternoon and needs to double up."

"Black with more hair seems like a terrifying thought," she mused, letting James continue braiding her hair down her back until she felt him secure the bottom with an elastic. She turned her head, "I could kiss you, James Potter."

"Make it up to me later."

#asks #grey answers #romantic gestures #jily

[thecatslug]

*Lets Flesh-Out Strahd: Part 1

This is kinda a small way to start out this maybe series I’ll do, but we’re kicking things off Strahd’s Hair.

As a child (who was in the military from AGE SEVEN) he was not allowed to have long hair. Long hair leads to hair getting snagged in helmets, on chain mail, getting unevenly chopped off in battle. It’s a mess, and Barovians are nothing if not brutally practical. Barov likely never let Strahd grow out his hair, and the future vampire lord didn’t dare do so until towards the end of Barov’s life, when Barovia was either nearing freedom or fully free.

In my game, I’ve given Strahd a spicy traumatic memory of Barov ripping his hair out and making him cut the rest when Strahd came home to visit, and Barov found he’d been growing it out. Which is totally optional, but I personally love emotionally abusing this NPC!

Now we come to the other spicy part of this hair post, which is the white streaks!!! I only started using this with my most recent (and current) Ravenloft campaign, and it’s all thanks to the various amazing DMs and artists on Tumblr who sparked the idea of some greying insecurities. Gushing aside, I’ve established (in my game) that Strahd’s hair started going white in streaks at a relatively younger age of ~28 to 30 due to hereditary components and sheer stress because his life sucks. I like the idea that I, Strahd poses of him being extremely insecure about it when he was younger, and trying to dye it. However I’ve since had him somewhat grow out of that phase in my game, since our Strahd is on a weird therapeutic ish journey of getting mildly healthier (and because 5 psych students in a dnd game turn it into NPC therapy).

Strahd forces himself back into bad headspace traumatic past vibes during times of war, where he’ll chop down his hair and burn the ends back to slow down the vampiric regrowth. He’s Barovian, after all. And Barovians are nothing if not fanatically practical and somewhat emotionally masochistic.

(*Oh look, the disclaimer again: blah blah this is all according to how I personally run Strahd. Thought I’d share because headcanons make the DM world go round. Feel free to steal, disagree, etc! I’ve got this written in my DM notes already so might as well share with the world!)

#Lets Traumatize Strahd #Little things make NPCs Great #curse of strahd #ravenloft #dnd #strahd von zarovich #strahd #dungeons and dungeons #dnd npc #dungeon master #NPC Analysis #LFOS

[kaitaiga]

‘Twas having a bit of a chat today when I realised I’ve never actually introduced my two other ocs! Since I’m always so focused on Damien + I haven’t fully fleshed them out yet. They’re both part of Damien’s 2nd Regiment Commando unit and should have more appearances soon (like in an upcoming fic *wink wink*)! so here is Captain Lachlan ‘Lachy’ Jones and Sergeant Daniel Greenhill!

Their profile summary is under the cut, though keep in mind it is subject to change.

Captain Lachlan ‘Lachy’ Jones

2nd Commando Regiment Captain

~36 to 40 years old, born in Perth.

Status: Alive

6'4 (194cm)

Appearance: Scar on his right cheek as well as on his left neck. Large tattoo on the right side of the neck (to be added). Brown, greying hair as well as blue eyes. 5 o'clock shadow. Likes to wear his cap with a pair of sunglasses behind his ears backwards.

Will soon retire from 2CDO and transfer to reserves (1CDO) where he will serve in WAPOL's Tactical Response Group (TRG)

Has two children and an ex-wife. Things didn't work out due to not being able to sacrifice time for one another, so they mutually agreed to end the marriage. He wants to rekindle things after leaving 2CDO. Loves his children more than anything.

Personality-wise, he is a bit of a grump. That's just due to him wanting things to go smoothly in addition to a lot of stress running a whole commando unit. He can let loose though when in downtime. Since he isn't able to see his children a whole lot, you'll often see him take younger commando recruits under his wing like they're his own.

Sergeant Daniel 'Danny' Greenhill

2nd Commando Regiment Combat Medic

28 years old, born in Sydney.

Status: KIA. Tried to patch up Damien after he got shot in an ambush, but unfortunately was sniped before Lachlan was able to take him down. (...for now i think i like him too much to kill)

5'10 (178cm)

Appearance: Brown hair and brown eyes. Prescription glasses, black frames. Mole just above the front of his right eyebrow. Some sort of tattoo on his back/arm (again, will be added later).

Did have a fiancée. Were together for about 8/9 years.

Damien's best friend. Known each other since grade two. Watched each other grow up, and barely left each other's side since. He is also the one who introduced Damien to Jackson Wyatt.

His personality is similar to Damien's honestly. Chill guy who can joke around but is way more ambitious than Damo, hence why he jumped at the opportunity to join the ADF as well as earn his degree in medicine. In saying this though, he does take his job very seriously and is very proud of what he can and has accomplished.

Well, I reckon that's all for now! I hope you look forward to seeing them again soon!

#Also! if ur wondering why Jackson Wyatt isn't part of this unit #its because he was part of 1CDO which is the reserves commando unit #where as 2CDO is full time #obvs he isn't my OC but just for future reference #damien whitlock #lachlan jones #daniel greenhill #my oc #cod oc #call of duty oc #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare oc #australian oc #my art #call of duty #mwii

[samflynn89]

Sam Flynn Bio

General Information:

Name: Sam Flynn

Nickname: Sammy or Kiddo (Usually only by Alan, his dad or his grandparents)

Age: 27

Date of Birth: July 18, 1983

Sexuality: Aroace

Appearance:

Height: 6’2”

Hair: Sandy brown, short cropped, and messy when he’s not working. When at ENCOM - or a work event - it’s styled slightly, only because he has PR people who fuss over his appearance. Often sticks up because of hair gel, and from him frequently running his hands through it. If he lets it grow out long enough, it will curl slightly, a remnant of the childhood curls he used to sport.

