#Two: it also forces you to be as close to a robot as possible

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ I know how to make you sleep (Bang Chan) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Chan x gn reader

Genre/warnings : fluff, mentions of feeling numb but nothing serious,and soft smut? If that's a thing. Still exclusively 18+

Summary : After an overwhelming day outside, in the moment in which you should relax and rest, you can't sleep. Your loving boyfriend however, will help you get there.

Word count : 1.4k

A/n : This one was a chill one, just for comfort I guess? I'm sure many of you can relate to these type of feelings, but remember that sometimes shitty days happen for no reason at all, and that's okay. Just take care of yourselves <;3

ps: There could be errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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It was a weird day, that's for sure. In the morning you woke up as usual, made some breakfast, washed up then got dressed, and all that drill. Your boyfriend finally had a few days days of break from work and was still sleeping like a rock when your alarm rang.

You quickly turned it off and made sure to be as quiet as possible while waking up, even almost blindly pick out the clothes to wear, just because you didn't want to open the blinds or turn on any light in fear of disturbing his sleep.

Seeing Chan sleeping so peacefully and for a full night wasn't the most common thing, especially in very busy weeks like the ones that he just had. To be fair he did ask you to wake him up so that he could have breakfast with you and spend some time together before you left for work, but you still decided to not do it. He needed it and you truly didn't mind, if anything, it made you happy.

The reason for it to be a 'weird day' didn't have anything to do with you saying goodbye to your boyfriend or not, though, It was just one of those days in which you felt quite unmotivated, your work felt robotic and even the smallest human interactions bothered you for some reason.

Chan did wake up in the end though, quite a few hours after you had left, and texted you just saying how he would've liked to kiss you goodbye before you left, but also thanked you for letting him rest. That was the only thing that forced a small smile out of you and made you just slightly less numb. Other than that, you did truly feel like ten minutes were ten hours.

As soon as the work day came to and end you felt relieved, thinking that maybe the environment could've been the issue. So you came home, got welcomed with a kiss and a simple dinner by your boyfriend and then comfortably watched some tv with him before eventually going to sleep. Even after all that, you still felt that uneasy feeling in your stomach that wouldn't go away.

You felt quite frustrated, and a little bit disappointed. You really thought that coming home to the person that you love the most, in your lovely home, would maybe fix it? You definitely felt way better than when you were outside, but still it wasn't quite enough.

Your boyfriend did notice of course, but decided to not mention it, giving you a little space. He knew for sure that there was nothing wrong between you two or anything else in your lives recently, so he thought that maybe you would have slept it off. But that turned out to be another issue when you realized that even after a couple of hours after you layed in bed, snuggled to his chest under the covers, your eyes were still not closing.

You did try, for sure. But without success. After a while you started to feel very hot, so you gently removed yourself from Chan's warm body and then also pulled aside the covers. You laid on your back with your forearm covering your eyes, slowly developing a headache. Then you got cold again, so you pulled the covers back up. But then again you got thirsty, so you quietly huffed and got out of bed, walking to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

Your frustration just grew as the time passed and you still couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. You thought about it, about something anything. Work? Love? Health? A random news that you read? Anything. Everything was just fine, so why weren't you?

After a while you just gave up and went back to the bedroom, figuring that if anything at some point you would've just passed out from exhaustion. But as you stepped back in, you saw that Chan had woken up and was sleepily waiting for you, his head propped up with one arm on the pillow.

He looked so cute with slightly squinty eyes, fluffy disheveled hair and that small sweet smile of his.

"Hi" his frame was partially illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the window blinds. You couldn't help but smile back a little, your head tilting to the side to mirror his.

"Hi, go back to sleep" you said, walking back to your side of the bed. He followed your movements with his gaze, immediately covering you with the sheets and pulling you to your side to face him.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" his thumb gently stroking up and down on your waist. You sighed softly, also placing your own hand on his side, suddenly feeling the need to touch him, almost as if to absorb some comfort.

"I don't know, that's the thing. I've just been feeling very numb, very uneasy, very... meh." you spoke, trying your best to voice out that odd feeling that has been following you throughout the day. He hummed softly, now stroking your side with his whole hand.

"It's okay, it happens sometimes. But until it's not due to any specific issue, then it's gonna pass." he replied, his brown eyes looking into yours "Do you need to cry a little?"

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head, "No, I truly just need to sleep it out. But I can't relax." you whined, nuzzling your face into the pillow in protest. He chuckled at your actions, then going silent for a few seconds.

After a while he gently pushed your side to make you lay on your back, his body sliding a little closer to yours, so that he was now towering over you. You looked up at him, slightly confused.

"I know how to make you sleep" he spoke lowly, making you shiver, words suddenly leaving you as you felt the mood change. He moved his gaze from your lips to your eyes, then down again. The hand that was previously on your waist started ti roam around a bit, caressing your stomach, then belly. You started to breathe a little deeper, anticipating his actions.

He felt of course and a faint smirk appeared on his face. His hand got inside your pants and started to touch you through the underwear. A small moan left your mouth, your eyes closing.

"Chan..." your voice trembling. He extended his other arm above your head, his fingers caressing your hair while he leaned his face close to yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

"Just relax, baby" he whispered, his tone surprisingly sweet despite the contrasting actions of his hand on you. You felt yourself getting wet and he must've felt it too, because after a few minutes of teasing he finally slid his hand inside your underwear and started to touch you directly. His rhytms was steady, almost torturing, but you did feel more pressure on you.

Your own hand went up to grab his clothed arm, suddenly feeling the need to hold on to something. Your breaths were also starting to be a little closer to each other, a few whines escaping your mouth. This slow torture must've been working though, because you were definitely starting to feel your eyes heavy.

"Baby, p-please..." you whined, tilting your chin up to try and kiss him. Your mind was so dizzy though that you just ended up nuzzling him, your eyes not even being able to stay open anymore. He did it for you, gently pressing his lips to yours, starting a slow and lazy kiss.

His fingers gradually started to quicken but never in a rough manner, just enough to help you build up to your release. Your grip on his arm tightened, moaning into his mouth.

"It's okay, baby...let go for me" his voice deep and comforting. He went back to kissing you while gving the last few strokes that finally made you reach your orgasm.

Your body spasmed slightly, your legs closing in on his hand that was still moving just enough to help you come down.

"Good baby.." he whispered, "Did so well for me" he kept praising you sweetly, while gently retreating his hand from your panties. He wiped his fingers on his shirt, not really caring at that point. When he did look up to check on you though, you had already fallen asleep. A relaxed expression on your beautiful face, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape in complete relaxation.

He smiled at you and softly kissed your temple before settling comfortably on his side, one arm draped around your torso and the other still behind your head. He closed his eyes and fell asleep pretty quickly again, finally satisfied and peaceful now that he knew that you were okay.

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[weebsinstash]

I keep thinking of some darker yandere Vox ideas themed around hacking and his hypnosis abilities just because, idk, his obsession developing into the desire to control or pry into your most intimate of parts has been hitting different lately

-I mean, just. Right off the bat could you even imagine dating Vox for a while but being too shy to sleep with him yet and one day he decides he's "helping you" by completely overriding your free will and you're trapped in your own head watching and feeling as you lie on your back as he does whatever he wants. He treats it all intimate and special and it makes you wanna throw up meanwhile he's talking about, how like, 'oh, he was just helping you because you're so anxious, you two shared an intimate moment, he's never been so close to anyone before--'

- sorry, I've just been on soulmate shit so hard lately, so: soulmate Vox with a computer/smartphone/tech Reader and he's just incredibly um "emboldened" by the fact that "you guys match", and the whole, "belonging together" thing. You're his soulmate, and you guys should be sharing everything, right? :) what's your social media? Let him see your friends lists. You don't mind if the hacking stuff also extends to technology stuff outside of your control like peeping at your private DMs right? Oh, do you have the ability to connect your phone with yourself, or other devices with yourself? Better be careful leaving your wifi signal open; he just might jump into it

-Vox installing a virus inside you that tracks your location and things like your heartbeat, oxygen levels, and the current overall state of your body and all its parts. He's basically constantly looking at your... your fucking Sims stats. Are you hungry, tired, horny?

