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vnmpior · 1 year

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LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader

summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac

note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^

tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names

i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut

not proofread

"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.

"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.

there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.

"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."

"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.

"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."

he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.

"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.

you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.

then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.

the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.

there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.

the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.

you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.

you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.

"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.

"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.

"pink stuff?" he asked

"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."

"and how are you feeling right now?"

you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.

"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.

even if you desperately wished you were.

"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.

"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.

you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.

not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?

"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."

"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.

he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"

"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.

"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."

"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"

he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.

"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.

his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.

you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.

he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.

"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."

you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.

"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.

he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.

every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.

"leon, m' gonna-"

his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.

you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.

but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.

your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.

"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.

"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"

you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.

just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.

"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.

"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.

you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.

"you ready, princess?"

"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.

"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.

"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.

"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.

"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.

no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.

he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.

he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.

thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.

"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.

not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.

"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.

"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.

you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.

"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.

"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.

"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.

slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.

he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.

"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.

as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.

"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.

"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"

"isn't it a bit late for that?"

"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.

"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."

"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."

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taintedtort · 11 months

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prompt ✧ reader with a drained social battery

characters ✧ itto, scaramouche, kazuha, xiao

warnings ✧ gn!reader , none!

a/n ✧ this has been in my drafts for MONTHS. finally posting cus i haven’t written in a week..

ITTO

✧ doesn’t understand the concept of ‘low social battery’ , and since you weren’t in the mood to explain it to him, you’d have to cut the visit short and go home to sit in peace for a while.

“you’re going? where?” you felt awful after seeing the frown replace his happy smile he wore seconds earlier.

“i’m tired, im gonna go home, but i’ll see you tomorrow if you want.” you cringed slightly at the way his face fell even further. he reached forward and took your hand in his.

“aw man, but we were just getting started!” he pouted. a look of slight shock took over your features. just getting started? god, you’re already completely drained right now!

“i’m sorry, we can finish up tomorrow?” your tone was questioning, unsure if you should just stick it out to save his feelings, or go home to your private sanctuary. you had to admit, the latter sounded much more appealing.

a sigh left his lips before he lazily nodded, “okay, that’s fine.” he smiled once more before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“i hope you feel better.”

SCARAMOUCHE

✧ completely understands, he hates unwanted company too. will take you to his private office away from the crowd of people and let you sit, alone or with him, he’ll let you decide.

“what?” you heard scaramouche ask, annoyance lacing his voice. you glanced over and plastered on a fake smile, “nothing, just tired i guess.”

you attempted to shrug it off, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and tugged you off into his office. you were a bit shocked, but mostly confused.

“stay in here, i can tell you’re uncomfortable,” he grunted, gesturing his head to his office chair, silently telling you to take a seat. you obliged and plopped down with a long sigh.

“you wanted to get out of there too, didn’t you?” you questioned, a small smile playing on your lips. when he simply replied with a curt nod, you let the room fall silent as you closed your eyes, attempting to gain some energy back. when you opened your eyes to glance at him, he was staring at you. a smile twitched onto your lips.

“thank you.”

KAZUHA

✧ he partly understands how you feel, but being on a boat, there isn’t a lot of quiet places to hide. he can easily recharge by sitting and simply staring at the ocean, peacefully listening to the bustle of people. but he knows that doesn’t work for you, so he tries to help the best he can.

“are you alright, love?” he quietly asked in your ear. your head snapped up as you halted your heads that were picking at your nails. you flashed him an uncomfortable smile before shrugging.

he gently took your hand in his and lead you to the storage unit inside the ship. it wasn’t completely quiet, you could hear people walking above you and the waves of the sea below your feet, but it was better than up there. you sat down on a crate with a grunt, relaxing your body. he stared down at you with a loving smile, pure adoration in his eyes.

“should i go so you can be alone for a little?” he gently asked. you raised your face to look him in the eye before shaking your head.

“no, please stay.”

XIAO

✧ understands better than anyone. you don’t even have to ask before he’s sweeping you off your feet and teleporting to a private place where you two can be alone.

“come here.” xiao gently tugged on your hand, pulling you towards him. you made a quiet noise of shock before making contact with his chest. his arms wrapped around you before a wave of warmth engulfed you and a flash of green and black invaded your vision.

you felt two taps on your cheek before your eyes opened, which you didn’t even remember closing. you looked around, taking in the scene of a beautiful spring right in front of you. the sound of the water and the trees moving from the gentle breeze made you break out into a smile.

you felt his arms loosen around your waist, letting you slip away and explore the new area. you took a seat on a rock near the water, looking around at the peaceful sanctuary. xiao stood behind you, watching you take everything in, your eyes full of wonder.

“is this okay?” he mumbled. you turned your body to him with a wide smile. blush covered his cheeks at the adorable sight.

“it’s perfect, thank you so much.”

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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ok i put a longer post abt tim's Emotional State in drafts for when my brain is less melted but re: tim and going to college im just gonna get a lil silly with it. hear me out.

i have this whole vague story in my mind for tim's college days moonlighting as red robin as he tries and figures out what he wants out of life. (it's a while after rr leaves off and all because he's like. Super Depressed for a hot minute and then has to drag himself through actually bothering to get his GED and applying to college, etc., but eventually lucius is like hey. you're great with gadgets, and you clearly love tinkering. i'd hire you for r&d in a heartbeat but you need at the least a bachelor's of engineering. i know you have a lot of the technical skills, but you need a degree. so tim goes ugh fine i'll get a goddamn engineering degree how hard can it possibly be.)

anyways. i think it's a universal experience that if you go to college and you hang with the STEM crowd, you will unfortunately get to know at least one Fucking Guy. it's like brentwood arc; tim does make friends, but there is just this One Fucking Guy he cannot stand and will never stand. this Fucking Guy is in the common room playing his guitar at midnight. he's drunk and yelling and laughing really loud when people have exams coming up. he's convinced everyone adores him. there's also a detective/supernatural plot going on. the subplot is just that tim hates This Fucking Guy.

at some point, there's a story beat where he as red robin has to rescue That Fucking Guy from a real dicey situation, and That Fucking Guy is really shaken and grateful to him, and he's like okay. maybe. maybe we are making progress. but then the next time he encounters This Fucking Guy as tim drake, the guy is just like. "ohhhh hey drake you missed it last night, it was AWESOME!!! i had to save red robin from a KILLER ROBOT. he's pretty cool though i guess. i bet you wish you could be more like him huh??" and tim is just. I Will Not Grind My Teeth About This. I Will Not. his life is a fucking joke. he dismantles the toaster oven in the common room kitchen to cope. it's definitely to cope and not just so that That Fucking Guy won't be able to heat up his pop tarts in the morning.

at another point, This Fucking Guy looks at street mode, lowkey, unremarkable Normal Car-looking redbird and goes, aw, dude, i thought your dad is loaded?? he only got you a generic-ass sedan?? that sucks lol, if you want we can take my car down to the game instead. and tim is just Say One More Fucking Word About My Baby I Dare You I Fucking Dare You One More Fucking Word.

(also i like to toy with the idea of this being a university in metropolis - he's out of gotham, but not too far. keeps him from getting antsy about what if he's needed because he can get right back over there. and in the meantime, he can hang out with kon and kara a lot, and occasionally enable and be enabled by lois lane and her snooping habits. there's another subplot in which tim and lois get up to shenanigans. at least once.)

it's sort of an introspective thing of him trying to come to terms with the way he no longer wants a fully normal life the way he always used to assume he would - he has the option to walk away from the cape now, like he always thought he would one day, but he just can't give it up anymore. he's fallen into the same black hole he watched dick and bruce dive headlong into. it's also about him finding joy in tinkering and working with his hands and getting to spend more time as tim drake first and foremost. and it's about him venting to kon about That Fucking Guy while they have a lil picnic on the green while kon loses his absolute shit laughing. all against the backdrop of a little mystery or something. <3

OH and also, most importantly. zoanne wilkins is there and laughing at him for assuming college would be easy. and kon gets her into wendy the werewolf stalker. My City Now.

#rimi talks #rambles #tim #like.... do u see the vision. there are emotions underneath here #but right now i have a migraine so its silly time first and foremost. Tim Hates That Fucking Guy #we've all known a Fucking Guy right? im pretty sure its a universal experience.#the stories i could tell about the Fucking Guy i knew. man.

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himbocoups · 1 year

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˗ˋˏ multitasking ˎˊ˗ | 18+ Only

synopsis: multitasking only saves time when it's done right.

pairing: mingyu x reader (gn)

genre: smut

tags: college party, mention of drunk people, extremely conceited mingyu | big! dick! mingyu!, choking, crying, c*m eating, degradation, dirty talk, facesitting, handjob, mirror sex, oral (m receiving), pet names

wc: 1.1k

beta reader reviews: "i can't believe cocky gyu gave me butterflies in my pussy im so mad" - @bitchlessdino // "gonna have to take some deep breaths after that god damn" - @heartkyeom // "do you think if u put it in oatmeal it would taste good" - @onlyhuis // "...this fic made me clench the shit out of void and emptiness" - @multi-kpop-fanfics

message from nu: happy mingyu day!! this fic x concept has been sitting in my drafts for months now. what better day to release it than today? - nu ♡

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The sound of a plastic ping-pong ball bouncing click, clack, clonk against the wooden floorboards, and a couple of groans from the living room downstairs escape through the tiny aperture underneath the closed bedroom door. Still, the liveliness of the party downstairs, the rhythmic thumping of the EDM song playing from the speaker, and the screams and shouts of drunk college students envelope his bedroom door like a protective barrier - a natural sound-proofer for the noise coming from inside the bedroom.

