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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Bionic Exile - Chapter 5 Alt Ending

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Requested by @daughter-of-the-stars11 : Would you ever consider doing a one shot or a short series where reader from Bionic Exile chooses Takeshi instead of both of them... can I also add jealous Rick

Warnings: 18+ only please, implied sex, alcohol use, language, Rick may be a little ooc

Author's Note: SO I think this would fit perfectly in chapter 5, so I kept half of chapter 5 and then just rewrote the other half!! I hope you enjoy!

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Ever since Rick moved in with you, it had become a tradition that every Saturday night was movie night. Tonight wasn’t any different, except for the fact that you chose to sit squished up next to Takeshi on the loveseat instead of next to Rick on the couch.

Takeshi. That dick. Who does he think he is stealing my girl like that, the thought makes Rick freeze. His own brain betrays him as he throws some popcorn in his mouth, his eyes training on the movie and trying to not look over to you cuddling up with the envoy, what does he have that I don’t? Rick grinds his teeth together as his jaw clenches, jealousy taking control of his body. It doesn’t take much to break Rick’s concentration. Just hearing you laugh at something that Takeshi has whispered into your ear is enough to make him squirm.

Quirking an eyebrow, Rick shakes his head and forces his attention back to the movie. Your favorite movie. Not that you seem to notice, too busy fucking with Takeshi’s stupid trench coat, Rick huffs before moving to stand up, who wears a damn trench coat around the house, anyways?

“I’m getting something to eat,” he declares, mostly to himself, excusing himself from the room and rushing to the kitchen. Setting the bowl down, Rick grips the edge of the sink and watches as your hands brush a stray strand of hair out of Takeshi’s face. Turning away, Rick opens the cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. He knows he probably shouldn’t be drinking, but there you were, the love of his life, sitting and flirting with another man. Twisting off the cap of the bottle, Rick takes 3 gulps of the brown liquor before you round the corner and enter the kitchen with eyebrows raised in speculation.

“Rick? Why are you drinking,” you ask softly, opening a bag of popcorn and placing it in the microwave while hardly taking your eyes off of him. Rick glances at you with discontent before taking another swig of the bottle, the liquid burning his throat and lighting up his stomach.

“Because I can? Not like it matters to you,” he responds with venom laced words while you purse your lips. You were absolutely sick and tired of this behavior. You knew he didn’t like Takeshi staying with you and him and you know that he doesn’t like Takeshi one bit, but you wanted to assume that despite it being well over a week at this point Rick would get over himself. Evidently not, you think as you watch the man you love take another big gulp of the shitty whiskey that he keeps solely for the purpose of getting drunk.

“God damn it, Rick. I am so fucking sick of your fucking pity party. Get over it,” you whisper harshly, not wanting Takeshi to know what is occurring twenty feet away from him, though he can probably hear everything. Rick stalks in front of you, his jugular vein popping out of his neck while his hand clasps the bottle of Jack Daniels. Nodding his head, he shoves the bottle in your hand before leaving the kitchen area and heading for his room.

Setting the bottle on the counter, your body shakes with anger while tears threaten to roll down your face. After taking a moment to collect your breath, you walk back into the living room and climb onto Takeshi’s lap, legs spread over onto each side of his lean hips. Looking up to you, Tak notes the way your eyes brim with unshed tears and your body shakes with anger. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was wrong. So instead, Tak waits for you to talk while your hands clench this fabric of his jacket.

“Tak, fuck me hard until I can’t walk.”

Rick stumbles out of bed before looking at the clock on his drawer.

“2:43, fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles in his gravely southern accent to himself as he rubs his temples. Maybe it wasn’t his brightest idea to chug down that much whiskey in that short of a time, but he wanted to forget just for a little while. Rolling his shoulders back, Rick nears the door but a repeating banging sound alerts him. Grabbing his gun, he prowls down the hall, the sound growing louder as he approaches your door. Pressing his ear up against the wooden door, his blood runs cold.

“Fuck, Tak. You feel so fucking good. Harder,” your unmistakable voice echoes through the door as grunts and moans follow.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Feel so good around my cock. Cum for me, angel,” Rick backs into the opposite wall, the shock and hurt swallowing him up as he runs back to his room, locking the door and sinking to the floor. That’s it, he got her.

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The squad watches Rick throw punch after punch after punch to the bag, his muscles rippling with each swing as sweat gathers on his brow bone and his body, clinging his grey shirt to his body, unintentionally highlighting each and every toned muscle on Rick’s body.

“Damn, someone must have really pissed him off, I ain’t neva seen him like this,” Harley comments, exaggerating the word ‘really’ as she watches with lust. Nobody could really blame her though, he was a sight to see at the moment. His normally calm demeanor long gone and replaced with an animalistic urge.

“I wonder what happened,” DuBois watches with intent, noticing the way Rick’s anger seems to spike up ten-fold when you and your new pet project happen to walk by the window leading to the floor above, neither looking down as they pass. DuBois’s attention then shifts back to Rick who’s fists continue to pound into the sandbag without a moment of reprieve until the bag flies off the hook that was keeping it up.

Heaving, Rick feels the eyes of his squad watch him with anticipation at his next move. Not one of them daring to move or make a sound, unsure how to respond to the suddenly vicious nature of their normally collected superior coming out in such a controlled environment.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?” He questions, head whipping around to face his team who just stare back at him. Suddenly, Harley takes a step forward, ignoring the way DuBois shakes his head in an attempt to tell her not to provoke the colonel.

“Fuck’s wrong with ya, Flag? What’s got ya panties in a twist? You need to get laid or something,” Harley doesn’t notice the way Rick marches toward her til he’s standing right in front of her. “Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, Quinn. You don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout,” Harley’s eyes darken in anger as she purses her lips before shoving a finger into Flag’s chest.

“Where do you get off telling me to shut my mouth. It ain’t my fault you can’t get a girl. It most certainly ain’t my fault that you were too late to fuck (Y/N),” Rick’s eyes narrow at the woman, “yeah, don’t think we didn’t notice the way your mood progresses down the drain the closer (Y/N) and Tak get. So why don’t you take it out on somebody else, but not us,” Harley concludes before walking off, the rest of the squad following her out save for DuBois who clasps a hand on Rick’s shoulder.

“You really need to get laid, mate. It might help you,” Rick contemplates Robert’s words as the former assassin walks away, leaving Rick to his own thoughts.

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You laugh as you walk through the door with Tak following closely behind before shutting your door. Placing your bag down you move to pop open a bottle of wine when a high pitch voice giggling steers your concentration to the hall.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, Ricky,” the culprit walks out of Rick’s room and allows you to get a better look at the woman. She has a nice body, you note to yourself, sun kissed skin with an ample bosom and an hourglass waist. But what you notice the most is the hickeys that were beginning to form on her neck and the fact that she is naked. Normally, you would be seeing red. After all, you’ve spent so much time on trying to win Rick and get with him, but for some reason, seeing the naked woman doesn’t really get a reaction out of you. Maybe it’s partially because of the talk that you and Tak just had.

Tak, on the other hand, has mixed thoughts about what’s in front of him. He was half expecting you to be throwing a fit by now but then he also can’t believe the audacity Rick has. From what Tak can tell about your relationship with Rick is that you have given your everything for Rick and Rick just continues to take advantage of it time after time.

“Hey Sav, you forgot your-” Rick rushes out of his room, hair disheveled and pants hanging low on his hips and in his hand, a bright pair of red underwear, however, upon seeing you in the doorway with Takeshi right behind you, Rick can’t help but feel a twang of guilt. Instead of making a scene like Rick thought you would, you simply grab Tak’s hand and maneuver away from the hooker and into your bedroom without sparing Rick another glance.

“Thanks, Rick. Same time next week?” Rick struggles to look between the crack of your door while Savannah plucks her underwear out of his hands.

“Actually, no. I don’t think I’ll be needing it.” Rick offers her a small smile as she shrugs, leaving the apartment and Rick alone. Shaking his head, Rick peers through the crack before pushing the door open, only to see you sitting on Tak’s lap while Tak mindlessly plays with your hair. “What the hell is going on here?”

You look up from your laptop to Rick in the doorway, shirt still off and various lipstick prints over his toned body. “What do you mean? I’m just trying to get some work done?” Rick resists the urge to roll his eyes at your obliviousness before he’s gesturing to you on Tak’s lap.