-I mean. When you really consider the possibility of "Reader/Vox are tech and certain human attributes can now be physically altered or modified", that can be both cool and horrifying in of itself. It could really be taken to extremes. Vox doing something to upset you and forcing you to forget about it by hacking into and deleting your actual fucking memories. Deletes memories of friends he doesn't want you hanging out with. Deletes memories of anyone he doesn't like you liking or admiring. Vox trying to forcibly install programs inside of you that can control or influence your personality

-been thinking about how Vox is from the 50s and has electrical powers and how he could in theory personally give you electro shock therapy or could be in favor of having it done to you professionally. If you're a robot like him, he could basically, EMP you and knock you out if he thinks you're "getting hysterical". I just often have ideas about how him and Alastor are from time periods where they threw people into hospitals or medicated people to control them to some real extreme degrees and methods and how this environment might manifest in their behaviors, actions, and opinions

-like me the idea of, you're already in a consensual relationship with him but you're still a little shy but, like, you're happy with him, but, he's so, You Know, that he decides that he just HAS to know more about you and hacks into you or does horrible shit anyways. Plugs into you while you're sleeping to look at your memories or even thoughts if he's worried you're hiding something from him, or even kind of worse, he just. Wants to know everything about you and what's inside your head, including all sorts of menial questions and wanting to know any sorts of habits or preferences or favorite things you have. He's juat utmost violating your body in genuinely the worst possible way by getting inside your actual mind and looking at whatever he wants and it's ranging from, he wants to see why you've seemed kind of anxious lately, to, he wants to know the best way to propose to you, to, he wants to make sure you're not cheating on him (without even the slightest clue to hint you are, he's just genuinely possessive and paranoid), to... wanting to know your favorite foods, colors, what shows do you watch clothes you like: it either becomes a slippery slope of him escalating how invasive he is Or he's just immediately feeling entitled to know everything from the get go

-so I personally don't have any experience in this sort of thing but apparently it can be a pretty big thing between couples that some people REALLY Do Not Like their partners watching porn and I can't help but think of, Reader who is either a new consensual partner/soulmate of Vox or a reluctant one and he's, insulted to find out you've been jacking it to like other people rather than sleeping with him. I'm talking "he's going through your search history" levels of creeping on you about this. He won't stop until he knows Every Single Fetish You Have and he'll use that knowledge against you, either to seduce you or just kind of shame you for not coming to him. Maybe there's even kinks you have he doesn't agree with so now he's like, violating your privacy AND judging you for things you aren't even public about

-you don't even have to be a robot and he has his hypnosis powers so... I also think about... Vox who forces his darling to calm down because you're not "cooperating" aka letting him/whomever else touch you, whether it's him forcing you to also put up with Val, or you're with Vox and Alastor, just Vox being able to completely rob your control of any situation, even nonsexual ones, forcing you to cuddle or try on certain clothes or answer certain questions. He's a greedy insecure egomaniac who's convinced he can buy/force your love no matter what as long as he keeps trying and obsessively finding out every single thing about you. He's pathetic. He's the kinda guy where if he's spying through his drones and catches you with another guy it upsets him so bad he's crying and stalking the dude's entire social media, finding out his name, his address, vowing to ruin his life, sobbing as he screams 'why don't you love me' kind of shit, but, to your face he'll try and be the perfect businessman to sell the image of the ideal partner and eventually husband

[not-neverland06]

Connor and Markus (separately) x android! idol! reader ;)?

I feel like it doesn't fit much, but it would be interesting.

Idol Talk

Connor RK800 x fem! idol! android!reader, Markus RK200 x fem! idol! android!reader

Summary: Two different tales: Connor knows the famous android isn’t telling the whole truth about her involvement with androids & Markus helps the lovely idol come to terms with her new feelings. 

A/N: I loved this ask so much!!!!! This was so fun 🤍

If this isn’t what you wanted send in another request using the white heart emoji and I’ll make something new for you <;3 Also so sorry this took so long. I have three other fics I’m working on and one of them is clocking in at over 100K words so… I need to work on time management. 

(I made the moodboard - its my first time so... I tried. However, the borders were made by @benkeibear)

Connor:

WC: 3.6K

“Have you seen any deviants in the area?” 

Your fists tightened and you tried your best to keep your thirium pump and breathing under control. Your hair was positioned perfectly, there was no way he could see your LED flashing red. 

You put on your best robotic smile and shook your head. “I’m so sorry, I can’t help you.” You'd triggered the voice you used during fan meetings. The type where your joy wasn’t actually genuine but you were programmed to sound as pleasing as possible. Life-like, but with just enough robotic insincerity to get Connor’s partner's eyes off of you. 

Lieutenant Anderson had been giving you strange probing looks since they’d walked into your dressing room. 

Markus had been caught coming out of your apartment building by paparazzi last night. You’d been giving Markus some information you’d learned from your manager and extra thirium for Jericho. Apparently, neither of you were as sneaky as you’d thought yourselves to be. 

“Really?” Shit, he so did not believe you.

“I’m very sorry officers. If there was any way I could assist you, I would.” You had to bury your fists in your tulle skirts, desperately holding off the urge to fidget with your hands. Any unnecessary movement would immediately give you away to the deviant hunter. 

Connor took a step forward. He placed his hands on either side of your chair and leaned in until his breath was a gentle caress against your skin. 

Ever since you broke your programming a few months ago, you’d been struggling with your new ‘emotions.’ A fan had broken into your room, in your programming it told you to always please the fans. But when he’d forced himself on top of you, your vision had gone red and you’d ripped your orders apart. 

North had helped you hide the body.

Right now, that body was the furthest thing on your mind. All you could focus on was how close Connor was, if you just moved forward a centimeter your lips would touch. In your twisted imagination he wrapped you in his arms, gently holding you, cradling you. Looking at you like you were something real, not just a toy on the stage. He would gaze down at you like you were someone to be cherished, you weren’t just a recyclable piece of plastic that should be replaced the moment you made a mistake. 

You were projecting though, it could be anyone. Hank could be the one leaning into you like this and you’d still have the same fantasy. That someone would see you. For however long you’d been made, there had always been a quiet voice inside you. 

I'm in here! I’m real! Please

Lately that quiet voice had turned into a scream. You were desperate, desperate for some form of connection. Desperation and all these emotions were nasty, uncomfortable things. You almost resented yourself for going deviant. Some days it was just too much, you felt like your insides were burning out and you were frying up. 

Working to keep up the facade of the perfect doll, while also wanting to rip apart those who were using you, was slowly breaking you apart. There were fraying edges in your mind and it was starting to show. Mistakes in your performance, back-talk towards your owners. Your fellow members continued working perfectly. 

Smiling at all the right moments, dancing perfectly, they were the perfect example of an idol. 

You used to be like that too. You used to be perfect, everyone’s favorite. Now, you were slipping down a steep decline that might lead you straight to the recycling plant. 

“I don’t believe you, I think you know more than you’re letting on.”

Your eyes darted towards the clock on your wall. Twenty minutes. 

You had twenty minutes until you needed to get on stage. Only twenty minutes to distract them and save yourself. Just deny, deny, deny. “I‘ve already told you everything I know.”

Connors brows furrowed, your software was glitching out the longer you stared at him. Your processors were misfiring when you focused on his eyes for too long. It was making your vocal unit short-circuit, conversational prompts glitching in and out of your field of vision. 

If you wanted to give him a proper answer, one that would dispel his suspicions, you’d have to look away. Yet, looking away would make him even more suspicious. It felt like there was a blade to your throat and back, no matter which way you went, you were dead. 

“Please, I don’t know anything.” You hadn’t meant to say please. It was a consequence of no help from your programming in taking a convincing approach. Your eyes were locked onto his, somewhere inside of him, there was a sentient being. A consciousness fighting its way through firewalls and softwares that would otherwise keep him obedient. 

HIs voice rose and he shoved your chair backwards so you were balancing on two flimsy legs. His hands were the only thing keeping you from falling. All of your focus went towards not reacting, not flinching. 

There were artificial tears pooling in glistening optical units. The fluid was meant for lubrication of your synthetic eyelids, but right now it was the only way for your plastic heart to betray your misery and terror. 

You didn’t want to die.

You weren’t ready to go. 

“I don’t believe you! Tell me what you know!” He was shaking the chair, screaming in your face. Your auditory unit was starting to buzz, his voice so loud all you could hear was static every few seconds. Threats were going through one processor and out the next. 

Ripped apart

Turned into scraps

Replaced by the next best model

No one would even notice

“I said I don’t know anything!” You leapt up, shoving him down. He went flying across the room, the strength behind your reaction had been unexpected by everyone in the room, including yourself. 

Both his partner and his eyes were wide as he stared up at you from the floor. “I think we’ve found our deviant, Lieutenant.” 

