#Takeshi Kovacs smut

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Heartless

Takeshi Kovacs X F!Reader

Summary: you get hurt, and all you want is for Takeshi to comfort you

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, choking, praising, bit of soft!dom!Tak, creampie, explicit language, mentions of murder, blood, typical violence for this show

WC: 4.5k

A/N: please I know, lia you wrote something??? Ik, fucking wild. Its been like 6months lmao. But I was rewatching altered carbon and man I really missed tak. I might slowly dive back into my joel era but for now this is this. I dedicate this to @a-reader-and-a-writer. If this flops oh well, at least I was happy writing it.

You often regretted your life choices. Stupid decisions you made as a teenager that ultimately led you into a world of violence and death. It seemed never ending. Because no matter how many times you tried to go straight, use your skills and intelligence for something good, your reputation always preceded you, and you would end up in the same place; with a gun in your hand, covered in blood, and with another body to add to your conscience. Though, ninety percent of the time it wasn't your fault. Just like this time it was not your fault. Trouble just seemed to find you. Or you liked to find trouble, or maybe both. 

“Ah Miss, what a pleasant surprise.” The AI that was this lovely hotel greeted you. “Oh. It appears that you are injured. Do you require medical assistance?” 

You looked down at your blood stained clothes and hands, you felt the slightest throb on your shoulder from where a bullet had grazed you, and the stinging burn on your side from where a switchblade slashed at your skin. But to be completely honest you had grown numb to it. You simply shrugged. 

“Nope. Just need a shower and some tequila.” You waved him off and you walked straight to the elevator, but before you entered, you turned around in your tracks to narrow your eyes at Poe. “Where is Takeshi?”

“Ah, Mr. Kovacs is not here at the moment. He left some hours ago to attend to some private matters he didn't disclose with me.” He answered plainly and you nodded. 

“Shocker. Well if he comes, don't tell him I'm here? Cool? Great.” You were about to go up to the room you used whenever you and Takeshi were fighting, when Poe spoke again. 

“Why is that? Wouldn't he like to know you are injured?” 

“Oh fuck, no. Don't even tell him you saw me like this.”  

Takeshi would go absolutely mad if someone spoke to you the wrong way. You still remember one time you joined him on one of his interrogations, for one reason or another. The man wouldn't keep his eyes off you, though you paid it no mind, you were used to men being nothing short of disgusting, or them calling you every sexual name in the book. But Takeshi? Man, pissed was nothing to describe the level of anger going through him. He didn't stop until the man was nothing but red. You, of course, while amused by his protectiveness of you, got him to stop. 

“Tak, sweetheart, you need him conscious and breathing, don't you think?” 

“He won't be doing much of either anymore.” 

Takeshi was cute when he was angry, more so when he was overprotective of you. But even then, there were some lines you never wanted to cross. And if he ever saw you like this, the thought of someone hurting you like this would drive him mad. No stack would be left unharmed by him if he had any say in the matter. 

So for the sake of the men you did leave alive, it would be best if Tak didn't see you like this. 

“Well, why not?” Poe pushed, clearly he didn't understand the level of insanity Takeshi was capable of reaching. 

“Because, if Tak sees me like this, he is not going to be very happy. He is going to actually cut somebody's head off—Again. Actually no, scratch that, he is going to decapitate and destack a lot of somebody's,” You said as slowly and as clearly as you possibly could, pausing to stare at the hologram as if to make a point. “So do not tell Takeshi I'm here, or that you saw me like this.” 

So much for wanting to stay out of trouble for once. 

~~~~~~

Man what a fucking shitshow. Truly, he didn't understand when the world had gotten so damn complicated. He didn't like to leave messes, he really didn't, but sometimes people would just force his hand, he had to get answers one way or another. 

He should call you. Yes. He should do that. If there was one thing in this fucked up reality of his that he knew would never go wrong, it was seeing you. 

“Mr. Kovacs,” Poe appeared at the bar, getting Takeshi's attention, but he didn't even bother to look. “I was not expecting to see you tonight. Were you able to attend to your matters?” 

“Yeah.” Was all he responded to as he walked towards the elevator. His eyes were glued to the ground as a cigarette hung from his lips, he was tired and annoyed, frustrated and even more tired, but something caught his attention as he thought about his own self misery. 

Blood. 

“Why is there blood here?” He asked Poe with a slight shift from apathy to alarm as he traced the trails of blood droplets back the way he came.

“Oh… Yes.. That… Well you see.” 

“Was someone here?” He asked with sharpness in his naturally baritone voice, looking around for anything out of place or broken, but everything looked normal. 

“No. Well… Yes.. But..” 

Takeshi’s head snapped to look at the AI, eyes narrowed as he stared intensely, waiting for an answer. 

Oh. It better not be. 

~~~~~~

Just get in the shower. You can do that, can't you? 

Apparently you struggled more than you should have with that. It wasn't like you had a bullet in you, but then again, you also had gotten thrown through a table, and punched repeatedly, and stabbed, and shot—kind of. But man was the pain starting to infect every muscle, every joint, every crevice of your body. You weren't exactly sure how you got out of the shower. But you managed to wash the dried blood off you. Though you were still left with two open wounds that were most likely going to have to be cauterized. 

You weren't going to enjoy this very much. 

You were hoping to just throw yourself on the bed and get it over with before Takeshi decided to spontaneously show up. By then your wounds would have been closed, what were two new scars? It's not like Takeshi would notice two more among so many. Or maybe he would notice, but by then it would have been enough time for him to be angry about it but not actually do anything about it. 

Pushing through the now throbbing pain shooting through your shoulder every time you moved your arm, you managed to get yourself into your underwear, but that was as far as that went. 

You had made it halfway from the bathroom to your bed when you heard your name being called, rather loudly, by a voice you were all too familiar with.

Well fuck. 

Takeshi followed the blood. There were drops on the elevator floor, stains on the buttons of the elevator. When the door opened, he followed the drops as his heart began to race. It wasn't a lot of blood, you weren't bleeding out, that was for sure, but his mind wouldn't stop racing. He called your name as he walked further into your room. 

His jaw tightened at the sight of you, slightly hunched over, holding your side as you limped across the room. And the look you gave him was one of deer in headlights. 

“Takeshi…” Your voice was hesitant, soft, wary as you leaned on one of the couches to support yourself. 

He was in front of you in three, maybe four, long, heavy strides. His eyes were frantic, darting all over as he looked over your face. Your eye looked like it was going to bruise, your lip split and your jaw looked angry with a forming bruise. 

“Who..” His words were barely audible, just barely above a rasp as he gripped your non bruised jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. 

“Tak…” 

“Who the fuck did this to you?” 

You should not be getting wet at the sound of his angry words, but the rasp laced in his tongue had you clenching your thighs together. Takeshi was hot when he was angry. 

“It's fine, Tak. I'm fine, really.” You looked up to find his frantic eyes filled with fiery emotions, his jaw clenching and unclenching with each uneven breath he took. “You should see the other guy.” 

Normally Takeshi found your dry humor amusing. But he couldn't get himself to even let out a chuckle, instead he huffed as he looked over your face. 

“I want a name. Right now.” His words were barely audible, between huffs and puffs as he begrudgingly helped you sit down on the loveseat. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

“Can't. Kinda shot him in the stack.” You answered flatly, huffing out a small breath as you threw your head back over the armrest. Takeshi narrowed his eyes at you, noting each bruise and mark on your torso, including the angry looking cut on your side. 

“This wasn't just one person,” it wasn't a question, it was a fact, he knew that. He stared blankly at you as he waited for your response. The sigh you let out was confirmation enough. “What happened? And I want an answer without the attitude.” 

You winced, a hiss of discomfort leaving your mouth as he ran the laser over the large gash on your side. You closed your eyes, counting to five in your head before you answered. 

“I thought I was going in for a job. Something about needing access to some encrypted files,” You recalled what you had so innocently assumed to be just a simple hacking job, in and out with a decent pay, oh how mistaken you were. “The dude that had contacted me suddenly starts getting all up in my face, and asks me some weird questions about you. And when I told him to fuck off, his friends came out.” 

You shot him a glare when he silently moved to your shoulder, but that one was less deep so it didn't hurt as much, it definitely didn't hurt as much as when the bullet actually touched your skin though. 

“Why didn't you call me?” His eyes were sharp on you as he waited for your answer. Was he seriously angry at you?

“Oh right, and what was I supposed to say, ‘oh, hey sweetie, could you please come shoot some people I was doing illegal business with in the stack with me, pretty please?’” You raised your voice to a higher pitch, doing this valley girl accent which only made him inhale deeply. 

“Do you ever answer anything without the bullshit?” He muttered with exasperation as he angrily lit up a cigarette and took a drag out of it. 

“I handled it, Takeshi. Let it go.” You ultimately sighed, reaching over to brush your bruised knuckles over the side of his face. 

His eyes found your face, he saw the forming bruises, and he remembered the blood. Somebody did this to you. Somebody hurt you and he wasn't there to stop it. You could have died. He could feel the anger settle in the pit of his stomach and he began to feel the urge to rip somebody's stack out with his bare hands. His fists clenched at his sides. 

“Like hell.” He stood up so fast it gave you whiplash. You didn't want him to go. You needed him. 

“Don't go,” You stood up so fast your side was definitely screaming at you but you didn't care. He wasn't looking at you, his eyes looked way past your head at the nearest wall. But you grabbed his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I need you.. Please? For once just stay with me.” 

Please. 

You didn't beg often. But when you did, there was not a thing in this world he could ever deny you. He found your eyes, big mistake. The second he saw those pleading eyes he was done for. He hated the ways in which you could so easily tug at the strings of his cold heart. For the longest time he thought he didn't have a heart, until he saw you for the first time and that thing started beating. 

His mouth was on yours, he kissed you long and hard. He grabbed your face as he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. He held you, pulling your body against his. Your fist bunched around his shirt, gripping it like vice as he kissed you with fervor, like this was the last thing he ever wanted to do in this world. 

“You wanna take care of me? Hm?” You spoke softly against his lips, your fingers now threading through his long golden strands. 

The grunt that rumbled in his throat was almost animalistic. He wanted you on that bed and he never wanted you to leave it. 

“You're in pain..” He muttered through deep breaths as his long fingers gripped your jaw, forcing your head back as he brushed his nose against yours, holding on to the little stability he had left. “Don't wanna hurt you.” 

“I like it when you hurt me. I want it.” Your words were soft and desperate, quiet as you brushed your lips over his. Pain was the last thing on your mind when you had him this close, when you felt his touch, when you knew he was hanging in by a thread. You needed this more than you needed air in your lungs. 

“You want it?” He repeated, voice as low as it could go, eyes closed as he waited for that confirmation, for your permission, to absolutely ruin you. 

“Yes. Please Takeshi, I need it.” 

There wasn't anything better than Takeshi's cock in your guts after a brush with death.

His large calloused hands found the back of your bare thighs, he so easily hoisted you up around his waist as his lips crashed against yours without another word being said. He was a man of little words afterall. He was a man of action. And he was goddamn sure he would give you exactly what you needed. 

Your back landed on the soft duvets, but his lips never parted from yours. Your frantic hands shoved his coat off his shoulders, then the buttons of his shirt as he fumbled with his pants. It took some time, between desperate grabs and frantic hands, he was just as naked as you, only your underwear left between the two of you. 

His lips found your neck, wet kisses all over the skin as his hands roamed your body. He pulled back enough for his eyes to look you over. He would never get tired of looking at you. 

“You're so…” He didn't have to say it, the look in those hazel eyes of his said every word he wasn't capable of saying out loud. 

You gave him a smile, your eyes big with both longing and endearment. He kissed you one more time before he tugged your panties down. He settled just beside you, thick thighs caging one of yours as his long fingers brushed over your clit, leaving you to gasp against his mouth. His lips curved up slightly as his fingers moved in slow, long circles. He could feel you get wetter and wetter the longer he kept up his torture. He liked to hear you whine and beg for it. 

“Tak..” His name fell from your lips when you no longer could keep your mouth closed, you were gripping at his shoulder as you helplessly grinded against his fingers, desperate for more. 

“Mhm?” His lips were on your ear, his warm breath ghosting over the side of your face with each sharp inhale he took. “Need me to fuck you with my fingers, then with my cock? Is that it?” 

You were nodding so hard, gasping softly when he circled his fingers around your wet hole, teasing you. 

“Mhm!—Please—” You didn't even get the chance to finish your sentence when two long fingers buried themselves deep into your cunt. 