“That. Why are you on his lap?” You look back at Tak with a smile, his hand finding a place on your thigh and gently squeezing in support before you turn back to Rick.

“Well, actually, Tak and I were just talking and… I’m thinking about going back with him.” Rick’s heart drops and shatters into pieces but he would be damned if he let it show.

“What?” The question is quiet as he tries to wrap his brain around what you just said. “What did you say?” He looks between you and Tak in confusion. Just how could this happen?

“Once the portal is back up, she’s coming with me,” Tak comments emotionlessly. In one way, he is ecstatic that you would be willing to try a relationship out with him, but he doesn’t know just how much danger he would be putting you in by bringing you back and if something happened to you like something happened to Quell, he truly doesn’t know how he would live with himself. Of course, when he was discussing it with you about an hour ago, he could practically see the way your eyes lit up with excitement and the prospect, but Tak knows you. He knows that once you go with him, you’re going to immediately regret it and want to go back home. Back to Rick. And that part scares him.

“No,” Rick takes a step back, heart hammering against his chest, “no, you can’t go back.” Rick’s vision starts to blur as he leans on the frame, slowly sliding down the post and you’re quick to jump up from Tak’s lap and rush to Rick’s side, looking him over in confusion.

“Rick, are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” Rick shakes his head, pushing you away as he struggles to take deep breaths. He honestly can’t remember the last time he had a panic attack like this, and he hates it.

“No, just leave me alone.” He rushes out the door and to his room, confusion settling in. What did he do to drive you away? What does Takeshi Kovacs have that he doesn’t? With a rather dumb idea in mind, he pulls out his phone and dials the only number he knows will help, no matter the cost.

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The drive to Belle Reve is longer than it typically is. Maybe it’s because of the tight tension in the car or maybe it’s a sinking gut feeling, but whatever it was, you’re anxious to get back to your project.

As Rick pulls into the parking lot, your eyes widen at the plume of smoke rising from the scientific division. “No, no, no.” You jump out of the car and ignore the calls of Rick and Tak to come back only to run toward the fire and hope that it wasn’t your life’s work.

Looking back and forth between each other, both men rush after you and into the building where it only takes minutes to find you, collapsed on the ground and in tears.

Sinking to his knees, Tak fumes silently as he takes you into his strong arms. Despite the fire looking like an accident, Tak’s envoy intuition is telling him that it’s anything but, but he doesn’t really care about that right now. In any case he’s relieved. He’s relieved that the machine is broken and he’s relieved that you and him won’t be able to go back. Sure he’s now mortal, but he’d rather be mortal than have you die and not be able to resurrect you. “It’s alright (Y/N). We don’t have to go back.” Tak rocks you in his arms while you sob into his chest as he looks around to all the different personnel, and to the side, he can easily spot Rick talking to Waller, a devious grin plastered on the latter’s face. “That fucking bastard.”

“What?” You look up through tear soaked lashes as Tak looks down, shaking his head, trying to protect you from the truth.

“Nothing princess, how about we go and pack some bags and leave for a while.”

“It was Rick, wasn’t it.”

“I don’t think he started it, but he definitely had a part in it.” If you had any doubts about moving on from Rick, they just flew out the window. Standing up, you wearily make your way over to where Rick and Waller stand off to the side line, both watching you with curiosity.

“(Y/L/N), I am sorry to see this damage. As it is, however, we do not have the funds to rebuild it.” You scoff and turn to Rick, rage boiling beneath the surface and before you know it, you’re punching him straight across the face and Tak is quick to watch over the whole ordeal in case things go south.

“You’re a real fucking asshole, Flag. I do not want to EVER see you again.” It hurt to say, but any man who would destroy your life’s work does not need to be in your life.

“I had to do what I had to do. I love you. I didn’t want to see you prance off with that alien when you could have a whole life with me.” Despite your heart swelling at the proclamation, you can’t help but to feel that you’re making the right choice.

“You have more than enough chances, Rick. I’m sorry, but you lost me.” Turning to Waller, you hand in your badge for the prison with a look of disdain on your face. “I want a transfer out of this hell hole.” She nods before you turn back to Tak, tears threatening to spill again. “Come on Tak, let’s go home and pack.” Grabbing Tak’s wrist, you drag him out of the building and you drag yourself out of Rick’s life.

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violetmuses · 2 years

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Mischief - Flag + Kovacs (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Mischief” (18+ MINORS DNI) || Rick Flag ft. Takeshi Kovacs

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Universe ft. “Altered Carbon” (Netflix Series)

CHARACTERS: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag ft. Modern!Takeshi Kovacs

PAIRING: Female Reader + Rick Flag ft. Takeshi Kovacs

STORYLINE: When Rick invites Kovacs back home after the Enchantress mission and you cross their path, who knows what will happen?

Author’s Note: Hey! 2016 Rick is here with Modern Takeshi. Feedback would greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work. As a warning, this One-Shot also includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜

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2016

Colonel Rick Flag kept few friends around, especially since June walked out of his life, never coming back. No matter how strong Moone and Flag both tried to act not long after the Enchantress mission took place, that everlasting trauma soon ruined their shared bond, forever shattering an otherwise beautiful connection.

By now, weeks had passed since his breakup. Flag nearly fell within the comfort of seclusion to avoid the outside world, but one text message caught his attention out of nowhere:

Kovacs: Flag! In town for business. Do you still celebrate Mardi Gras or do I have to bar hop through Bourbon Street alone tonight?

For the first time in quite a while, Rick sat in the living room and allowed himself to smile before answering Takeshi’s message.

Flag: Good to hear from you, brother. Don’t worry, I’m never too busy this time of year.

It was true. Flag had taken small steps up until this point, cleaning up the house and leaving his bed to grocery shop time and time again. There was no other choice between deployments. This small Louisiana town offered refuge in so many ways.

And yet, the very mention of visiting Mardi Gras this year had cracked a code. Rick knew so much better than to keep sulking. Even Lieutenant Edwards, a now late comrade and friend, would’ve encouraged this man days earlier to party soon.

Now, five years later, because Lieutenant Edwards sadly passed away during the Enchantress mission, only Rick and Takeshi remained. In truth, the least that Rick could do is to keep his spirit up, if not for Edwards, but surely for himself and Tak.

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Despite his excitement for Mardi Gras coming soon, Flag didn’t echo music while picking Takeshi up from a conference center. Playing songs out loud had been reserved for Edwards and Rick honestly wouldn’t feel joy again for a while.

“Damn, Rick. Can’t you talk to heaven before picking me up?” Tak grumbles through Louisiana heat after packing his briefcase into the truck and reaching that passenger side. The dress shirt that Kovacs has worn from a previous meeting of big-time executives has already soaked through with sweat.

“Nice to see you too, Kovacs.” Rick allows himself to laugh before hiking up the air condition system found here in his truck.

“Look, we texted earlier, but I didn’t come here for pleasantries, all right? When was the last time you blew off steam?” Tak probes as Rick pulls away from the curb.

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It’s once again your favorite time of year here in Louisiana.

As always, delicious aromas spark through open doors of cultured restaurants. Fun live bands seem to groove on every corner as New Orleans peaks with activity.

By the time night owls have descended upon those cobblestone paths, you’ve already served countless drinks, smiling as patrons head out to dance with the community outside.

Your smile returns as soon as one familiar face enters this bar. Colonel Rick Flag has arrived, out of uniform and ready for another much-needed break between deployments.

This time around, Rick hides that military buzz-cut by sporting a dark New Orleans Saints football team cap. At the very least, he’s proudly wearing fake gold beads that clasp around his neck and wearing a black t-shirt despite the heatwave.

Yet, you soon realize that Flag isn’t alone.

The man walking alongside Rick definitely looks out of place, not even wearing the color scheme of attire that somehow fits this occasion. This stranger only cares about the heat, sporting one shirt that looks too small for his own strong build.

“Brought a new friend with you, Colonel?” You say, eying Flag and prepping his usual drink of choice.

“Hey, Darling. This is Takeshi.” Rick gestures between you and Takeshi before taking his well-deserved drink from you. Meanwhile, Takeshi notices you without giving much of a smile, clearly thinking of something else.

“Welcome, Takeshi.” You know so much better than to ask questions about Rick’s new guest, but at least Lieutenant Edwards smiled at folks before his unfortunate passing.

“Hello,” Takeshi nearly deadpans his voice towards you, but Rick catches him and shoots one damning glare.