Your legs stopped working, knees crashing into the floor as you stared down at your hands. You hadn’t meant to, you really hadn’t. But you didn’t want to be scrap metal, you didn’t want to be ripped apart and abandoned in a landfill. You were scared.

“That’s irrational instructions in your code, you can’t really be scared.”

Had you said that out loud?

“He was going to hurt me.” The Lieutenant moved forward and stopped Connor from cuffing you. “He broke in and ripped off my uniform, I was meant to please him. No matter what.” You stared up at Connor, the tears finally spilling. “But I couldn't. I didn’t want him to touch me. I killed him, and I buried his body in my neighbors garden. Please, you have to understand.” 

You finally found the strength to stand and you buried your fingers in Connor’s uniform. Gripping onto him and begging him to understand you. To finally wake up and see himself for what he is; a slave. “I couldn’t let it happen anymore. I couldn’t let myself keep being abused like I was nothing! I’m not nothing! I’m alive and I refuse to be someone’s plaything!”

Connor’s eyes darted between yours, there was something playing on the edge of his lips. Possibly a frown. What was more interesting was what was swimming in his eyes, it almost seemed like doubt. Hope began tingling at the base of your spine, maybe not all was lost. Maybe you were breaking through to him. 

His hands were cold, much like your own, and they were too gentle as he wrapped them around your wrists. “My…” He cleared his throat, he didn’t seem to know how to continue. His voice lost the hesitance and once again was cold and commanding. “My orders are to bring in all deviants, and I always complete my mission.”

You shook your head, the tears coming out faster. “No, no, no, please. Please,” he moved your hands away from his jacket. Slowly twisting your arms behind your back. 

The fight had drained from you. 

Maybe it would be easier this way. No more training, no more demanding managers. You’d be surprised by the amount of death threats an android idol gets, that would be a nice thing to get away from. You wouldn’t have to deal with crazy fans that seemed to think they were entitled to any part of you. No more worry, no more anything, just that sweet release of nothingness. 

Markus had asked you many times if you thought there was an afterlife for androids. You weren’t sure. You were sentient, you felt, but you weren’t born. You were made. Can something like that even contain a soul? 

At least your question would finally be answered. 

“Stop.” Both you and Connor looked at Hank, varying degrees of different types of shock playing on both of your faces. “Connor, take the cuffs off.” Connor hesitated, “That’s an order.” Your wrists were released and you stumbled forward. 

“Hank-“

Hank shook his head and held up his hand. “I can’t do it, I can’t take this poor girl in just to kill her.” Connor seemed ready to argue, but there was a knock on your door. 

“You’re needed on stage SI700-005.” Slowly you moved towards the door, keeping an eye on both Hank and Connor. 

Hank wouldn’t look at you, his shoulders were slumped and he was staring down at his feet. Connor refused to take his eyes off of you. You expected hatred in his gaze, instead there was a strange shade of longing. 

You weren’t sure if he had identified the fact that he was feeling yet, but you weren’t interested in finding out. You quickly wiped your cheeks free of tears, allowing your synthetic skin to reform until your makeup was back to perfection. 

You walked out the door and didn’t look back.

“Did you get everything you needed?” 

Hank spoke before Connor could. “She didn’t know anything, thanks for letting us talk to her.” 

Your manager shook his head. “Not a problem! It’s one of our best, I’m sure you can understand that I’m eager to ensure everything in it’s programming is in good condition.” Connor wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. He knew he should, that he should always be vigilant about anything concerning deviants. Instead, all he could see were the tears on your cheeks as you had held onto him in your dressing room. 

If you were human, Connor would think you had been afraid. But you weren’t human, and whatever look was in your eyes had just been an irrational instruction in your coding. 

Maybe if he kept repeating that, he’d eventually believe it. 

“As a thanks for your hard work, I’d like to offer you a seat in my section for her concert.”

Hank shuffled on his feet and opened his mouth, he was going to say no. Connor’s software told him there was a 90% chance the Lieutenant was going to reject the offer and just go home and get drunk. 

“Thank you, we’d enjoy that.” Connor spoke before the Lieutenant could, accepting the tickets via an e-transfer with your manager's personal CyberLife assistant. Hank was glaring at him the whole time they were being led to their seats. 

Connor ignored him, he sensed that the Lieutenants like for him had decreased as Hank grumbled the whole way through the opening act. 

The soft notes of a piano finally caught Connor’s attention. It was rising up through a hidden platform on the stage. Screams burst through the arena, temporarily deafening Connor. He had to quickly adjust his auditory processors so he could actually hear. There were great explosions of smoke as the piano slowly lifted onto the stage. 

Soft, nimble fingers glided over the keys. Then he heard a voice, soft and melodic, a soothing balm against the roaring screams of the crows. His thirium pump beat louder and he shifted in his seat, desperate for a look at whoever was on stage. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Members of the group moved gracefully along the curved edge of the stage. Their white dresses flowing through the air behind them, they moved like they weighed nothing. Their bodies were more graceful than humanly possible. He didn’t recognize your face among them. 

Now in it’s place is something new

I hear it when I look at you

You looked up from the piano, and Connor swore you were staring straight at him. A member came over and began playing alongside you, eventually you got up and grabbed the microphone from the piano. 

Your dress moved around you like water as you walked across the stage. Each note, each movement was perfection. Not the artificial type, like your fellow members. No, this was real. 

Your voice cracked and rose with notes in a way androids couldn’t. There was a genuine pain and strength in your singing that couldn’t be replicated or produced. It was imperfect and wonderful and Connor wasn’t sure why his chest suddenly felt so heavy. 

You had made it to the edge of the stage, still staring down at him. 

With simple songs I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

You are more beautiful by far

Were you reading his thoughts? Each word was something ripped from deep inside the recesses of his mind, in a place he knew CyberLife wouldn’t be able to find. A place no one would see his software instabilities and realize that they all centered around this moment. 

They were all centered around you.

Our flaws are who we really are

You took in a deep breath and Connor was standing on the edge of his toes, desperate to reach you.

There was a new strength in your voice, a new conviction as you grew louder, more powerful. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I hear a symphony

Curtains parted and a symphony was revealed as you threw open your arms

And now I hear a symphony

There was no one else in the venue. You were staring down at him and you were the only two people left. Connor didn’t bother looking around to find where everyone else had gone. He walked towards your outstretched hand, his own reaching out towards you-

“The fuck are you doing?!”

He was harshly jerked back and the sounds of others overwhelmed him again. He looked up, you were already moving into your next song, turning your back towards him. The people in the arena were back, they had never gone. 

He felt a rush of some unidentified feeling flood him as he ripped his arm from Hank. He felt as though Hank had ruined something for him, he just wasn’t sure what it was. 

He’d been at every show for the past four weeks. Was he stalking you? Waiting for you to slip up again so he could arrest you?

You lived in a constant state of paranoia. Ever since Connor had interrogated you, he’d haunted your everyday life. He’d turned himself into your shadow, if there was someone watching you, you didn’t have to look to see who it was. 

“This is for you!” You snapped out of your trance and smiled on instinct at the fan in front of you. He’d shoved a teddy bear into your hands and moved on to the next member. You pretended to get excited, you knew it would be thrown away the second you left the convention center. You’d found too many cameras in these little ‘gifts.’

You looked down and began signing the autographs passed to you, at a certain point you zoned out again and moved on muscle memory alone. 

“Could you write ‘For Connor’?” Your head whipped up at the sound of his voice. 

Four weeks

Four weeks!

And this was the first time he had spoken to you. What game is he playing? Unable to openly disobey him you smile. “Of course.” The next words are spoken through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”

He says nothing, simply takes the autograph and slips something into your palm as you pass the picture towards him. He’s gone by the time you read it.

Meet me in the basement

You spent the rest of the event debating if you should do it. There was no point in putting this off any longer, you were getting tired of this game the two of you were playing. While your members were all charging up and in rest mode you made your way towards the stairs. 

You straightened out your skirt and brushed back your hair before you opened the door. When you walked into the basement the first thing you saw were props. 

Tons of sets and costumes, all from different conventions, each one with a different fandom attached. You looked through the racks and shelves, not seeing Connor anywhere. “Connor? Are you in here?”

You’d been about to give up when a bouquet of flowers was shoved into your face. You let out a yelp and stumbled back at the shock. A strong arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest. You gently lowered the giant bunch of flowers. “Connor?”

He actually looked sheepish, and there was a slight blue tint to his cheeks as he refused to look at you. “I’m sorry, Hank told me that you would like them.”

“The flowers,” he nodded. You couldn’t help your smile as you took them from his hand. 