Your lips fell open as your eyes unconsciously rolled back into your head, the delicious feeling of his thick fingers filling you. It wasn't long before Takeshi was all but fucking you with his fingers, and you were nothing but sobs of pleasure. He buried his fingers to the knuckle, brushing your most sensitive spot with each snap of your wrist. 

Fuck did you look pretty like this. But you looked prettier when you were drunk on his cock. 

His free hand gripped your hair, keeping your head in place so he could watch the way your face would contort with pleasure. The lewd sound of your wet cunt being filled by his fingers wasn't lost on him either. He loved it. He was addicted to it. 

“That's it, let it go, sweetheart.” He grunted through his teeth when he realized you were so close, the way your hips were so desperately following the movements of his hand and the grip you had on his wrist was all but telling. He gave you a long satisfied hum when he felt your release coat his hand with a sob of his name. 

His fingers only left you when you were digging your nails into his wrist. His lips curled up in amusement at your desperate attempts but he ultimately complied. His lips were on your forehead as he eased you back into steady breathing.  

“You okay?” He was quiet, but you heard it. You simply nodded in response, still not fully able to find your voice. Good enough. “Good, ‘cause I'm gonna give you exactly what you deserve now.” 

He grabbed your arms and flipped you on your stomach with ease. You were taken aback, instinctively pushing yourself up on your forearms, but a hand on your back forced you back down. 

“Easy. Just relax, sweetheart,” he shushed you softly, you felt him move around for a second until you felt him behind you, right in between your open thighs. “Lemme take care of you, hm?” 

Your response was in the form of a soft hum, you lied flat on your stomach, your head to the side so you could breathe and your ass up enough for him to do as he pleased. And you waited, rather impatiently. You could feel Takeshi's hands on your hips, then up your back, until one of them settled on your shoulder blades. 

You were about to open your mouth when you felt the head of his cock brush over your wet clit. The only sound leaving your throat was that of a choked out moan. 

“You want it?” His lips were on your ear, voice smooth, but with this baritone rasp, a combination that drove you insane. You were nodding into the blankets. 

“Yes, Takeshi. Please.” 

Fuck, he was rolling his eyes at the sound of his name leaving your lips like that. He didn't need to say anything else. He pushed himself into you with a long, hard thrust that had you gasping. 

“Ahh….” You squeezed your eyes shut, hands squeezing the sheets in front of you at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls. You have been with Takeshi for some time now, but you never truly got used to the size of him (with this sleeve at least). “Fuck— you're so..” 

He eased a hand up and down your back, shushing you softly, he was used to it by now. When he felt you start to back into his cock he knew you were fine. He dug his fingers into your shoulder, holding you down on the mattress as he snapped his hips. A gasped cry left your lips. Again, and again with each brush of his cock, until he had you sobbing into the mattress. 

Takeshi, he fucked hard, and he liked it rough, but he had learned to take his time, he learned to take it slow, drag out the feeling for as long as possible, until you were nothing but a sobbing mess. His hand was wrapped around your hair, pushing your head down as he leaned over you. His chest was flush against your back as he rutted his hips against your ass, his lips on the back of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses everywhere he could. 

Takeshi wasn't very talkative, ever, but goddamn was he noisy. His heavy pants, ragged grunts, the occasional fuck, were all in your ear which each delicious drag of his cock. 

“Goddamn,” he breathed out, nipping at your jaw as he pulled your head up enough to look at your fucked out face, “you feel so fucking good.” 

“Mhmmm. Shit, Tak. Feels so—” You couldn't even finish a cohesive sentence you were so cock drunk, so high on the feeling of his cock brushing that one spot that had you rolling your eyes. You reached behind you, trying to grab him, any of him. 

“Feels good, doesn't it baby?” You could hear the slight smirk on his lips as he wrapped his arm over your neck from shoulder to shoulder, almost as if he was putting you in a headlock. 

“Yes! Fuck yes—” 

“Of course it does.” 

That was enough of taking it slow for one night. 

Takeshi held you in place with his arm over your neck as he drilled into you. The only sounds leaving your mouth were sobs and choked out pants. You couldn't say any words at that point. He was fucking you so hard into that mattress you didn't even realize when the burn in your stomach started to build. All you knew it was that you were digging your nails into his arms so hard the marks would be there for days. It felt good to be caged under his body, with nowhere to go. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else. 

“C'mon, let me take care of you. I'm right here.” He rasped out, hanging on by a thread himself. God, it felt so fucking good. You were barely hanging on. But the second his thumb found your swollen clit you were done for. You couldn't even make a sound, you fell into a silent cry, eyes rolled into the back of your head as your release washed over you. “That's it. I got you.” 

He could feel your release coat his cock, and the feeling of you coming all over him only made him go over the edge himself. He gave you two, maybe three more long, hard drags of his cock before he was spilling himself inside you with a breathy fuck leaving his lips in the process. 

You all but collapsed, your head falling on the pillows as you panted, Takeshi did the same. He dropped his face on your neck, eyes closed as he steadied his breath. He stayed there for some time, he couldn't hold himself up forever, but fuck this felt so nice. You underneath him, wrapped under his arms, nobody could hurt you here. His lips eventually found the side of your head for a chaste kiss before he moved to lay beside you. But the distance between you lasted a whole five seconds because he was pulling you to him. He positioned you to face him, one leg thrown over his torso as both of his arms caged you in. He would keep you here if he could. 

Silence ultimately drowned out your soft breaths, but not once did he stop looking at you. And you could tell something eating at him, weighing on his chest. You brought a hand to his face and you saw him close his eyes with a sigh. 

“I'm sorry I wasn't there.” He finally said, riddled with guilt and anger all over again. You frowned softly and shook your head at him. 

“Stop that, okay? It wasn't your fault.” You answered, smoothing out the soft frown above his eyebrows. He looked at you, watching as you brushed the loose strands of hair out of his eyes but he said nothing. “I'm a big girl, Takeshi. What I do or what messes I get myself into are not your fault. So stop. If I was mad at you I wouldn't let you rearrange my guts, would I?” 

Takeshi didn't laugh often. Or ever really. But sometimes your absurdity brought on a genuine chuckle out of him.

“Aw, so he has a sense of humor. He's not a robot!” You snorted, raising your voice like you were announcing it to the entire city. He rolled his eyes at you. 

“I don't fuck like a robot, do I?” There was a tiny shit eating grin on his face which made you shove his shoulder playfully. 