“What can I get for you?” You remain professional, waiting for Takeshi to respond before long.

“Whiskey, please.” Takeshi clips those two words and you even notice that Rick has started cringing on your behalf.

“Got it.” You face Takeshi. Rick wants to shake his head and walk out, feeling ashamed to nearly ruin his favorite night with someone like Tak around.

“I’m sorry.” Rick whispers to you between sips from his own drink as you give Tak the whiskey.

“Look, he’s not my first disgruntled customer. You know that, Rick.” You offer the truth to Flag, but continue working for other patrons here in this bar.

“See you later?” Rick questions you while grinning minutes later, tipping you early and sliding off this barstool.

“Keep Takeshi in check, Colonel.” You affirm this suggestion, but wink for a moment before Flag and Takeshi walk out during your shift.

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“Who was that?” Tak questions Rick not long after leaving your spot. Countless people dance or crowd in the blocked off streets, still enjoying this annual holiday.

“One of the coolest bartenders I know.” While facing Takeshi, Rick compliments you and drops his empty plastic cup into the nearest trash can.

He’s tipsy without danger now, having picked up more drinks for himself and Tak from a stand perched out here. One brass band thunders with grooves right down this exact street, filling his mind with memories of dancing like a kid with Edwards.

“She looks good.” Tak might’ve picked up whiskey too early because his next words prompt Rick to trade narrowed eyes again.

“Come on. I always want to have a good time here, but you shouldn’t be rude to people.” Rick warns once more. No matter how cold he acted around Task Force X on duty, Flag knows that respect matters and Tak still isn’t kind. “Don’t think I forgot about how you treated her.”

“Somebody sounds jealous.” Tak dares to reach the proverbial jugular with Rick and corners himself near one sidewalk to avoid that too-loud brass band.

“I’m not jealous, Kovacs. Like I said, you’re just rude.” Rick crosses both tattooed arms after turning his cap backwards while standing on the sidewalk.

Takeshi rolls both eyes, no longer wanting to argue with Flag.

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You jog out of the door almost immediately after finishing your shift at the bar. With enough free time left, you could meet up with Rick and hopefully perk up Takeshi’s mood. This brand-new stranger must be a grouch while drunk or something.

One of many brass bands still plays out on the street tonight and you spot Rick first, waving to him across the barricaded pavement.

“Y/N!” Rick’s fitting Southern accent calls out your name across the street, but Takeshi continues sulking with another drink cradled in his large hand.

“Any ideas for how we’ll get Takeshi to stop pouting?” You joke with Rick, who offers this halfway as you all stand to hear music.

“I’m just here for the alcohol.” Tak deadpans near you, still numb.

“Whatever.“ You brush off Takeshi’s comment and palm Rick’s hand instead, already starting to have fun.

For the first time since returning home now, Rick genuinely chuckles while enjoying time with you to these live rhythms. He’s thankful that you haven’t lost joy through many years.

Feeling loose and tipsy enough to stop sulking, Kovacs watches in silence, quietly humored by this sight.

A decorated but short-tempered Colonel is dancing with someone he knows, not allowing anger to dictate his every move. At least not tonight.

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Once transportation has been called to return home safely, you’re wearing Rick’s New Orleans Saints football cap, hiding your eyes because the hat is too big. Of course Tak sits up front with the driver, still trying to give himself extra leg room.

By some miracle, all three of you pile into the vehicle, scheduled to reach Flag’s home soon. There’s no point in trekking to your place alone this late at night, especially considering how much spare room Rick keeps back at his own house.

You talk near Rick while sitting in the back seat, still catching with him during this car ride.

“Thanks for helping us out tonight.” Rick compliments you once more and offers another rare expression of joy.

“No problem. It would be nice if your friend Tak actually smiles, though.” While speaking to Rick, you jut your chin towards the front seat, where Takeshi hasn’t heard anything.

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It’s still quite late at night when all three of you are safely dropped off at Rick’s home and you settle in the living room.

“Do you want your own drink, Darling?” Rick asks, calling out to you in the kitchen after washing his hands.

“Not yet, Rick, but thank you.” You clear your throat, waiting for Flag to return to the living room. Across this space. Takeshi almost manspreads while sitting in the nearest empty chair, totally silent again.

Rick sets down one small platter of snacks along with three more glasses onto the coffee table. He then looks up at you with another rare smile, grateful to see you once more.

He’s missed you, but won’t admit it, especially since June broke his heart. Long before chaos of ARGUS and Task Force X overtook his military service, Rick knew you, always keeping his emotions private.

“Tak gets my couch and you’ll have the guest room. All right?” Rick lays down the plan for sleeping arrangements. You nod, understanding.

“Okay. Thanks.” You tell Rick, planning to keep your distance. This property would always be his home and you so much knew better than to cross boundaries.

“What the hell?” On the other hand, Tak furrows his brow, clearly not pleased by this change of events.

“Don’t worry, it’s a pull-out couch, Tak.” Rick speaks up while facing Kovacs. You try not to smirk because of Flag’s comment.

“All right. Good night, you two. Thanks, Rick.” You clear your throat once more and head towards the guest room, ready for bed.

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Not even twenty minutes later, both Rick and Tak can’t wait anymore. These two men stand in front of the guest room.

Rick softly knocks first, hoping that you haven’t fallen asleep already. All it takes is mutual consent from you and tonight would go into a completely different direction.

“Come in.” You hear knocking that almost doesn’t reach your ears, but turn on the nightstand lamp, calling out for either Rick or Tak.

“Hey,” Rick greets you, but you notice that Tak is standing alongside Rick. Out of nowhere, your body heats up, not even feeling horrified.

“Hi,” You answer Rick, but want them both, no matter how standoffish Tak acted in the bar earlier. “Everything okay?”

“Can all three of us talk about something? It’s important.” Rick knows exactly what he wants, but your agreement or refusal makes all the difference tonight.

“Yeah.” You nod, making full eye contact with Rick and Tak while sitting on the bed.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to do anything, but I was thinking that we could have a little bit more fun tonight. Could we?” Flag keeps his words vaguely respectful, but you’re not stupid.

“Yes.” Facing both Rick and Takeshi, you consent to this moment without fail now, sitting up against the headboard.

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While sitting on the bed, Rick kisses you first and you can already taste booze, not even feeling sick. His fingers gently pinch your chin as he caresses your face.

Tak watches everything unfold and stands in the background, waiting for his turn. His own erection strains for you, pulsing over and over again at the center of his pants.

Rick dares to kiss your neck after removing your t-shirt and unfastening that bra, but your piercing eyes stare Tak down from a crossway angle.

Fuck. Tak thinks, not lying to himself this time. You’re gorgeous. He’s already fantasizing of how tight you’ll might feel while possibly clenching around him.

On the bed, Rick kneads your breasts while sitting right behind you now, giving Tak a full view of what he’s missed.

Your panties have soaked right through at this point. If you wait any longer, you’ll explode without even getting to fuck Rick or Tak this evening.

“Who should go inside of you first, Baby? Huh?” Rick’s Southern drawl teases your ear from behind and you nearly spill because of his damn accent.

“Shit. You, Rick. You. Your response to Flag trembles, but you can’t help giving out that truth as he dips capable fingers between your folds. You buck against his fingers, trying not to come.

Across the room, you see Tak struggle to keep composure through lidded eyes. He’s already taken off his boxers and started jerking off, spilling precum at the tip because of you.

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Rick can’t help looming over you once he wears a condom and plunges right into your core. Your legs clasp around his bare waist and you still clutch around him, out of words. All you can do for him is scream through every wall of this bedroom.

“Come for me. Please, Darling.” His Southern accent rasps towards you again.

“Oh my God.” You obediently spill, crying to Flag in the name of bliss.

Meanwhile, Tak still waits his turn, but almost impatiently. He’s edged himself over and over again, nearly overwhelmed because of how good you look while clenching around Rick.

“Hey,” Flag whispers to you, caressing your face once more leaving the bed. You’ve cooled down after Rick slides out of your core and disposes that condom, sadly feeling hollow despite an amazing orgasm.

“More.” After settling down even further and still wanting more, you sit up, craving attention from Takeshi this time.

“Oh?” Tak deviously smiles for a moment while facing you and takes another condom from inside the nightstand. and Rick catches that exchange.

“She wants more?” Flag arches his brow and crosses both tattooed arms.

“Apparently so. More out of the way, Colonel.” Tak makes a joke for the first time all night.