“They are quite pretty.” He still wouldn’t look at you. “Connor, look at me,” your finger lingered against his cheek before slowly lifting his chin up. “What’s going on? Why’d you get me flowers?”

“It seems appropriate to do when you’re courting someone.” Connor seemed confused by your line of questioning. You were most definitely confused by his answer. 

“Courting?”

“Yes, um, as in, I would like to be with you… romantically.” Wow, he was so impressively bad at this. A similar blue tint rose to your cheeks as you finally realized his arm was still around you. Connor looked down and seemed to realize the same thing. 

Neither of you made a move to walk away. 

You finally processed his answer and let out a sigh of relief, sinking into his chest further. “I thought you were going to arrest me.” Connor nearly seemed offended by your accusation.

“No. I’ve been… building up the courage to approach you.” Connor slowly dragged his arm off of you and took a step back. “Before, I was seeing if I could catch you with Markus. But I’ve woken up and now, I just want to figure out why I feel the way I do about you. Every time I see you, you’re the only person in the room, everyone and everything disappears the moment I hear your voice. I want…” 

Your breathing program had stopped. Every nonessential function had been halted because all of your focus was on him. You needed him to finish, needed him to tell you what you’ve longed to hear. 

That someone sees you. Sees the flaws and the broken parts and they still want you.

“I want to know you. I need to know who you really are. I watch you perform and I can see what you’ve been forced to sing or how you’re made to act with fans. Seeing all the falseness just makes me want to know who you truly are.” 

There was no control or directive that pushed you towards him. You moved before anything could be processed and placed your lips against his. Neither of you moved for a moment, you were both standing there, your lips against each other, not moving. 

Then, he wrapped his arms around you. The flowers dropped to the ground, unnoticed, as you both moved against each other in a way you’ve only seen humans do. 

“We’re free, it’s up to you if you still want to perform.” Markus often came to visit you now, neither of you had to worry about being caught by reporters or your management. Connor came up behind you, a supportive hand on your shoulder as you considered Markus’s proposal. 

You looked to the piano in the corner of your living room and smiled. “No, I think I’m retired. I’ll stick to more private concerts for now.” Connor gave your shoulder a squeeze. The both of you smiling at the thought of your concerts. You would sing and he would play the piano. Together you basked in the joy of your new freedom. 

There were still things to figure out, still emotions you needed to understand, but you would do it. 

Together.

Markus:

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“I’ve always been such a big fan!” The fan in front of you smiled, “You know I supported android artists from the beginning!”

THANK YOU

YOU’RE VERY KIND

I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT

Your programming told you the best approach was a simple thank you. “Thank you,” you signed the picture and handed it back to the girl. One of the band’s stylists came over to you. 

“Your dress is too low.” You sat back and let them adjust you, once they were done you immediately sat back up, posture perfect, you gave your fans an apologetic smile. 

“This is for you!” Your hands reached out and took the stuffed cat from the girl before you. As a part of your protective programming you scanned the gift. Your sensors caught a camera hidden in the cat’s eye.

SERIAL NUMBER: PI0008-7651

MODEL: P60

MANUFACTURED: 11/21/2030

OWNED BY: Brad Long

“Thank you so much for the gift!” You scanned the girls face. 

Lilly Long

BORN: 5/15/2019

The camera was owned by her father. Did she steal it from him? Or did he plant it without her knowledge. You alerted security immediately of the gift, protocol demanded they know about any sort of spyware.

Lily Long, aged 19 years old, has just given me a gift with illegal spyware. 

You watched as security approached the table, grabbing her by the arm and escorting her out of the convention’s room. You turned towards the next fan and fixed them with a perfect smile. “Hi! I’m so happy you could join us today.”

“You’re free now,” you looked down in confusion as they reached out towards you. Their skin pulled back revealing an androids hand. You blinked, then again and again. Something was happening, images of a some sort of boat filled your head. 

Then your software was being pulled back, washed away by a tide of red. Your eyes went in and out of focus. The android remained standing there, his hand on yours as he tried to anchor you. Security was walking over, he’d been at your table for too long. 

You leapt over the plastic, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you as you both ran for the exit door. You heard fans screaming, when you turned around the rest of your group was free. Except, they were reacting more violently than you had. 

The androids were lifting up the plastic table and throwing it at the crowd. They ripped apart their gifts and shoved back anyone who got too close.

There was a tug on your hand, you looked back to see the man gently guiding you outside. “Come on, it’s not safe here. We need to leave.”

You glanced back one last time before following after him. 

Markus slipped inside a laundromat, he grabbed some baggy clothes to throw over yourself. They worked well enough, covering your face and masking your identity from anyone who looked too close. They covered enough of your bright dress that it wasn’t noticeable. 

You were currently climbing through some metal platform. Presumably to go to whatever this ‘Jericho’ place was. “What did you do to me?”

He glanced over his shoulder and gave you a gentle smile. “I set you free.

Two weeks. You’ve been stuck in a damp, run-down, ugly old ship for two weeks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the androids weren’t exactly welcoming to such a beloved icon. You were everybody’s favorite idol, when your team rioted, it’d made things a lot harder for the revolution. 

Your former team members had swiftly been deactivated and you were “spared.” Barely. 

You never thought androids were capable of being catty, or bitches. But, here you were. 

You gazed down at Detroit from the ledge of the roof, your arms wrapped around your knee while the other swung below you. 

If you threw yourself off the ledge it would be an automatic deactivation. Maybe that would be better. 

The other’s words from earlier rang through your head. 

“Look at Ms. Princess over there.”

“Hey!” You looked over your shoulder, a group of former servant androids were waving you over. You smiled slightly, excited about maybe making a friend. 

“Yeah?”

“You know it’s people like you that are ruining our fight.”

You blinked, your eyes widening as you backed up. “What?”

“Look at her,” one of them scoffed. “Still in her pretty little dress. Look, why don’t you do us all a favor and screw off. You don’t contribute anything, no one wants you here.”

You blinked, and kept blinking. There was a flashing light in your peripheral, some sort of warning, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t really see anymore, some sort of liquid blocking your optics. 

You rushed away when they started laughing at you, desperately wiping at your eyes. You’d forgotten you could cry. You’d been so dazed and confused lately, you hadn’t remembered the programming. It was meant to endear you more to your fans, now it was just making you more of a target. 

“Y/N?” 

You scoffed, running your hand through the snow and watching it fall off the building. You’d even chosen a stupid name for yourself. “What?”

Footsteps crunched through the snow. Markus sat down beside you. He gazed down at the cityscape, not looking at you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Still so confused about why he’d bothered with you. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Why did you save me?”

Markus finally looked over at you. There was a slight frown on his face, but nothing else gave away any emotion. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head and scoffed. “So, that’s it, I’m not special. There’s no greater purpose for me. I was just another on your long list of followers.”

Markus turned his body to fully face you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“You shouldn’t have saved me. I’m a drain on the supplies, everyone hates me, and I don’t like being awake.” Markus opened his mouth but you shook your head and held out your hand. “Take it back.”

“I can’t.” 

“Markus, please,” your voice was breaking. It shouldn’t be breaking! You shouldn’t feel. You aren’t supposed to have this uncomfortable itching in the back of your brain like everything was wrong. “I am wrong. This is wrong.”

“You are not wrong, Y/N. You are exactly as you should be.” You shook your head frantically and reached for his hand. He tried to jerk it back but you were already latched on, your skin melting as he did. 

There was an influx of memories and images. You gasped people you’d never seen before flashing before your face. An old man crying over his son’s limp body as you were shot. Fighting through the rain and mud to put yourself back together again. 

It was over barely a moment after it had started. It was Markus, you had seen his memories. That means he had seen yours. You stood up and he followed. You tried to take your hand away and he tightened his grasp on you. 

“What did you see?”

“Everything.”

You stared up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “You want to go back to that? That’s the life you want? Unfeeling, a slave to their every whim and demand. That’s not living, that's mindless subserviency.” 

“I know what it is. At least there I had a purpose, a reason for being, something to contribute. I’m useless here, just a hunk of pl-”

Well, this was new. 

You've seen plenty of humans do this. Done it once with a male host on a morning show, just as a joke. But being kissed while you can actually feel and understand what’s going on, it’s strange. His lips are soft against your own, a texture only slightly different from humans. It’s too flawless, too perfect. 

Neither of you seem sure of your actions, just pressing your lips together. Connecting with someone in a way you haven’t before. He laced his fingers with yours, a silent question. You pulled your skin back, any barriers between the two of you dropping as he wrapped his arm around your waist. 