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up.” You kissed him with a soft laugh. 

~~~~~~~

Goddammit Takeshi Kovacs.

This man just simply couldn't wake up and stay in bed with you for one day. Just one fucking time, you asked. 

You groaned tiredly as you stretched out your sore muscles before sitting up. No tall angry looking envoy anywhere. How tragic. You were about to get out of bed when the door swung open. You were about to reach for your gun on the nightstand when you saw it was just Takeshi, and he looked rather amused. 

“You're awake.” He raised his eyebrows at you in surprise, expecting you to be passed out after the night you had, partly his doing. You looked at him with suspicion as he walked to the bed. “I have something for you.” 

“Is it a decapitated head?” You blinked at him, feigning innocence and he chuckled.

“No. Well I didn't bring it here anyway.” He shrugged as he handed you a red and blue switchblade. It looked kind of cool. You stared at it for a good few seconds before you looked up at him with confusion. 

“What's this?” 

“The owner of this.” He pointed at the brand new scar on your side. Your eyes widened with realization and your mouth fell open. 

“Takeshi—” 

“I don't want to hear you.” He cut you off before you could even yell at him for not letting it go. You frowned at him deeply. He sighed as he sat beside you. “They had it coming. They touched you. It's that simple.” 

You stared at him, and you wanted to force yourself to be angry at him, angry at him for not letting it go, angry at him for treating you like some damsel in distress who needed him to save her. But when you looked into his eyes you didn't see the hero's complex. Not at all. You saw a man who was looking at the only thing that mattered to him in this world. And he'd be damned if he ever let anyone take that away from him again. 

“Awe, baby, so you aren't so heartless after all.” Your smile was mocking on the outside, but deep down it was one of endearment.

“Fuck you.” 

You loved him. And even someone as heartless as him was capable of love, too.

[reveluving]

masterlist ; reve's quirky reverie (fall '24 special!)

“ say, say, say, now, are you ready? ,,

about :

— reve’s quirky reverie returns with bits of winter specials, a collection of the sweet and salacious, the enchanting and just a little bit deranged 🕷

— randomly uploaded between oct & dec! — ❄️*winter specials

pick your poison :

takeshi kovacs x f!reader

(🕷) – isekai au; major fluff ft. lovesick takeshi! [main]

phillip graves x f!reader x jeff sadecki

(🕷) – major fluff; they're sickeningly in love with you, lots of sweet treats & brother bantering! [main]

oj haywood x f!reader

(🕷) – blood (not yours) & smut! [main]

paddy feld x f!reader x max (the resident)

(🕷) - blood (not yours), sweet revenge & smut!

raymond smith x f!reader (bonus!)

(❄️) ‐lovestruck ray, major fluff!

benny miller x f!reader

(❄️) – tooth-rotting fluff! [main]

??? x f!reader

(?) – soon.

this! masterlist is for 18+ only.

disclaimer! as someone who has never experienced fall/snowy winter nor celebrated Halloween/Christmas, I heavily rely on research in my writing (i.e. shows/movies, books). still, I hope you can enjoy my work!

˚ · . missed out on the last one? come & check it out here, or explore the wonders of my blog via the full m.list!

[drabbles-mc]

Drabbles-MC: Altered Carbon Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

- Gone Soft (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader)

- Small Price to Pay (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader)

- Once in Twenty Lifetimes (Takeshi Kovacs x Kristin Ortega)

[smuttyfanficlibrary]

⋆˙⟡ series ⟡˙⋆

altered carbon (1)

the bear

bnha

high rise invasion

jujutsu kaisen

jurassic world (1)

mad men (1)

mcu

the originals

peaky blinders

mr. robot (1)

shameless

the walking dead

you (netflix)

characters

bakugo katsuki (1)

bucky barnes

carmy berzatto

dabi todoroki (1)

daryl dixon

elijah mikaelson

elliot alderson (1)

gojo satoru

joe goldberg

klaus mikaelson

kol mikaelson (1)

lip gallagher

loki laufeyson

negan smith

owen grady (1)

rebekah mikaelson (1)

rick grimes

sniper mask

steve rogers (1)

takeshi kovacs (1)

thomas shelby

real people

chris evans

tom hiddleston

dylan o'brien (1)

penn badgley (1)

misc.

original writing

no smut

fluff

untagged

[darkdoverpseeker]

Hello! I’m a 26 year-old writer looking for a 1x1 rp in the Altered Carbon universe, specifically Takeshi Kovacs against my season 1-based OC for a slow-burn romance in between the two. While story is prioritized over smut, I’d prefer it if my partner was open to writing it, although I won’t write with anyone under the age of 21 as a precaution. I’m also big on OOC communication, since I enjoy brainstorming and plotting with whoever I write. The roleplay would also be based on Discord, so please like if interested and I’ll contact you! — Much love, Zoe

like if interested!

[loverhymeswith]

A Night to Remember | Rick Flag x F!Reader x Takeshi Kovacs

Summary: When Rick asks you out for a drink after work, the evening takes an unexpected turn.

Word Count: 8,033 words.

Warnings: 18+ only. Drinking. Dirty talk. PinV. Threesome. Rough sex. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: This one is dedicated to H.P. Thank you for all of your support. I couldn't have done it without you <3 Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the title, and for beta reading along with @skvatnavle and @yespolkadotkitty. There are a couple of prompts thrown in here too, which I will link to later.

Joel Taglist: @weallhaveadestiny @a-reader-and-a-writer @skvatnavle @yespolkadotkitty @11thstreetvigilante @fairchildflag @heresathreebee @babblydrabbly @bewitchedignition @christinasyellowflowers @lavenderluna10

Sandwiched between the two large men in the too-small booth, the bassline pounding from the speakers matches the tempo of your racing heart. The bar is packed with bodies tonight, but with Rick to your right, Takeshi on your left, and their attention centred wholly on you, it feels like you are the last woman on earth. Even if you’re not exactly sure what it is the three of you are doing here.

When you ran into Rick as he was coming out of the staff gym earlier this evening, the last thing you’d been expecting was an invitation to join him and an old friend of his for a drink. While you’re close within the office, the two of you have never really socialised outside of work, so it seemed like an opportunity you’d be foolish to turn down. Besides, with his thick, muscular thighs so tantalisingly on display beneath his work-out shorts, you were far too flustered to consider what he was really asking.

Arriving at the bar, you had instantly spotted the pair. Even tucked away in a booth at the back of the room, they were impossible to miss – both of them tall, broad, and unfairly attractive. Rick’s eyes had landed on you immediately and you didn’t fail to notice the small nudge he gave his friend as you started to walk over.

You’ve been here for an hour or so now, listening to the two old friends catch up when Rick distracts you from your thoughts, pointing to your empty glass. “You want another?”

You nod, watching as he slides his large body out of the booth and makes his way to the bar. Finding yourself alone with Takeshi for the first time this evening, you tear your gaze from Rick’s broad shoulders, while the other man moves closer, leaning in to make himself heard over the music. “How long have you been pining for Flag?”

“I’m not pining,” you protest quickly, despite the rush of blood that warms your cheeks.

Takeshi scoffs.“I’ve known you all of one hour and it’s obvious to me.”

You have to hand it to Rick’s friend, he’s observant. It’s true, you have been harbouring a secret crush on your co-worker for years now, despite the knowledge that it is entirely unrequited. Word around the office is that Rick Flag doesn’t date, not since the incident with the archaeologist. With this in mind, you’ve tried hard to brush off the idea that there could be any meaning behind the lingering glances and fleeting touches that the two of you share in the corridors of Belle Reve.

Besides, any faint hope raised by Rick’s invitation tonight was swiftly dashed the moment he introduced you to Takeshi Kovacs. Takeshi, you have been informed, is in town on business and will be crashing at Rick’s two-bed apartment for the duration of his stay. Even without the sly glance between the two friends when you first entered the bar, you’ve been subjected to enough set-ups over the years to recognise this for what it is. Only Takeshi has yet to make a move, and Rick shows no signs of leaving any time soon.

“I’m not pining,” you insist again, turning your whole body to face Takeshi. He’s watching you with the ghost of a smirk playing across his pretty mouth and your stomach somersaults. He might not be Rick, but there’s no denying you’re attracted to him. Now that your eyes are trained on his lips, you can’t help wondering what it might be like to kiss him. As far as set-ups go, you suppose Rick could have done a lot worse.

As if he can read your thoughts, the corners of Takeshi’s mouth uptick into a full smirk. He leans even closer, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “You’re a shitty liar. I see the way you look at him. Tell me you don’t want to fuck him.”

“I don’t want to fuck him,” you repeat, although the words come out somewhat strangled. Of course, it’s a lie. But admitting to his ridiculously hot friend that you very much would like to sleep with Rick, seems counter-productive. Especially if you don’t want to end up going home alone tonight.

Takeshi raises his brow, obvious amusement gleaming in his hazel eyes. “It’s written all over your face. You can barely take your eyes off him.”

To emphasise the point, he switches his glance, looking over your shoulder instead. Subconsciously, you find yourself following his line of sight. Your attention lands once more on the wide expanse of Rick’s shoulders, straining beneath his dark t-shirt as he leans over the bar.

“See?”

Turning back to Takeshi, you shake your head resolutely even as your heart is thumping faster and faster. “We’re just friends.

He smirks. “You’re going to have to try harder than that if you want to convince me otherwise.”

Conscious that Rick will be returning at any moment and emboldened by the two beers making their way through your system, you swiftly close the small distance and crush your mouth against Takeshi’s. It’s unlike you to make the first move, but you desperately require some means of steering the conversation away from your feelings for Rick, and kissing Takeshi is not exactly a hardship.

If Takeshi is surprised by your sudden reaction, it doesn’t show. His big hand rises to cup the back of your head, keeping you in place as he deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of your lips. He tastes of whisky and cigarettes and something forbidden. When his other hand lands on your waist, fingers squeezing your flesh and drawing you closer, it stirs an aching desire between your thighs. You reluctantly pull away, lest you lose yourself to his lips.

Opening your eyes, you find the smirk has left Takeshi’s face, replaced instead by a heated gaze. “Was that an attempt to convince me?” he asks, “Or are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Yes,” you respond bluntly to both questions, slightly dazed from the kiss. “Is it working?”

A trace of begrudging admiration crosses Takeshi’s face, but before he can answer, three drinks appear on the table, and you become aware of Rick slipping back into the booth beside you. His jean-clad thigh brushes against yours as he leans over. “What did I miss?”

You open your mouth to respond, but Takeshi beats you to it. “Your friend and I were just getting better acquainted, Flag. You were right, she really is something.”

Your cheeks burn again, just as you catch Rick shooting what seems to be a warning glare in his friend’s direction. Takeshi simply shrugs and takes a sip of his drink.

As Rick steers the conversation back around to work and questions Takeshi about his latest case, you become increasingly aware of the lack of space between the three of you. Rick’s thigh is still pressed against your own, the heat of his body burning through the denim of his jeans to your own skin, bare below the hem of your skirt. On your other side, Takeshi’s arm is now slung over the back of the booth, almost encircling you. Every now and then you feel his calloused fingers drift across your shoulder.

Rick is halfway through recounting the details of one of his less successful missions, when Takeshi groans suddenly. “God, this is painful.”

“What?” Rick demands, obviously insulted. “You’re the one who asked-”

Takeshi cuts him off. “I’m not talking about your thrilling story.” He shakes his head and drains the rest of his drink. “I’m talking about this.” He points a finger between you and Rick. “If you don’t hurry up and make a move, I might just have to take her for myself.”

“Excuse me?” You’re not sure who’s more shocked in that moment, you, or Rick, because when you dare to glance over at him, you could swear that the colonel is blushing.

“Ignore him, darlin’,” Rick advises, busying himself with his own drink. “He thinks he’s being funny.”

“Cut the crap, Flag,” Takeshi continues, leaning back in his seat and surveying the two of you with that infuriating smirk. “What are we doing here?”

“Tryin’ to have a drink,” Rick offers dryly.

He’s rewarded by a snort before Takeshi turns his attention on you, his large hand landing on your bare knee. “This one,” he points to Rick, “talks about you every chance he gets. Can’t shut him up. Had to meet you at least once while I was in town. And honestly, I can see the appeal.” He addresses Rick now. “I don’t know what you’re waiting for. I’ve already established that she wants you. When she was kissing me, I could tell she wished it was you.”

“Takeshi!” you yelp, both stunned and mortified by his bluntness.

“You – you kissed him?” Rick’s expression falters, his hazel eyes widening. “When?”

“I…uh…” you splutter, confused. “I thought that’s why I was here. That you were, you know… setting us up?” You can’t shake the feeling that you’re missing something. That you’ve unknowingly entered a game, only nobody has cared to explain the rules.

Rick’s bewilderment quickly turns to understanding, and his gaze darkens. A muscle in his jaw ticks. “You really are a dick, Kovacs,” he growls. And then he leans in and kisses you.

The moment his lips meet yours for the first time, you could swear that your heart stops beating. Kissing Rick is different to kissing Takeshi. Rick is gentle – tentative, even - and it only makes you want him more. How long have you been waiting for this? Too long, some would say. Because Takeshi was right. You have been pining for Rick, ever since the day you met him. You’ve just always been too shy to do anything about it. And so, it seems, has Rick.

All thoughts are wiped from your mind as Rick’s broad hands reach up to cup your face, his thumbs running over your cheeks as he glides his tongue between your lips. It’s such a small touch, but every nerve in your body is on fire, crying out for more. You should have guessed that one taste of Rick would be all it takes to have you addicted.

As Rick continues to explore your mouth, your body, with increasing fervour, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. The way he asks you to check over his reports before submitting them to Waller. The way he’ll stop by your desk with an extra coffee after he returns from a mission. The way his eyes always find you across a crowded briefing room. You’d attributed his quiet, considerate attentiveness to friendship and nothing more, but as he kisses you so deeply, so thoroughly, you realise how wrong you’ve been.

You pull away finally and breathlessly, only remembering that Takeshi is still there when he begins a slow round of applause.