“Fuck you look so good today,” he grunts from above you.

Even now, in this bedroom, everything in the world arrives in your ears in a muffled manner - muted, with little substance left to decipher.

Kim Mingyu, who is a little too conventionally handsome for his own good, sits above your face. Thick muscular thighs crush both sides of your head as he leans his upper half over your naked body, planting himself firmly against his mattress, and pushing himself deeper into your mouth.

“So, so good,” he moans into the open.

An automatic reply attempts to escape your mouth as your hands fling onto his knees for support, “Thunfk yth.” But he peels your sweaty hands off his knees, plucking them between his thumb and pointer finger, and plops them to the side despite your feeble response.

Tongue swirls around his round and smooth tip, licking a long stripe down his shaft. You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his veins against your tongue, the minuscule grooves created from veins underneath the soft epidermis, and the salty-musky taste mixed with your saliva. You swallow his taste like the sweet lukewarm soda in a red plastic cup to cut any bit of bitterness that coats your mouth and throat.

He doesn’t care about you. You know he doesn’t care about you. You’re just a random stranger at a party who is remotely good enough to even be considered a candidate for Mingyu.

Now, even when you’re sucking his dick from below him, he’s not staring at you. Instead, he stares at his naked torso reflected in the mirror, flexing his biceps - watching them contract and relax - and smiling at how handsome he looks tonight.

To him, you’re more or less an afterthought. There is nothing in this bedroom that intrigues him more than himself. And when he finally sees you between his thick and glistening thighs, he can only think of one thing to say: “Take me in deeper and I’ll let you be seen near me when we go back downstairs.”

Incomprehensible is the thought of how you can take him even further down your throat; you somehow open your mouth wider and dig the back of your head further into the mattress. But it’s huge. It’s fucking huge. From the base of his cock to his ego, Kim Mingyu is fucking massive in every aspect of his body. And he assails your throat from above, pushing in, pulling out, angling in, and angling out.

The fact that you’re gagging against his cock, struggling under his touch actually annoys him severely. He knows that he is Kim Mingyu. And if anything, you’re the one who should be trying to accommodate him. If it weren’t for the fact that he could see the shape of his organ outlined against the inside of your throat, he would already be out the door. And seeing himself move inside your throat only fuels his ego and makes him hornier than ever.

Purring, he takes time to trace his right finger pointer along the outline of his cock, mumbling about how gorgeous he looks. Lauding his size, he only stops when he feels the pressure against his fingertip. The way his lips stretch thin, eyes open widely, and pearly whites show is diabolical. And he has to stop himself from orgasming when he realizes he can feel his cock through your stretched throat and on the pad of his fingertip. Because the only thing Mingyu loves more than sex is himself.

This new discovery causes him to twitch in your throat. And moaning in response, your throat vibrates around his cock like an electronic toy. This chain reaction leads him to grab onto your throat, covering his embossed outline. To him, it feels like he’s holding himself in the shower - the warmth and silkiness of your inside like the hot water that cascades over his Adonis. Brazen with the ache between his thighs, he takes matters into his own hands, rubbing and pumping himself along your throat.

Deep and open moans protrude from him like a beautiful low vibrato note on a double bass. Thighs feeling weak from his arousal, he sits on your face to ease his trembling thighs. The newfound action feels so good that his entire body tightens like a coil ready to spring. High building with each calculated yet languid stroke along your vibrating throat, Mingyu’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath hitches and staggers.

Salty tears roll down your face, and the feeling of him getting himself off via your throat causes you to scream and tremble as you convulse without his touch. You’re trying your best to accommodate his size and the fact that he is currently facesitting and using your throat to masturbate. Yet your climax comes out of nowhere, forcing him out of your mouth while you finish as you get off on the fact that you’re being used as his toy. He seems to pay you no mind as he quickly pumps himself over your body, hissing as he spills his milky honey over your chest - pumping himself empty while using his other hand to massage his balls.

Purposely, he taps his throbbing and dripping organ against your forehead as if to tell you he isn’t finished with you. But he isn’t a complete asshole. He sees how you’re struggling to recover, so he lets go of his balls so that he can dip his thumb into the pool on your chest and offer his nectar to your lips. And you suck the salty liquid off his thumb, taking his digit in your mouth and swirling your tongue as if you are searching for sustenance to satiate your thirst.

He plucks his thumb from your wet lips when he feels like it, gloating at how loudly you whine for him. Vainglorious as he is, he knows a single gesture, the twirling of his pointer finger, would immediately get you to go on your knees. Once his organ casts a shadow over your face, he tells you to suck. This time, he requests you to spell his name as you bob your head. And if you’re good enough, then just maybe, he’ll forgive you for spitting him out while you came.

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pedge-stuff · 8 months

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God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — —

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — —

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #din djarin #joel miller #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x male reader #joel miller x male reader #the mandolorian

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fullsunised · 1 year

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NCT DREAM REACTION: CHAPTER FOUR

╰─▸ ❝ @ nct dream x idol! reader

→ when you get shipped with each other- massive crushes on each other

→ requests: open

→ trigger warnings: none?

→ a/n: BRO IM SO FUCKING STUPID- I WAS MEANT TO SAVE THIS AS A DRAFT BUT INSTEAD I POSTED IT WITH THE REQUEST THING, HALF DONE- BRO IM GONNA GO UNALIVE MYSELF HOW AM I GONNA LIVE LIKE THIS STOP ANW- HOPE THE PERSON THAT REQUESTED THIS FINDS IT. THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE</3 I LOVE YOU MORE ☺️

ready to love

MARK LEE

boy's shy asf. he had a crush on you- that was painfully obvious and when your fans point it out, he's shy asf. after he finds you two trending on twitter, bros red asf first.

after that he's gonna send you a message asking if you were uncomfortable with all this- because he cares, he doesn't and would never want to put you in an awkward position. when you tell him how you find this cute, he'd be elated bro.

you know he's making and discussing with his members on how to ask you out fr.

RENJUN HUANG

he's gonna pretend like it doesn't affect him. like 'yeah, we get shipped together so what' types. he likes you of course, but his whole personality is about being cool- so he is cool.

that is until you send a post you came across about how he looks at you while your talking, and boy is he embarrassed. he's gonna play it off cause it's text but when you see him again the next day for a shoot, he'd be too shy to meet eyes.

he wouldn't ask you out instantly because he wants to make sure, you knew each other better before moving to the next step.

JENO LEE

confused. what did he do that his fans are shipping you two? but he enjoys it for sure. like come on, the way he looks at you, bro like you're the only person that matters to him. you're fans definetly caught on that.

he'd be funny about it. well, not like make jokes about it but take it with a pinch of salt. you two would be sharing moments captured by your fans, and tease each other about it for long until-

he actually becomes serious and asks you out.

HAECHAN LEE

it isn't haechan if he doesn't tease you. boy is gonna scroll through to all the 3 million tweets to find the one tweet where you are the one simping for him and not the other way around. calls you adorable, ruffles your hair and all that just to make fun of you, and to give your fans more to write about.

but when you send back all the other tweets where he is literally staring at you with heart eyes, boy's is gonna be shy. he's gonna start acting defensive and shit. you'd find it so adorable that you'd tease him too.

after a few months of frequent teasing, you'll finally ask him out cause he was taking ages. even though he finds it hot, he whines because he wanted to be the one to ask you out.

JAEMIN NA

man he's smiling. like always, while looking at you, while hearing you speak, while scrolling through all the tweets, while watching your moments on youtube. he's just so lovestruck it's concerning.

after he sees how much your fans support you two, he won't hide his crush anymore. bro will randomly hug you, set your hair for you, click pictures- all the boyfriend material stuff without even being your boyfriend.

it would take him not long to ask you out, and from them you two would be gracing the world with your presence as a couple.

CHENLE ZHONG

shy- nah maybe cocky. as soon as he notices how your fans have been screaming for the both of you, he's smiling. he'll make more moments for you two cause he can.

because your fans enjoy you two together- he'd frequently take you out to eat, your crush him would grow stronger during these times- not because he's treating you but because you enjoy his presence.

you two appearing on each other's lives would be so frequent that your fans are sure you're dating. he asks you out and yeah the rest is calm.

JISUNG PARK

boy's blushing so much. you are done shooting and go home when he notices the hashtag on twitter. smiling, and blushing cause he loves it but is shy too.

the next time he sees you again, he won't be able to maintain eye contact because he's too flustered to look at you. when you're not looking though, he'd steal glances.

when it comes to asking you out, his members have to reassure him that you feel the same- and after hours and hours of convincing boy will confess.