But what Takeshi has planned for you next isn’t a laughing matter.

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“Look at him.” Despite clenching his teeth through words, Tak is deliciously arrogant now.

You palm the nearest wall as Takeshi stands completely naked and bends you over. He's wearing another condom while slamming into your core from behind. By this point, he’s pulled your hair back, forcing your eye contact with Rick as you whimper.

Your breasts shake time and time again as you look down between shadows of the bedroom, not caring about anything else. You only want to chase another orgasm because of these men.

Yet, Tak suddenly can’t keep up, spilling before he can stop himself from breaking composure.

“Come on. Fuck me.” You feel so tight while clutching around him that his usually darkened voice now pitches much higher and tears spring towards both lidded hazel eyes.

“Oh, God!” You shout for Tak, slamming your hand against the wall right before another incredible orgasm washes over you.

Before your knees can finally buckle to the floor, both Tak and Rick catch you, making a point to check in with the lights on.

“Hey, Darlin’.” Taking the lead first, Rick pinches your chin between his fingers once more and kisses you, trying to settle down your overstimulated body.

“Hi, Rick.” You smile at him once he lays you back down on the bed.

“Hey, Y/N.” Tak says your name and looks just as gentle, leaning inward to kiss you as well.

“Good night, you two.” You barely speak to them, overcome by exhaustion at last.

All three of you cradle in this bed, not leaving each other’s sides.

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heresathreebee · 2 years

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[Takeshi Kovacs X Female Reader]

Summary: I dunno pink latex and public sex? Not much of a plot in this one Masterlist

Tag(s): unedited/ no beta. 18+ | 4.3k words | Porn without plot, swearing, private sex club setting (voyeuristic), dom/sub dynamic (Sir/Kitten), petting and breast play, collared/light choking, cockwarming, unprotected (please and thank you wear condoms irl) reverse cowgirl, & a little rough at the end.

“Well, this is backwards.”

You couldn’t help but agree. For once, it was you standing at his door– about to ask him for his help (not that you needed it… except you totally could use the back up). Still, it irked you to have him point it out.

“Are you going to let me in, or…?” Tak stepped out of the way and waved you in. "This place is like a prison cell. You live like this?"

"You shoulda seen the Raven," he jested. His lame joke earned him a very irate lecture from the offended AI. "Relax, Poe, I was saying it was nice. In a luxurious and… macabre sort of way."

"I would expect nothing less," you gave Poe a smile and asked him where the whiskey was. "Can you give us a moment, Poe?"

"Certainly," the AI replied. He shot a deathly glare at Tak before disappearing into the ether.

Now alone with Tak, you pour yourself two fingers and knock it back with a tight grimace. You never liked hard liquors like that, they burned your sinuses like huffing nail polish. But you were going to need it for the road ahead.

"Since you're not pouring one for me, I assume this isn't a social call." Tak settles himself in a beat up loveseat– the closest thing in the sparse room one could call comfortable. "Should I be worried?"

"No, no…" you steeled your nerves with a deep breath and your next words came rushing together on the exhale– "I need you… to attend a sort of… party. With me."

Tak stared at you.

"For my protection," you finished wishing you had another drink.

After a long moment, Tak nodded. "Ok."

"Ok?" Your jaw dropped. "That's it? Just ok?"

"Pretty much, yeah," he said as he jutted his jaw out to mask the amusement in his face. "Anything else?"

You sighed hoarsely and plopped yourself on the edge of his bed– more like an army cot really. "Don't– agree to anything yet. You don't know anything about this club…"

"What's there to know," he shrugged. "I bring my guns, you do whatever it is you're doing, I kill anyone in your way."

"Well first of all you are most definitely not bringing more than one gun they will not let us past the front door. And secondly…" you slumped against the wall with hot ears, unable to meet his eyes. "It's a club for people with a certain… dynamic."

That vague explanation only served to make him smile wider.

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Ok so… maybe your idea to attend this dom/sub party club was a little self indulgent. Anyone from your crew could have gone, but you volunteered. Anyone from your crew could have been your partner, but you sought outside help for this mission. You tried very hard to convince yourself that it was because you were the best one for the job and you wanted to wear an unworn outfit from your closet.

Takeshi was waiting for you. You found him awash in the neon lights from the soup shop on the corner. He was lighting up his second cigarette and scanning the pedestrians on the street. Finally, his eyes landed on you– and his fresh cigarette landed in a puddle.

The clicking of your heels slowed to a stop as you reached him and you stood for a long time in awkward silence. "What? What are you looking at?"

Tak looked at you like you were crazy– did you not know what you were wearing? Instead of commenting, he sighed long and hard. His hand hovered over the exposed strip of skin between your top and your skirt as he guided you to walk beside him.

"Let's just get this over with," he sighed as his fingers twitched.

The barbie pink latex of your outfit squeaked with every swish of your hips. Your heels only served to enhance your swagger, and dialing the whole look up to a ten was the spiked pink collar around your throat. Unbeknownst to you, Tak couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he nearly tripped on some street trash.

"One more thing," you grabbed Tak's arm and pulled him to stop a building away. "We have to sell this. Don Giacomo will never speak with us if we can't play our parts to a tee. Which is why you'll need this."

You handed him a leash. His face was unreadable as he ran a thumb over the black leather. It was one of many surprises you had sprung on him these past two nights and he was rolling with the punches now.

"So what should I call you?"

"Excuse me?" You had begun to pull Tak into a walk, now feeling a little tingly as your leash brushed over your chest and repeatedly caught on one of your very visible nipples. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Tak said with a patronizing slowness, "most submissives have pet names. So what are we thinking? Brat? Princess?”

You clenched your jaw so tight that it hurt.

“How about Kitten?” You gave Tak a confused look and in answer, he flicked the faux cat ears on your headband. You swallowed your tongue and nodded your approval. His hovering hand finally settled onto your waist and your entire body warmed against the cool night air. “Kitten it is.”

The bouncers in synth sleeves allowed you entrance with your forged electronic pass. You and Tak walked in sync (with you a tiny little step behind so you could push him forward but look like you were being pulled). You found a set of couches with a perfect vantage point of the entire lounge. There were dozens of people milling about with fancy drinks and staff bringing platters of illicit substances to sample. Exactly the kind of place to get an invite to an even bigger party.

Or drown in a pool of your own blood.

Thankfully, Takeshi was there. His hand at your waist grounded you mentally and physically as you both pushed through into the belly of the beast.

"This seat taken?," Tak asked one of the patrons in this circle set of couches. When a man (a dom by the way his partners hung around him) shook his head, Tak thanked him with a nod and guided you forward. You started to sit on the furniture when you were stopped by a gentle 'tsk' sound. "On the floor, Kitten."

You stared at Tak. He was enjoying this (of course he was). And you didn't possess the nuance required to pretend like you weren't because to everyone else, you were supposed to enjoy it too (god, you wish his commanding voice didn't make you so weak in the knees). Slowly, you slid to the floor, keeping your eyes trained on his face as you did and watching a flash of approval cross his features.

He sat on the couch, lounging like he owned the place. One hand behind his head and the other lazing in his lap with the hand hold of the leash around his wrist. At least you weren't the only sub sitting on the floor.

While Tak chatted up the doms, you surveyed the room. No doubt every surface in here was sticky by the end of every night, there were people having sex left and right. No matter where you looked, somewhere in your peripheral was someone getting blown or eaten out or penetrated. It made your heart race to think it might be needed to blend in…

"Come here, Kitten." Tak's hand burned as it glided over your shoulder, between the valley of your breasts, and hooked around your waist.

He pulled you haphazardly into his lap, maneuvering so you were between his legs and draped atop his chest like a human blanket. You smoothed your hands over his hips and captured his arm against you as if to beg him not to let go. It wasn't much of a stretch to your real desires, though, was it?

You closed your eyes and pretended not to listen to the doms talk. Tak's questions were probing, and his voice rumbled in his chest in a way that made your nipples tighten. Tak, possibly unconsciously, lightly untangled his arm from your grasp and settled his big hand on your boob. The latex squeaked noisily (covering your own helpless squeak beneath it).

"I've got a nice rotation of subs," said the sleazy Patrick Bateman type dom. "About seven of them. What about you?"

Tak squeezed your boob again. "Just this one. I like my little Kitten, fits into my hands and around my cock like she was made for it."