It’s not long before the three of you find yourselves heading back to Rick’s place. Once again, you’re tucked tightly between the two men, their arms and thighs rubbing firmly against yours in the back of the cab. Rick has made it pointedly clear that Takeshi didn’t have to leave yet, but the bar is closing soon and as Takeshi reminded him, there’s a bottle of something old and expensive waiting in the apartment.

You don’t mind. For the time being your attention is fixed solely on Rick and the way he has laced his fingers with yours, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. You feel giddy, and it’s not just from the alcohol.

When you arrive at the apartment, Rick takes your coat. His fingers linger on the bare skin of your forearms and his beautiful eyes sparkle with unspoken longing.

“You want somethin’ to drink?” he asks, finally pulling away.

“Sure.”

“No point askin’ you, is there Kovacs?” He glances over his shoulder towards the other man. “Play nice while I grab the bottle.”

Rick disappears into the kitchen, leaving you alone with Takeshi for the second time this evening. You can feel your blood thrumming beneath your skin as his watchful gaze travels over you.

“Looks like I was right.” He smirks, taking a seat in the armchair.

“Right about what?” You frown as you claim the couch opposite.

“You do want to fuck him.”

There’s little point in denying it. Not anymore. When Rick asked you to come home with him, the intention behind his tentative request was clear. You open your mouth, intending to give a witty retort, just as Rick returns with a bottle of whisky and three glasses.

“He ain’t botherin’ you, is he?” Rick frowns when he sees you and Takeshi staring heatedly at one another from across the room. “Won’t hesitate to throw his ass out of here if he is.”

“No, he’s fine,” you assure him, taking the glasses. “I think he’s just jealous.”

“Sounds like Tak,” Rick agrees, throwing an uncharacteristically smug look across at his friend.

You have no idea if that’s true or not. You haven’t been able to get a read on Takeshi all night. He’s equal parts sarcastic and cocky, but there seems to be something buried beneath the surface. Something deeper, something raw. You thought you caught a glimpse of it when you kissed him, but as soon as you withdrew, the spell was broken. You’d be lying if you said a small part of you didn’t long to uncover the side of Takeshi Kovacs that he’s so clearly trying to hide away.

Once the three of you have a drink in hand, Rick joins you on the couch. Takeshi appears to be distracted by something on his phone, so you don’t feel too self-conscious when Rick’s hand finds its way to your thigh, his fingers drifting dangerously close to the short hem of your skirt.

“Been wantin’ to do this for a very long time,” Rick admits, not quite able to meet your eyes. It’s a side to him you haven’t seen before. This uncertain and bashful version of your friend is a world away from the no-nonsense commander of Task Force X.

“And what’s that, Colonel?” The alcohol has made you far braver – bolder - than you would be under normal circumstances. You’ll worry about that in the morning.

Surprised by the playful lilt to your tone, Rick places his glass - and yours - on the coffee-table. When he straightens, he reaches over to brush a lock of hair from your face.

“This,” he responds. And then he kisses you again.

The tenderness from earlier is still there, but so too is a new-found confidence. Now that he knows you want this – that you want him - the kiss rapidly heats up, with Rick slipping his hand under the hem of your skirt. A few inches more and he’ll discover just how much you want this.

Silently, you will his fingers further; both of you are too far gone, inhibitions dulled by drink and desire, to remember that you’re not alone. It’s only when your own hand finds its way to the top of Rick’s thigh, fingers dancing towards the fastening of his jeans and eliciting a low moan from him, that you hear the tell-tale sound of a throat being cleared.

When you pull away, you find Takeshi watching you from his position on the couch. He grins over the rim of his glass. “Don’t mind me.”

Rick shoots his friend a meaningful glare. “Told you, Kovacs. You didn’t have to leave the bar so early.” The implication is crystal clear; he’d rather Takeshi wasn’t around for whatever he’s planning next.

Takeshi drains his glass and places it on the coffee-table next to yours. "Come on, Flag. We've shared a girl. Think I can handle listening to you rail one in the other room."

For a second, you assume you must have misheard, but judging by the reddening of Rick’s cheeks and the wide-eyed look of mortification that crosses his face, you heard every word correctly. Your own cheeks burn as you consider the implication. “You’ve what?” You direct your question back at Takeshi.

“Nothin’,” comes Rick’s swift response. But you’re too distracted, watching as Takeshi’s lips quirk up into a rare smile, his eyes creasing in wicked amusement.

“Don’t listen to him,” Takeshi tells you, conspiratorially. Then he turns to Rick, arching a brow. “Don’t know why you’re embarrassed all of a sudden. You were pretty enthusiastic about it that night. And if you ask me, I think she likes the idea.”

Needing to do something, anything, to ease the tension caused by the two men looking in your direction, you grab your glass again and take a too-large mouthful of whisky, the bitter liquid almost choking you as it burns on the way down. Maybe you do like the idea. And maybe that should scare you.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and return your glass to the table. They’re still watching you, waiting. “What?” You play dumb. “It’s none of my business what the two of you got up to in the past.”

“But what about in the present?” Takeshi probes. He’s leaning back in his seat, cool and composed, but there’s a glint of excitement in his eyes as he surveys you.

“Kovacs,” Rick warns, that muscle in his jaw ticking as he stares at his friend. You are still aware of his hand resting on your thigh, a burning brand reminding you of just how you’re hoping this evening will end.

Takeshi flagrantly ignores him, his attention fixed firmly on you. “You’re intrigued, aren’t you?” The smirk has returned. “You’ve kissed both of us. Now you’re wondering what it might be like to have both of us inside you?”

“Tak!” Rick snaps, his voice deep and tinged with disbelief. “I am so sorry about him, darlin’. He’s… well, he’s just Kovacs.”

Rick’s apology, wholly unwarranted, washes over you. Takeshi’s statement has startled you completely and you’ve bitten down on your lip, almost drawing blood. You’ve known him for a matter of hours. How is it that he’s constantly able to read your thoughts? It’s uncanny, this ability of his to understand your own desires before you even fully realise them yourself.

Never in a million years would you have considered the possibility that Takeshi is currently laying on the table. But now that the seed has been planted - now you know this is something they have done before - you find temptation bubbling away beneath your skin like molten lava.

“Go on,” Takeshi encourages, ignoring his friend again. “Tell us what you’re thinking. Tell us what you want. No questions, no judgement.”

Your eyes dart to Rick, only to find his expression has softened in the last few seconds, somehow mirroring the sincerity of Takeshi’s request. He nods, almost imperceptibly, letting you know that whatever you decide, it’s ok. This knowledge sends a pulse of heat straight to your core. You never would have pegged the straight-laced colonel for enjoying such proclivities, but the subtle reassurance he’s giving you now is all the evidence – all the persuasion - you need.

“I’ve never done anything like that before…” you begin nervously, conscious that both men still seem to be hanging on to every word that leaves your mouth. Rick squeezes your leg, urging you on. It’s becoming more and more apparent that maybe, just maybe, he wants this too.

“But I think -” you continue. “I think if I was ever going to try… I would want it to be with the two of you.” Because as desperate as you are for Rick, ever since you kissed Takeshi, you haven’t quite been able to get him out of your system.

You don’t miss the silent exchange as the two men glance at one another. The weight of Rick’s hand is a constant pressure on your skin, but he doesn’t say anything, in fact, he barely moves, barely breathes. Takeshi on the other hand, leans forwards, elbows resting on his knees as he regards you intently from across the room.

“What are you saying?”

“Don’t feel like you have to do this, darlin’,” Rick cuts in before you can answer. “We’re not pressurin’ you into anythin’. We can forget this conversation ever happened.”

For the first time all night, Takeshi and Rick seem to agree on something. “But if you really want to do this, we can take it slow,” Takeshi tells you, his voice softening. The surprisingly gentle tone, free of snark and amusement, only serves to stoke the fire that is raging through your body.

“He’s right,” Rick adds. “If we do this, we go at your pace. You want us to stop, you just say the word.”

You nod faintly, glancing between the two men and wondering just what exactly you are signing up for. There’s a tightness in your chest, but it has nothing to do with fear. You’ve always felt safe with Rick, and you trust every word he’s saying – Takeshi, too. You trust that they’ll respect your wishes, your boundaries, and that if it gets too much, they’ll stop.

“Need to hear you say it,” Tak grunts and when you look over again you notice the way his fingers are gripping the arms of the chair. It seems that you and Rick are not the only ones who want this badly.

When you reply, you ensure your voice is loud, confident. You don’t want to leave them in any doubt about your desire. “I want this.”

Rick squeezes your leg again. Words seem to be beyond him as he gazes at you with lust and wonder shining in his beautiful hazel eyes. You can take a good guess at what he’s thinking. It’s not the direction either of you imagined this night taking, even when you left the bar with Takeshi in tow. But working for ARGUS means you’re both used to doing things a little differently.

Slowly and gracefully, Takeshi rises from his seat. Every muscle in your body is coiled, tense with anticipation for what comes next. As he stalks forwards, it feels like you and Rick might be nothing more than sitting prey. But you’re not afraid. When he reaches the couch, he holds out his hand, beckoning you towards him with the crook of a finger. You find yourself standing at the silent command, placing your hand in his and allowing him to draw you in.

Takeshi gazes down at you. Like Rick, there is barely concealed lust gleaming in his eyes. The longer locks of his hair have fallen over his brow making him look softer, more innocent somehow, but you’ve seen and heard enough tonight to know that danger still lurks behind that pretty face.

When he kisses you this time, moulding his mouth to yours, it’s slow and explorative and your heart threatens to burst right out of your ribcage. Unlike the hurried exchange at the bar, there’s no longer any rush. He and Rick have all night to do whatever they want with you, and you want it all.

Takeshi’s large hands slide under your skirt, bunching it around your hips as he kneads the flesh of your ass. The insistent ache between your thighs increases, knowing full well that Rick is right behind you, watching everything from his position on the couch. When you moan against his mouth, Takeshi breaks away.

His gaze darkens as he glances over your shoulder to address his friend. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.”

You gasp as his hands slip beneath your ass and he lifts you in one smooth movement. With no choice but to wrap your legs around his thick waist, you cling on tightly as he carries you to the bedroom. Rick is hot at his heels.

Before you reach the bed, Takeshi sets you gently back on your feet. “Any second thoughts?”

You shake your head earnestly.

Takeshi’s lips quirk into another wicked smile as he steps back and starts to unbutton his shirt. You only realise you’re staring open-mouthed at the revelation of so much tanned skin when Rick takes your hand and spins you around to face him instead.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he marvels, before cupping your face and kissing you softly.

You can’t help but think the same about him. About both of them, in fact. As he deepens the kiss, Rick’s broad hands begin to explore your body and when they slip beneath the hem of your blouse to encircle your waist, you release a shuddered breath. His touch sets your nerves alight, the flames of desire licking your veins. Despite everything that has happened this evening, you still can’t quite believe that this is real. That he is real.

You’re conscious of Takeshi standing close by, watching now. Although you can’t see him, you can picture the intensity of his focus and it sends another rush of heat between your legs. Rick slowly starts to walk you backwards until you hit a solid wall of bare skin and muscle. When he releases you, Takeshi swiftly takes his place, his own hands landing firmly on your waist and pulling you flush against him.

Rick steps back and pulls off his t-shirt. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of his sculpted chest and tattooed biceps, such a glorious sight to behold. Takeshi dips his head and whispers against your jaw.

“Like what you see?”

But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer. His lips have found the sensitive spot below your ear and as his teeth graze over your skin, a soft whimper escapes your lips. You feel him huff out an amused breath when your head falls back against his chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

His hands rise from your waist, travelling a tantalising path upwards until he’s cupping and squeezing your breasts through the soft silk of your blouse. It’s not enough. You need to feel his touch against your bare skin - no barriers.

“Takeshi,” you moan breathlessly, hoping he will get the hint.

Watching the two of you with a heated gaze, Rick closes the distance until he’s tilting your jaw and capturing you with another claiming kiss. Powerless to resist the temptation, your hands fly to his scar-flecked chest, marvelling at the heat that ripples off his body.

Trapped so thoroughly between so much naked flesh, it suddenly feels like you’re wearing too many clothes. Takeshi clearly shares your opinion when he murmurs to Rick, “Undress her.”

It’s rare for you to hear anyone give the colonel orders, so you are surprised when Rick doesn’t hesitate. He grips the hem of your blouse and pulls it over your head, before his fingers deftly unclasp your bra. The items have barely fallen to the floor when you are finally rewarded with the skin-on-skin contact that you have been yearning for; warm hands cover your breasts, softly squeezing and pinching your sensitive flesh. Takeshi again.

Rick’s focus turns to the waistband of your skirt, sliding the material down over your hips and thighs. Leaving you in only your underwear, his large hand slides between your legs and he nudges your ankles apart, wide enough so he can cup your mound. You’re certain he will feel the evidence of your arousal soaking through your panties.

“So wet already,” he groans in awe, confirming your beliefs as he drags a finger along your covered core.

Intrigued by his friend’s observation, Takeshi removes one hand from your breast and places it between your thighs. With two sets of fingers probing between your legs, you are ready to combust on the spot. The sensation is intense, like nothing you’ve felt before. You are completely and utterly at the mercy of these two huge men and your mind is swimming with the possibilities of how good they could make you feel.

Unlike Rick, Takeshi tugs your panties to the side, his thick finger parting your slick folds. “Fuck. Take ‘em off, Flag.”

You whimper at the loss of contact, wordlessly pleading for more.

You don’t have to wait long. Once again, Rick does as he is instructed, sliding off your underwear and leaving you completely exposed. There’s no time to feel self-conscious though because Takeshi’s hand returns to the apex of your thighs, where he begins to trail his finger along your wet centre.