Skin: Light dusting of freckles along his cheeks.

Distinguishing marks: Various scars from past reckless behavior, usually thin/small enough that they blend in. Standout scars include: the cut left on his shoulder by Rinzler in the disc wars arena and a jagged scar that runs the length of his left thigh from the time he fell off his bike and sliced it open on debris in the road. His hands are usually nicked with tiny cuts from working on his motorcycle and there’s oil under his fingernails that he's hardly ever able to fully get out.

Eyes: Blue, people always said he shared that with his dad. Sam likes to think he looks closer to his mom in this regard.

Clothing: Black, grey, dark green, anything that doesn’t draw attention. Sam prefers the simplicity of a t-shirt and jeans. He often sports a leather jacket with Adidas tennis shoes.

Personality

Temperament: Impulsive. Sam often struggles to think before he acts. He’s driven by his emotions, which can be tumultuous and overwhelming at times. Due to his history with loss and abandonment, he tends to be more of an introvert. He prefers the company of his dog to that of other people. He can be charming when he needs to be, though he prefers to avoid encounters where being sociable is required.

Moral/Ethical Beliefs: Sam idolizes his father, even into adulthood, and it’s his father’s morals that have shaped Sam’s views. Sam is a firm believer that knowledge and tech (especially ENCOM tech) should be something easily accessible. Though he profits from ENCOM’s successes, he would rather give their tech away for free than keep it behind a paywall.

Hobbies: Working on his bike – Sam enjoys the feeling of putting something back together, he likes being able to look back on his work at the end of the day and see it in a better state than when he started. This mindset has also followed him into the kitchen, where Sam has found a love for cooking. After particularly stressful days, you’d find him working on the Ducati or assembling a complex dish for dinner. When he needs to give his brain a break, he reads, usually something tech or mechanic related. Sam also has a love for the ocean, or any body of water, where he can listen to the water lap against the shore and be reminded of a childhood spent skipping stones with his dad or taking walks along the shoreline with his grandparents.

Habits: Picks at the skin around his fingernails to the point that they will bleed, biting at the inside of his cheek when he’s anxious until he can feel the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. While he doesn’t drink to the point of intoxication, Sam does reach for a beer when he’s feeling overwhelmed, or anxious, telling himself he only drinks enough to take the edge off.

Likes: Alan, Marv, Quorra, riding his bike, causing general mischief and mayhem.

Dislikes: Suits, ties, corporate America, most of the ENCOM board.

Fears: Losing the last bit of his family.

Strengths: Excels at any sort of parkour or height based stunts, he has no fear of heights or of injuring himself. He’s an expert motorcyclist. He’s smart and quick on his feet when he needs to be. What he lacks in brute strength, he makes up for in agility and instinct.

Weaknesses: Analytical thinking, he’s an act before he thinks type of person. He also tends to push people away when they get to close, a defense mechanism meant to protect himself from further grief, but which only leaves him further isolated.

Short Term Goals: Take back his father’s company, rebuild his dad’s bike, help Quorra adjust to life outside of the grid.

Long Term Goals: Rebuild the grid.

Hopes and Desires: He hasn’t told anyone, not even Quorra, because he thinks admitting it out loud will make him face the impossibility of it, but he’s rebuilding the grid in hopes of bringing his dad back. He desires the comfort of familiarity and safety, something he hasn’t had since his childhood.

Occupation: ENCOM CEO, merely in title though. While he has technically taken back the company, he lacks any business acumen to lead it. He acts as a figurehead for the time being, which he hates, and is seeking a way around.

Gear

Always has: Ducati keys, chip that the grid is stored on, a picture of Marv that he keeps in his wallet and a key to Alan’s house.

Sometimes has: His motorcycle helmet, gloves and a bracelet that Quorra made for him out of scrap metal from the garage.

[rove-bogge]

Sexuality, Attraction and why this school will be the death of him

Part 1: How Rove sees himself Rove does not think he is attractive in any means. Course, thick, dull dirty-blonde hair that sticks up in odd shapes. His skin is rather pale with greyish tones which dry out in stress and his eyes are just dull grey. This is not even getting to his birthmarks which has caused him grief throughout his life. This isn't helped by the fact Rove dosn't put much effort in his appearance or take much care of himself bar the bare minium. He oftend wears baggy clothes most of them being hand downs from his brother as his family tended to not find need to buy Rove new clothes bar the odd artitcal when Reda had clothes he no longer wore. Rove started readjusting these to fit them and as a way to annoying most of his family he used thick thread and large sloppy stitches similar to his birthmarks as a sgniture statement look. He dresses sloppily and normally with some of his bugs with him it makes him hard to approach in a romantic maner for many who think of him as dirty. This is before attitude is even a factor. Part 2: His Sexuality Growing up Rove never fond himself glancing at girls. None of them met the beauty of his beloved Dollface. Unlike bugs he found girls tended to make themselves up with clothing and make up in a way that just felt fake to him. He seen many girls flirt and fluster at his brother and it just bored him. Men however... he wasn't sure why but an attractive guy had him nerveous and floundering his words. Maybe it was due to the movies and games always putting attractive men as the main character or how media seemed to put more care into writing men when women were just that window dressing to a power fantasy but it was his early teens when he realised that he was gay. While he was already bitter on people it was through observation he noticed the charm of one of his class mates. He hated how his chest tightened and the confused feelings that brewed espically with who the causation of this was. But reality was a cold reminder as his views of his own apperance was shared by everyone around him. "You are just a bug under my shoe Bogge...." Part 3: Why the school is the death of him Lets be real if you were an extremely insecure gay man and were surrounded by famous actors, princes, rich sons and people with impecible luck in the gene pool to come out looking ready to go on a magazine cover you would feel extremely intimidated too. Sometimes Rove wonders if the universe likes seeing him uncomfterble. There are many attractive students in this school and a few of them like to rile him up or get in his personal space. He wonders if he will survive his third year. The only saving grace is that he has a resonable voice in his head. Reminding him that he is unattractive and so unlikeable that no one would try courting him.