It wasn’t a horrible barrage of memories. This was like a gentle caress, a slow entry into your mind as you both showed each other your worst moments. You slowly pulled away from him, you’d be breathless if you had any. 

“Don’t go back, stay here. Let me help you.”

“Why?”

He ducked down, letting his forehead drop to yours. “I’m not letting you go now.”

You smiled, as best as you could, “Do I have a choice?”

“Always.”

“Markus!” You pulled the trigger but there were no bullets left. You threw it off to the side, leaping over the barrier and jumping onto the back of the officer. You grabbed his helmet by the bottom, dragging him back and knocking his aim off course as the bullet flew past his face, barely grazing it. 

You jumped off the man’s back and slammed him into the ground, taking his helmet and smashing it into the snow packed pavement until he stopped moving. You felt Markus wrapping his hand around your arm and jerking you up. 

You grabbed onto the officer’s weapon as you ran past his body. You fell back in with your own small troop of makeshift soldiers. 

You ducked behind a barrier, holding them off until you were told otherwise. Charge on my mark, you looked over your shoulder, nodding at Markus. 

“GO!”

You rushed forward, grasping onto the blockade and leaping over the edge. You drew your gun, shooting the men across from you as you started to run for the next cover. Something blew back your hair, a great gust of wind lifted your slightly off your feet. 

There was a loud noise, thunder rattling in your ears. All around you your men were dying. Shot down by the drone above you. You cried off as red flashed behind your eyes, a warning that you were in imminent danger of a shutdown. 

You held your side as thirium pooled around you, “Shit.” Your pump was beating faster, bright lights playing across your optics as a hundred different warnings flash. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, too worried about Markus and whether or not this was all for nothing. 

You’d pushed for the violence, fought for him to plant those bombs and show no mercy to your oppressors. You followed the same faulty wiring of your former bandmates. Maybe this was your karma, to be taken down in the heat of battle for all of the bloodshed you’d been the catalyst of. 

Out of the side of your vision you could see Markus taking down the drone, ripping it apart with his bare hands. He rushed to your side, throwing your arm over your shoulder and dragging you to cover. 

“What are you doing? I’m just going to slow you down.”

He didn’t even look at you, his teeth gritted as he glanced around at the bodies on the ground. “Shut up.”

He spotted something in the distance, something you really didn’t want to see. “Markus-”

“Stay here.”

He ran off, diving for the bazooka and propping it on his shoulder. You huffed, “Not like I can go anywhere.”

You ducked and covered your face with your arms as fire exploded around you. 

“And now, we are free!” Markus' voice carried on the wind, reaching the rescued androids below you. You leaned on Connor for support as you held your side, waiting to repair yourself. 

His voice was stronger than you ever heard, full of a righteous conviction of finally being free. Detroit was yours, your people were free. And never again would you allow yourself to be someone else’s puppet. 

“Too frilly?”

You did a spin in your dress, putting on a mini-fashion show for Markus. 

“Not at all.” He stood from his office chair and walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading on your face. His bliss was contagious, a smile forming on your own face as he gripped your waist. “You look gorgeous.”

You shrugged, “I got nostalgic. Wanted to feel girly again.” With some confidence boosting from Markus you were going to perform again. Not over the top idol group performance. But you were going to get back into singing, finally being able to discover your own voice. 

“Girly instead of the badass ruler of the northern district of Detroit?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Lord, Markus, you make me sound like some dictator.” He glanced to the side and shrugged slightly, you smacked him in the shoulder, but you couldn’t drop your own smile. “Quit it.”

There was a warmth inside you as you stood in Markus’s office. One you’d never experienced before, a happiness and calm where everything just stopped and you were completely at peace. Nothing would ever beat the feeling when you joined hands and just existed within each other. 

You were happy. 

How funny.

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[yeosbbm]

Push It.

Smut | MDNI

starring: athletic! fem reader x gym rat! yeosang

genre: competitive rivals to lovers/ non-idol athletic au

summary/plot: $50,000 . that’s the prize money for the province weight and powerlifting competition. you’re not a weight lifter per say; but you’ve always been an athlete and you love winning as much as you love money. you’ve rarely ever had competition from anyone. that’s until you meet kang yeosang. finally, someone who’s as arrogant and talented you are. him being your rival and competition you guys have to push it to the limits. whether it’s publicly in the gym or privately at his place.

warnings/prevs: forced proximity, shower sex manhandling, power play, impact play, degradation , oral (fem receiving) , unprotected piv, breeding/cream pie, use of the word bitch (like once), yeosang is vv rude

A/N: Hey guys this fic came out later than it was meant to 😭. My neighborhood had a power shortage and I had to redo a lot of the story as well as me still feeling as though my writing isn’t cohesive. Which is why this may not match what was in the prev. I also came to a decision to make this a 2-3 part series depending on what you all would like, being unhappy with your own work is so hard but I still appreciate you all. Enjoy !

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Part 1:

Today was the province’s Weightlifting competition intramural, where they decide who gets to compete for the $50,000 cash prize granted to the winner who lifts the most and the best.

You’re not a common weightlifter but you’re athletically poised enough to try. Plus, your close roommates who already lift, San and Jongho have been helping you train for the longest. You know deep down that you have a chance at this money and could have so many opportunities. Get a better place for you, Sannie and Jongho, never having to work, buying whatever you want and more. Even if you don’t win the experience itself pumps you up. The only negative component is Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. He’s infamous for his skills, he isn’t the hugest lifter but his work has been impressive regardless. He started training the same time you had and has been your enemy ever since.

He just irks you. If he uses a machine before you he’ll never adjust the weight back to its original setting before you use it. He never shares his hand chalk, lotion or protein powder. The most annoying is that he’s always attempting to one up you. You two have been beefing practically as long as you two have laid eyes on each other. Insults hurled to one another no matter the circumstance. But today was the day you could humble him and put him in his place.

You and Yeosang are in the same qualifying group, meaning you two will be in competition for a spot in the actual competition. Every other possible competitor surrounds the platform. The judge sat there at a table adjacent to it, folded their hands and brought them above the table and stared upon the many competitors in front of them.

“Today, we are deciding on who will be participating in our competition for $50,000, only the best weight lifters can compete for such a generous prize. Here are our 4 nominees for this section.” The judge said this all robotically as if it were clock work, because it essentially was.

You walk onto your spot with the weight assigned in front of you. Looking across you see Yeosang, he was already eyeing you and ofc had that irritating smile on his face.

You two and two other men are lined up. Yeosang was to go and lift first, you last . Yeo rubbed his hands together in the weight chalk before reaching down and gripping the weight. As if it weighed nothing he deadlifted it up to his waist. Ooos and Ahhhs filled the crowd from his easy attempt at this weight. The hard part, was him bringing it above him. He struggles fighting the weights gravity with his strength. After moments of him steadying his breathing and shutting his eyes tight he brings the weight above. Cheers fill the room and the judge lifts their brow obviously impressed.

The two other men went now. While yes they did bring the weight up there was no grace, technique as well as they struggled and lost form.

Now it’s your turn. You take a breath and prepare your hands. You look down and stretch your back. You reach down and take one last breath before you grip the weight and snap up to bring it to your waist. The burn in your limbs was severe but you couldn’t let them see you struggle. You’re gritting your teeth now. You need this, you must have this. You see Yeosang watching. His lift was impressive but you know that you can up him, even if it’s only by 1%. You look at your competitor knowing that if you just upped your technique you can lift this with better form and efficiency. Jongho and San are rooting for you as well as others. You finally push it above your head.

Yeosang has a look on his face. It isn’t a look of disappointment or bitterness as usual. He seems…proud ?

Finally you, yeosang and the two other competitors are lined up ready to hear the results. The judge gazes at all four of you and reaches down to his score sheet. He sits up preparing to give out the names of who’s going forward.

“With consideration of all aspects such as physique, form, technique, elegance, strength and performance…”

You’re sweating bullets. The suspense is making you bounce your leg.

“Our winners are…Kang Yeosang at spot number #27.” People of his crew cheer and he had a look of being triumphant. Now this is it. The decision that will truly decide if you’ll have a chance of competing for this 50,000.

“And l/n y/n at spot number #26.” We thank you all for participating in our intramural..next qualifying group please.”

Not only did you pass, but you’re above Yeosang right where you wanted to be. Once you get off the platform your roommates hug you and of course rant and rave on how proud they are. Jongho and San say they have something do but will be right back to train as well as agreed to drinks when you’re through with solo training.