“Such a good girl. You’re so ready for this, aren’t you? Is this what you’ve been wanting all night?” Takeshi’s voice is dark yet soothing as he strokes you again and again. His other hand is still moulded around your breast, and you can feel his arousal digging into the base of your spine.

“Yes,” you pant, your hands flying to Rick’s shoulders for support, clutching him just as tightly as Takeshi clutches you, until there’s barely an inch of space between the three of you.

“S’ok, darlin’. We’ve got you.”

Then, through some unspoken agreement that leaves you wondering just how many times they’ve done this before, the two men manoeuvre you until you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. Bracketed between Takeshi’s thick legs, his hand slips around your waist, keeping you firmly in place against his chest.

“Flag’s gonna make you feel really good now.”

Precisely at that moment, Rick lowers to the ground, his hands gripping the backs of your legs and spreading them even further apart. He looks up at you through a deeply hooded gaze and sweeps his tongue across his lower lip. It’s a mesmerising sight, the colonel on his knees before you.

Your fingers scrabble for purchase against Takeshi’s thighs as you try to prepare yourself for what’s coming next. Then, without saying a word, Rick lowers his head and licks a stripe exactly where Takeshi’s fingers were moments earlier.

“Oh God, Rick!” You cry out as he laves at your core with broad strokes, lapping at your juices. Dissolving into pleasure, your head falls back against Takeshi’s shoulder, grateful as the other man tightens his hold on you, keeping you in place for his friend.

“Keep going, Flag,” Takeshi coaches as one hand rises to pluck at your hardened nipple, rolling the pebbled flesh between his deft fingers. “We both know how long you’ve been wanting to do this. Show her just how much you want her.”

Rick’s tongue flutters over your sensitive bundle of nerves for the first time, and you let out a shattered sob. “Please.”

It’s still not enough. With every glide of his tongue, a void is opening deep within the pit of your stomach, an emptiness begging to be filled.

“That’s it. Can you hear these pretty noises she’s making for us, Flag?”

Rick’s answer comes as a muffled groan against your core, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. The way the two men talk about you alone is enough to make you lose your mind.

“How does she taste?”

Rick suddenly plunges a finger inside your soaking centre, pulling his mouth away just long enough to respond. “So good, Tak. So fuckin’ good.”

You keen at his words, lust drunk and yearning for more as Rick slips another finger inside you. You barely recognise the sounds leaving your mouth as his tongue swirls around your clit and he scissors his fingers, slowly beginning to massage your inner walls.

“He’s stretching you out for us,” Takeshi murmurs into your ear, still squeezing and tugging insistently at your delicate nipple. “Gotta make sure you can take us.” Something about the implication of ‘us’ sends you spiralling even further into the endless pit of desire.

As Rick ravenously continues to fuck you with his mouth and fingers, you feel your climax approaching, the familiar coiling sensation low in your belly growing stronger and stronger with every sweep of his tongue.

“You gonna come for us now?” Takeshi asks, his voice deep and encouraging as he presses his lips against your jaw. “Are you gonna show us what a good girl you are?”

As if his words weren’t already enough to tip you over the edge, Takeshi turns your upper body towards him. He dips his head, his hot mouth clamping over your peaked breast, where he starts to bite and suck. Rick’s fingers continue to curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

You shudder, heat spreading over your skin as you are utterly overwhelmed by the sensation - by what the two men are doing to your body. Your climax barrels towards you with every touch, until the tension in your lower abdomen finally snaps. You fall back against Takeshi, a strangled noise tearing from your chest as the wave of your release overtakes you.

Takeshi holds you, limp in his arms, as you come down from the soaring high. His lips brush over your cheek and jaw again as he murmurs soothing words of praise but you’re barely able to comprehend what he is saying, especially when Rick withdraws from between your legs, and you find his lips shining with your arousal. The dazed look on his face surely mirrors your own and you’re helpless but to watch, enraptured as he rises to his feet and starts to shed the rest of his clothing.

Takeshi is still hard against your lower back, and you tear your eyes away from Rick, twisting in the other man’s lap so that you can palm him through his pants. Even through the rough material, you can tell that he’s impossibly large.

“Want to touch you,” you whine, fumbling with the fastenings.

The attention they’re giving you is exquisite, but you are desperate to pleasure them too, craving to feel their bare bodies beneath your hands.

When your fist wraps around his smooth, scorching length, Takeshi lets out a deep groan, the kind that reverberates throughout your entire body. You start to move your hand up and down, revelling at the shattered breaths you pull from him with every squeeze of your fingers.

He stops you abruptly, covering your hand with his own. “Want to come inside you,” he mutters against the shell of your ear. “But it’s only fair that Flag gets to fuck you first. He’s been waiting a long time for this.”

Your gaze falls to Rick, gloriously naked as he watches the two of you with patient intensity. You nod, flustered and frantic at the promise of having them inside you. Now that the fire has been stoked, you need more of them and urgently.

Takeshi shifts so he can slide his pants the rest of the way off and then you find yourself being repositioned. He moves you up the bed, until you are spread out and propped up against him. Slotted between his thick thighs once more, the now familiar feeling of his arousal presses against your spine. One hand returns to your breast, the other drifting south to where Rick has prepared you.

Takeshi slides a single finger inside you, finding you swollen and soaking. “Looks like he did a good job getting you ready for us.”

Unfazed by the way his friend is exploring every inch of your body, Rick crawls onto the bed until he’s hovering over you. His lips find yours and he kisses you with that same surprising tenderness. Your stomach tightens when you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You good, darlin’?” he asks, pulling away.

Trapped so tightly between the two broad men in a tangle of limbs, it should terrify you, but all you can think of is how badly you want this.

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly.

“Tell me if it gets too much.”

Takeshi grips the backs of your thighs, hauling them up towards your chest so you are obscenely spread for Rick. “Go on,” he encourages. “Fuck her, Flag.”

When it comes to you, Rick doesn’t need to be told twice. You find yourself rocked by a jolt of excitement whenever Takeshi instructs him. There’s a dynamic at work here, a shift you can sense in the colonel. At work he’s the one barking orders, but here, in the privacy of the bedroom, he takes them willingly. And it’s clear how much he likes it - that it lifts a weight from his shoulders, allowing him the freedom not to think, just to feel.

As Takeshi holds you open, Rick slowly buries himself inside you, inch by inch. No matter how well he prepared you with his fingers, the pressure still takes your breath away as he fills you so perfectly.

“Fuck, baby,” Rick groans, allowing you a moment of stillness to adjust to his size. “Your pussy feels so good. Better than I ever imagined.”

His words send a heady wave of heat through your body. He’s been thinking about this?

“Tell her how often you imagined it,” Takeshi urges, his hands returning to your breasts, squeezing, and pulling and pinching. “Tell her how often you jerked off in the shower thinking about her beautiful cunt.”

Rick stares down at you in wonder as he feels your walls flutter around him. “It’s true, darlin’. I’ve wanted this so fuckin’ much, you have no idea. Just been too scared to tell you.”

You lace your fingers around his neck and drag him down, crushing your lips to his. As he kisses you fiercely this time, you feel his hips draw back and he starts to move inside you, setting an agonisingly slow tempo. Every stroke of his cock feels like ecstasy and nestled between Takeshi’s thighs, every thrust pushes you harder against the other man’s length.

Takeshi’s heart is pounding at your back and as Rick picks up the pace, Takeshi’s hand drifts over your collarbone, his calloused fingers rising to wrap around the delicate column of your throat. You feel your walls clamp down around Rick’s cock, your breath hitching when Takeshi applies the softest amount of pressure. He could break you apart if he wanted to, both of them could.

“How does she feel, Flag?” Takeshi asks, brushing his lips against the side of your mouth.

“So fuckin’ tight,” comes Rick’s strangled reply.

Takeshi’s other hand slips between your bodies, dangerously close to where Rick splits you open. The pad of his thumb glides over your clit and you shudder, grasping at his arm as you plead with them both to continue.

Rick’s thrusts become faster, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to glisten over his beautiful chest as he pants. “Fuck, Tak. I can feel her gettin’ even tighter when you do that.”

“Don’t stop,” you agree, breathlessly, as you feel your second orgasm racing towards you.

Spurred on by your comments, Takeshi continues his ministrations. Your nerves are on fire, and you are so close to losing your composure. You tilt your hips up to meet Rick’s thrusts, allowing him to drive in deeper and deeper.

“Fuck me harder, Rick,” you whimper, digging your nails into his back. “Please. You feel so good.”

Rick complies, slamming his hips into you faster and infinitely deeper. Almost imperceptibly, Takeshi tightens his grip around your throat, but it’s still so gentle, just the ghost of a touch.

“You’re taking him so well,” he praises roughly. “You gonna come around his cock now?”

“Yes,” you cry, arching your back as his thumb continues to circle your clit with increasing speed. “I’m gonna come.”

For the second time in the space of an hour, the two men have you shattering, breaking apart at the seams as your orgasm crashes into you. Rick’s own release follows almost immediately, his hips stuttering as he curses and spills inside you.

“Oh fuck, darlin’. You’re perfect.” He slumps against you, crushing you further into his friend.

As Rick’s head falls to your chest and his lips trail over your damp skin, you slide your fingers through the lengths of his hair, wanting to keep him in place as you fight to catch your own breath. He’s everything you dreamed of and more, but at the back of your mind you are very much aware that the night is far from over.

When Rick withdraws, rolling onto the bed to lie beside Takeshi, his friend carefully turns you around until you’re straddling his waist. His jaw is clenched tight as his throbbing arousal presses against your aching centre. You have to marvel at the man’s ability to maintain his composure while Rick was fucking you against him.

You reach out to brush a lock of hair from his brow and his eyes shutter at the unexpected gentleness. “Your turn?” you suggest, your lips quirking into a shy smile.

The glimmer of softness you saw in Takeshi’s gaze vanishes and suddenly he’s lifting your hips, positioning his thick cock at your entrance. A gasp tears from your lips as you sink down around him. He’s bigger than Rick, although you wouldn’t tell from looks alone.

“Fuck, Tak,” you pant, your eyes widening as you struggle to accommodate him.

Takeshi is temporarily speechless, the only sound he makes is a low moan as you begin to roll your hips over him. Instead, he lets his hands do the talking, roving them over your body, alternating between gripping your hips and squeezing your breasts, like he just can’t get enough of you.

“You feel good, Tak. Really good.” You lean forwards and capture him in a kiss, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as you continue to ride him. His hips jerk up, responding to your touch, your praise.

“You were right,” Takeshi rasps to Rick when he’s finally capable of speech. “Such a fucking tight, perfect pussy. To think you’ve been missing out on this, Flag.”

“You talk too much, Tak,” Rick groans. You glance over and find him already semi hard again, fisting his cock while he watches the two of you. His hazel eyes are glassy with arousal.

“Think Flag’s feeling left out,” Takeshi grits out as you rock against him. “Turn around for him, beautiful. Let him touch you while he watches how well you take my cock.”

It takes no further encouragement for you to do as Takeshi asks. Rick helps reposition you so that you’re no longer facing Takeshi, but you’re looking at him instead. As Takeshi grips your ass, bouncing you over his cock with an increasingly brutal pace, Rick cups your jaw.

“You’re doin’ so well, baby,” he praises, peppering kisses to your cheek and jaw. “Look at you, takin’ him so deep.”

You’re a whimpering mess between the two of them, any coherent thoughts long driven out of you by the way Takeshi is fucking into you relentlessly. “Need you to come for me,” he growls from behind, squeezing your flesh.

“Don’t think I can,” you whimper, clutching Rick’s forearms to steady yourself. It’s almost too much, but it feels so good.

“You can do it, darlin’,” Rick coaxes, gripping your jaw and forcing you to look at him. “You can give us one more. Don’t think, just feel.”

His other hand dips between your legs and you choke out a sob when he finds the spot where Takeshi is spearing inside you. Gathering your slick on his fingers, he starts to rub your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, Rick,” you yelp, reaching for his cock and squeezing him tightly, lest you lose yourself entirely to the powerful sensations overtaking your body. You want – no, need - him to feel as good as he’s making you.

You pump your hand up and down his length. He’s staring at you in awe, open mouthed and gasping with pleasure, his hazel eyes never leaving yours. With Takeshi slamming you down over his cock, and Rick strumming your throbbing clit it’s only a matter of seconds before you’re falling apart again, your eyes rolling back as you convulse around Takeshi’s cock.

“That’s it,” Takeshi grunts. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” And with one last powerful thrust, he empties himself inside you.

“Good girl,” Rick grunts, his own release painting the taught wall of his abdomen as your hand squeezes him one final time. “That’s a good fuckin’ girl.”

The sensation of a pair of warm lips brushing over your cheek stirs you from a deep sleep. Your eyes flicker open to find Rick hovering above you. His handsome face is illuminated by the pale moonlight creeping through a gap in the curtains.

“Come with me,” he whispers, careful not to wake the other man still sleeping soundly beside you. It’s a tight squeeze for the three of you, even with Rick’s king-sized bed and you have to peel yourself away from Takeshi; his big hot body is moulded firmly around you.

Rick takes your hand, drawing you to your feet. Every part of you aches, but in the most satisfying way as he leads you out of the bedroom and across the dimly lit hallway into the bathroom. He starts the shower running, before turning to face you.

“Wanted to have you to myself just for a little while,” he admits. “That ok?”

You nod, feeling oddly exposed as you stand naked before Rick. It’s the first time you’ve been alone with him all evening. Without Takeshi as a buffer - a dominant distraction – you can feel a new kind of intimacy building between you. A new kind of nervousness, too. Because now that it’s just the two of you, it’s hard to forget that come Monday morning you will be back to being colleagues.