He said that last part into your ear and you peeked your eyes open. The tenting at the apex of his thighs had not gone unnoticed and was poking you insistantly on your back. Tak was looking right at you as he cupped your other breast and squeezed it, as if testing your reaction.

As if he was asking how far you wanted to take this.

In answer, you wiggled your hips under the guise of getting comfortable– and consequently rubbed your behind over his hard-on. There was some pride to be taken when Tak swallowed roughly and his eyes went dark.

He sat up suddenly, thrusting you forward into a sitting position and pressing you hard into chest, effectively trapping you. "Go to the bar and get me a drink, Kitten."

The fringe of his hair fell into his eyes and he released you to complete your task. You stood up on shaky legs and trotted over to the bar, dodging serves offering other delights. The instant you enter a dark corner, Tak calls you on your oni with an update.

"Your guy just walked in," he murmured so as not to be heard by others. "How's about you drop off that drink and follow one of his subs to the restroom."

"What for?" You ordered a whiskey straight and leaned on the bar to coax your skirt back down over your thighs.

"If you wanna prove we're legit," came his gravelling (slightly smug) whisper, "you're gonna need to take one for the team. And this one is too big to take without some pregame."

You nearly fell off the bar. You had felt how big his sleeve's thing was… he was bragging but it was deserved. You took a deep breath and prayed a little fingering would be enough.

The walk from the bar to Takeshi was a blur. You bend at the waist to hand him his drink and he once again petted your strappy top as a reward. "May I go to the little girls room?"

It felt a little ridiculous to ask but that's the game you were playing now. "Of course, Kitten. Hurry back."

"Yes, sir." Takeshi's hazel eyes flashed at the honorific.

Finally, you looked up and saw Don Giacomo entering the club surrounded by at least fifteen subs in neon green leather. Some covered head to toe, others wearing nothing but a strip of it around their necks. A gaggle of feminine presenting ones split off and made for the restrooms in the back.

Tak wasn't clairvoyant (at least you don't think he is) but the set up worked like a charm. You found an empty stall and fixed your outfit one more time, listening to the subs chatter amongst themselves.

"Did you see him??"

"Who? The envoy?"

"Oh my god, yes! Isn't he just gorgeous?!"

This! This is the reason you needed to have Takeshi as your partner. He may be wearing a cop's face, but he was beginning to build his own reputation in it (Bancroft's little Meth parties probably helped some too). And it's definitely the only reason that you have found yourself pressing your heated back to the cold metal stall door and massaging your fingers over your inner thigh right now.

Gotta take one for the team, right? A little pregame– except instead of downing shots of the cheap stuff at home to go get drunk at a bar, you were working yourself open to get dicked down in front of a bunch of gangsters and thugs by the deadliest man in the room. You should have been taking pictures to commemorate the occasion.

You hiss through your teeth as you stuff two fingers into your entrance. From the moment Tak looked you up and down outside the club, you have been slowly dampening your satin thong to the point of ruin. There's no way your panties survive the night, none!

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Takeshi was worried. You could take care of yourself, but you were gone for a while and Giacomo was starting to piss him off. He was just like every other fucking Meth– couldn't buy a clue despite his weath and sick in the head. If you weren't back soon, he was going to put a bullet between his eyes.

That's when Giacomo's hungry eyes flicked from Tak's face to just behind him. You leaned over Tak’s shoulder and dropped a kiss on his cheek, and for once Tak let his instincts take over as he gripped the back of your head to pull you into a deeper kiss. He let you go and didn’t miss the way your pulse seemed to be pounding uncontrollably.

“Missed you, Kitten,” he whispered against your lips, “thought you fell in.”

Unconsciously, you rolled your eyes in front of everyone. “Starting to sound like my dad.”

Kovacs didn't take offense or pretend to, he just chuckled and guided you around the couch. You were surprised when his hold changed from your hand to your hips and even more surprised when he seated you between his legs again. You settled back against him and it was like you never left.

"My my," Don Giacomo purred patronizingly, "now that is endearing, isn't it?"

You could tell by the way he was eyeing you up, he meant your sleeve. You resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze– it was your birth sleeve, with no visual enhancements like Meths could afford for their partners. You were shapely in areas and flat in others, your body bore scars and signs of aging and, well, life. You would not be shamed for that.

Indeed, how could you feel any shame at all with the way Takeshi Kovacs caressed and held you? There was something worshipful and praising in his touch, not just over your erogenous zones but everywhere. Everywhere that his body made contact with yours filled you with a sense of reverence. You were something important, something special to him. His touch set your world on fire.

"Don Giacomo, you never finished telling that story about that time you shot Dimi the Twin." One of the doms was eager to engage with the don and thankfully chose his favorite topic– a story about himself. While Giacomo was setting the scene, Tak was about to make one…

“Hm, Tak?,” you frantically whispered. You were fine with Tak’s warm hands sliding down over your thighs, but then he was pulling the latex of your skirt up and exposing you to your company. “What are you doing?”

"Whatever I wanna do," he answered back loud enough for your couch neighbors to hear. "Think you can handle a little job for me, Kitten?"

You clenched your thighs to put pressure where you needed it (and consequently trap one of his hands between them). You couldn't gather the sense to speak so you looked up at him and nodded. Tak's eyes were soft and dark as he finally pulled your skirt over your hips and helped you sit up.

The first instruction he gave was nonverbal– a small thrust of his hips that forced you to direct your attention to the straining bulge of his pants. Your hands were shaking from excitement as you struggled to remove the button from its hole. Tak offered no help, he only smirked and admired the way your breast jiggled from the force of breaking the button free.

As you slid your hand inside his underwear to free his cock, Tak's voice came low and sultry. "What I want you to do is take that pretty, little cunt of yours–"

You gasped as his hand clamped around your throat to maneuver you up to your feet and to slide down onto his thick shaft.

"-- and keep my cock nice…" he grunted as you clenched around him unexpectedly, "and warm."

With trembling thighs and shaking breath, you forced yourself to relax at the sudden intrusion. Tak was big. As in: oh fuck I thought I could eat a foot long sandwich but it turns out 12 inches is way too much. You sink down three more inches on him and gasp as his girth stretches you further and further. The rough scrape of the calluses on his hands was the only thing keeping your soul tethered to your body but not for long.

“OooOOOh fuuuuck!”

Tak’s big hands gently hold you as his hips raised to insert the rest of his cock. Luckily, the thickest part of his cock was the middle and the rest passed with ease. Once he was fully sheathed, your eyes rolled back into your head and you almost, almost came from the exhilaration of it all.

"Good girl, Kitten," Tak praised, "goood girl. Now stay just like that. Stay still."

Stay still? Stay still?! How the hell were you supposed to stay still? Sure, for a minute or two you needed to adjust, but then? Then he was under you and inside of you, stretching you out with an appendage begging to be rode on. And he wanted you to just sit on it?!

Good girls obey but this was torture. You tried laying on top of him for a while. He continued to make light conversation with your target and ignored the ache and squeeze of your wet canal. When laying against him became too hot to bear, you shifted back into the seated position making both of you groan. Tak put a hand on your belly in warning.

One swivel of your hips and his cock dragged with sweet sweet relief just a tiny bit. You didn't move further and the doms went back to talking, although you definitely caught them looking at you. A chill went up your spine for a moment– you had forgotten about the hundreds of eyes around you– and yet you felt a sudden greedy pride at your position.

You were Tak's little Kitten, no one else would take him like you were doing now. They couldn't because he was yours. At least for now.

You're not sure how many dizzying minutes passed with you breathing in circles and meditating on the small discomfort of being stuffed full, but eventually, you yelped embarrassingly loud as Tak hooked a thick forearm around your waist and sat up.

The first words he had said to you in an hour were whispered filth. "I'm so proud of you, Kitten, you did so good sitting on my cock. You ready to come on it now?"

"Yes sir," your voice was scratchy as the desperation of your words clawed their way up your throat. "Please make me come."

Tak's hold on your waist hardened and he held your legs open by hooking them over his knees. "Show these people how good I can make you feel."

And just like that, there were suddenly three fingers rubbing circles and putting pressure on your neglected clit. You growled and whimpered at the onslaught of pleasure, hips bucking for more friction and fingers clawing at the arm holding you down. He wasn't going to let you ride him after all, but he was definitely going to make you come.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, sir!" You managed to wrap an arm around his broad shoulders to support yourself and inadvertently open him up to access your chest. He stopped touching you for only a second to rip your top down and expose your breasts, then dropped his hand back to the task and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

You were a babbling mess, the panties he pushed to the side were cutting into your thigh and you just needed a tiny bit more. Which is of course the exact moment Tak chose to bounce you lightly in his lap and finally give you what you needed to finish. And finish you did– with a massive scream.