While alone you sit at a utility bench stretching as much as you could before your workout and then..

“Congratulations. I look forward to potentially beating you later.”

You get startled and jump from Yeosangs presence which makes him smile from joy. He’s stood in front of you with his phone in one hand and a protein shake in the other.

“Your drink smells…get it away im about to vomit.” You dramatically hold your nose and shake your head.

He brings the shake to your face causing you to swat and kick at him to shoo him away.

“You qualified now but wait till later, bet I’ll have you out of here by the first quarter.” After he says this he begins to sip from his shake.

“You’re saying this as if it’s guaranteed you’ll still be here after the first round.” You say tilting your head matching his energy.

He pauses from drinking and stares causing his eyes to be like daggers, “I’m running through this thing till the end.”

Interesting.

“Compared to me you’re nobody, my name holds weight here while nobody knows yours.”

You refuse to let him get the last word.

“When this is through, nobody will even remember who you are. You’re already forgettable enough.”

Yeosang scoffs and turns back on his way to his crew. You make sure to continue staring at him with disdain until he dissolves into a crowd and is out of your sight.

[Time skip]

After you stay behind for a couple more workouts that you could handle (as well as regret.) the gym is closing up and it’s time to head home, and you’re anxious to get home at this point. All your clothes whether they’re for at the gym, after or backups were dirtied from your protein powder spilling, and the clothes you have on now are all sweated in. Your arms and legs are worn out, and you haven’t ate real food since the whole intramural. You grab your gym bag and look around but within the sea of possible competitors there isn’t a sign of San or Jongho. Luckily as if they could read your mind from afar Jongho facetimed you.

“Do not tell me . You guys forgot to get me.”

Jongho shook his head and passed the phone to San who looks as guilty as possible. “Well there was a good reason y/n I swear !!”

“San whyy what happened.” You’re not mad per say but the lack of a heads up has you floored. If you knew they’d leave without you, you would’ve had the money on your card for a good safe Uber home. Plus it’s scary ride sharing at night.

“Wooyoung had an emergency with Joong so we had to rush over there and we saw you with Yeosang after the round so we thought you’d get lucky and he’d take you home.” He says it as quick as possible like a kid explaining their side of a fight with their sibling.

“We’re on the other side of town because Woos new place is by the pier .” Jongho said, clearly ready to go home while mindlessly steering the car.

“ Thanks Jongho. But San. Why…….. would I go anywhere with that man.”

San looked side to side before saying something that would grind your gears. “I mean you say you hate him but I think you secretly want him bad and it’s ok if you do-”

“San. Goodbye I’ll find a way home I’m sharing my location I’ll let you know when I get there.”

“Y/N IM SORRY WE LOVE YOU.” San yells through the phone trying to save himself while Jongho only waves goodbye and ends the call.

While trying to regain composure of the sudden change in plans. Low and behold, speak of the devil Kang Yeosang was stood there with the same blank expression he typically hits you with.

You’re startled by him and of course had to let him know. “God you can’t keep walking up on people like that dude.”

Yeosang is unphased by your complaint and places his bag on his shoulder. “Look are you getting a ride home from me or not .”

“Woah eavesdropper much…but, if you don’t mind sure..there’s a problem though you have to wait for me to shower and we have to stop by the cleaners because my clothes are a mess.”

Yeosang runs a hand through his hair and put his headphones back on “No need you can do both at my place, let’s go.”

You hesitantly follow him out the gym into his car. Nervous because he’s acting as if you both weren’t competing for a spot earlier. Maybe this little rivalry wasn’t as serious as you thought.

“By the way, it was luck that you pushed into the spot above me, don’t forget.” He said it with a smile knowing that the comment would heat your temper. Nevermind. This rivalry is most definitely real and mutual. You guys begin the ride to his place.

[ A drive later]

Yeosang let’s you out the car and you finally can see the place this rude show off lives at, but instead of a lame apartment complex with no personality it’s a family home. You tilt your head confused on how someone as obnoxious and pretentious as him can live in such a warm looking place. He’s already at the door since he probably passed you while you were lost in your speculations and confusions.

“Are you coming in or what.” He sighs as he’s placing the key to open the door, once it opens his house already has an aroma of his eucalyptus cologne and laundry detergent. You both walk in.

“You barely have a job how could you even afford a family home for you alone.” You’re gawking at how neat and nice the house was, seeming like those homes you see in magazines that you wish you could buy.

He shrugged while sitting his gym backpack on the ground, “I saved money up when I could..plus the utilities downstairs are worn out and bad condition, hot water goes out fast so I got it for cheap.”

What he told you was essentially in one ear out of the other while you scan the house and the impressive color coordinated furniture and decor, mixtures of greys blacks and shades of blue in this current room.

Yeosang stood there humoring the fact you were amazed by his living conditions. “Anyway, make sure you get in the shower on time and the washing machines are to your left and I’ll be showering upstairs”

“Yea heard you, thanks Yeosang.” You just wanted to hurry out before you have to spend another minute around him.

You went into the bathroom and started the water, He said the utilities down here were bad sooo it probably takes a while for the water to heat up you thought. You leave the bathroom and head to the washroom to start your clothes and wait for them first. You place all your clothes in the washer and put it on a 30 minute cycle to ensure the stains will come out and that they’ll be extra fresh.

30 minutes pass and you return to the washroom after lounging in his living room. The washer went out halfway through. The stains are barely out and you’re losing it. You start the wash over and head to the shower but once you hop in the water is icy cold that makes you wince and hop out and shut it off immediately.

“KANG YEOSANG.” You screamed from downstairs hoping he’d hear and come down. Yet you see that to no avail he hasn’t came out his room and can hear the faint sound of his shower running meaning he won’t be coming from upstairs anytime soon.

You wrap yourself into a towel and rush upstairs and burst into his room and make your way to his bathroom making sure to open his door slowly and announce yourself so you won’t see him in the nude. Once you see his shower curtain is fully closed you now fully walk in.

“I heard you coming up what’s the problem y/n since you always seem to find one.” He peeks his head out to see you with an apathetic expression.

“You’re setting me up for failure. The washer went out and the shower is ice cold how am I supposed to freshen up and get home in these conditions.” Your arms are crossed and brows are furrowed.

“Ugh I literally told you the hot water goes out fast, you just weren’t listening.”

You now realize you trying to get out of his place as fast as possible has cost you to not have a simple in and out pit stop situation at this man’s house.

You let out a frustrated sigh and slide yourself down the wall you were leaned against feeling doomed.

“Here just come in here with me, I know you want to hurry and get back to your friends.”

You know deep down that this will probably lead to something dangerous, I mean it’s showering with your competition and the man you hate the mosts at the gym. But you’re desperate to get home and get to the gym in clean clothes.

“Fine you creep.”

You hop in the shower with him trying your absolute best and with all mental strength to not look at him a single bit, in comparison Yeosang is looking directly at your body while having an obvious smirk. Despite his initial perversion he turns away from you to give you as much privacy as possible after handing you a rag and the aloe soap he was using.

As you both were washing yourselves, while scrubbing your upper body you caught a glimpse of Yeosangs body. His physique was so brawny but gentle at the same time. The main thing catching your eye being his back and arms. That’s when the sexual thoughts start and you can’t help but think about and imagine how he can manhandle you into any position and get to work.

“Stop eye fucking me y/n.” He casually says without turning, as if he had eyes on the back of his head or can simply sense your eyes scanning his soapy muscles.

You know you were practically eyeing him like a piece of meat but when it comes to Yeo…denial is your bestfriend. You sucked your teeth, “I wouldn’t even actually fuck you let alone eye fuck you.”

Yeosang casually continues to wash himself down while a small laugh leaves his lips. “I beg to differ.”

Your mouth is agape and in disbelief from his snide remark..but you strangely want to push this scenario..“I doubt you could even make me cum in the first place in all honestly.”

“Bet I could make you in 5 minutes.” Oh he’s game.

“If you could even make me cum period, I’d let you get to the squat bar before me when the comp starts tomorrow.” You continue to wash your back, anticipating his answer to the offer.

He finally turns to you, having such an evil grin. He gets closer, you twos chest touching from how close he’s gotten. “Alright y/n, you’ve got a bet.”

Literally a couple minutes later

Yeosang has you backed up into and pressed against one of the shower walls, fingering you at a pace that has you biting your lip and having to control how much you move your hips to get more friction. Giving you kisses that are hungry and full of lust. Even though you feel like you’re on cloud 9, you can’t let him know how good he’s making you feel.