"You are just a bug...."

#ooc #meta post #12 days late lol my brain couldn't focus

[huverican]

Nightmares (Steven Strange x Reader)

A/N: I hope you guys like this:) it’s 4am rn and I have school tomorrow but Lordy I am determined to finish this hahaha. Anyways, enjoy♥️

Summary: Stephen has been extremely distant & (y/n) finally lets out how she’s feeling and asks why he’s been acting weird. Stephen refuses to tell her and she walks out. Day later, Stephen finally fesses up and tells her he’s been having horrible nightmares, and he’s been spending all of his time trying to figure out what they mean. Stressing out if something bad was going to happen and becoming oblivious to how (Y/n) was feeling. (Angst but the end is better!)

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“So it’s not going to work then?” You shouted, your eyes puffy with tears down your cheeks.

“I don’t know!” Stephen said throwing his hands up.

“I just don’t know!” He repeated, resting his elbows on the kitchen counter as he ran his hands threw his hair.

“So that’s it? Thanks for the clear response. Not like it’s needed to determine our relationship or anything.”You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“See? It’s shit like this that drives me crazy! I don’t always know (Y/n)! Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t always know every outcome? You’re not giving me time! You don’t understand!” He shouted back standing up straight. His eyes looked at you with nothing but anger, the bags under them were darker than usual from the extra stress, and the grey streak in his hair was starting to grow. You looked stressed too, tired from nights like this, following him downstairs after he’d woken up from bed.

“I have given you time! But you’ve been acting so fucking weird around me Stephen! It’s like I’m barley even acknowledged! Do you know how that makes me feel? I feel like I’m just here to be fucked by my husband and that’s it! There hasn’t been a solid, real conversation between us in a month! Wong even said something!” You started to cry again, breaking down more than you already were. If that were possible. The only reason this argument turned so south, was due to you finally snapping at him. Talking with emotions instead of reason and of course, Stephen wasn’t not going to bite back.

He had been stressed as well, not to your surprise either, you knew he was going through issues too. Tossing and turning in your shared bed every night, waking up late and sitting in the kitchen drinking tea. Contemplating why he had been dreaming about destruction and chaos, it was like that every night. Why he had these nightmarish dreams? He had no idea, and it was making him go crazy. At first he thought it was just some weird ongoing story he had when he went to bed, a normal dream-thing or whatever. But as it began getting more detailed, more graphic, he started questioning how fake it could be. The sanctum deteriorating, New York destroyed, and worst of all, a funeral, your funeral. It would go in this order; your funeral, New York breaking, and then The Sanctum being the last thing standing in NY. The dream was so clear it started to get inside his head when he was awake.

He started to read books in the Sanctum that taught the meaning behind dreams. Studying anything that helped him understand what was happening. Looking at every protection spell known to man, even if they were dark magic, just to see his possibilities. Every night when he woke up, he’d reach over to his nightstand and open up his journal. He would write anything and everything down so he could look into it later that morning. But when you started to wake up at night with him gone, finding him downstairs pacing in the kitchen. That’s when you started to question his weird, new habits.

He slowly started to ignore your reading dates you two would often collaborate into your days. You would ask him to and he’d say something like ‘Sorry Hun, work is too much right now. Soon though.’ And with that he would increasingly grow distant from you. The first time you knew him avoiding you was purposeful, was when you had asked him if he’d wanted to join you on your trip to the bookstore. He instantly said he and Wong would be occupied all day with an important mission of some sorts, but little did he know earlier that day Wong told you he had the day off. You just told him you would go alone, in which you did.

It hurt you to see him act like this towards you, but you were unsure what was causing his attitude. So, you would ask him and he would simply brush it off with ‘Darling, I’ve just been busy. I’m fine. Don’t waste your time asking me when everything is alright.’ So you tried to hold it in, act like it didn’t bother you. Because it was nothing, right?

“You don’t think I want us back too? I’m hurting just the same as you are!” He rubbed his hands on his face and sighed.

“I just have been dealing with so much and if I told you, you- you wouldn’t believe me.” He started to tear up when he pulled his hands away. He looked up at the ceiling to prevent them from falling and he exhaled a shaky breath.

“Stephen, I’m your partner, and I’ve seen you do magic that’s so weird that whatever it is you’re dealing with I would believe because I’ve already seen the craziest possible. That’s the shittiest excuse I’ve heard.” You scoffed, wiping your tears with your sweater sleeve.

“But this hasn’t happened, (Y/n)! This isn’t something that you can just- just see! I can’t just show you! I can only see it and you’d think I’m crazy!” This time he slammed his hands down on the kitchen counter making you jump.

“Oh so you’re scared of me now too? What you think I’m crazy AND abusive? Have all you’ve been married to is a monster? You really think I’d hit you now?“ He screamed, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

“Where is this coming from Stephen? When have I EVER thought you were crazy? Why do you assume I’m going to look at you a different way if you tell me something? After everything, when have I acted different after a I witness a spell or hear about your missions? When Stephen?!” You spread your arms out wide, indicating you had no recollection of you judging him in any sort. He calmed down, relaxing his figure a bit, and looked back up at you. His eyes looked like he was confused, with what? Himself? He looked more broken than you’ve seen him in a long time.

“I’m sorry. I can’t have you getting hurt and you distract me too much. I need to get what I’m doing done so we can go back to normal. The only way to finish what I’ve started is to give me space.”