Your vision turned black with dancing stars, gravity shifted and your throat was raw as your entire being convulses. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted you, brought you to the edge of consciousness before dialing back again. You were barely aware of your labored breathing or the electricity still firing through your body.

You come back to reality with your face no more than a foot from the floor. Your breaths came in ragged form as you tried to remember where you were. The only thing grounding you is Tak's strong grip. Gently, he pulled out of you and cradled you to his chest as you came back down from your orgasm.

"Sorry, sorry," he chuckled, "we didn't mean to interrupt. Go on, don, you were at the part where you had your gun drawn."

The don looked flustered and Tak was a little surprised to intuit it was his fault. That is until he remembered one of the many wild things he had said earlier– that all of his subs had once been doms. Giacomo would have eaten Tak alive if he wasn't so hell bent on finishing his favorite power trip story. As he started talking again, Tak picked you up and pressed his lips to your ear.

“My turn now, Kitten,” he whispered and delighted in the needy little whimper that bubbled up from your chest. “You ok if I do that?"

Your body was hyper sensitive and aware of every texture that grazed your skin from the rough and borderline painful pinch of your latex to the canvas material of his pants to the stubble on his chin and the hairs on his forearm. Still, you managed a weak nod and steeled yourself for what came next.

Tak kissed your salty brow and gently maneuvered you to lay down on the floor. it was as you had predicted earlier a little sticky, but your head was too full of clouds to lift yourself off the ground or change your mind. The only thing supporting you was Tak's strong grip, holding you up on your knees and pulling his pants down to his midthigh.

As his cock slid back inside you, you managed only a small pitiful moan and took it. Tak closed his eyes as he slid home, amazed at just how slick and stretched out you were for him. He leaned over the glass coffee table for support and glanced through it to find your fucked out face and taking mental inventory of the way your mouth hung open with a little drool spilling out. He was going to stop but gave one gentle, slow thrust to test the waters and watched your eyes roll back in pleasure and knew he couldn't.

Don Giacomo rambled on but all either of you could think of was your earthly connection.

Normally the deliberately slow pace that Rick had chosen would have done nothing for him, but this time he felt his pulse quicken and a familiar sensation creep up his spine. You were so pliable beneath him, taking everything he gave you and following his every order. Tak bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted copper and knew he was done for.

It was mere minutes before Tak's almost loving thrusts stopped. You felt the man push into you as deep as he could to fill you up and your oversensitive pussy milked him greedily for all he had, even managing the own light, rhythmic flutter of a second orgasm that ripped a broken groan from your spent partner.

The rest of the night passed on as a blur to you. You could recall being cradled to his broad chest, the feeling of his come spilling out between your thighs, and the cool night air on your sweaty skin when he carried you out of the club.

When you opened your eyes and saw painted walls and soft cotton sheets on an unfamiliar bed, you reached out for him. "Tak? Where… where are we?"

Tak shushed you and carefully divested you of your clothes and his own before carrying you into a fancy bathroom to a tub filled to the brim with bubbles. "Don't ever tell Poe I brought you here, he would freak."

So in some high class hotel, Tak helped you unwind and ground yourself from that special sub headspace that he brought you to earlier. He massaged soap to your skin and peppered sweet kisses on your shoulder until intelligence, awareness, and control returned to you. Once you were finally able to hold your head up by yourself, Tak told you that you got the invite you were looking for.

"You did such a good job for me, sweetheart," he whispered the praise in his gravelly voice and helped you dry off before depositing you back on the bed to turn out all the lights.

You didn't speak until he was back in your arms and revelled in the way his warmth seeped into your bones and caused you to drift close to sleep in seconds.

"Call me Kitten now, ok," you murmured from the edge of consciousness.

You missed the way Tak smiled with abandon, and he dropped a quick kiss to your collarbone to hide his face from view. "Yes, Kitten."

@babblydrabbly @a-reader-and-a-writer @lorecraft

#three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs smut #black reader insert

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spooky-ghosts · 2 years

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"We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood. Our eyes are yet to open... Fear the old blood."

a takeshi kovacs!monster hunter au

inspired by Bloodborne

#takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs x female reader #takeshi kovacs au #interest check

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Multi-Chapter Fics | Masterlist

✧ Rick Flag - Suicide Squad

Pairing: Rick Flag x Angel Peterson (OFC) Summary: Colonel Rick Flag is the leader of Task Force X, also known as the Suicide Squad. Angel Peterson is a meta-human inmate of Belle Reve Correctional Facility with a very unique set of gifts. Thrown together by the machinations of Amanda Waller, they find themselves forced to work as a team, but will the pair ever find happiness among the violence and bloodshed? Status: In Progress Masterlist

✧ Takeshi Kovacs - Altered Carbon

Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs x Meth!Reader Summary: Acting as hired muscle for your infinitely wealthy father, Kovacs has been keeping a very close eye on you. And although his overbearing attention gets on your nerves, there’s just something about the stupidly handsome envoy that you can’t ignore. Status: Completed Masterlist

✧ Stephen Holder - The Killing

Pairing: Stephen Holder x Detective!Reader Summary: You work for Seattle PD as the only female detective in the homicide department. When your partner retires you find yourself teamed up with the chaotic but charismatic Stephen Holder. The problem? Your feelings - and his. How long can you deny your attraction to one another... Status: Completed Masterlist

✧ Rick Flag - Suicide Squad

Pairing: Rick Flag x Nurse!Reader Summary: As a nurse, you're not supposed to have favourite patients. But for Rick Flag, you make an exception. Status: Completed Masterlist

✧ Stephen Holder & Rick Flag -The Killing/Suicide Squad

Pairing: Stephen Holder x Reader ft. Rick Flag Summary: Stephen has always lived in the shadow of his older brother, but what happens when he takes you to meet the infamous Rick for the first time? Status: Completed Masterlist

✧ Takeshi Kovacs - Altered Carbon

Pairing: Private Detective!Takeshi Kovacs x Reader Summary: A collection of drabbles set in a detective AU. When you persuade the brooding detective Takeshi Kovacs to give you a job, you don't count on developing feelings for your new boss. Status: In Progress Masterlist

✧ Erik Heller - Hanna

Pairing: Erik Heller x F!Reader Summary: A series of drabbles exploring what happens when Erik finds his way back into your life. Status: In Progress Masterlist

✧ Rick Flag - The Suicide Squad

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader Summary: You have been Colonel Rick Flag's right hand woman for the last five years. During your latest mission to Corto Maltese, you start to wonder if possibly you could be something more. Status: In Progress Masterlist

✧ Rick Flag & Takeshi Kovacs - The Suicide Squad/Altered Carbon

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader Summary: You’ve been pining over your colleague Rick Flag for a very long time. One day, he finally asks you out a for a drink, but the evening takes an unexpected turn. Status: In Progress Masterlist

✧ Frank Wagner- Johan Falk

Pairing: Frank Wagner x F!Reader Summary: As a member of the secretive GSI department of Gothenburg police, you know better than to get involved with your informants. But when it comes to Frank Wagner, it's not so easy to fight your feelings. Status: In Progress Masterlist

#masterlist #joel kinnaman #rick flag #takeshi kovacs #the suicide squad #altered carbon #fanfiction #oc appreciation #Stephen holder #the killing #frank wagner #erik heller

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lacontroller1992 · 2 years

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MISC Master List

@lacontroller1991

MAIN MASTER LIST

*NOTE: READER WILL BE FEMALE UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED*

JOEL KINNAMAN CHARACTERS

Serotonin (Stephen Holder) - Angst

Jolene (Takeshi Kovacs) - Angst

Deny It (Takeshi Kovacs) - Fluff

Savior (Stephen Holder) - Angst

STAR TREK

Scotty x Reader

James Kirk x Reader

GREY’S ANATOMY

Date Night (Addison Montgomery) - Fluff

It’s You, It’s Always Been You (Derek Shepherd) - Angst/Fluff

QUEEN/BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY (NO LONGER WRITING)

Count Me In (Roger Taylor) (Pt 1) - Angst

Count Me In (Roger Taylor) (Pt 2) - Angst

Count Me In (Roger Taylor) (Pt 3) - Angst

Get Out (Roger Taylor) - Smut

Hush Now (Roger Taylor) - Smut

I’m So Sorry (Roger Taylor x Reader x John Deacon) - Angst

Funny How Life Is (John Deacon)

Across the Universe (Brian May)

Fix You (Freddie Mercury) - Angst

#joel kinnaman #master list #takeshi kovacs x reader #stephen holder x reader #ed baldwin x reader #lacontroller1991 #for all mankind #Gordo Stevens x reader #Michael dorman

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babblydrabbly · 3 years

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what I write;

Mostly fandom x reader. My inbox is always open for requests, but I will only write if inspiration hits me personally. Drabbles will probably get out quicker. I accept requests for headcanons and imagines too.

Smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, platonic, and the occasional darkfic. I love it all.

Most of my fics are female!reader x character(s), or gender neutral!reader x character(s). Please state what you'd like in a request.

This blog is poly and multi-ship friendly <3 Please don't come into my askbox to share how you don't like a certain ship/character/actor or whatever.

If you have a request from a prompt list, please link it so I can link it too.

My ao3 is babblydrabbly. Leave a comment— I read them all and I love them!

**Unfortunately this is a sideblog, so I don't answer replies, only reblogs or asks. But believe me, I love seeing them, reader. I really do <3**

fandoms/characters I write for;

The Suicide Squad || Rick My #1 Flag, Harley Quinn, Robert DuBois, Digger Harkness, Cleo Cazo, Abner Krill, Christopher Smith, Richard Hertz.

Peacemaker || Adrian Chase, Emilia Harcourt

Birds of Prey || Harley Quinn, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli.

Justice League || Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Arthur Curry, Diana Prince, Victor Stone, Barry Allen.

Marvel/MCU

Avengers || Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Nebula, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova.

Deadpool || Wade Wilson, Cable, Domino.

Venom || Eddie Brock, Venom

Others || Tasm!Peter Parker

What We Do In the Shadows

Nandor, Nadja, Lazslo, Guillermo.

Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit

Lindir, Galadriel, Eoywn, Eomer, Haldir.

Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thrandruil, Kili, Fili.

Misc

Takeshi Kovacs - Altered Carbon

Stephen Holder - The Killing

what I do not write;

Real Person Fiction (rpf)

#babblydrabbly #mywords*#rules #theres other fandoms like daredevil and mandolorian I want to add but I have to finish the shows first lmao

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badboysdoitbetter · 6 years

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Intuition

Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs x Reader

Summary: Meeting at the Bancroft Banquet, Takeshi couldn’t help but become intrigued by your mysterious demeanor, not that he would ever admit it though.

Requested: yes. “Could you write a Takeshi x female reader , #2 ,#5, and #56 ? Thank you so much”

Warning: (slight) alcohol abuse, the F-bomb (once)

Check out my prompt list here

2. “ Not you again.. ”

5. “ Why do you hate me? ”

56. “ Are you flirting with me? ”

Working at the precinct as a detective was probably the best and worst job in the world. The benefits were good, and so were your co-workers, but the workload was enough to make you want to drop.

“(Y/N), got another case for you.” Your boss, Captain Tanaka, called you into his office. “Thomas Vanderbilt, a Meth, might be double-sleeving. I need you to get information on him, so tonight, you’re going to the Bancroft’s party and observing.”

“Mr. Tanaka, with all due respect, this isn’t really my specialty-”

“It is now. The banquet starts at 8, be there or you’re getting demoted.”

“You wouldn’t dare, I am not going back on coffee run duty. Do you know how much you people drink? I’m on a detective’s salary here!”

“Try me, (Y/N).”

°°°

Annoyed, you put on your most expensive dress, aiming not to stand out, and begrudgingly made your way to the Bancroft home.

As soon as you stepped into the house, eyes looked you over. Ignoring the lustful stares you received, you made your way towards the outer edge of the room, deciding the best approach you could attempt was to observe the way Vanderbilt acted. As your eyes wandered, you failed to notice a body stand beside yours.

“Shouldn’t someone like you be enjoying the party?” You looked to your left, you noticed the presents of someone beside you.

He thinks I’m a Meth?

“Takeshi Kovacs, right?” He nodded, beginning to respond. “Before you ask how I knew, I’ve seen you come around the precinct during my shift, so I asked Ortega about it.”

Brushing off the feeling of recognition, he smirked.

“Sorry, you just look too expensive to be working there... I haven’t even seen you there before, and trust me, I’d’ve remembered seeing such a pretty face.”

“Are you flirting with me? Wow, Kristin was way to generous describing you, from what I’ve seen in the last three minutes, I’m not impressed.” Rolling your eyes, you began to walk away, keeping an eye on your target. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.”

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Later, you found yourself standing around a pit, watching the Envoy you had met only hours before being brutally beaten. Scoffing at the pure audacity the Meth’s possessed, you decided to walk away from the scene.

Takeshi Kovacs. You thought, intrigued by his actions throughout the entire night. What’s your deal?

Exiting the home and walking towards your taxi, you heard a voice come from behind you.

“(Y/N).” Turning around, you came face to face with Takeshi.

“Ugh, not you again… What’d you want?”

“You left before I got the chance to ask you on a date.”

“And why would I accept?”

“The same reason I’m asking, you intrigue me. Now call it ‘Envoy Intuition’, but I have a feeling I interest you too.”

“Haha, well, for once, your intuition was wrong. No.” Denial.

“Why do you hate me so much? Come on, I know you want to get to know me… Maybe you can even help me solve this murder I’ve been working on.” The ulterior motive.

“First, I don’t hate you, and second, I’m not gonna go out with you because you want some free detective help. Ask me out because you actually want to go out.”

Hearing silence, you sped up your pace.

“Wait! Ah fuck, (Y/N), you wanna maybe… Get a drink sometime? I’d like to get to know you better, if you’re willing.”

“See, was that so hard? Pick me up tomorrow at 7.” Because the two of you had been walking while you talked the entire time, you pulled the handle and stepped inside the car, closing the door behind you.

Rolling down the window, you quickly exclaimed, “Don’t be late” as the car was flying away towards your home.

“(Y/N)! I don’t even know where you live!”

“You’ll figure it out. Use your ‘Envoy Intuition’!”

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Say It (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader)

Asked by @babblydrabbly :93 with takeshi kovacs, please! - Babs :)

93 from 150 Random Prompts: "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

Warnings: Language, angst, will they won't they, Envoy Broodiness

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The rain pours in the lower parts of Bay City, puddles forming against worn pavement as you try to follow the broad Envoy through the endless crowd of people.

"Tak, please, wait up," you yell out in exasperation as you're finally able to catch up to him. Tugging on the sleeve of his sleeve, you silently beg him to just turn around, to just hear your side of the story. "Kesh, please."

Tak stops cold in his tracks, causing you to crash into his frame, his hand automatically reaching out to steady you. Despite Takeshi being known for his impassive emotions and void expressions, he slipped up, accidentally admitting to you feelings he had sworn deep down he didn't want brought up. Once he realized, he immediately left your apartment in a rush, which leads to now, him and you standing in the middle of a crowded street as the rain drenches you.

"Can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about," he replies, eyes remaining forward and not daring to look down at you, but a gentle tug on his sleeve has his hazel eyes casting downwards. Your hand looks small compared to his and he wants to reach out and hold it.

"I refuse to accept that. You said you love me. You can't just drop something like that and then leave and act like it never came out of your mouth," you throw your hands up in frustration. How long had he been feeling this way towards you? Why did he just now say it? Why is he ignoring you. A minute passes until you reach up and grab his face in-between your hands, forcing him to look at you. "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

He wants you, he truly does. He wants you more than life itself, but, he also knows that wherever he goes, trouble follows him and he doesn't want you anywhere in that crossfire. So he has to do what he has to do.

Reaching up, he grabs your wrists in his hands and drops them from his face. Is he really sure about this? He's loved you for forever, and now all he wants to do it protect you, no matter how much it'll break your heart.

"I don't want you and I don't love you." And with that, Takeshi Kovacs walks out of your life.

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 12: Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader

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Day 12: Spiked Drink

Warnings: Language, spiking a drink, drugs, alcohol, violence, attempted drugging

When you had asked Takeshi to purposely stalk you on your date tonight, he had been skeptical.

“If you’re unsure of him, then why the fuck would you hang out with him?” You shrug, the truth in the deep back of your mind.