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Fluff Headcannons for Jason Voorhees

because it just so happens to be a 13th on a friday- to clear things up before i get started, im unfortunately not taking requests for slashers TToTT at least not yet, i might if my rot comes back though side note jason was such a comfort character last year i kinda miss him but im not quite ready to part with my current hyperfixiation heres to hoping writing this doesnt end that rot short

torn between giving him a soft n sweet partner and a partner whos tough and independent (but still loving, of course); because i can truly see him being interested in both. perhaps a caring s/o who can take the initiative is what would work for him. maybe thats because i read so many fics/hcs where jason in a domestic setting is like. trying to be a soft stereotypical house husband though

which he totally would be imo, like sure he's not perfect but you can tell his intentions when hes insisting to clean up the cabin for you

if this is before zombie jason he is so so so fucking warm, best cuddle buddy; post zombie hes cold, though :(

speaking of cuddling hes a cuddle bug, and generally craves loads of physical and verbal affection. now will he outwardly ask? not in the beginning i think, far too shy about it and he doesnt know the best way to ask thanks to his inexperience

"oooooh what if you hold his face and give it kisses" i think, but in the beginning i dont think he would even let you anywhere near his face; and if you're short enough, no where near his head. if this is something you want to do youre going to have to be slow, steady, and reassuring with him. its likely you wont even see his face for years after the relationship is begun unless an accident happens and his mask slips and/or breaks

only knows how to make basic bare bones meals but if you were to teach him and have a means to getting ingredients he's going to be soaking up that information and hes going to be like an eager puppy when you offer to teach him

cooking with your partner and enjoying each others presence >>>>

now lets spoil this man for a minute, since its kinda his day. he keeps a hold on literally every single gift you give him. if its something he can wear he wears it like a badge of honor. if its an object he will make sure its in tip top condition while also being used so its not forgotten.

this may be a little self projection though, but i think he would also be wary of gifts too; not because he doesnt appreciate them. he does. just too much, scared that he's going to lose or break the gift

please give him reassurance that you don't mind otherwise hes going to silently brew over it while holding something as basic as a flower you handed him

flowers

get this man flowers

i always read about jason giving the reader flowers, which i 100% he would do, but can we spoil this man too! i think he would like daises and sunflowers

but maybe thats because when i think those flowers i think nature idk

give this man a dandelion RIGHT NOW!!! let him experience the childhood that was stolen from him

this was originally gonna be longer but its like 8am and i need to do things this morning and im too stubborn to save drafts/i know ill forget to finish this but happy friday the 13th

#slasher x you #slasher x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slasher imagine

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FRAT BOY LANDO x ENGINEERING NERD OSCAR x LITERATURE NERD READER PLEASE OMG (i saw pics of oscar in a tux and lando with the backwards hat)

ummmm this was in drafts and it kinda goes w some other asks i got the other day ab frat boy lando and engineer oscar so im gonna go on ab oscar and reader meeting in the library.

oscar and reader meet in the library when all the other tables are full so he asks to sit with her, but she doesn’t hear him. she’s got like three books open along with her laptop and a ton of pens and highlighters, sticky notes and tabs all over the pages so she can add notes and save pages for later. it looks like a scattered mess to him, but she looks perfectly calm as she scrawls pretty cursive onto a sticky note and then carefully places it underneath a specific line. she looks up and jumps when she sees him waiting there, removes an airpod and apologizes for not noticing him. he would laugh it off and apologizes for standing there, then repeats himself. she agrees and pulls her books closer, reorganizes her pile of writing utensils and note pads so he'll have more room. he takes the invitation to set his stuff down and pulls out the seat across from her.

her airpod goes back in and he's relieved he didn't get stuck with w chatterbox because he really needs to work. the next few days follow that pattern, the library being full and him joining her at her table in the back corner after navigating his way through and not finding his own. after a week, he gets into the habit of going straight to her table and it becomes a kind of ritual. he doesn’t even ask anymore, she somehow sees him coming each time and shuffles her possessions around to make room for him and they study in silence until one of them leaves.

after a few impromptu silent study sessions he’s noticed she always carries snacks with her, and he’s buying himself a snack from the vending machine and sees the last of her favorites and buys it without thinking. when he gets to the table, pulls a candy bar from his backpack and slides it across the table, says it was the last one and he knows it’s her favorite. she’s like, “i’ve never told you that?” and he tells her she has one with her every time and he just saw it and got it for her. she’s trying not to swoon because they’ve hardly talked and he’s paying attention to her? knows what candy bar she eats mid study session?

then, he gets there after a month of perfect silent study sessions and there’s someone sitting next to her, clearly distracting her from her work. he stops in the aisle, a dozen paces from them and watches as he tucks her hair behind her ear and she bites her lip. it irritates him, watching the interaction. this is a library. meant for studying. not flirting. he suddenly steps forward, purposely slapping the sole of his shoe onto the ground so she’ll hear. like a dog hearing a whistle, her head jokes over and she grins, automatically rearranging the table for him. she speaks to him for the first time in weeks, “hey! i hope you don’t mind, we have a project together.”

oscar waits until lando leaves an hour later to ask if she wants to hang out some time, and she’d tease him about being jealous. he insists he was already going to ask her when he arrived but they’d been interrupted. she’d ask what he wants to do and he’d shrug and say, “i dunno, movies, dinner? a picnic? bowling? we can do whatever you want.” the hang out certainly sounds more like a date, so she teases him a little more, “are you asking me out on a date, oscar?” and he rolls his eyes and nudges her foot with his under the table and says, “yeah, yeah. whatever. friday?” and she kinda winces and says, “actually, i’m supposed to go to a party at lan’s on friday- you could come too though!”

oscar huffs out a laugh and says, “you’re inviting me to a party he invited you to? i don’t think he’d want me there. parties aren’t my scene. saturday?” she instantly nods and agrees, and they make plans to go see a movie and get dinner. oscar ends up going to the party even though he hates them, tells his friend logan about his date and logan drags him to the party because he’s convinced lando invited her to fuck and if he leaves her alone with him friday night there’s no way he’s getting his date. logan seems to be right because when he finds reader she’s with lando and he has his arm around her shoulders as he pours a drink into her cup. oscar interrupts by asking what she’s drinking and she’s on her third drink, hears his voice and gets too excited. she spins away from lando as he’s still pouring, the vodka spilling onto the tile as her cup moves with her and she wraps oscar in a hug. she’s telling him how happy she is he decided to come, lando's glaring at him and he's genuinely thankful his best friend dragged him to a party for once.

lando tries to steer her away from oscar numerous times, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with him, resting a possessive arm over her shoulder and walking away with her. each time she finds oscar again and they chat until lando finds her and grumbles that he thought she was getting a drink, or peeing. she's like "ohhh sorry, i saw oscar and got distracted!" oscar brimming with pride that she saw him and forgot what she was doing, forgot about lando. but then lando's steering her away again and he's watching them go, hoping she'll find him again soon.

she lets it slip where they're having dinner the next night, and lando conveniently shows up and joins them at their booth before either of them can stop him.. lando’s never felt better than when oscar’s jaw clenched as he slid into their booth, and dropped his arm over her shoulder like it belonged there, and asked it they mind him joining. oscar snaps that they do mind. but lando ignores him and asks her what they’re doing out together, like it isn’t painfully obvious they’re on a date. they’re both a little more dressed up than normal, wanting to impress the other, and he had seen the soft look she was giving oscar before lando appeared behind him and then sat next to her. it’s definitely awkward and lando is happy with the uncomfortable tension, smirking when the waitress comes over and says she didn’t know they had a third, and asks what he would like to drink and if they’re all ready to order.

#ask #anon #frat au

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p3ski · 3 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' prompt a shift in perspective?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Smut

Word Count: 4K

Storage Locker C was a squalid, closed-off room filled to the brim with emptied crates and shipping containers. The CyberLife branding was worn and faded, and all surfaces coated in a thick layer of dust. It looked abandoned, as though it had not been accessed since before the Revolution.

“Colt, I'm getting really sick of you telling me what you're about to tell me”, Gavin said, addressing the man standing with him in the middle of the densely packed room.

Sanders let out a clipped huff, tracing a circle in the dusty floor with the tip of his boot. “There’s nothing here. Save dirt and cobwebs. We're gonna sweep the perimeter outside and see if we pick anything up - but I wouldn't count on it."

A couple of scattered Forensics Officers were standing by the entranceway, packing up lights and Thirium analysis kits, ready for transportation. Sanders ushered them towards the exit with a tilt of his head, and they started to head out, the door closing behind them. Despite this, the draft persisted, a consequence of the poor insulation. Gavin hugged his hands to his armpits in an attempt to keep warm, pacing around in fractious circles.

Nines stood a few feet away, scanning the access panel next to the entranceway. "Keypad secured, accessible via a six-digit code issued to CyberLife employees." He removed his hand from the panel, skin melding back into place. "I suspect the Reaper left the room accessible for a short window. Just long enough for Mr Finch to deposit the phone."

"Or maybe that didn’t happen." It had been a quiet, introspective grumble as the detective continued to move aimlessly. He had not demanded a response, but he received one nonetheless.