“If you just told me then I would’ve given you space immediately. But you kept me questioning, only initiating something between us when you were acting like a horny bastard! Not even a ‘good morning’ after I’d let you use me the night before! Is that all I am to you now? Your fucking plaything? Because whatever you saw in me when we first fell in love, obviously isn’t there anymore.” You grabbed your phone and turned around towards the Sanctum’s doors.

“(Y/n) please no thats not at all-“ He ran over to you, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m going to give you your space now, Stephen.” You shrugged his hand off and walked out the door, slamming it behind you.

Stephen dropped to his knees, his mouth wide open, stunned with heartbreak. He looked down at his hands and put his forehead on the floor. His tears started to fall on the hardwood panels as he lay there rethinking everything the passed month. Thinking about every time you brought him warm tea and dark chocolate, and he’d wave it off saying ‘thank you’ and, ‘just set it on the table’. Or every time you bought new threads for your clothes, asking him which colors you should use to embroider a cute design. He’d stay looking at his book and reply with ‘Any color will work’

For the next thirty minutes he sobbed on the Sanctum’s floor, until Wong had come downstairs confused why Stephen had been crying in the middle of the night. He kneeled next to Stephen on the floor, trying to bring Stephen to his feet but he wouldn’t budge.

“Stephen, tell me what’s going on. Where is (Y/n).” His voice stayed calm like always, but in reality he was internally screaming. He immediately thought about you and where you were because- well- you’re Stephen’s wife, you should be here comforting him. Unless you didn’t want to, which made him worry even more.

You and Wong were friends, great ones at that, due to the fact all three of you were always seeing each other. Wong enjoyed your embroidery, he liked to ask you what you’d come up with that week when he saw you. You two had gotten close (in a friendly way of course) and Stephen was overjoyed when Wong first bonded with you. The first time you met Wong, Stephen remembered hearing noise from the library, and he walked in to see you and Wong, holding your stomachs laughing like little kids.

“Wong, stop! I’m crying!!” You said, grabbing a chair’s arm next to you for support.

Stephen walked into the library confused that you two were talking to one another, he had only gone to the bathroom for just a minute.

You two had just started becoming a ‘thing’ and he asked you to come tour the Sanctum. Of course, you wandered into the library and found Wong, organizing books. Soon enough, you two chatted up a storm.

“Erm, did I interrupt something?” He asked looking at the both of you.

“I’m sorry Stephen, I- I was telling this lovely miss about the time I walked in on you showering trying to rap the lyrics to an Eminem song!” Wong said with both of his hands on his knees from wheezing so hard.

“Oh my- Wong! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to scare her away? That was supposed to stay between us!” He glared at Wong, crossing his arms like a little kid, which made the whole thing even more hilarious to you.

“Stephen please it’s- it’s so funny trying to imagine you-“ You couldn’t even talk with out laughing in between words. Stephen embarrassed as ever, smiled and walked over, kissing you on the forehead.

“Well at least I know you’ll still like me when my rap career takes off. Don’t pretend like you don’t sing in the shower either.” He said rolling his eyes, laughing with the two of you.

___ ___ ___

“I don’t need him anyway.” You muttered as you kicked a can across the sidewalk. You’d just left the Sanctum, not even considering to pack a bag. You’d buy a charger, some clothes, and ask your friend if you could stay at her place until you ordered a hotel. Besides, you wanted to be distracted by company before you secluded yourself in a room alone with your thoughts.

You wiped your tears with your now damp sweater sleeve and pulled your phone out. Contacting your only friend you could tell anything, one that wouldn’t go behind your back and spill your secrets to the world like your last best friend. You dialed her number and the line rang for a moment until you heard silence.

“….Nat? Are you there?” You sniffled, trying the best you could to talk without a shaky voice. Which you failed miserably, your voice cracked clear enough for her to hear.

“..(Y/n)? Are you alright? It’s like 4am, what’s wrong?” You could tell you woke her up because her voice sounded raspy, she must’ve been asleep when you called her.

“I’m really sorry to wake you up. It’s just- Stephen and I had a pretty rough argument and I left the Santum. I’m sure you know where this is going, you can say no of course it’s so last minute-“

“Do you need clothes? What did you pack? You’re coming to my place tonight. Don’t feel bad either.” You smiled and started to cry a little more. Letting your emotions take the best of you again. Why did you have such a good friend?

“Thank you, Nat. I- I didn’t grab anything but my phone. I literally left thirty ish minutes ago. I don’t even have my keys… and I don’t wanna-“ you paused considering going back, forgetting this all happened and going back to your bed. But if you did the situation would still be the same, nothing would change.

“-wanna to go back and get them.”

“That’s fine, I can come pick you up. How far are you from the nearest Pharmacy?” She asked.

“Not far at all, there’s a CVS right around the corner. I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Get what you need, use my card so Stephen doesn’t see you withdraw cash from your shared account. Just pick out what you need and wait for me to get there, I’ll pay for everything. They should be open, they’re open 24/7.”

“Thank you so much, Nat. You’re good to me, I love you.” You choked back a sob trying not to get too more emotional. But she definitely heard it anyways.

“Hey, it’s okay we can talk about everything when we get to my house. I love you too. And please dear God, don’t thank me, knowing you’re able to come to me makes me glad I can be there for you. I’m about to leave, see you soon.”

“See you soon.” With that she hung up and you walked towards CVS.

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Nat found you in the dental area. A basket in your hand filled with simple necessities like a toothbrush, toothpaste, a hairbrush, and a few more toiletries. The last thing you needed was dental floss when she had walked over to you. You two had hugged it out in the middle of the practically empty store. It being so early in the morning gave you two a little privacy since no one other than you two, and a worker in the checkout area, were there.