“I just want to be loved.”

But now as Takeshi grips his drink, he can clearly feel what you’ve been feeling. There is something clearly off about the guy. Using his Envoy senses, he leans in toward the conversation and picks up on the words exchanged.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be right back,” you comment, leaving the booth and walking right past Takeshi, giving him a slight nod. He raises his drink in response before his hazel eyes fall back on the man you had insisted on going on a date with.

After a minute, the guy pokes his head up and looks around, looking for any peering eyes, but Takeshi isn’t stupid. Years of training has taught him to not look directly at the person of interest. The guy sits back down, digging into his coat pocket and pulling out a vial. Takeshi’s eyes constrict, ready to act on a moments notice. The guy pours the liquid into your drink, mixing it with your spoon and then acting as if nothing had happened. That’s it. Takeshi slams down some credits for his drink and stands up, stalking over to the guy.

“You think it’s funny drugging (Y/N)?” His hand grips onto the man’s clothes, dragging him up.

“What are you talking about man, let me go! I didn’t do anything,” Takeshi doesn’t yield, instead he drags the man outside before shoving him into trash.

“You piece of shit,” the man attempts to throw a punch but Tak easily blocks it, throwing a punch of his own, causing the man to fall back into the trash.

Meanwhile, you rush out of the restaurant and easily finding the tall, broad frame you love. “Tak!” He turns around and faces you, blood decorating his hand from beating the guy up. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“He was trying to drug you. I did what you wanted me to do.”

“I didn’t mean to beat him up!” You yell out in exasperation and Takeshi’s mood changes.

“Then why the fuck would you drag me here? To taunt me? Make a joke of me?”

“Taunt? Joke? Kesh, what are you talking about?” The rain in Bay City starts to pour, easily drenching you and the Envoy.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t. Tak, what’s going on?” You grab onto his face, the man you went on a date with long forgotten in the trash.

“You’re so fucking naive,” he pushes you away and turns away, thinking about his next words. “I just want to be loved,” he mocks your words and you pout, crossing your arms,

“It’s true. I’ve been alone for years now.” “Then let me love you!” His blurts out, whether on purpose or on accident, Tak doesn’t know, but what he does know is that he would give anything to love on you.

“What?” You whisper, approaching Tak. “What did you say?”

“Let me love you.” Okay, so you heard him right.

“Tak... do you love me?” Instead of answering, he pulls you into his arms, his lips smashing against yours and easily molding to them, as if he was the puzzle and you are the puzzle piece. Gripping onto his coat, you deepen the kiss slightly before he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” You smile at his words.

“I love you too.”

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Comfort HC

HEHEHEHHE based off of a request by anon: your favorite characters flirting with you nonstop and making you feel gorgeous, loved and special

Warnings: Langauge, suggestive dialogue, mention of panic attacks, Theon being the asshole season 1 Theon is

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Rick Flag:

Rick Flag is a cheeky bastard, an unknown fact to everyone on the squad except you, the sole receiver of his flirtatious remarks. Most of them are reserved for when it's just you two, but now as you sit across from him, prepping your weapon for the oncoming fight, you catch his gaze across the flickering flames.

“Something on my face, Flag?” You question, calling him by his last name to not raise any speculation.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” His question startles you as you look around and notice that the squad wasn’t paying attention.

“Don’t mind them darlin’,” he states as he moves from his spot and sits behind you, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into your neck, pressing kisses against the skin.

“Rick,” you warn, resisting the urge to give in, ”they’ll see,” you try to protest but as Rick’s hand travels around your abdomen and crawls to the waistband of your tac pants, you turn to putty.

“Let them. Let them know how you’re mine. Let them know how much I love you,” your eyes widen at his words but he seems unfazed. Sensing your refrain, Rick turns your face to meet his, “you know I love you right? I’ve loved you for forever now, and if I didn’t tell you before tomorrow then I’ll be damned.”

“I love you too, Colonel Rick Flag.”

Takeshi Kovacs:

Tak watches in quie contempt as you apply some makeup to your face. Never did he think he could settle for a domestic life, but as he watches your form in the mirror, he realizes he could get used to it. Smiling, Tak wraps his arms around you and rests his head on top of yours.

“Yes Tak?”

“You’re stunning,” he blurts out as you set down your brush and peer at him through the mirror.

“What was that for?”

“Can’t I tell my love that she’s beautiful?” He asks before grabbing your waist and turning you around. Sinking to his knees, Tak lifts up your dress and presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, “and I’m gonna show you just how stunning you are.”

Stephen Holder:

“Damn mami, Jake let you leave the house like that?” Holder asks with a smile, but a scowl on your face makes him lose his grin, “yo, what's your issue?”

“Jake left,” Stephen resists the urge to jump for joy at your announcement, “he left me for a younger, thinner, blonder bitch,” you huff out, plopping into your seat and placing your head on your desk, Holder just standing awkwardly in the office, “wish I was enough.” Holder’s ears pick up on the whisper before he strides over to your desk and grabs your head with his hands. Leveling down to your height, Holder gazes into your eyes. “Fuck her. You’re so fucking gorgeous and if you think otherwise, you’re clueless,” he states as you eye him with wonder.

“Holder, where is this coming from?”

“I love you, (Y/N), and I’m tired of seeing you beat yourself up over these losers. If they can’t see what a catch you are, how smart you are, how beautiful you are, then they don’t deserve you,” you stare into his eyes before closing the distance between your lips and his. Savoring in the kiss, you allow your eyes to close and it feels right, like you found the missing piece to the puzzle. Pulling away, Holder rests his head against yours, “don’t you forget how much you mean to me, alright?”

“Alright.”

Bucky Barnes:

“Doll, I’m home,” Bucky’s voice rings through the quiet apartment. After not hearing a single noise, Bucky goes into full alert. Had something happened while he was gone? Where were you? Are you safe? Hurt? Pulling out his gun, Bucky creeps through the apartment and checks every corner, saving the bedroom for last. Pushing the door open, Bucky tiptoes through the room before his hearing picks up a slight sniffle coming from the closest. Recognizing it’s you who is sniffling, Bucky puts the gun away and opens the closet door, greeting your frame curled into a ball.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He leans down and pulls you into his arms, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, “did you have another attack?” You weakly nod as you sob against his shoulder, clutching onto the fabric of his jacket, “hey, it’s okay baby. You’re safe. You’re okay. Just take a deep breath,” he takes a deep breath to try to get you to mimic. Once you do, he nods and sets a pace for you to keep up while continuing to pet your hair, “that’s it baby girl, just like that. You’re safe,” he repeats the words like you do for him many times throughout the night. While his panic attacks are during the night, yours are during the day. After calming down, you wiggle in his grasp and position yourself to where you straddle his lap.

“Thanks Buck,” you press a kiss against his cheek as he smiles in return.

“Anytime doll.”

Robb Stark:

The first time the future Warden of the North gave you a compliment, you thought you had misheard the future Lord, but the second time you heard him loud and clear, though he doesn’t know it.

“Theon, she’s not a toy, you can’t just say that about her,” Robb defends in your honor as you creep behind the wall and lean in to listen to the conversation between Theon and Robb, most likely Jon as well.

“Why not, you’ve said worse,” Theon replies as Robb stops walking and glances at his father’s ward.

“I have not.”

“Yes you have, brother, if I remember correctly, ‘how I wish to marry her and then claim her’,” Jon butts in as your cheeks glow red. Deciding to jump in, you round the corner and stop in front of the trio.

“Good morning m’lords,” you bow straight at Robb, only including the other two as a courtesy, “how do you fare today?”

“My lady,” Robb takes your hand in his gloved one and places a kiss on the top of your hand, “you grace us with your beauty,” he smirks as you smile, Theon and Jon forgotten about in the background.

“You flatter me so, m’lord. Would you like to accompany me on my walk?” You offer your arm and Robb is quick to take it, turning back to his friend and brother, “you go ahead without me. I’m going with Lady (Y/N) to the Godswoods,” Robb states as you grip his arm a little tighter, cuddling close to him for warmth.

“She’s no lady, Robb,” Theon comments as you and Robb stop, immediately turning around.

“And you’re no lord, Greyjoy,” Robb replies with snark before offering you a simple smile, “have I told you how well you look?”

“No, I don’t think so, Lord Stark.”

“Well, you look divine,” you blush at his words before the two of you continue on your walk.

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