"There was no sign of forced entry, and I doubt he would have been entrusted with unsupervised access."

"I don’t mean that. Maybe the reason why it looks like no one has been in here for months is because no one has."

"I am not following you."

Gavin groaned. "I mean, come on, isn’t it convenient that Finch hands off this phone to some random guy and then has no idea where it goes? What if the exchange never happened, and he’s just fucking with us?"

"I would know if we had been misdirected", Nines swiftly reminded him, pointing to his temple with a two-fingered gesture. "While the lack of evidence is disappointing, it is not unusual given what we have come to expect in this case—

When the Reaper leaves something behind, he does so with intent. If this place holds no significance to his puzzle, then there would be no reason to leave his usual markers."

"Doesn’t really help us, though, does it?" Gavin came to a halt, reaching into his pocket to check the time on his phone. There was a notification for an unread chat log previewed on the lock screen. "May as well stay here until Sanders and his boys are done. Fowler won't expect us back for a while, and I'm in no hurry to tell ‘im this was another dead-end."

Unlocking the phone, he was taken to the conversation history that was already opened. He tucked behind a large shipping container, angled away from Nines to ensure he couldn’t see. Scrolling his way to the most recent message proved an difficult task and left him feeling a little uneasy:

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 9:05 am] Good Morning Gavin. How are you feeling today?

You

[Saturday at 11:35 am] like someone is taking a drill to my skull.

need to stop drinking like that. getting too old.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 11:36 am] Nothing good ever comes without cost.

I hope it was worth it for the sake of an enjoyable evening.

You

[Saturday at 12:38 pm] not sure. I dont remember all of it

sorry if i got messy

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 12:45 pm] No need to apologise.

I meant what I said.

If you ever need someone to talk to - or someone to spend time with - I'm there. Just say the word.

[Saturday at 1:35 pm] Nothing implied, of course. I am happy to just be friends :)

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 1:05 pm] Have a good day at work tomorrow.

I hope things aren’t too uncomfortable with your partner.

You

[Sunday at 3:34 pm] shouldnt be

talked things out. were okay now.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 3:35 pm] I see. Well, if you think it’s enough, then I won’t tell you otherwise.

Just don’t let him take advantage of your goodwill.

You

[Sunday at 3:55 pm] ???

dont really know what u mean by that?

we were both being dicks and now we arent

so its fine

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 3:56 pm] You were not in a good place the other day.

I wouldn’t be so quick to put your faith in him.

You might end up getting hurt.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 9:23 pm] I hope I haven’t upset you. I am just concerned.

These situations always end the same way.

Thumbs drumming idly on the screen, Gavin deliberated on the best way to proceed. Tact had never been his strong suit, nor something he typically concerned himself with. However, his recent experiences with Nines had left him a bit more empathetic than usual.

You

[Draft]

Alex u seem nice but im really not interested

we went on one date you dont know my life

Can i have some time to think about it?

As Gavin tried and failed to formulate a suitable response, another message popped up on the screen:

Russian Nesting Doll

[09:50 am] I can see that you’ve read my messages.

It’s a shame that you've been unwilling to accept help.

"Unless he did leave a marker."

The sudden address shocked Gavin back to reality. Quietly locking his phone and placing it back in his pocket, he emerged from his obscured position and back into view of his partner. "What do you mean?"

"The code to the lockbox", Nines’ LED spun yellow as he accessed the requisite information. "22 42 15 11 44. Knowing our killer, I doubt the numbers are inconsequential. It could be another message."

"You seemed to think so during Finch’s interrogation." There was a teasing edge to his words as Gavin recalled the events that had led them to their current location. "If he had decided to hold out much longer, I thought you might beat the numbers out of him."

Nines seemed flustered by the suggestion, his cheeks dusted with flecks of blue. "I don't believe my approach was excessively forceful. Having said that, I was...distracted that day, so it is possible that I exercised less patience than I could have."

Distracted by your 'personal matter'? Gavin pondered but stopped himself from saying. It almost felt like teasing how painfully ambiguous Nines was acting.

He had been torturing himself the entire morning, clinging to hope over every perceived spark of interest. The glances that had lingered for a little too long on their drive up to the Storage Locker and the way that Nines had brushed his hand upon their exit. Each time he dared to believe that his partner might be feeling it too, the moment dissipated, leaving the detective to wonder if he had been a product of his imagination.

"So, what was the message?"

"I am unsure. It appears to be a new code system, one he has not previously used. I have one solution, but I suspect it is not the one we are looking for." There was a biting spite to the way Nines said this, as though casting doubt on his own abilities. "It seems incomplete—much like many of my deliberations as of late."

"I've hardly been much help on the 'cryptic bullshit' front." The detective acknowledged his limited contributions with a wry smile, folding his arms as he did. "Let me pick that big brain of yours. See what I've got."

Nines seemed receptive to the suggestion, his troubled expression softening into one of quiet gratitude. "The message in the rA9 scripture: ‘Those who worship false prophets will be punished’, followed by a series of incomprehensible numbers and symbols. I have no idea what they could mean."

"So you think it is a code within a code, right? Like the message that led Robert here?"

"Correct."

Gavin recalled the slip of paper his partner had shown him previously, trying to follow the same line of reasoning. "If we are getting closer to finding him, maybe he wanted to throw us a curveball��." He tutted at his inability to fully recall the details, looking to Nines with a hopeful shrug. "It's hard to say without seeing the scripture. Is there a way you could show it to me?"

"My eyes do not come equipped with projectors."

Then embarrassment washed over him, intermingled with a twinge of guilt. "Right, of course they don't. Sorry."

"Fortunately, I can show you this way."

Nines extended his hand as a small beam of light bloomed from the palm. It spread outwards, and a small image came into view. Gavin reeled back from the visage, completely stunned.

"Right, no projectors in the eyes because they come equipped to your fucking hands. That makes so much more sense."

Nines’ lips, which had been pulled into a forced scowl, twitched in subtle amusement. "If you wish to complain to someone, I’d suggest you contact CyberLife."

Having gotten over the surprise of the sudden manifestation, Gavin focused on the image. He scrutinised it intently before narrowing his eyes at a particular element.

"...Are these the numbers you're trying to work out?" he asked, leaning closer to his partner as he pointed to the projection. "He leaves a gap before the start of the sequence. Then all of a sudden, he's squeezing shit in, like he's run out of space. Why would he do that?"

"Human penmanship is often inconsistent, particularly when rushed."

"So he took his sweet time to decapitate the victim and leave the body posed like a statue, but he decided to rush this? You said it yourself that he does things deliberately. I don't think this is an accident."

Nines paused, his LED cycling yellow as though considering the possibility. "What are you thinking?"

"That maybe it's not the same message. It's two—using different code systems."

Gavin continued to analyse the sequence. In addition to the densely packed nature, the numbers were penned with far less clarity than the ones that preceded. The edges were softened, forming a strange cursive-like script as one digit flowed into the next.

"Nines, when a human writes a message, what do they sometimes do at the end?" He paused, smiling to himself before he continued. "Also applies to smartass androids sending annoying texts."

His partner seemed less than enthralled by the teasing jab but responded to the question nonetheless. "They sign it."

"Exactly. So what if that’s what he’s doing? This has been going on for a while now, maybe the fucker is getting cocky."

"There is cockiness, and then there is stupidity", Nines fired back, eyebrows raised. "I doubt he would reveal his true identity with such transparency."

"I dont think so either - but what if it's another title? Like God's Wrath or His Servant. Except this one is special; he went to more of an effort to hide it."

The android looked across his shoulder at the man peering over it. "Gavin, if you’re right, this could be pivotal."

"If?", the detective fired back, pulling away with an indignant scoff. "Come on, I know it's shocking that I worked something out before you did, but give me some credit. I don't always need to copy your homework."

"I know you don't. You have always been capable."

A notification pinged on Gavin’s phone, breaking the flow of their conversation. He inwardly bristled—well aware of the likely sender—but fought to conceal his irritation as he continued. "Capable? That’s high fucking praise. Better stop now before I get a big head."

"I am being genuine. You are a remarkable person - of whom I am continuously in awe."

Another notification and the annoyance escalated, comparable to being trapped with a fly in a moving car. "Okay, now you're going too far with the flattery." Making a subtle glance at the message, Gavin’s thumb was poised on the volume button, ready to turn it down. "Keep trying, you'll get it eventually."

"I understand that my actions may not have assisted in giving my words credence...I hope he can express such sentiments in a more articulate way."

The statement caught him off guard enough to delay the action. He?

"What are you talking about?"

When the detective looked up, he noted the android's focus was trained on his hand. The diplomatic veneer of his prior words contrasted sharply with the unsettling intensity of his eyes. It seemed he wanted nothing more than to crush the phone into a thousand tiny pieces.

"The man who invited you to dinner. I can only assume that he is the one who is messaging you."

"How did—" The initial surprise Gavin felt gave way to irritation. He levelled an accusatory gaze at his partner. "Assume, my ass. You're scanning my phone."

"I respect your privacy enough to refrain from using my scanners," Nines retorted, sounding a little offended. "There has been a change in your behaviour recently, which seems to coincide with this new contact. Heightened physical responses that would imply a strong romantic or sexual interest."