After checking out your things, you two drove to her apartment. The ride there you told her everything, or at least what you could fit into a twenty minute car ride. Even she was dumbfounded, out of any man. She never expected Stephen to be the one to do this. You two were like peas-in-a-pod, he loved you with his whole heart. She knew that there was just no way it was some other girl, he must’ve been seriously going through something major worth hiding. Stephen told you everything though, sometimes you would even brag to Nat about how close of a bond you two had. From what she knew he was like an open book to (Y/n). Not that she knew any of their secrets.

When you two arrived at Natasha’s apartment, Nat prepared breakfast since you both weren’t sleeping anytime soon. You unloaded your supplies from CVS in her bathroom and borrowed some of Nat’s clothes to use for later (with permission of course) since you were still wearing what you’d slept in.

You two ate good & talked until 7:00 AM when she had to go to a meeting.

“You’re welcome to use anything. Make yourself at home, a bath and some warm tea might clear your mind.” With that she gave you a hug and left.

Eventually, you did what she suggested and started a bath and prepared hot tea. Once the tea was done and the bathtub was full, you played some music from your phone and stepped into the tub. You set your tea on the ground next to the tub and laid your head back. Resting your tired body in the warm water, this was exactly what you needed after the past night. Everything was going perfect, that was until you choked on your tea when you heard the sound of a message ding from your phone.

You dried your hands off with the folded towel you laid on the ground for when you would get out. Grabbing your phone, your anxiety sprung, knowing it could only be from your husband.

(1) Message From: Hun<3: Please tell me where you are, I didn’t mean for this to happen. At all. I’m stupid but I can’t lose you, let me explain.

Just seeing the message made you want to sob all over again. You felt so used and you didn’t want to continue to feel that. But he was your husband, working things out was something you always did. Then again, getting neglected from your husband didn’t usually happen. So, was it weak to text back? Mature? Or was it better to pretend like you didn’t see it?

You decided to wait on a response and put your phone back down, pressing the music again. Playing relaxing tunes to help you get into the moment once more.

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“Has she texted back?” Wong asked.

“No. Why would she? I’ve been horrible. Why don’t you give me The Worst Husband of The Month Award already.” Stephen said muffled by the sound of his face stuffed in a couch cushion. He laid on a couch in the library that night, refusing to sleep upstairs in his bed. Wong, being the good friend he is slept on the other couch, but also so he could see if maybe (Y/n) would walk through the doors.

When Stephen finally choked back his tears the night prior, telling Wong everything. The reason why he wasn’t as affectionate to (Y/n), and what had happened before she left. Wong was heartbroken too, because that was his friend Stephen had hurt. His friend that Stephen had been a complete asshole to. So of course, he was angry but he still comforted his other friend too. Who obviously made a mistake and needed someone to calm him down.

“I would give you it if I had one. All that you can do now though is wait. You know she’s safe, or else your spell would’ve alerted you by now. So be positive about the fact that she’s at least okay.” Wong said sitting upright on his couch across from Stephen’s.

Yes, Stephen had put a tiny, very small, spell on you. Which you had known about, and agreed to. So that if you were ever in danger, Stephen would know and be alerted of your location. Which you were glad to have because, as a girl in New York, you had to be cautious.

“I am happy she’s physically okay. But I hurt her, I just want to see her. Tell her I’m sorry and make it up to her. This waiting game is killing me.” He sighed, this time turning himself around and laying stomach first.

“Well, she might need this time. Maybe she didn’t just leave for you, Stephen. She probably needed to get away from this mess.”

“…do you think she’ll come back?” Stephen looked at Wong and it was very obvious he had not slept, or been okay in the slightest. His eyelids were a puffy-red from crying all night and his hair was rugged and unkept.

“Yes. Whether she wants to or not, her things are here. She will be coming back whether it’s for you or her belongings.” Wong stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

“I’m going to make tea. Would you like any?”

“Tea would be nice, thank you, Wong.” Stephen smiled a little and Wong nodded back, leaving Stephen alone.

Stephen couldn’t do anything without thinking of you, his patience was usually never a problem. But every time his phone dinged and it was the news and not you, he grew annoyed.

He swiped to your messages and started typing out another sappy text.

- I love you. I’m sorry, I know that isn’t enough and I’ll make it up to you. Let me see you so I can tell you everything.

He was about to push send when Wong came back with tea.

“Stop texting her, you already said what you needed to say. Let her be, give her time, Stephen.”

Maybe he’d text you later.

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Natasha came back around 12 in the afternoon and found you passed out on the couch. Which, to be fair she didn’t blame you since you both didn’t sleep. So Natasha walked to her room to do the same.

By the time you had woken up it was 4PM and for a moment you forgot about everything that happened. Until your memory came flooding back.

“Good morning.” You heard a voice behind you and turned around to see Natasha holding two cups of water.

“I was actually just about to set one down for you when you woke up.” She said as she set the water on the table in front of you. Taking a seat on the couch across from you.

“Oh, thank you. My throat is really dry so I appreciate it.” You smiled and started to sip the water down.

“Did he text you at all?” You set your water down and pulled your phone out to show her his text.

“I’m surprised that’s it. What are you planning on saying?” She asked, handing your phone back to you.

“I’m not sure. I know if I go back and anything goes South Wong can help me pack my things. But I really want to hear what he has to say.” Natasha looked away, staring off in the distance.

“I just don’t feel like he had the wrong intentions, (Y/n). I’m not at all defending him, what he did was pretty messed up. But, this just doesn’t make sense, does it? I don’t completely know, but Stephen has always been so good to you. It just feels.. weird.” You nodded, she was right. He treated you like a queen, you were his pride and joy. He always wanted to be with you, any time he left for a mission he’d come back saying how horrible he felt without you. He would cook for you, clean for you, heck he’d even do the laundry and he was not good at it. But if you were busy and asked him to do it there was no hesitation.