“How you feelin’?” His gaze travels across your face and you can sense his apprehension, the twin to your own.

“Good,” you tell him. Although the word doesn’t nearly cover it. “Great.”

His eyes crease, a tentative smile stretching over his face. His hands land on your hips, pulling you closer. “You’re amazin’, do you know that?”

You reach up and stroke his stubbled jaw, your thumb tracing over his bottom lip. “Did you mean what you said before? About wanting this - wanting us?” You ask him shyly. “Because I have, too, Rick. For the longest time.”

“Every word of it, darlin’,” he assures you, rubbing a soothing circle over your hip. “Think maybe we could see where this goes, you and me?”

“Yes,” you agree. A thousand times, yes.

Rick carefully positions you under the shower head, your back flush to his chest. With delicate hands he starts to wash you, wiping away the evidence of your earlier activities. As he works away, his lips press against your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, and it’s at this moment that you understand with certainty that whatever happened here tonight, this connection between you and Rick is real. It scares and excites you in equal measures.

Without an inch of space between your slick bodies, it’s impossible not to notice Rick’s growing desire. It stirs a heat between your own legs, and despite your exhaustion you push back against him, silently giving him permission.

“You sure, darlin’? We were pretty rough with you earlier. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’m sure.” You grind back against him. “Please, Rick. I need you.” You were right, earlier. One taste was all it took. You’re addicted to him.

His hand slides down the curve of your spine, splaying across your ass, parting your legs so he can slide inside you. The sound of the shower muffles your moan of pleasure as he sinks in to the hilt. It’s still a stretch. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the size of him.

When he’s fully seated inside you, your hands fly to the wall, supporting yourself as the hot water cascading over your skin creates a feeling of intense pleasure. Rick begins to plunge in and out of you, excruciatingly slowly.

“I won’t break,” you assure him.

“I know, darlin’. Maybe it ain’t you I’m worried about.”

Before you can reply, the bathroom door opens and Takeshi walks in. “Round two, huh?” He observes with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he takes in the sight of Rick still buried deep in your pussy.

[heresathreebee]

[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

[babblydrabbly]

Can I please request “that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile.” with Tak? Thanks!

takeshi kovacs x envoy f!reader - smut - warnings: piv sex. a little silly.

tell me what you think of tak in a mood that's not too broody or sarcastic haha

Takeshi's hip slow to a stop when he hears it.

He pulls away from your neck, where he's just been making your head spin with every ravenous nip and lick of his mouth. You wouldn't have even noticed the sound. Not with the way he was thrusting into you just moments before.

You open your eyes. Takeshi arches his brow down at you.

"What was that?" He prods.

You bite your lip with a flush, arms still clinging around his broad shoulders.

"Nothing?"

It was difficult enough to lie when he was simply beside you. But now- while he's between your legs, his length still filling your core- he can hardly expect you to concentrate, can he?

You stomach rumbles loudly again, unmistakable this time.

Takeshi opens his mouth, but you witness the rare moment when he's speechless.

Finally, he speaks. "Is this not interesting enough for you?"

"Well, I- I'm not doing it on purpose!" You slap your hands over your face with embarrassment.

"No, clearly you're preoccupied. I'll stop."

"No!" You cross your ankles behind the small of his back in an instant, locking them there. You feel the light huff of Takeshi's breath brush your ear. "It's just that we... we had sex for so long last night..."

He smirks down at you as you peek through your fingers.

"...And then you woke me up with some more. And it's good! Of course it is, Tak. You make me feel so good." You suck in a breath when he gives you a tantalizing roll of his hips. Your eyes flutter as he gazes down at you. Still, you redden as you admit it.

"...I'm just... so hungry." You whine.

The chuckle that leaves Takeshi's lips is feather light.

Then it grows, the deep sound of a laugh escaping him as his mouth splits into a smile. He drops his forehead against yours as his chest shakes with mirth. You try to resist, but you can't help joining him. And you can't help the way your walls clench around him at the action.

Tak moans at the feeling of you tightening around him, his hips canting again. He glances at you when you reach up and brush a few strands of dark blonde hair from his eyes.

"What?" He murmurs quietly against your lips.

You shake your head. "I think that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile in this sleeve."

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Onyx - Takeshi Kovacs (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Onyx” || Takeshi Kovacs (18+ MINORS DNI) 

FANDOM: “Altered Carbon” (Netflix Adaptation)

CHARACTER: Takeshi Kovacs (Joel Kinnaman, Season 1 Portrayal)

PAIRING: Female Reader + Takeshi Kavocs

MAIN STORYLINE: When Kovacs “meets” you one night, lust ensues. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote this one for myself. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜

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Neither one of you aimed to give out pleasantries while sharing drinks at the club. Neon lights casted overhead as he leaned across that table, safely tipsy as he faces  you with nothing short of lust within these hazels. You smirk, amused. 

“I don’t give a damn what your name is.” He affirms the statement and you’re convinced that Kovacs is definitely sober instead. 

“I don’t care, either. Pay with your fingerprints and let’s get the hell out of here.” 

Now, you’ve hardly stepped foot into his hotel room at The Raven when Kovacs almost ripped your clothes off. You don’t care. As long as this stranger is willing to use condoms, anything goes. 

By the time Kovacs slips that condom on, you’re completely naked. He walks up to you from behind and you glance over one shoulder, anticipating whatever this man decides. 

All you want to do is listen to him. All you want to do is turn your brain off and forget about everything for once. 

You nod for him and of course agree with consent before Kovacs bends you over. He’s already lined up with your entrance. Your entire body then heats up once more, but you stay silent, not wanting to give yourself away just yet. 

“One, two, three.” He directs by the shell of your ear, plunging into your core. You quietly answer him with pleasure, mutely overtaken in the best way possible. He even wraps one strong palm around your hair, pulling loose tresses back deliciously. 

“Fuck!” You cry out loud. At that moment, you scream, wanting nothing more than for Kovacs to move faster until you can’t speak clearly anymore. 

“Shit.” Kovacs clenches those bright teeth as his hips buck up against your ass tonight. 

“Ah..….” You can’t speak normally this time. 

Your own breasts shake, nearly jiggling as you look down through shadows of the floor between your steps with him inside you. Your small hands hardly clutch onto the rare wall, but you still don’t care. 

His grip around your hair tightening and he pulls back until you’re genuinely able to make full eye contact with him once more. Those flawless hazel eyes bore into your soul, as if he, a fucking stranger, knows every deep secret.

“Look at me. Look at me!” He clenches his teeth again and repeats the phrase as a warning. If you look away, he’ll punish you even further. 

All this time, he’s still fucking you, never stopping the dangerous pace of his hips found agianst your ass. You almost break, wanting to cum too early because it all feels so good. He’s dominant without danger, and you can’t get enough. 

Out of nowhere, after Kovacs pulls your hair back again his own pacing stutters and he spills, sending warmth into the condom just before this man could actually stop himself. 

“Oh…” Like a good girl, you cry out and follow his lead to cum soon after, almost punching the wall in front of you on impact. 

Even when both of you cool down and silence falls in the hotel room, Kovacs won’t slip out of your core. Not yet at least. 

Kovacs relents that firm but amazing grip on your hair and you finally put your head back down, giving yourself a chance to breathe. It doesn’t even matter that he continues resting inside of you with the condom on. 

He doesn’t want to leave you hollow. Never. 

You feel so damn warm that it’s almost unfair. Even as you still bend over, he reaches out and smooths his palm along your back, noticing how beads of sweat nearly gleam under every light of this dim bedroom. 

You’re perfect. So badass, too. It doesn’t help that the curves of your own body will now “haunt” his wet dreams forever. 

When you finally stand up straight again, Kovacs makes a point to gently react with your gesture, wrapping his arms around your waist so you don’t lose balance. 

Your back settles against his bare chest and he lifts your chin, silently prompting both of you to watch the mirror. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” Takeshi lowers his voice and you can’t help agreeing.

Although you may never see each other again, tonight can’t end, not until he gets fed up and kicks you out by morning. 

“What now, you want more, Daddy?” You look up and tease back, playing his game in return even while Kovacs holds you from behind. 

“Let's see how long we last in the shower, Princess.” Tak chuckles darkly, turning your body without somehow losing that hold on your waist. 

For the first time all night, you laugh. You then end up squealing when Tak lets go of you, but still slaps your ass en route to that shower. 

Well, I'll be damned.You think to yourself. 

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Bionic Exile: Chapter 4

Series Masterlist / Personal Masterlist

Summary: You try to fix things after your fight with Rick and continue to take care of Takeshi. It goes... differently then you had expected.

Warnings: slight arguing, language, talk of nightmares, mention of death, mention of violence, SMUT, unsafe sex (always talk about protection with your partner babes!), slight dom!Takeshi, power bottom!Takeshi , service bottom!Takeshi, dirty talk, 18+ only

Coauthor: @lacontroller1991​

Word Count: 3,426

You don’t know how long you’ve just been standing here for. It had been late by the time you’d gotten back to the apartment. Rick’s truck was in his marked spot, but when you had opened the front door all of the lights had been off, save for the small one above the kitchen sink that was always left on to stop the apartment from ever being truly dark. 

“Just hang out in your room for a bit. I’ll figure this all out. I promise.” Takeshi had just nodded, wordlessly heading down the hall on quiet feet as if not to disturb the peace any further. After your argument with Rick outside of the lab, Tak had offered to go somewhere else, anywhere else, but you’d turned down the idea immediately. You’d told him that it was just a small quarrel and that it’d be worked out in no time, but it was clear that neither of you really believed that. 

If you’re being completely honest, you have no idea where to go from here. All you know is that you have a promise to keep to Takeshi and friendship with Rick that you couldn’t risk losing and that it currently seemed impossible to have it both ways.

Which is what led you here. To just standing, nervously switching your balance from leg to leg outside of Rick’s bedroom door. Despite the late hour, you can still see the light on from underneath the door. But you just can’t seem to bring yourself to knock. Instead you are just there practicing what you want to say in your head, running yourself through a million different possible scenarios and pretending as if you're psyching yourself up when you're really only psyching yourself out. 

It’s only when you hear his mattress squeak and the gentle pitter patter of his feet across the floor that you are finally able to reach up and tab on his door, and even then it’s mostly just out of fear that he’ll open it and find you just standing there miserably. 

Rick looks exhausted. That’s all you can think about when he opens the door a moment later. He’s in an army green hoodie with a pair of black sweats and bare feet but it’s his eyes you really notice. They’re bloodshot and sunken, surrounded by slight reddened skin as if he’d been rubbing at them. It takes everything in you not to reach out and stroke the skin underneath them. But you know that's not the place the two of you are in right now.

“Can we talk, please?” He only replies by backing away from the doorway, leaving it wide open for you to walk through.

“I’m sorry I haven’t communicated with you better throughout all of this, Ricky. I never meant to upset you. That’s the last thing I ever want,” you’re barely even into the room before you start talking. You follow him to his bed, taking a seat about a foot away from him, still being careful to give him his space. “I just want to do the right thing. Just like you always do.”

Rick shakes his head slightly in response, “and how is turning our lives, your life upside down the right thing exactly, Y/N?”

“It’s my portal, Rick! Whatever happened to cause him to wind up here, away from everything he has ever known is at least somewhat my responsibility. I can’t just ignore that.” your voice is shaking as you speak.

“So then keep working on the machine. Figure out how to get him home. To his home. I get that! But it’s not your job to babysit the man!” 

“That’s not enough! He’s all alone here! And I promised I would take care of him until I fix this and get him home. I promised him and you know I keep my word, Rick. I don’t break my promises. So don’t ask me to. Please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, “Please?”

Rick lets a sigh roll through his whole body as he slumps forward, leaning his head into his hands. He just sits like that for a few minutes, breathing and thinking. 

“Ok. He can stay.”

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The next few days are awkward, to say the least. While there are no more blowups, the apartment is far from peaceful either. Mornings become a ritual of Rick making breakfast for just you and him, only for you to give your breakfast to Takeshi each time, much to Rick’s chagrin. As soon as it’s become clear that this isn’t going to change anytime soon, Rick starts making himself an extra large portion to share with you. Tak always slips some of his food (or your food, that is) towards you as well. It takes everything in you not to point out how ridiculous this whole scenario is, but in hopes of keeping the peace you just play along. At least you aren’t just surviving off of cups of yogurt.

Rick seems to be settling back into work, though this doesn’t stop you from worrying about him falling back under Waller’s thumb. You try to act casual each time you run into him in the halls of Belle Reve during the day, but you know he can see your anxiety no matter how hard you try to hide it. He’s always been able to see right through you. 

It’s more difficult to keep an eye on Rick on the days where you bring Takeshi in with you. You need his help in continuing to try to pinpoint where exactly he came from and what may have triggered the portal to open. While he’s upfront about what occurred in the moments before his unexpected migration, he’s quite private about the rest of his life. He keeps you distracted with tidbits about his world and the future, be it the technology, culture, or travel, but anytime his own history comes up he is quick to change the subject with a stony face. Not before you can see the pain in his eyes though. 