Then Gavin’s annoyance turned to bewilderment. Perhaps Nines’ system was glitching, or he’d misinterpreted the spike in his blood pressure—because that definitely wasn’t what he was feeling.

"Words can not attest to how lucky he is. I hope the relationship proves long and fulfilling." The forced smile he gave him betrayed something deeply incriminating. An emotion that was hard to mistake. Jealousy.

Realisation hit him like a hook to the jaw.

He had been feeling what Nines was describing, but Alex was not the object of interest. There had been another inciting incident, one which happened to coincide with the receipt of the initial USwipe message. Something that his partner seemed to have cataclysmically misinterpreted.

"Nines, I think you've got the wrong idea about where those feelings are coming from."

"You do not owe me an explanation."

"I'm single." Gavin said, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "Like 'jacking myself to sleep' every night single. So yeah, I went on a date, but I'm never gonna see him again."

The forgotten phone in his hand pinged to life once again, and he felt another creep in his blood pressure. "Problem is, the guy can't take a fucking hint."

"Was his company not as pleasant as you anticipated?" Nines inquired, a strange hopefulness in his voice. However, this optimism quickly shifted to trepidation as his expression hardened. "Did he do something to upset you?"

"What? No, nothing like that. He was fine, I just—"

Another ping.

Okay, no, that’s done it. Any concerns of consideration or politeness were promptly thrown out the window as Gavin glared daggers at the message, planning a suitably scathing response:

You

[10:19 am] U need to back off right fucking now.

I dont know u and u dont know me. so stop with the intrusive bullshit

I dont want to see u again. thats it. were done.

He had barely removed his thumbs from the screen when he received the man’s response:

Russian Nesting Doll

[10:20 am] I know you well enough - but that’s fine, Gavin. You’ve made it quite clear what it is that you want.

I hope you’ll be happy with your choice. :)

Glancing over the message, Gavin wondered if he ought to feel guilty, but this concern swiftly gave way to an overwhelming surge of relief. With a triumphant huff, he blocked the number and returned his now undivided attention to his partner.

"It wasn't what I wanted." The admission came as a leap of faith but one that was decidedly worth it, as Nines finally seemed to realise what he was suggesting.

His jaw tensed, as there was a pronounced bob of movement visible in his throat. "What do you want?"

Gavin released a heated snarl, seizing Nines by the jacket and pulling down sharply. They stood nose-to-nose, his unsteady breath cascading over the android's face. "Take a wild fucking guess."

Their kissing was desperate, almost frenzied, as the detective firmly balled his hands into the back of his partner's hair, seeking additional leverage. Nines responded by slipping his arms around the shorter man’s back, pulling him close as he clawed at the threads of his jacket. Their bodies were flush, and it wasn’t long until they started to move in rhythm.

Heat pooled in Gavin’s stomach, travelling downwards, and his hips jerked forward brazenly. Through the motion, he came to an unexpected but wholly welcome discovery. Nines had opted for physical upgrades—evident in the distinct swell that could be felt through the threads of his pants. It brushed against him in smooth, measured motions, and Gavin could feel himself harden almost instantly. Lost in the movements, he didn’t notice that he was stumbling backwards until the corner of a shipping crate had wedged unwelcomely into his back.

As he hissed in pain, Nines broke the kiss. He tilted back to assess his partner, his grey eyes wide and startled. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"Nah, you’re fine. It’s these damn crates." Gavin winced, massaging the sore spot with his hand. A cloud of dust had displaced itself upon contact, with the particles now floating above their heads. "Barely able to breathe in here."

"Perhaps we should delay this until later." The android scrutinised the grime-filled air as the man gasped to breathe it in. "These are hardly ideal circumstances."

"We could be wading around in a sewer right now, I couldn’t give less of a shit."

"That sounds repulsive", Nines chided. Nonetheless, his body betrayed a continued interest as he leant towards him, settling his face against the crook of his neck. "You seem to have deflected my question, Detective, about what it is that you want."

The title was spoken with a sinful richness that should have been illegal. It danced across Gavin’s ear, signed by a teasing nip on the shell. "Would think the raging hard-on would be a tip-off", he hissed, struggling to suppress the moan that was building in his throat. "I want you, all of it—smug asshole."

"That is rather non-specific."

"How vivid do you want me to be?", he snapped. "I indulged in a hefty amount of ‘self-care’ after you ditched me the other day. Almost ascended thinking of all the filthy things we could have done."

Nines chuckled in satisfaction, trailing kisses along the edge of his stubbled jaw. "I would be quite happy to atone for my mistake, but it would appear that you are still withholding some critical information."

"Seriously, jackass, use your imagination."

Strong arms tightened around Gavin's back before hoisting upwards, lifting until he was perched on the edge of a crate. Just as he was about to protest the forceful handling, he felt his legs be pulled apart with equal assertion as his partner nestled between them.

"Unless I hear it from you, I will have no choice but to put a stop to this." A hand came to cradle Gavin's jaw, applying firm pressure as his head was forcefully tilted upwards. "After I left. What did you think about?"

Lust overwhelmed any lingering reason as Gavin felt his mouth move of its own accord. "Your lips", he confessed, his gaze flitting subconsciously to the feature as he spoke. A perfect pink bow that demanded attention, sitting inches away from his face. "They felt so good. I wanted to know how much better they'd feel wrapped around my dick."

"Better." Nines' touches grew hotter, reaching fever, as though he were burning from the inside. The bridge of his nose and swell of his cheeks were tinged a royal blue. Gavin may have been concerned if he wasn't so willing to pliantly melt into the forceful caress. "Keep talking."

"I wish I'd known about this." He punctuated the word with a buck of his hips, catching his partner off guard. He watched in delight as his LED flickered. "I'd have spent more time thinking about how it would feel shoved down my throat."

Nines’ grip on his face loosened, and he worried that he might have crossed some unspoken boundary. Then he felt a thumb run languidly across his lip, gently pulling down. "I have pondered a few times on ways I could shut this filthy mouth of yours. I imagine fucking it would prove effective."

The pants that Gavin had allowed to escape gave way to a guttural moan. "It's so fucking hot. Hearing you talk like that."

"I'd rather do more than just talk about it."

The sound of a metal door swinging open rudely interrupted them, followed by a pace of footsteps. "Okay, boys, we're gonna wrap things up now."

A shared look of horror passed between them as Gavin squirmed from his seat on the crate, clambering to find his footing, and Nines straightened up, adjusting his rumpled jacket. Sanders, engrossed in his tablet, seemed oblivious to the situation.

"He'll send our report to Fowler now. If you need anything else from us, we'll—" As he looked up, the older man paused, regarding the other human officer with a perplexed look. "You okay, Reed? You're a little red."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just… warm in here." Gavin’s breath puffed out in a visible cloud as he said this. He awkwardly crossed his legs to avoid revealing anything incriminating but inadvertently offered a clear view of the crate—as well as the distinctly human-shaped print.

The residual dust was no doubt settled on his legs and backside, a detail not which had not gone unnoticed by Sanders. His dark eyes trailed him up and down, lips pinched inwards in amusement. "Like I said, we're heading out. You two gonna stay and look around, or are we following you out of here?"

Just then, a low dialling noise could be heard from the direction of the android. The light of his LED pulsed softly, in and out like a breath, signalling an incoming call. "It would appear we ought to leave as well", Nines said with a hint of disappointment. "The Captain is sending through a dispatch request."

"Where does he need us? Back at the station?"

The gentle pulsing stopped abruptly, turning to static red. "No. At a crime scene."

"... Shit." Gavin kicked an empty packing container that was lying at his feet, propelling it across the room. "They've found another body, haven’t they?"

"Bodies, I -"

The android fell, dropping unceremoniously to his knees. A hand clasped to his mouth as his body shook in violent tremors. His LED flashed like a siren, so quick that it was almost blinding to look at. The two men watched on, stunned, before rushing in to assist. Gavin was first to drop to the floor, placing hands on his partner's shoulders as he delicately pulled him close.

"Nines, are you okay? What's wrong?" Each word was met with a gentle tap, to which his partner failed to respond. He stared ahead, grey eyes large and unfocused, as though fading in and out of consciousness. A rumble of static passed from his lips as he moved his head in slow, jerky motions that were decidedly artificial.

It chilled Gavin to his core and told him something was seriously wrong. Delicate taps turned to shakes as he tried to snap Nines from his daze. "Fucking talk to me, what's happening?"

Nines muttered repeatedly to himself as though he were sitting alone in the room. The exact same phrase, over and over:

"It isn't possible."