“Do you think I should go over there?” You asked Nat and she sat there for a moment looking at the water on the table. She sighed for a moment and looked back up at you.

“Yeah, if anything goes south Wong is there and I can drop you off. If you want I can wait in a parking lot close by if you need me to pick you up to leave.”

“I’ll be okay, Wong should be there. Would you be okay dropping me off though? And I’m sorry we bought so much at CVS just for me to leave. I can pay you back-“

“What did I say about the apologizing? Gosh your so polite stop it. ” She cut you off, laughing and waving away your apology. She knew how bad you felt whenever you were dependent on others so she tried to make you feel better. Besides, you were her best friend, it was okay to need a favor here and there.

“Seriously I don’t mind! Plus, you can keep everything here so next time you want to hangout you don’t have to pack as much.” She stood up from her seat and stretched a bit.

“Okay, let’s head there now and get this settled, does that sound good?” You looked up at her and smiled a bit, whatever would happen you knew you had her. You knew she would be here for you through thick and thin. And you cherished that.

“Yea, let’s go.”

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The ride there went by slow, your anxiety made you feel like time was longer than ever. The ride didn’t consist of much talking, mostly you just lost in your own thoughts. Because to be honest, you had no idea what was going to happen. What were you even supposed to say? How was this going to go down?

“We’re here.” Nat said, snapping you out of your thoughts as she put her car in park.

You took a deep breathe in and turned back to Natasha. You felt nothing but anxious, your palms were sweaty and you could feel a lump in your throat. Nat was observant, more than most, so when you felt like this. She immediately placed her hand on top of yours.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Whatever happens, just update me later. I’ll always have your back no matter what, so don’t think you need to handle this on your own if it’s gets messy.” Your shoulders loosened just from her words, the tenseness in your body was much less intense than it was seconds ago. You reached over and wrapped your arms around her and she did the same.

“Thank you for being there for me. You know I’m here if anything happens and you need someone super cool to come to your rescue.” You joked, pulling away from her and opening up the car door.

“Always, and- if I need someone cool shouldn’t I not call you?” She laughed and you pretended to be offended. Rolling your eyes you shut the door, blew her a kiss, and walked towards the Sanctum.

You opened the doors, expecting Stephen to be at the top of the stairs displayed in the front of the room (creepily always being there when people walk in.) But, to your surprise, he wasn’t.

“Stephen?” You yelled, the Sanctum was spacious and of course, Stephen was probably not going to hear you unless you shouted a little. But you didn’t get a response, instead you started checking rooms. Eventually coming to the library, you opened the door and saw who you were looking for. On a simple plush couch, sprawled out with his arm dangling off the side, phone in hand.

“Stephen?” He was definitely asleep. You walked over to him, taking his phone from his hand so it wouldn’t fall on the ground. You went to set it on the table, though you couldn’t help but look at the screen. Unlocked, it was on your contact, he had a whole paragraph typed out. Never sent to you though, no typos from what you glanced at either. Which meant he must’ve taken lots of time, or used Siri due to his shaky hands. Being even more snoopy, you started to read the message, start to finish.

- I don’t know when you’re coming home. But please do it soon. I miss you. I miss your touch, your voice, your smile, I miss how excited you’d get to read with me. I’m sorry, for how I treated you this month. I didn’t notice how much I was hurting you, and now that I do I will make it my priority to never let myself do it again. I never lost what I saw you when I first fell in love with you. Never, I still see you the same way I did when I first fell in love with you. I’m sorry I made you feel otherwise, I should’ve been clear with you. Instead I only gave you attention when I was craving you and God I am so sorry I made you feel used. I was so occupied with trying to

It cut off there. You smiled and shut the phone off, setting it on the table next to the couch. You decided to try and lay down with Stephen, making as much room for yourself as you could. Once you became comfortable you faced Stephen, who was still passed out. You put a hand on his cheek, tracing his face and his sharp cheekbones, then his jawline. He was always handsome, even before you two had gotten together. You always thought his symmetric facial structure was more than attractive. You smiled at him, almost as if when he woke up you weren’t going to be mad. Which was not going to happen, you were going to be putting your serious face on, you needed some answers. But for now you wanted to enjoy this peace for a moment.

The moment didn’t last for long because seconds later Stephen’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at you, rubbing his eyes, then looking at you again. He was in shock, out of everything he really didn’t expect this to be the outcome. Was he still dreaming?

“(Y/n)…” You instantly we’re pulled into his chest, an arm wrapped around your waist pressing you closer to him. While the other was on the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

“I missed you. So much.” He whispered in shaky breaths. You could feel his heartbeat in his chest going faster than normal. His clothes smelt like the lavender scented wash you used for laundry which made you smile in his chest. You lifted your head up to look at him, trying to look as intimidating as you could without smiling.

“Stephen. I want answers. Please.” You looked at his eyes and could tell he had been crying. The puffiness in his eyelids and the the red irritation. He did not look well and it’d been less than twenty four hours since you’d left. That had to mean he cared a little, right? He pressed his forehead against yours and exhaled a deep breath.

“Of course. Just- let me grab something.” You nodded and he got up, crawling over you so you didn’t have you move out of his way. He paused when he was moving over you, looking down at you for a moment. You could tell there was hesitation in his eyes and he looked like he was considering something.

“Can I.. kiss you?” He put a hand on your cheek and leaned his body down onto yours. Now, as much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head no.

“After you tell me everything then we can figure us out.” He frowned and nodded, understanding what you meant. He got up and walked out, going to grab whatever he needed to go get. Which didn’t take long because a few minutes later, Stephen walked in with his journal in his hands. He walked back over and sat next to you.

“Please don’t think I’m crazy. This is my journal, you’ve seen it on my nightstand right?” His hands were shaking as he held the book in front of you, you nodded, seeing the journal many times before but never really assuming it was anything more than something full of To Do Lists.