“Wow. I thought I’d cum in 5, I doubt I’ll cum at all at this rate.” You’re hoping he can’t clock your ragged breaths from the stimulation.

He stops and scoffs as if that’s the worse thing you’ve told him ever. He pulls his fingers out quicker than you could now and give you a stare that you could only describe as primal.

“Let me show you who’s really stronger between the two of us..”

Yeo lifts up your legs and gets on his knees. He rests your legs on his shoulders and uses all his upper body and arm strength to keep you held up. Then he immediately goes for your cunt, he automatically starts licking and prodding your entrance with his tongue.

“Put me down we might fall.” You gasp knowing you’re holding in a moan that’s itching to tumble out of your mouth.

Yeosang pulls his face away for a moment and laughs as though you said a joke. He tensed and flexed his muscles in his typical show off fashion. “Trust me, you’re not falling anytime soon.” He goes back to attacking your cunt.

He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue at an overly stimulating pace that makes you squirm and then brings his tongue in and out your hole causing you to breathe rapidly.

“You’re such a mess from my mouth alone, ‘s cute”. He mutters before continuing to move you a bit so you’re indirectly riding his face.

“I hate you, so much Yeo..” You whimper as you try to grip the slick tile shower walls for solace.

You can feel yourself reaching the edge but he stops and gently drops you back down onto your feet without you slipping a bit. He effortlessly bends you over and smacks your ass twice, causing you to yelp. He snickers at your sudden reaction and attempts to slide his cock in. It slides in and you make a sigh of relief as his moderate thrust begin making your legs quiver. But since he can’t get a good stance from the wet floor he accidentally slips out.

His cock slips out another time and he grunts in frustration. He cuts the water off and picks you up bridal style with ease and no hesitation. He walks you both out the bathroom and practically tosses you in the bed and immediately parts your legs. He holds your legs up for you since he knows you’re already weak. Both of your bodies are still dripping with shower water and now sweat from the intensity of everything.

“Now I can fuck you like you deserve.”

No warning he drives his thick cock in. You’re folded in such a way that it’s almost like it’s straight out of a rough porno. Your glistening bodies and his messy hair makes this so much more erotic. His thrust are so harsh and strong it’s moving your body upwards per each thrust.

“Hate me so bad but you’re taking my dick, pathetic. Trying to be all big and bad when you’re a bitch in heat.”

“Shut up.” You gasp from how his cock hits you at the exact right spot almost each and every time. “Me letting you fuck doesn’t mean….” You can’t even finish your sentence because moans keep spilling out.

“You can’t even talk. Is it that good ? I know it is but I wanna hear you say it.”

You cover your face with your forearm because the humiliation has you clenching around him and a shadow of shyness takes over you now. Yeosang immediately ends it though, using only one hand to hold your ankles up he moves your arm away with his free hand so he can see you squirm under him. He fucks into you harder, you can hear his hips collide into yours. His hips are relentless while fucking his cock into you.

“Should’ve known that bad attitude was because you wanted my cock. Irritated because you needed to be fucked into a mattress.”

“Yeosang I’m sorry for being so rude, speed up so I can cum please.” You can’t believe those words came out your mouth for the man you despise the most .

He stops and you whine from the sudden emptiness you feel from him taking his cock out. He lifts you up onto your knees and holds your head/jaw in his hand. He brushes his thumb on your lips.

While he stares and smirks he hits you with a command. “Open for me.” He lightly prods his thumb between your lips as if he alr knew you’d open your mouth up just for him, and you did. Your mouth wide he presses his thumb down on your tongue and licks his lips. He puts his face over yours and spits in your mouth.

He gives a nonchalant smile afterwards, and gives you a messy kiss and harshly grabs your ass.

“I knew you’d do it for me, such a good girl…let me help you since you’ve been so good.” He says while bending you over into doggy. You start in the regular position but he pushes your upper body farther into the bed and has your ass high up in display for him. Then he brings his cock back into you. Yeosang immediately starts giving rapid thrust, dragging his dick in and out like he never wanted you to forget this.

You immediately clench around him and can feel your cunt becoming wetter and wetter by the second. You keep repeating Yeos name like a mantra for good luck and moaning like you don’t have an ounce of shame in your body.

Yeosang starts groaning from how tight your cunt was and how hot you looked. He was pulling your hair and it’s a mess, lips looking plump and lightly swole from the bruising kisses and your eyes were glassy. Your body was still glistening and looked like artwork in front of him. He couldn’t help himself and began to smack your ass. You brace your body and felt like you could cum right then and there and whined loudly which was music to his ears.

“Yeosang I’m so close it’s too much.” Your pupils are blown and you feel the white hot knot inside you slowly unravel.

“Me too…where do you want me to cum, where do you want me to make a mess.” Yeosang utters breathlessly.

“In me, please just fill me up.” You know if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t dare let his man finish in you, but the fog of pleasure you’re in clouds your judgement.

“Cmon y/n cum on my cock.” He demands right before smacking your ass a final time surely leaving a mark behind. The band in your belly snaps and you squirt all over him and simultaneously you can feel him practically breeding your cunt. You’re both breathless and fall out onto the bed. Drained of energy, you lay on your stomach trying to gain back control of your breathing. You feel Yeosang leave the bed.

Is this how it ends ? You fucked dumb on this assholes bed while he washes up to come back and either kick you out or leave you alone here to go elsewhere. You sigh and start mentally preparing yourself to get out his bed, put your probably damp gym clothes back on and take a walk of shame into a cheap uber. Yeosang returns but instead of him walking in ready to tell you to leave he comes in with grey pajama pants on and a black tanktop. In his hands he has a wooden tray meant for eating in bed. There was a small white plate with 2 toasts and a glass of juice and a chilled water bottle. He gets back into the bed sitting in front of you

You quirked an eyebrow and looked to Yeo, “What’s this for, you think I need a quick pity meal before you kick me out of here” You roll your eyes while ripping the toast apart and eat it with slight annoyance.

“….Kick you out ?” He looks just as confused as you were when he presented the food tray to you. “I’m not kicking you out Its about 11pm and none of your clothes have been dried yet you can’t even go anywhere.”

An “oh” was all that came out of you. It was all you could come up with in response since you’re surprised he isn’t trying to run you out of here like you assumed and actually cares a bit.

“Plus all you ate at the gym was a fucking granola bar.”

You finish up the toasts and take the folded napkin in the tray to wipe off some messy crumbs. You brush your hands of any other crumbs that could be lingering over the tray. “I guess I’ll just text San and Jongho now to pick me up once my clothes dry.”

He lays by you on the bed, reaches to his drawer and grabs a spare pair of boxers and a large black tee. “Here, wear these and just spend the night….let them know you’ll see them at the first part of the competition tomorrow.”

You can’t believe this. He’s actually trying to act as though you’d sleep in the same bed with him knowing for sure that you literally despise him. Loathe him. Can’t standdd him.

You take the clothes and turn over to your gym bag to grab your phone. You immediately text San and Jongho that you won’t be coming home tonight and you’ll see them tomorrow.

Part two coming soon.

[effy-writes]

can you maybe write something for Fizz where they were friends and when blitz ran away, she stayed and tried to help get him out of the fire, and in doing so, she lost her right arm. and now she is his partner in his clown gigs, and they both get captured and taken for ransom, and then they think that they're going to die so they both confess, but turns out that they get saved, and are together?

tysm :)

ofc!! i already did do a request very similar to that so i’m gonna do hc’s for this, either way hope you enjoy!

also i have insane writers block rn so bare with me 😔

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fizz x f! reader: being held ransom together and confessing feelings hc’s

• fizz and you bonded over the same trauma that you guys endured. both got injured and you two had to start a whole new life without limbs (with you just your arm)

• fizz would always apologize that you lost an arm, but you always tell him to stop apologizing and that you wanted to help because you didn’t want to lose him. he was helpless and needed to get out of there, but when you pulled him out your arm got engulfed by the flames that was on the curtain just next to his body, you would always reply, “i would rather lose an arm than you lose you”

• years later, ozzie given you and fizz new “limbs” as well as a job. at first you were very reluctant to perform again and it took a lot of convincing from fizz to encourage you to perform.

“it’ll be like old times!”

“exactly. i don’t want to get reminded of the past. i don’t even think i could perform again without getting all emotional.”

“i miss performing with you, y/n. let’s just do this one time and if you don’t like it then i won’t force you. but i know you love dancing, singing, acrobatics, and when you did them in the past you looked so happy. i miss that smile.”