#dbh #reed900 #dbh fanfiction #dbh nines #dbh fanfic #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh rk900 #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin900 #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900

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aemiron-main · 1 year

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oh im going insane

im finishing up an analysis that involves parallels that show owens likely being a father figure to henry & then i remembered. ‘peter’s school projects’. and THEN it hit me like a brick. so, i hadnt mentioned this yet but i have an analysis rn sitting in my drafts about how some of the unused costuming pieces in young henry’s wardrobe room remind me of vintage boys school uniform shirts & how the bts pics have henry wearing a pair of black leather shoes (which would be uniform code) and just some other stuff and long story short i think there was a school uniform in his wardrobe. but it confused me bc like YES hawkins in the 50s could have had a school uniform but smthn still wasnt clicking bc why wouldnt they show him wearing the uniform during any of his hawkins scenes then? but. if henry was living with owens and his wife......... in nevada... ruth, nevada..... a different school...... a uniform......... and the fact that nancy’s fake name at pennhurst is RUTH and the discussion about petey and summer camp happens at pennhurst.... ‘peter/petey’ and ‘ruth’ tied together AGAIN. and owens. owens is tied to the theme of bullying because he gets angela’s charges against el dropped. long story short i think there’s a chance henry went to school in ruth and was living with owens and got bullied at school (bc yknow. outcast weird kid) and that’s why owens is tied to the bullying imagery w angela. ‘peter’s school projects’ -> whenever we see henry drawing in the creel house, save for the one scene in victor’s flashback where henry’s sitting at the couch, henry is drawing in his school binder, with school supplies, on lined paper, and one of his school binders even has some words written on the side of it that i need to go back and look at. and its been stumping me like. we KNOW henry made it to the lab right after the creel murders. so when would he be at owens’ house. but then it hit me. that other analysis im working on. it also talks about henry very very likely escaping from the lab at some point and being brought back. if henry escaped. and was taken in by owens. and then the lab eventually located henry again/brenner realized henry was with owens.... this would explain why we dont see owens at the lab at all in 1979 & why he doesnt come back to the lab until s2, until after brenner’s ‘death’ in s1. because he would have double-crossed brenner. and brenner wouldn’t have wanted him influencing henry/helping him escape again. and there’s those mike and owens parallels i need to make a writeup on.... mike, who took in a child who escaped from the lab. owens, who likely did the same thing. mike, who dressed el up to take her to the school. owens, sending henry to school in a uniform. this post is like. half coherent i promise i have actual evidence LMAO im gonna go work on the writeup about it bc. hm

especially considering the costuming parallels between owens vs victor creel.. both of them being father figures to henry... smthn smthn owens-obi wan parallels (which is an analysis in and of itself) smthn smthn ‘my allegiance lies to the republic, anakin- to democracy’ smthn smthn that but its owens with the lab smthn smthn brenner either finding henry or owens GIVING henry back to the lab after some sort of incident... which is inch resting when we think about the idea of henry being bullied & how el hit angela and gave her an injury just like the one that brenner got from henry in 1979... henry using his powers against one of the kids bullying him.......... AND OK INSANE ERA TIME

This is said to OWENS, at OWENS’ house. and henry was the attacker so henry = ghost. why is this relevant? well. that bts pic i posted awhile back that i said might be unused footage of henry in a ghost costume as a kid..... and el with hopper in the cabin, dressing as a ghost... but not being able to go out because the lab would find her... henry going out for halloween though and something happening/getting bullied (will parallel) and maybe that’s when shit went down... resulting in him getting taken back to the lab

anyway i am insane. and Henry, if he escaped, would have escaped pretty early-on I think bc he likely would have gone the same route he took El…. and would’ve needed to be small enough to fit.

#stranger things #st analysis #byler #henry creel #sam owens #henry creel analysis

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from the WIP ask game: 3zun mythical creatures sound FASCINATING please talk more

okay so!!

Currently im very undecided about what specific creature they are, because i keep moving it around lol

But tbe first idea is; Jiggy is half a fox spirit, half human. My notes on rhat are "BIG MAMA MENG is the fox spirit, a-yao is the precious treasure" i think im gonna stick with fox spirit, bc yes, but also?

NMJ was supposed to be like a bull-hybrid or something, but Im making him a minotaur/msht like that now bc I Can. (Shout out to NPC Bluud the minotaur from my dnd campaign who pushed me into fixation on minotaurs and centaurs. Love the guy.) Also i think i really want to give him the labyrinth symbolism. Like the haunted saber flesh cave thing from [nie-centric movie] but specifially for Him.

LXC is a dragon. I love dragons. I have zero (0) notes on him except "DRAGON, MATE MATE MATE" and half a note on egg-children. Love them.

The fic starts with a Xiyao meet cute with vaguely reversed dynamics? A-Yao is getting chased and caught by hunters and Xichen eats them :) what is one supposed to do, when a pretty, hurt fox is near your cave?

It felt like his spine would snap any second. It was bent and twisted in impossible directions. His joints were pulled apart and squished together again, like he was just a tiny stress toy, for someone so much larger than him.

His innards were sloshing around, being made to fit all positions he was forced in.

Voices were screaming at each other, yelling commands, or maybe encouragement. He couldn’t tell anymore, for his ears had long since given up on functioning, trying to shield him from the cruelness of the hunter's words.

A high pitched sound came from somewhere above him.

He tried to get his eyes to open, to figure out which threat would come for him now. His eyelids fluttered, but refused to open correctly, for dried blood was gluing them together.

The sound stopped.

No more screeching.

The hands on his body pulled away and he could feel his body trying to snap together again.

A presence still lingered above him.

It seemed to bask him in shadow and cold, in silence and fear.

Something sharp tapped on his back, somehow caressing his body carefully.

“Are you alright?”

(Again, just a draft And god i hate the word sloshing but i also refuse to look up synonyms out of spite.)

now that i think about it, Hydra!LXC is a fascinating concept. Or Hydra!JGY. He fits a hydra nicely maybe. Or hydra!wrh. Ohh, that'd be funky.

After LXC saves MY they spend Yunping-like time tgt in the cave :) cave buddies. They discover the joys of companionship and homoerotic woundtending. Technically also homoerotic companionship but i typed out the word cock once and had to close the tab, so.

i do really wanna get into the nesting instincts of both dragons and *handwave* fox-ish creatures because boy do i love a good nesting.

Meng Yao watched with half lidded eyes as Lan Xichen moved around. The dragon was collecting softer material and piling it atop the bed.

It ranged from blankets, over robes to simply linen sheets, that were softened from being washed a lot.

He carefully made his own way across the room, running his fingertips over the blankets, then the pillows, already at the headrest of the bed. He could feel his own instincts lurk under his skin, begging to be let out. Begging to be let loose, free to arrange, mix and match the fabrics, make his own nest, a safe spot for what was to come.

Slowly, Meng Yao lowered himself onto the mattress, immediately drawing his legs closer to his core, when he was seated.

Lan Xichen shot him a short glance, his gaze softening, impossibly full of affection, before turning away again, just to press a robe - light blue, with fine embroidery - into Meng Yao’s hand.

When the fox spirit regarded the robe further without doing anything with it, the dragon made a slightly unhappy noise. Immediately after he looked like a deer in the flashlights, frozen, surprised with himself.

“My apologies, A-Yao.”, he muttered, gaze falling to the floor in embarrassment. “I simply meant- will you maybe -”, he closed his eyes and took a breath, unsure of his own desires and ability to express them. “Would you wear the robe? I think you’d look splendid in them.”

An almost mean little smile flashed over Meng Yao’s lips, but he nodded and began unceremoniously to strip himself and exchange robes.

“If that is what the almighty Zewu-Jun wishes, who am I to decline?”

(I do feel like i have to add that both exerpts were written like. In september LMAO its been a bit, whoops)

I was originally planning for them to just. Have a neat little fluff thing going on, where egg-nant jgy meets nmj and they bond somehow and *handwaving* wuuh 3zun, but now its more of a. Xiyao finds NMJ in the Labyrinth/Castle thing and either they play curse breaker (which actually would be a fun thing to get into, if one goes into the direction of "dragon blood solves/cures everything" or they get trapped there for a long time all tgt, and its like. Forced proximity but because they all have like. Specific things which i forgot cause its 8pm and my bedtime (/hj i need atleast 10 hours otherwise i hit a downphase agter 3 to 6 hours of being awake LMAO).

they get eggs. Rusong. Children. I need Xichen (who did NOT give birth to the eggs, rip him) to be likem. Snake-style coiled aroind them all the time. But not in snake-egg version, im goinf with hardshell eggs bc snake eggs are so cool and fascinating but im not having them "need to be up and not too close so they dont stick tgt and also dont flip bc otherwise the babies die"- thing going on. Snakes <3 so interesting and cool. Hensheng should be a snake that 'imprints' on MY and gets into hissy fights wirh lxc. They deserve it.

#mdzs #ask game #3zun #Cw mentions of pregancy??#Idk if it counts lol #I went so off travk like 4 times im so sorry #Wip #I kinda want to jist say fuck it and make it a greek myths(beings) AU /write thay but also #I think it eould just. Be me rambling about the myths and droppig so much funfacts that it doesnt count as a fic anymore #And would just be me talking about my favorite rhing ever (greek mythology and how it connects to society/literature and also hera <3)

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d10nsaint · 1 year

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VELVET CROWBAR ❘ AKI HAYAKAWA

“YOURE LIKE CRACK TO ME, I DONT WANT TO LEAVE, IM WATCHING YOU SLEEP.”

tags: Obsession (reader is a lust devil obsessed with aki) Spoilers,gun fiend! Aki, delusional! reader,drafted & beta read by @acuriousmoon

LIFE is a velvet crowbar.

something so luxurious looking, so rich, something you’re lucky to have. So soft on the eyes, a flame colored paradise. Yet, it can be used against you. Its cold to the touch even though its soft on the eyes, and it could reel you in and lock you into its soft, luxurious hold. It could hit you over the head and have such force that you’d bleed over the head, but it’d make you want more. Thats how you saw Aki. He was your life.