“Well I-“ He started to choke up, as much as you wanted to be mad you didn’t like your husband looking like he was about to go into full sob-mode. You put your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks and making breathing motions with your mouth. He followed in suit and breathed in deeply, calming himself down a little.

“I don’t know I- this month I started getting these weird dreams I don’t know why- I don’t know what they mean. But it’s the same thing every night and it’s just destruction. The Sanctum destroyed, New York Destroyed, and you-“ He cut himself off before he exhaled deeply.

“And you are always dead in my nightmare. It’s freaking me out and I’ve been trying my best to figure out what it means. I’ve been reading books and protection spells, I don’t know why I keep getting that dream but I-“ Tears started to fall from his eyes, getting on your hands that were still cupping his face.

“I’m- for the first time in awhile- I’m scared (Y/n). I’m scared of having something happen to you, to this city, heck to the world. And I’ve been so caught up in this dream I’m not even paying attention to what’s reality. And I’m so sorry.” He choked, crying a bit more now. You wiped his tears away and scooted onto his lap so you could wrap yourself around him. He relaxed into your touch and wrapped his arms around you.

“Stephen.” You said, whispering in his ear, still wrapped around him. His head was tucked in your shoulder with his hand on the back of your head, keeping you secure in his arms.

“This might sound wrong but, the world is a lot of pressure to have on your shoulders, My Love. But you’re not the only hero, and I get the dreams are probably so disturbing, but every thing is okay right now, no signs of upcoming destruction. So don’t push me away while I’m still here washing your laundry.” You joked and you could feel him smile in your shoulder. He lifted his head back up to face yours again.

“Talk to Wong about this too, ask for any help. He’s not as strong as you but I can assure you he has been in this field much longer. He probably knows some ways to prevent issues like this. And, if we notice anything weird happening, then we will start to form some sort of plan. But right now, the dreams are just dreams. We can’t sit and worry about them, they are not real, Stephen.” You said smiling back at him. Truth is, you weren’t sure how to comfort him in this sort of situation, it really was hard to prevent if nothing has happened. So you hoped what you said provided some sort of help.

“Thank you Darling, I’m sorry. It was dumb, really really dumb of me to push you away like that. I know I should’ve just said something, if anything changes I’ll let you know this time. I just was so worried and I didn’t want to put that stress on you. But I guess I made it worse than it needed to be.” He sighed and hugged you tighter.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel used, I was so obsessed I didn’t put you first and you probably felt horrible that the only time I talked to you was when I wanted to touch you. I don’t have an excuse for that, it was selfish. Everything- and I mean everything, you do for me, I appreciate so much. The cute reading dates, the tea you make me, the embroidery you make for me, doing the laundry because we know I suck at it.” He mumbled the last part, making you giggle a bit. He wasn’t wrong, the laundry was always different colors at the end if he did it.

“….The list goes on (Y/n), and I will not overlook you like that again. I promise I won’t be so oblivious towards you, I’m sorry, again.” He started to let the last bit of his tears flow, and you wiped the last of them off his face.

“I forgive you. But only if I can show Wong the video of you drunk-singing.” You and Stephen laughed and he rolled his eyes, grinning ear to ear.

“Wow! Well, if that’s what you want, deal. May I kiss you now?”

“Yes, you may.” You smiled, pressing your lips against his.

#doctor strange x reader #doctor strange imagine #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange #x reader #mcu #sorcerer supreme #stephen strange x reader #fypツ

[bubbledumbbinch]

Hi, there! I'm new here! Can I get the dorm leaders' (including Jamil's) reaction to their fem! s/o who suddenly passes out due to stress and when she wakes up, she tearfully confesses that she was traumatized by their Overblots. What can they do to comfort her? Fluff/angst combo. Please and thanks!

Yes yes! I will only be including the people who have overblotted so far so no Ignihyde or Diasomnia yet!

I also am sorry I just didn’t want to make s/o faint in all scenarios? I did in most tho!! Sorry >< I hope this is okay!!

Also also, sorry I haven’t posted in SO long!! I just came back from 2 vacations including a week long trip to Disney world!!

Warnings: angst, spoilers for everyone’s chapters I guess?

Riddle Rosehearts

In the following weeks of Riddle’s overblot, he was working to try to be a better leader to Heartslabyul. However, old habits don’t die very easily. You saw Riddle’s wrath once again when he scolded some students who had gotten into a fight and had promptly used his unique magic.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!” His voice resounded off the walls and the harshness of his voice brought awful flashbacks into your mind. Then, everything went black.

When you wake, Riddle is over your body, his large grey eyes were scanning over you panicked. When he asked what happened, you broke down and told him that you remembered his overblot and fainted.

Riddle’s guilt would skyrocket. He never intended to hurt so many people including one of his closest friends Trey and especially not you. Even after a few weeks he didn’t realize it would weigh so much on so many others.

Riddle would turn red from shame while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. As he starts to chant “I’m sorry”s over and over, he starts to sob shakily, also making you start to release the tears that were in your eyes.

Riddle takes care of you personally - brings you to bed, attempts to cooks for you, studies with you, anything he can do to gain your trust back.

“I- I’ll be better. A better person. For you, for everybody in Heartslabyul, for me.” Riddle was hiccuping from crying. You kissed Riddle’s cheek and stroked it, trying to wipe his tears from his face. “I know, Riddle. I can see you trying every day and you’re getting better and better.” It was true. You personally saw him interacting with students and knew his relationship with everyone was improving. With time, things will get a lot easier to process emotions and the feelings from that eventful day.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona’s practice session for Magift wasn’t going as planned. You noticed he was getting angrier and angrier with his poor plays while sitting on the sidelines.

When he finally had enough he grabbed the disc and turned it into sand, growling in anger. He shouted at his teammates and physically threatened them.