Which is likely why it comes as no surprise when you hear him crying out in sleep. You’re walking past his door on your way to grab a glass of water from the kitchen after finding yourself unable to sleep when you hear it. It’s late. Maybe half past two in the morning.

The sound startles you at first, as you’re still not used to having someone living in the room closest to yours. While you know that Rick also suffers from nightmares, his room is too far from yours to ever hear them. And even if you could, he’d made it clear in that past that he wasn’t comfortable talking about them.

Something about the anguish in the moans and half sentences coming from Takeshi’s room makes it impossible to walk past, even if you know you likely should. It’s clear that the man you were only just beginning to come to know is not a fan of vulnerability. But you can’t just leave him like this. Alone in the dark with his demons.

The door creaks slightly when you push it open but Takeshi is none the wiser as he twists and flails in the sheets of a still unfamiliar bed. His scrunched up face is sticky with sweat. “Quell….” you hear him whimper, “Please.”

Your eyebrows furrow at the words, unsure of what they mean. You don’t allow yourself to dwell on them for long though, instead moving towards the edge of the bed and gently shaking his calf. “Takeshi? Wake up for me, please,” 

When he doesn’t respond and instead continues to whisper unfamiliar names and terms in a pained tone you move further up the bed. You’re careful to stand as far away as possible while still reaching out to rub and bump his shoulder, not sure how’ll react to being woken up, “Honey, you’re ok. Just open your eyes for me,” you beg softly.

This time he awakes, jerking away from you far enough to nearly fall off the bed. You pull your hand away, raising it and your other one in front of you in a sign of surrender, “Hey, hey,” you keep your voice low, as if you’re soothing a rabid animal, “It’s ok. I heard you crying. It was just a nightmare.”

The room is lit only by the slight glow coming in through the hallway but you still see how wide and panicky his pebble brown eyes are. “I-I…”

You don’t push him, knowing that he is not fully here with you yet, still partially somewhere in his nightmares as well. Instead you just wait, not quite knowing what to do, only that your heart aches for the hurting man in front of you. You can’t leave him like this. 

He collapses forward suddenly, not crying or making any noise, just trembling slightly and curled in on himself. You barely hear it when he whispers, “Stay?”

The one word startles you, knocks the air out of your lungs for a moment before you move hastily to climb in the bed next to the giant of a man who suddenly seems so small. Once you are in the bed though you begin to move at a crawling pace as you go to place a hand on his bare back, careful to give him the time to stop you. When he doesn’t you begin to rub up and down his spine, occasionally moving your hand up into his hair and against his scalp.

“You’re ok. I’m here, Tak,” you soothe, “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. But I am here if you do. You can be open with me. I’ve seen more than you know. You aren’t going to scare me away.”

Takeshi doesn’t know why he takes you up on that. He would normally never think to tell anyone about his dreams, or his life. Maybe it’s the exhaustion that’s rolling through his body, or the fact that this is the second time in such a short period that he’s had to reconcile with being in an entirely different world then the one he once knew. Or maybe it's the way your hand on his body feels like a safe haven. Whatever it is, he wants to tell you everything. To get it all off of his chest for once. 

“I’ve done such horrible things, hurt everyone I’ve loved, I’ve lost them all,” it’s like once he starts he can’t stop. He tells you about his kindhearted mother and his cruel father. About being manipulated and shaped into a monster by the Protectorate and about being given a fresh start by Quell. He breaks down while talking about his sister's betrayal and about how she’d toyed with him over Quell still being alive only to rip his hope away with the truth of her real death in their final moments on the falling Head in the Clouds. Finally he tells you how he was hunted by Rei’s remaining followers, how he’d barely escaped with his life by falling through your portal.

At some point through his tale, you lean forward, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades. He can feel your tears rolling down his spine as you cry for him. He wonders what he’s done to deserve your compassion.

Before he can question you though, you reach your hand around to brush against his jaw, guiding him to face you. Instead of saying anything you stare into his eyes with a look he can’t quite recognize before leaning your forehead against his, thumb stroking over his cheek. Finally, you lay down against the pillows and guide him to lay against you. Your arms wrap around him as if to shield him. 

“I’ve got you, Takeshi Kovacs,” he hears you whisper just as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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When Takeshi wakes up, he notices he has a throbbing headache, and that the bed beside him is empty. If he remembered correctly, if it wasn’t all just some sort of beautiful but cruel dream, he had asked you if you would stay with him for the night, but the empty bed's lack of warmth suggests otherwise. Instead, Tak runs a hand through his hair as he looks around the room. Maybe he scared you off with the stories he told you the night before. Or maybe you had left halfway through the night, in which case he seriously misjudged your feelings for him, but all thoughts were cast aside once you walked through the door with a tray of food and a fresh cup of coffee.

“Morning Tak, did you sleep better?” He would probably never understand how you, someone he only just met, could treat him with such understanding. Regardless, he gets out of the bed and walks over to you, eyeing you up and down, noticing how your knuckles slightly clenched around the tray, not really sure where or what he was doing. Moving to stand in front of you, Tak grasps the plate and mug and takes them from you, setting them down on the dresser next to him.

“Is he here?”

“Who? Rick? He already left for work,” You’re confused by his question. 

“Good,” his lips cut you off while his hands circled your waist, pulling you flush against him. The kiss is far from hesitant, a clear caress of sleep chapped lips.  

Forcing yourself to pull away, you look up at the envoy with hesitancy. “I don’t wanna take advantage of you. You’re still hurting,”

Tak shakes his head, thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “I want this. I want to feel you. Please?”

“Even though you know my feelings for-”

“Yes,” Tak cuts you off, “I don’t need serious. If you want me, I want you. It’s that simple.”

“So just sex?”

“Sounds good to me,” he agrees, leaning down and capturing your lips against his again, pushing you toward the bed before he shoves you against it, toppling down on top of you as his lips press wet open kisses to your neck, his hands working to rid you of your clothes.

“Tak, wait,” you grab his hands, halting them from removing your clothes, “let's go slow, yeah?” His eyes stare back in shock before slowly nodding his head. 

Placing a soft kiss on his lips, you allow your hands to wind up in his tousled hair and pull him down on you. You work with him to pull off and push aside clothes in between soft kisses to everywhere within reach. Now without clothing to separate the two of you, you flip him over so you are straddling him, hands on his toned chest, fingers tracing old and new scars alike.

“What are these from?” You ask, looking at the raised lines on his otherwise smooth skin.

“Don’t know, half of these aren’t mine,” you glance at him in question as he shakes his head, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he grinds his hips into yours in an attempt to distract you, his erection pressing against your wet core. It clearly works, as a breathy moan rises from your chest.

One of his hands glides it way from your hip to your glistening core. Tak gathers your wetness onto his fingers, taking his time to circle your clit repeatedly, until he has to hold you still with his remaining. From there he moves to push his finger deep into you, testing you. When your groans only continue to grow as he continues to thrust the digit in and out of you he adds a second, beginning to curl them within you.

“How’s that baby? Am I making you feel good,” You find yourself unable to reply as the pads of his fingers curl into a particular spot inside of you, instead only able to mumble unintelligibly and squirm on top of him. “At a girl. Let go for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum.”

You practically preen at his words, finding yourself unable to do anything but exactly what he’s told you to as you quiver and convulse around his fingers. Your orgasm flows through you like a tidal wave, taking your breath away and forcing you forward, your entire body rested over his. 

“There we go, baby. You look so fucking hot up there, cumming for me like that,” you didn’t think it was possible to feel any hotter then you already did, but Tak’s words prove you wrong. And you become determined to do it for him again.

Grabbing his hard member, you align him with your core before slowly sinking onto him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Tak groans as you slowly grind on him, your tits bouncing each time, catching Tak’s attention. 

“Tak, touch me more, please,” he smirks at your begging, hands raising from your hips to grasp your tits in his large hands, kneading the soft skin. Moaning, you threw your head back as his cock filled you up perfectly. 

I wonder if this is how Rick would feel, you don’t know where the thought comes from, but guilt floods through you as your eyes meet Takeshi’s, I mean, he said he didn’t care about your feelings for Rick. And he’s trying to get over his own shit too. Maybe this is ok. You let the thought invade your mind as you rut against Tak’s hips, wordlessly asking him to move. Nodding, he pulls out before snapping back into you, groaning against your neck, both of you relishing in the sensation of the other. You had to admit to yourself, he was good. Amazing even. Pulling out quickly, Tak pushes you back so he is on top before thrusting back into you. The way his hips angle themselves against your hips as he thrusts into you has you seeing stars in no time. Feeling the building of another orgasm, your eyes bore into his as your breathing quickened, your walls beginning to convulse around his cock.

“You already coming again? Am I that good?” You're already coming, darlin’? Such a good girl for me, Rick’s voice echoes in your head as Tak mocks, seemingly knowing what is occurring in your mind as your head rolls to the side, him picking up the pace and pounding into you, skin slapping skin as you clamp down around his cock with a shout, waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Tak’s hips began to sputter as he began chasing his own orgasm. Never has he cum this fast, but something about you using him - for what he assumes imaging Rick instead of him - and him using you -  for what you probably assume is him imagining Quell instead of yourself - made him tip over the edge quickly and suddenly. 

Coming down from his high, Tak slips out and crashes onto the bed next to you, you still trying to regain your breath. Looking over to you, you both move to open your mouths, wanting to talk but having no words. Breaking the silence, Tak speaks first, “Did you imagine it was Rick instead of me?” 

Heat blooms across your cheeks as shame rises inside of your body. He was hurting from what he was going through, and you were picturing fucking your long time crush that you knew would never like you back.

“Yes and I feel terrible about it,” you whisper, ashamed, but he only shakes his head and dismisses you with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry, I was doing the same thing,” he admits as your gaze snaps up to him. A pang of anger shot through your body, but you can’t blame him. Sighing, you rolled out of his bed with a blanket wrapped around you, heading for the door.

“I appreciate the sex Tak. It was damn good,” you wink at him, turning to open the door before looking back, “get showered, we still have actual work to do.” As you walk away, your heart aches. While you had just gotten off to picturing Rick fucking you instead of Tak, the feelings you were beginning to feel for the envoy only grew. What you didn’t know, thought, was Tak was thinking the same thing. His growing feelings for you accompanying the guilt of picturing Quell ate his insides. He makes a silent promise to himself, he won’t picture Quell or Ortega again when fucking you, and if you pictured Rick, then he’d be okay with it. But he won’t, can’t do that again.

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Kinktober Day 22 (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader)

AAAAA TAKESHI IS SO SEXY

TAKESHI-SAN, SIR PLEASE FUCK ME

Kinktober Day 22 - Shower Sex

WARNINGS: STRAIGHT UP SMUT 18+ ONLY, language, p in v, squirting, vaginal penetration, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstim, slight hand job?, biting, oral sex (male receiving)

The hot water cascades down your body as you tilt your head back, letting your hair fall out of your face as it weighs heavily with water. But that wasn’t what you were focusing on. No. Not one bit. What you were focusing on was his large hands grasping your hips and pulling your back against his broad chest.

“I missed you,” Takeshi mumbles against your neck, placing an open mouth kiss against your pulse point as his large arms wrap around your frame.

“Kesh, I’ve been here all day,” you reply, leaning your head back to allow him better access to your neck, your hands reaching up and tangling in his dirty blonde hair.

“I know,” his teeth graze your jugular as one hand reaches up and grasps your breast, “still doesn’t change the fact that I did,” you turn around in his arms and face the envoy. You move to stand on your tippy toes and place a small kiss on his lips, your stomach grazing his hardening member as you do so.

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me,” you mention, twirling one of his strands of hair as he smirks before pushing you against the shower wall and placing kisses all over your neck.

“I’ll show you alright,” he replies as his large frame traps you between him and the wall with no chance of escape. Arousal begins pooling in your lower abdomen as you spit in your hand and grasp his dick, pumping it slowly as he lets out a sigh, “just like that princess,” Takeshi mumbles as his head dips to take one of your nipples in his mouth, his fingers pinching the other one. Rutting your hips against his, you try to gather some sort of friction for your lower regions as Tak smirks against your breast. Pulling away, Tak looks down at you, “are you already that needy for me?” You eye him with lust as you lick your lips before you grab a hand and pull his lips down against yours, your tongue shoving into his mouth but his quickly gaining dominance. Grabbing his cock in his hand, Takeshi rubs his shaft against your damp folds as he slips his tip past your hood. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you gently bite into the flesh that was there as Tak grabs your waist and hoists you up higher against the wall before allowing you to sink all the way down his cock, causing the both of you to moan in sync.

“Fuck, you’re tighter than I remember,” he whispers as you whimper, clutching his broad shoulders as if you were a joey and he were a koala. Wrapping your legs around his hips, you use the leverage of his shoulders to hoist yourself up slightly before sinking back down onto him.