He’s beautiful. Yours. He knows it. He’s your beautiful life.

You saved him. He loves you. Your life loves you.

And you love him as you see the barrel of the M1911 that was where is eyes should be on your forehead. Your life endangers you.

He looked so handsome.

You both had loved each other through every single incident, from when you met him as a human, to when you had become a Hybrid on a misson, to when he had become a fiend—how he was now.

Nothing had changed. He was still your Aki.

He turned his head to you, Pressing his left forearm,which you had studied to be a M4, to your chest.

“Aki? Are you gonna shoot me again?”

He didn’t know what he was doing, why else would he try and hurt you? Aki loved you, he surely did. And your love for him ran deeper than the ocean, than the rivers. You loved him with all of your little devilish heart. You watched him press it deep into your chest, again. Its just his nature, he’s new to this. You knew it. He just can’t control his devilish nature, but its okay. He can hurt you as much as you want. You know he just loves you and doesn’t know how to say it.

You had to watch over him, to make sure he doesn’t hurt people. That was your deal with Makima—that you make him your pet and tame him, in exchange to keep him alive. You were risking yourself and thousands of people for him. You were willing to risk that just for your love, Aki.

You sucked in a breath. You’d let him stab you, drink your blood, kill everyone around you, if it meant that he could be happy.

“Aki,” You just loved the way his named rolled off your tongue like honey—It sounded like Heaven. He was Heaven. Heaven was in your bedroom, Heaven is holding you at gunpoint, Heaven is about to shoot you, but Heaven loves you.

Your mind and your heart raced even more when he pressed the gun on his face to your forehead even harder than before. His left arm still hadn’t left your chest. Anticipation coursed through you— it did every time he did this, Every time he was going to shoot you.

“Aki, I love you.” You’d said it so many times under your breath before, but this one came out like it was your last words.

“I dont care.”

What?

“Go to hell, you damned devil.”

oh.

Ah. So that’s how it is. Even when he was a fiend with his memories wiped clean,even if he was entranced by a you, a lust devil, his hatred for devils still won no matter what.

Makima knew all along. That was why she agreed to your terms of the contract. She fucking knew you’d never been with your beloved in this life again, or the next.

She was in control of everything and everyone.

You could only stare at the barrel, warm tears stinging in your eyes as the safety mechanism went off with a ‘click’.You knew that even after he shot you, you’d come back. You’d come back to him, and he’d hate you for eternity.

#aki csm #csm aki #csm angst #csm #chainsaw man #gun devil #gun fiend #aki #aki x reader #aki fluff #aki angst #aki hayakawa

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honestly, i have no idea what this was supposed to be in response to, but it was buried in my drafts & im gonna bring it back because i feel like it should see the light of day for a moment + i wanna add onto it.

to be honest, i think this speel only scratches the surface of my fascination with the arkeyans. i don’t think i can quite put it into words but i’m gonna try.

i think it comes down to how much about them we see, but how little about them they actually know.

this was supposed to be short but it actually isn’t (surprise) so the ramble is below the cut.

i’m tired so i’m going on what’s off the top of my head, but we see certain things that imply things about their culture, but we still don’t know anything about their culture.

the weapon master calls the quicksilver vault a trial of sorts in spyro’s adventure, i think. there was a room heavily implied to be a bakery in giants. they had a whole graveyard in swap force, complete with at least one “guardian” watching over it (which notably is not a robot, nor even resembles any other arkeyan being seen or mentioned, but is a monkey of all things).

why would they need trials to prove honor/worthiness for obtaining the quicksilver? why’d they have a bakery? why would they need a graveyard, of all things, and also a guardian to watch over it?

were they once human/mortal, then turned into robots at one point, or were they always robots who were more human at heart than full robot? wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened in skylanders. (and honestly, the whole Robo-Kaos transformation could be used to swing either way)

but that might explain the simple “why,” but not the deeper “why?” or the infinitely more interesting: “what else?”

were trials and tests regular in their society, or just for protection, or just for testing arkeyan warriors? were they only a race of war machines, or were there civilians? innocents who fell to whatever sealed their race’s fate?

if they had a bakery, what else did they have? did they have their own unique cuisine? was their bakery any good? aside from food, what other “little things” did they have that were a big part of their society? were there artists? craftsmen? musicians? did they play games, sports? and what happened to all of that when whatever happened to them happened? do the remnants still stand? have we seen it and we’ll never know, save for the few location names we’ve gotten, or are they tucked away in the corners of the world we’ve never seen?

and the graveyard. the fucking graveyard. sure, maybe the level was just made as en excuse to bring the Arkeyans back as enemies for a hot minute since it’s never directly called an arkeyan graveyard, but the idea of a graveyard for robots is just so intriguing, again, given how little we know of arkeyan culture. if a robot was broken beyond fixing, couldn’t they just shove it off somewhere? throw it in a vault like where krypt king came from? why did they need a place to bury their “dead?” and since they did, did they have anything special for those with higher honor, or were they all “returned” to the dirt the same? did burials mean anything, and did the “lives” of their fellow machines mean anything special? were the graveyards and graves respected, or just a dumping ground? were the graves theirs at all, or were they put there by someone else?

(other edit: there’s a superchargers track that is basically rampant ruins but it’s called the “temple of arkus” and i’m gonna let you predict my train of thought before i spend another 15 minutes talking about a possible belief system that we’ll never know about. because then i’ll go on a tangent about how we know nothing about higher beings or religions or beliefs in skylands like at all. and that’s for another rainy day.)

and the goddamn monkey. the graveyard guardian. again, was this arkeyan, or from someone else? they “stomp robots rising from the grave,” but that still doesn’t answer anything. if we knew more, it would, but we still don’t know if the graves were intentional or incidental; if the arkeyans were buried with intent, or they ended up there when the race went kaput. if it was theirs, that brings in so many more questions. did they have a certain belief regarding the dead? or spirits or guardians? the monkey not looking arkeyan at all could be interesting from either take, honestly.

(hindsight edit: thinking about it again, the monkey statue kinda reminds me of the statues you had to put back together at the vault of the ancients, but i haven’t played it in a long time so i’m probably wrong but whatever, but that monkey being from the watch wraiths could also be an interesting swing: were they allies or enemies, if it is?)

point is, the arkeyans had so much hinted, but hardly anything told, and every little thing we got didn’t give us answers, but more questions as to who they actually were. i just think their whole lore was so cool, and i’m kinda disappointed they just dropped them entirely after swap force, but i honestly don’t trust the writing of the later games to do them total justice like giants did.

thanks for coming to my ted talk. this will happen again.

#i both love and hate worldbuilding like this where they hint just BARELY at something super interesting and then say nothing else #i love it because of all the possibilities and how cool it *could* be #and i hate it because i want to know more and i know that even if it was it would never be used to it’s full potential #or be as cool as it could be #sorry the whole culture of skylands is such a cool thing that’s never covered & i love thinking about it #and i love the arkeyans for. all the reasons stated above lol #grace being stupid #text post #skylanders #skylanders giants #skylanders swap force #arkeyans

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unorthodoxx-page · 2 years

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I know you said you were gonna be scarce on here to work on your fic but im just curious. Whenever or if you wanna answer this no rush and no pressure. I was just wondering if you have some kind of a writing schedule? Cus you're working on a lot rn so i was wondering how you keep yourself on top of it all. Especially with Spirits since that one has a schedule you try to stick to with chapter updates.

So, I have two things that are working in my favor when it comes to staying on top of my workload. Or three if I'm thinking about it.

My job is currently in a slow period so I’ve been able to get writing done during the day. Even when we’re busy, I’ve been able to find some time since I work mostly from home.

I kind of work on a loose schedule. For example: With A Tale of Spirits I try to have 3k+ words done by wednesday/thursday. If I reach my goal before that then I work on a one-shot as a breather. If I’m over that goal by Thursday then I do the same thing. (I sort of stumbled on this type of arrangement and it’s really worked for me)

The last think keeping this train flowing? Writing has become my longest obsession to date. I truly don't mind writing in my free time. Most nights I find myself turning off the TV, turning on music and writing.

Now the real test will be in November since this is my first year doing NaNoWriMo, but I’m not too worried about it for some reason. The idea I’m working on is something I’ve had in the vault for some time, so I have a bunch of notes, plots etc saved to scrivener. Hopefully I finish the first draft in November and come back for edits and rewrites at the start of the new year!