You felt your heart stop as your boyfriend continued to scream. The last thing you saw before falling was Epel’s shocked face as you hit the ground.

When you woke up, the team members were all circled around you, only to be scared away by Leona’s growling.

When you admitted you had PTSD from his overblot, he looked away in shame. The beastman didn’t say much - it’s not like he COULD say anything. He knew he was wrong at that moment but he was only frustrated at the game.

Leona tries to spend more time with you by pulling you into his arms when he naps. He mumbles softly about being sorry and telling you he loves you. You know that it’s a lot for him to even do that, so it means a lot to you.

As Leona held you in his arms, you couldn’t help but tighten your arm’s grip on his. “My little herbivore… I’m sorry..” It was a whisper. Almost quiet enough to the point of you not hearing it. Soon after, the soft rise and fall of his chest indicated he was asleep. Leona’s pride was high. He never expressed his feelings through words - but feeling his arms embrace you protectively, you knew how sorry he was and how regretful he was to make you feel so upset.

Azul Ashengrotto

It had been a few months since you’d seen Azul overblot. You figured everything had gone back to normal - you were dating steadily, which was going well, and Azul treated you well.

One day though, he lost his control. Under his own stress and when his business affairs weren’t going as well as planned, he blew up and you heard him scream at someone from the outside the VIP room - all too familiar to the yelling he did when he overblotted.

You felt stuck - your feet were planted outside of his office and your nerves got the better of your motor functions. You knew you loved Azul but that moment when you saw his insecurities and too much power getting a hold of him, you were truly scared. You barely remember registering any memories as things started to fade.

“Shrimpy wake up!!” You were suddenly being shaken about, earning a gasp from you. Azul sighed next to Floyd and Jade. He asked you what had happened - he found you outside his office in a daze.

Once you truthfully told him about your memories of his overblot his expression fell. Azul was emotional and his feelings of rejection would flare up. You would need to tell him you still love him because something in him will tell him you don’t.

Azul spoils you a bit and makes sure you are not present or in the area, working in the lounge only when he isn’t dealing with complicated contracts.

Azul is also happy you weren’t traumatized due to the fact you saw his octopus form - he was very worried about that possibility.

“Angelfish, tell me, what is it you want? Anything, I’ll give it to you, please just forgive me…” Azul tearfully grasped your hands in his, glasses fogging up. It was seldom at times you saw Azul break his smile. “A-Azul, you can’t just give me something to make me forget. I need to process this and I wouldn’t be surprised if other people need to, as well. Just… be there for me.” You spoke, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as your hand cupped his face. Azul freely let his tears run down his face. “Of course, angelfish. I promise.”

Jamil Viper

You were simply looking over at the view of the desert sand from the common room of Scarabia. It wasn’t long after Jamil’s overblot.

Things have changed in the dynamic of the dorm - him and Kalim were closer now that suppressed feelings could be free, Jamil gained the trust back from most if not all the members, and you both started dating.

The more you stared into the distance, the more it reminded you of that fateful day. Visions of the dark red stormy sky invaded your thoughts while you swore you could hear Jamil’s sinister laughter growing louder and louder.

Memories being hurled from the dorm to the cold desert sand invaded your senses as you fell to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, you flinched back when you saw Jamil so close to you, making his eyes look hurt. Jamil would surround you with soft pillows and a silk sheet he must have borrowed from Kalim.

Once he finally pries your feelings out of you after you don’t want to tell him the truth, Jamil looks pained. He didn’t want to hurt you.

Jamil would give you time to think, knowing how much alone time is valued. Whether you want him to give you space or spend time with him is up to you.

“I’m, I’m sorry, y/n…” his eyes dropped to look at the floor, ashamed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think about our relationship, if that’s what you want.” The weight he added to the bed was lifted as the raven haired boy started to walk away. “No, Jamil, please stay with me.” Your voice seemed to shock him. He turned and looked at you, surprised. “I like you for you. I know you were having a hard time, and it was scary for you too. We can get stronger together! So please… don’t leave me.” You pleaded, cursing your voice for sounding weaker than you intended. Jamil’s brown eyes softened and a smile, a genuine one at that, made its way to his face.

Vil Schoenheit

Surprise surprise, Vil was checking the internet search results to see who the most beautiful one of all was. Vil had recently shot a movie and the trailer had come out an hour prior.

When the phone had still said the name he dreaded, he threw his phone down in frustration, making you flinch. He didn’t even know you were in the vicinity, you were in the hallway looking into his room as his back faced you in his room.

When you spoke his name softly, he replied callously in his response, making you freeze. His demeanor was mean to say the least, his eyes looked tired and he just looked angry.

It reminded you all too much of his overblot, which happened a few weeks back. You slowly backed into a wall and started to whimper.

Vil would realize his errors quickly and come running to your aid. He coos and strokes your hair, telling you he was sorry for lashing out. When you tell him it reminded you of his overblot, guilt racks through him.

Vil hugs you tightly and apologizes over and over. He would definitely be one to spend an entire day devoted to spoiling you, taking you to your favorite restaurant, giving you personalized facials, and shopping with you.

Vil knows this won’t resolve the issue, but he’s going to let you know how much you mean to him and how sorry he is, over time.

Vil looked over your shaking form with trembling hands. His soft, slender hands came to grasp your own. “Y/N, Y/N please answer me..!” You could only look away. “Vil, it reminded me of your… your overblot! I’m sorry…” your tears flowed freely now, staining your cheeks. You always thought you looked ugly when you cried so this only felt like salt in the wound. When Vil looked at you now, his eyes were looking into yours, deeper into you than what you physically offered. “I… that must have been scary for you, Y/N. I’m truly, so sorry. You had to see an ugly side of me that I never want to come out again.”

#twst x reader #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #twst x you #overblot #twst dorm leaders

[aki-mochi]

Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

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