“Fuck, Tak, fuck me good,” you command against the shell of his ear and he nods, drawing his hips back out before thrusting up into your again and again and again. Groaning, Tak pivots his hips slightly, allowing the tip of his dick to brush against your g-spot, causing a shiver to roll down your body, “right there. Fuck, right there,” you moan as he continues to rapidly thrust into you, one hand moving down to rub against your clit, aiding in the approach of your first orgasm of the night. Feeling the way your walls begin to clench around his member, Tak bites your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Cum around my cock, princess,” he commands as your eyes flutter into the back of your head, a white feeling washing over you as your walls clench down around his member. Takeshi continues to thrust into you at a rapid pace, his fingers continuing to circle your clit as you cry out.

“Tak, please don’t stop,” you beg as he places his lips on your neck, sucking right below your ear as your cries echo in the bathroom, the sound of skin slapping skin accompanying. Tak grunts against your ear as he continues to thrust into you, your walls spasming around his cock again.

“Already?”

“Shut up,” you moan, fingernails digging crescent moons into his shoulders as you bite down onto his shoulder, his hips snapping up into yours at a brutal pace, his fingers still working your clit expertly. Feeling the pressure building in your lower stomach, your hand grasps Tak’s face and turns his head to meet your gaze.

“Cum for me again, angel,” he growls, holding your gaze as your walls clamp down on his cock, a clear liquid leaving your body and coating his pelvis as you toss your head back with a loud moan.

“Holy fucking fuck,” you cuss as he presses kisses on your collar bones, his hips snapping in and out of you at a random pace before he pulls out suddenly with a grunt and blows his load between your folds, most of his spend landing on the tile wall behind you. Tak continues to massage his dick to come down from his high while you sink to your knees and take his softening cock in your mouth, lapping up his seed. His hand immediately goes to your head as his body shivers, the tip of his dick still sensitive. You take him out of your mouth with a pop before moving to stand up on shaky legs. Tak reaches a hand up and caresses your face before leaning down and pressing against your lips softly.

“Good thing we’re in a shower,” you muse as he chuckles.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl,” he replies as you lightly slap his arm.

“Only for you, Kovacs. Only for you.”

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

🎃🌹Lia's Kinktober writer appreciation🎃🌹

I want to try something for kinktober.

So I won't do your typical 30 day writing prompt thing. I wish I had the time. But I don't. So ill do something objectively better. I want to do a masterlist of smut work of different writers (not just my mutuals) so kinda kinktober writer appreciation. Yall do amazing work and that needs to be appreciated

I'll add the details below.

Starting September 20th until October 15th I'll be compiling a list of smut fics I find under various character tags. And you are welcome (and encouraged) to rec me your favorite smut authors/fics. You can either dm the link or just shoot me an ask. If you are, in fact, a writer, you are very encouraged to send me your own work (like please I would love to read your masterpieces). You are also welcome to tag me in your work.

I'll list some qualifications below (pairings, characters and no-nos for me)

I ask that all fics are x readers (no character ships), fem or gender neutral only (I don't feel comfortable reading mlm smut as I am a straight woman myself). No incest/pseudo-incest, no rape, sexual assault or non-con (unless it's cnc). Those are my only limits. I'll read anything at least once.

You must be 18+ to participate. Whether that is to include your fic in the masterlist or if you're sending me (your age must be in your bio). I am an adult and I am not condoning minors in adult spaces nor interacting with mature work.

Character list:

Leon S Kennedy

Matt Murdock

Billy Russo

Frank Castle

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Soldier Boy

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pedro Pascal characters (Javier Peña, Din Djarin, Joel Miller)

Rick Flag/Takeshi Kovacs (yes I still eat that shit up)

Miguel O'Hara

Thomas Shelby

*list might be updated in the future*

Mutuals only section

Because yall are my babes, and I read everything yall write, you can send me/tag me in any upcoming fic of yours (no matter which character), I'll happily read it and add it to the masterlist.

I'm ecstatic to see the wonders yall will come up with! Don't be shy! My inbox and dms are open for all writers.

Besitos

Tagging some of my writer/mutual babes @fluffyprettykitty @a-reader-and-a-writer @loverhymeswith @inklore @ovaryacted @agentwhiskeysdarlin @charnelhouse @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @littlestatesman @wayward-dreamer @gyllenhaalstories @1800-fight-me @witchisenpai

[reveluving]

And this with tak

looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you.

love again ; takeshi kovacs x reader

warnings: implied (post) smut + fluff

a/n: I'll never get over the 'broody person only soft for their love' dynamic aaand, this is a part of my upcoming Takeshi fic! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» from this prompt , come & check out my m.list!

'to reassure you that he didn't fight for his life this long and suddenly find you for nothing,' ; 

You should've been wide awake when you realized how different the bed sheets felt. They were softer, extravagant even, like it belonged somewhere fancy. Initially, you thought nothing of it — long working hours were nothing new to you, so, passing out on wherever your aching body could rest on as soon as you'd reach home was common. 

Now that you're gaining consciousness, however, you were too stunned to move. 

Why?

Someone was in that bed with you, and that person wasn't just anybody.

Mustering up the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the room's gothic interior — the gloomy yet charming environment, the antique-looking furniture and the ever-changing neon lights shining from the frosted windows. 

This wasn't your unit at all, although, you couldn't say you've never seen this place before. Hoping to remember what had happened, you tried to sit up, only to groan at the aches of your body, and this wasn't the usual aftermath from work, either.

You tried your best, though, raising your upper body further with your right arm. 

Then, movements happened right beside you. 

You didn't know whether to roll over on your back or skedaddle. 

In midst of thinking, you noticed the little white cloth hanging by the nightstand — a pretty lace panties. 

Your pretty lace panties.

Then, everything finally dawned on you.

Takeshi.

The reunion.

What you initially thought was a handsome stranger in your room, only to discover that it was actually your childhood best friend.

Your heart and soul.

Your long-lost love.

What started out as a wholesome reunion, only to escalate by how much you mean to him and vice versa with a night of passion. 

High-pitched moans and deep groans rang in your head, prompting your skin to heat up at the mere remembrance of it. 

You fiddled with the sheets, hoping this wasn't a dream or some sad imagination because you were missing him too much.

But, in the middle of your crisis came bashfulness.

Not only did you realize how bare you were, you basically did the thing with him, and details were coming in.

You weren't sure whether to giggle like a schoolgirl or scream because of how unreal everything seemed.

You yelped at the feeling of his calloused hand rubbing up and down the small of your back. 

"You're awake," Considering how he naturally has a warm baritone voice, one could imagine how deeper his morning voice was. You had no doubt he noticed how you shivered at the sound of it, "I didn't tire you out too much, did I?"

You debated whether or not to turn around — your lack of response only had him tense.

"Hey," Takeshi began slowly, "You feelin' okay?" 

He waited for your response. Funnily enough, if he was dealing with anyone else, he’d practically be a ticking time bomb. But, for you, he understood that this was a lot to take in. 

Having to say goodbye each time you'd see one another.

Now, you're in the same room — in the same bed as him, and he's not willing to let you go. Not again.

You turned your head back ever-so-slowly, only to freeze up as soon as your eyes locked. 

Oh, but there was more.

A smile. 

Well, between smile and a smirk was more appropriate, since anytime his lips were upturned pretty much looked like a smug look on his face.

This one was small, but genuine, like the glint of adoration in his eyes.

Only for you.

It is him.

Feeling shyer than ever, you looked down but did nothing to cover up since he, too, was in his birthday suit. Your attempts didn't last, though, for he brought his hand up and gently cupped your chin. Tilting it enough so you'd get the idea to look at him. You nuzzled into his touch, unable to control the single tear rolling down your cheek when he wiped it off with his thumb.

"You're okay," His heart clenched at the sight — if he had the opportunity to change things for the better, he would. Maybe things would've been different, maybe you and him would've ended up together even before the shit with the CTAC and Envoys and whatnot, "You're okay,"

But, none that mattered anymore, now that he was actually by your side. To reassure you that he didn't fight for his life this long and suddenly find you for nothing. 

There'll be plenty of time to mess around, introduce you to the people who he tolerated (but will never admit as a 'friend').

Later, though.

He pulled you in closer, silently comforting you as he felt the weight he's held on his shoulders for so long lifting now that he has finally found you.

Safe in his arms.

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

[drabbles-mc]

Ok I saw this floating around and NEEDED to ask you.

Fic Authors Self Rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written. Toot your horn! Tell us what YOU like about them, then pass this on to at least five other writers. (no pressure.) 😊

omg you sent me this and i was like "I'm gonna answer that asap!" and then i didn't 😂

but, whenever i do these i try my best to pick fics from across different fandoms. so here we go, in no specific order!

- Small Price to Pay (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader)- I've really enjoyed everything that I've written for Altered Carbon, I just love the characters and the world. But this fic in particular I really liked getting into the descriptions of what Reader was feeling and going through, how it all manifested in their relationship with Tak. They're both such a mess and I love them

- Pretty Boy (Juice Oritz x OC Dakota Lowman)- You know meeeee i love any excuse to write Juice and i love all my OCs like they're my children and best friends. But this one really has a special place in my heart since it was the debut for these two. Plus i just really love the vibe of their dynamic in this, and the fact that we get to see Di in this too.

- Last Resort (John Wick x GN!Reader)- This was my first John Wick fic and it was so much fun to write!! Idk I just loved the testy dynamic between the two of them. I loved the begrudging respect between them and the history that's there that neither of them really take the time to get into much at all. I love how he knows that they'll have his back even if they don't make it easy on him. It also taught me how much fun it is to write fics that take place in their whole world.

- No Good Time For This (Sydney Adamu x Richie Jerimovich)- You already knooooow that SydRichie was gonna make it on here!! I just love them. I love their potential and the back and forth between them. I love that their similarities just as much as their differences are what make things so chaotic between them sometimes. And while I usually love some good antagonism between them, I did really enjoy the two of them being able to lean on each other in this fic. I like that it was the two of them vs. Carmy rather than them versing each other. Thinking about them always, as you know 😂

- Round-Trip Ticket (Steve Murphy x OC Cassandra Oliviera)- I still remember when I sat down to write this fic. I remember how easily I got swept up in everything about these two. I wrote this fic for a smut challenge but it ended up being almost 8k of story that yeah, had some smut in it, but really everything about their dynamic and journey together was what really had me going hard in the docs. Their story spans over such a long stint of time and they both go through so much, together and apart, and I just absolutely love them. I still be thinking about them sometimes 🥰

thank you for this!!!! i always love going back and perusing through all of my fics 💖

[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Altered Carbon Takeshi Kovacs x Reader (gif found at ‘Momma -’ pinterest) Warnings: this is 18+ as it contains adult content (sex & death)

Calloused fingers worked delicately over cuts and scratches, wiping at them with a wet cloth, lowering his lips to an old scar by her shoulder. “Yours?” Takeshi asked, looking up to her unfamiliar blue eyes. “Mine,” YN answered, watching him find other scars on the sleeve she was wearing.

“This?” He dipped his head and kissed the scar that rounded over the swell of her breast. “Resistance,” She answered, running her fingers over his broad chest and along the jagged, red, raised scar that ran up his chest and peaked at his shoulder. “Not mine,” He said, retrieving her hand and kissing the flattened palm. When he looked up she could see him, her Takeshi. Withdrawing her hand, she stood, pulling her bloodied tank top over her head and he reached for the tights she was wearing, pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them and lowered herself into his lap as he pulled back his towel.

They were slow in their movement, eyes locked, looking past the iris of the sleeve, to the soul below. Souls that were joining once again. Breaths came in short gasps followed by long exhales, in and out, perfect synchronicity. Hips moved in a languid rhythm, meeting each other, skin kissing skin. He pressed inside her, warm and welcome, hugging his entry. Her thigh raised up and over his waist, leg holding him to her, heel dimpling the round of his ass; like his fingers did the flesh of her thigh each time he pulled her back to him. They were gentle, careful, like the other’s body was porcelain, each scar like a crack, with too much force, they might fall apart.

Fireworks sparked nearby, like a light behind her eyes before being consumed by darkness pulling in her gut, pulling her away from him. “YN?” Takeshi hushed, pushing his hair out of his eyes, hand landing over hers covering her stomach. “Tak?” Her voice was soft as she tried to sit up. “You okay?” He asked, searching her YEC eyes. A sickly laugh was cut off by a cough, blood bubbling over her lip. “I’ve been better.” Takeshi looked down at his hand as something wet and warm pooled underneath it. Blood was dribbling through her fingers and flowed when he took her hand away, quickly pressing it back to her stomach. “You’ll be fine, we’ll fix you up. Just keep pressure on it.” He said, scooping her up into his arms, ignoring the screams and shouts of the remaining Envoys and gunshots around them. “Tak,” She said, her now quiet voice still demanded him to stop and look at her, “I’ll see you later.” She gave a weak smile before her head fell back over his arm and went limp in his hold. Takeshi lowered her to the ground, staring at her as Envoy’s surrounded them and Quellcrest retrieved her stack.

[heresathreebee]

BREAK NEWS IM STILL BAD AT DIGITAL ART

Any fucking ways I've had a Takeshi Kovacs smut fic finished for 3 weeks but I was desaparately hoping I could custom make the image

Have officially given up and I am going to drop it tonight sound off in the comments or reblogs if you would like to be tagged