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Sirmaam when are you gonna release the fwb Cale x reader?I've been waiting for it even since you announced that you'll be making one, I can't help but feel excited 💖💖💖

thank you so much for waiting omg i didn't think someone would actually wait for it.

im tagging @bomiflower because they were the one to push me to give a twist hehe lily, if u see this, i hope you're proud of me.

anyways, i did this while crying because tumblr crashed and deleted the previous draft for this. if it's bad, i blame the tears for blurring my sight.

i also want to clarify that this is based solely on my interpretation of the song being about a relationship where one of them (or perhaps all parties) are aware that what they were having is something toxic and shouldn't be continued, but sometimes things get addicting and you come back for more as if you were drugged.

WARNING : NSFW CONTENT.

Sedated

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Reader

Lord we should quit but we love it too much

— "Sedated", Hozier (2014)

Cale had never thought for a second in both his life as Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse, that he would ever be in an arrangement like this.

He had always been someone who chased after his earthly desires such as living as a rich slacker, but that was because it was a way for him to enjoy life without getting hurt, physically and emotionally.

A desire to enjoy something without being hurt simultaneously.

But this one. This was an indulgence that would hurt him the most.

Cale felt your legs go limp around his hips and the way your walls throbs around him. He let out a strangled moan when he came into you, squeezing your hips enough that he was sure it'd leave bruises there. He let your hips go as your legs fell to the bed, shaking uncontrollably.

The room smelled of sex and sweat, but Cale had always been able to dull them out and grasp for the smell of soap you had used earlier before coming to this room and as he leaned down to press his lips to yours, he smells the simple fragrant of perfume he had gifted you a few days ago.

He wants nothing to fill his senses but you.

Only you.

This isn't supposed to go on this long, was what his brain was saying to him as you return his kiss with a giggle, still high from your post-orgasm. He should break this kiss, lean away from you, and stop this.

But with you had always been the times Cale never listened to his brain.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging at his red hair as you hummed in the kiss. Cale placed his hand on the back of your neck, pushing you to be closer to him. He craved for your lips as if he was starving and your lips were the only thing that can save him from this insatiable hunger.

And in a way, they are.

"How do you think the others would react if they know that we do this?" You had asked him that question while laying on top of him, breasts pressed against his naked chest. Cale's hand was on your naked back, thumb brushing your flushed skin as he stared at you."It's not something I like to think often."

"Do you feel guilty? For hiding this from them?" You continued asking, hand going up to tuck a lock of Cale's red hair behind his ear. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch without shame. His hand that was on your back moved to grasp your hand to make sure it stays on his cheek before he brushes his lips against your palm, looked at you through his lashes, and asked; "Do you?"

"A bit," you answered him fully, watching as he placed kisses on your palm. "But it's our business, so I don't think there's a need for them to know. You?"

Cale closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of your hand on his face as if it were the only thing in the world that can provide him comfort. "I was the one who offered you this, so no."

He was the one to initiate this arrangement -- to meet a few times a week in an inn where their room is always cleaned and prepared for them, either to just spend a few minutes sharing kisses and spit or maybe to spend hours as you both poisoned each other that always has Cale always craving for more by the end of it.

But, why?

He hates the fact that he could not contain it - the desire to see you more, to touch you more, and to let you touch him even if it's only a brush his knuckles against yours when you stand too close.

He hates the fact that after spending a night together, you can pass by him and only say a few words to him, talking to him as if you weren't laying underneath him last night. You were so nonchalant to him. As he gave you glances throughout the day, he wished that there will be a time he will look over and see you staring at him as well, but you never did.

He wished your cheeks would flush when his hand brushed against yours just like how your cheeks had reddened when he was pleasuring you, but it never did. You'd always pull your hand away and set a distance as if you were repulsed even by the slightest touch of him.

Don't you just stand there and watch him, [Name].

Come. Come and save him from this punishment the world had placed on him.

You were confusing to him because you had acted like you did not like to be touched by him in front of the others.

When you finally let him touch you, it was in the confines of a parlor room where no one else was there. He sits on the couch as you stand in between his legs, you looking down and caressing his jaw so softly that it could be mistaken as wind. He had tilted his head upwards, russet eyes staring at you as his hands were placed on your hips, not forcing you to stay in place but simply to hold and feel you.

When you brush his hair back, Cale felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

And this feeling was confusing because he had slept with you, fucked you senseless for hours, and yet the feeling of your fingertips running along his jaw was perhaps the best feeling he had ever had the privilege to indulge in.

He was a slave to any semblance of your touch.

Was this something he should hate? Should he hate that he can crumble at any time before you if you merely touched him?

His brain was telling him that this should be something he stops doing. He needs to be wary of these new emerging feelings and not cross the boundaries that he had set for himself when he got into this arrangement with you.

But Cale chose to be deaf.

You numbed his senses by filling them with only you - your touch, your smell, the feeling of your skin, and your voice and he welcomed it with open arms.

But how did the two of you start this?

Cale could not promise that he started it for humble reasons no matter how much he could modify the story.

You had come back from visiting the Naval Base in the Ubarr Territory with a grin on your flushed face. "I talked to Eric. He's really nice."

Cale could see the appeal that Eric Wheelsman had. He was the successor of Count Wheelsman and was the Chief Advisor of the Right for the Naval Base. He was clever and did not judge others from baseless rumors but how they treated him, which was why you had been so easily taken with him because he did not look down on you for your commoner background and instead trusted you with the sole reason that you were one of Cale's people.

It was pathetic for Cale when he realized he was doing to you the same thing you used to do to Eric - sending longing looks, skin flushing when talking together, becoming flustered just at the mention of his name, and becoming a mess at just by the slightest brush of knuckles, accidental or not. He had seen you do all of those to Eric and at the time, he shook his head and smiled in amusement.

But now that he had somehow ended up at the same spot you had once been in, all he does is experience withdrawals that felt like Hell on Earth.

He was addicted to you while for you, it was just a little bit of rush.

He was perhaps something you can let go of at any time - something you used to distract and sedate yourself for momentary bliss.

And in no way does Cale would ever hate you for it.

Back then, Cale had asked Eric what he thought of you and about the thought of starting a relationship, but Eric had been polite in refusing because he could not look at you in that way, which completely crushed your ego to the point that you stayed in your room all day, only allowing Cale to visit you at night.

"Are your feelings that deep for him?" Cale had asked you, sitting beside you on your bed.

You seemed to think before answering and it surprised Cale that you had to think about your own feelings for a moment. You then provided an answer with a bashful grin, "I don't think so, no."

"Then?" Cale was intrigued.

"I think instead of love, all I ever wanted was some sort of validation," you answered him. "That I'm attractive -- desirable, as in sexually."

For a moment, Cale was taken aback at how blunt you had been but then again, you had always been so honest as a woman from this period to the point anyone listening in would have a whiplash.

As he thought about your words, Cale thought that your feelings were understandable. To want to be thought of as sexually appealing was something he wasn't very familiar with, but he does know that it was something some people think of at least once in their lifetime.

"Then? Is there any way you're planning to do to solve that problem?" Cale asked. "I'm sure you're more than aware that a lot of people find you appealing."

"I'm probably going to go to a pub," you told him, standing up from the bed and running a hand through your hair. "Maybe I'll find a man that won't mind sharing a bed with me."

Cale had thought how the culture of one nightstands will always exist no matter which universe he was in. "With a stranger, [Name]? Are you sure?"

"Well, do you have anyone else in mind?"

It was just an offer for a friend.

It was better than having you share your bed with a stranger.

It was better than letting you make it into a habit.

"What about me?" He asked you, his ears beginning to get red and he tries his best to keep his voice flat. "Have you ever thought about sharing your bed with me?"

That was how the two of you ended up like this again, with your back pressed to his chest while he's pressing kisses to your neck, one of his hands raising your leg before pushing his cock into your warm, slippery cunt.

He hears you let out a melodious sigh that only he has the privilege of hearing - he makes sure of it - when he slipped into you. You turn your head to him, kissing him while murmuring something along the lines of "'s good" and "deeper" against his lips. You whispered something when he began to move his hips, Cale silencing your moans by swallowing them along with your spit.

"Keep them up," he murmured to you, squeezing your thigh before he moves his hand to your clit, rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. You let out a whine, moving your head away from him and instead buried your face in the pillow by your head.

"Ahh, hahh."

Cale kissed your neck, thinking of all the time you had so easily pushed him away even though the two of you had chosen each other as an escape - that your teeth and lungs were lined with the scum of the sin of this arrangement. This wasn't right and surely people will judge the two of you if they ever find out, but Cale knew he couldn't let you go just yet.

"Eric, please-"

Cale closed his eyes, biting harshly on your neck upon hearing that name fall from your lips instead of his, reminding him that despite having agreed to give your body to him, you never once promised to give your heart.

It had never been about him using you - he allowed himself to be used by you, to help you forget with the hope that maybe you'd feel the things he feels for you, too.

That one day, you'd crave for him just as much as he craves for you.

"My name, [Name]," Cale pleaded to you, quickening the pace of his hips.

"C-Cale," you sighed, "Please, faster."

He did what you asked for, because who is he to refuse you?

When you writhe in his hold and sob in pleasure, he only held you close and remind you again and again,

"Only I can do this to you."

"Think of me."

"Say my name. Please."

He hoped that with this, maybe the day this bitterness of unrequited love disappear will come sooner.

But for now, Cale was nursing on a poison that never stung.

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