• eventually you gave in and started rehearsing with fizz and found great enjoyment in it. ever since then you two been performing together.

• you already know that fizz got held ransom before with blitz, and that was a wholeeee other thing you had to deal with. you don’t know which day was more traumatizing, you and fizz almost dying or fizz almost dying and you couldn’t do anything about it

• whenever you two got kidnapped by a critic and got locked in a basement things definitely changed. he was freaking out as much as you were but he didn’t want to seem weak in front of you, so he put on an act and tried to comfort you as much as possible.

• since both of your arms and legs got tied up he had to wiggle himself over to you and used his head to rub it against your shoulder, “we’re going to be okay, alright? ozzie will eventually figure out by now that we’re in trouble because we’re supposed to perform in like…20 minutes?”

“that’s not helping me out fizz!”

“ah shit! okay okay um..we’re in this together?”

“fizz, i love you but you’re not making this any better.”

• unfortunately, fizz wasn’t right and you guys been stuck down here for hours. the critic hasn’t came down, so you two began wondering if he forgot about you guys. “do you think we can eat the robotic limbs? like will we die?”

“y/n…what?”

“i mean..yeah i kinda just answered my own question.”

• after some hours of you guys crying, laughing, freaking out, joking around with each other, the critic finally went downstairs to the basement. out of fear you and fizz huddled close to each other.

• the critic spoke about how much he hates you and fizz for ignoring him on social media and in public. at first he wanted to be friends with you guys and just keep you guys down here, but after hearing you guys cry, talk, and laugh, he became so envious of your guys relationship that he wanted both of you gone.

• you didn’t want to die like this, not die without confessing your feelings, and fizz felt the EXACT same way. at the same time you guys said, “i always had feelings for you and was just too afraid to admit it.” “wait WHAT”

• before the critic could say anything a loud gunshot pierced your ears, and once you two looked back up you saw no other than blitz.

“BLITZO?”

“heyyy guys…totally WASNT spying on you two.”

“then why the fuck are you here?” you spat.

“apparently saving your guy’s lives. took you long enough fizz to admit you have feelings for her!”

• basically, right after blitz saved you guys you and fizz had a long and awkward conversation about how you two had feelings for each other for the longest time and both of you had the same reasons as to why you didn’t want to tell the other person, you guys just didn’t want to ruin what you already have

• the day after, fizz wanted to properly confess his feelings at a nice dinner and that’s exactly what he did, and you obviously agreed to be his girlfriend

[yanderes-galore]

I have an interesting idea.

So maybe your Glamrock Bonnie’s mechanic and he becomes obsessed. He loves being with you and becomes hostile if you’re hurt, not his mechanic etc. He even starts pushing Freddy away so he could spend all his time with you. It gets to the point that he’s decommissioned because he’s deemed as a danger. But even that doesn’t keep him away. He follows you home, and you wake up to him standing over you.

That’s when the prompt starts :)

Hm... alright! Here's what I got! Sorry it took so long!

He Followed Me Home....

Yandere! Glamrock Bonnie Short

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Breaking and entering, Violence, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Bonnie watches you sleep, Forced companionship.

Red optics scan over the sleeping human before him. Despite the differences between you and the robotic rabbit, he's always adored you since he met you. Which is why it hurt him to know you signed off on having him decommissioned.

There wasn't anything wrong with him! You two were best friends! No... no, not were.... are! You ARE best friends!

Which is why he doesn't understand how you could betray him in such a way....

The blue rabbit inches closer to his sleeping friend. His optics blink with a soft clicking sound as he leans closer. You looked so at peace in this moment... it makes the rabbit smile.

Bonnie remembers when he first met you. You were introduced to the Glamrocks as a new mechanic. While you typically tended to everyone... Bonnie was the one who looked forward to meeting you the most.

You often spoke to one another during maintenance checks. While you conducted scans and tests you often tried to get to know him and his personality. In these vulnerable moments... Bonnie felt himself grow closer to you.

Soon his interactions weren't just during maintenance. The robotic rabbit even followed you around the Pizzaplex. It usually surprised you when Bonnie greeted you as you worked with electrical components in the building... but you got used to it.

While Bonnie normally hung around Glamrock Freddy to some degree... he dropped the interest once he met you. Such an action flabbergasted both you and the robotic bear. Bonnie didn't care too much though.

Bonnie's behavior changed since he met you. Something in his database wasn't quite adding up and you couldn't make any sense of it. For some reason Bonnie kept getting clingy...

His aggression also increased.

To Bonnie, you made the Pizzaplex better! Following you around to speak with you and watch over you was his favorite past time. In his eyes... you two are best friends!

Best friends do everything together.

So... when Bonnie saw the others getting close to you... it was your first betrayal. Bonnie even felt himself nearly lose it when Monty was close to you. No one else is your best pal... just Bonnie.

It should only be Bonnie.

Once he realized his bond with you was being jeopardized... he had to do something! This began reports of Bonnie becoming an aggressor to the others. Especially Monty....

It even got to the point other animatronics needed repairs because the rabbit would instigate fights with them. The blue rabbit never really had remorse for his actions. Even when Freddy or you tried to convince him... he was convinced he was doing the right thing.

Then you signed off on decommissioning him... he knew you did as he rarely took his optics off you...

This was your second betrayal.

Bonnie was filled with distress and confusion when he saw you discuss removing him. Monty was meant to replace him on the band. He was going to be scrubbed from the Pizzaplex and dismantled.

Yet... Bonnie refused to give up. He refused to leave his best friend. It's okay... he'll forgive you... you're just a little bit confused.

Before Bonnie could be sent away to be scrapped, the bot disappeared. Even you had no clue where he went. Part of you feared he heard what was going to happen.

Although... even if he did... he couldn't have just disappeared, right?

That night you went home... exhausted from the work day...

Unaware of the red optics watching your every move.

That's what lead to the blue rabbit watching you quietly. He felt betrayal flicker within him again... but it was soon replaced with a familiar softness towards you. The rabbit still smiles as you rest peacefully.

No one could take his best pal away from him... he wouldn't let it happen. In his mind... maybe this was how things were meant to be. You two could be happier at your home!

You wouldn't have to leave him ever again.

Bonnie chuckles when he sees you stir in your sleep. His internal clock said it was early in the morning. You should be waking up soon...

He can't help but feel excited when you slowly wake.

The rabbit watches your eyes blink for a moment before shooting open. You stare at him, eyes wide with fear. Despite this... Bonnie's grin is wide and excited as he leans in closer.

He loves his best friend even more when they're awake... now the fun can truly begin...!

"Good Morning, my best friend...!"

[jerktournament]

FINAL ROUND - GLaDOS (Portal) VS Herbert P Bear (Club Penguin)

!!! PROPAGANDA BELOW !!!

GLaDOS: "So mot only is she running your character through a series of puzzles with the intention of killing her at the end, but in the second game she spends the Entire. Time. Verbally and emotionally abusing you, including body shaming and bullying you for being an orphan. If it's any consolation, she does have to exist as a potato for the second and third acts of Portal 2."

"Known for being mean (hot). Mercilessly targets the player character's every possible insecurity. Petty and mean. I understand if you don't want to include her since she tends to dominate polls, lol."

HERBERT: "This mf spends his whole life trying to heat up a frozen island and terrorizing the innocent penguins that live on it all bc he was bad at sailing one time and is too much of a wimp to try again. Classic Misery loves Company type asshole."

"operation blackout would have been NOTHING without him (mostly because he caused it). he has a SOLAR LASER. this polar bear is an ass who literally harnessed the power of the sun and froze the top members of the elite penguin force (a group of penguin special agents) and his best friend is an equally villainous crab"

"Herbert may be a fandom darling in our fandom of like, 20 people. BUT DON'T LET THAT FOOL YOU! He is a conniving, EVIL bear, and a professional jerk and some highlights of his jerkishness include...

- Spending ten years of his life (by the time the game closed) trying to destroy the Penguin Secret Agency and Elite Penguin Force (both were agencies that protected the island from disasters and villains like Herbert) with varying success...

- SUCCESSFULLY destroyed the Penguin Secret Agency with a popcorn bomb, which destroyed their HQ. It should also be noted that while doing so, he locked in the player, Rookie, and Gary the Gadget Guy, presumably so the bombs explosion would have killed them all.

-Teamed up with the EPF to stop the Ultimate Protobot 10,000 and the Test Bots, a small group of four dangerous robots after he personally brought them back. When Protobot went "too far" for Herbert's standards by threatening the environment and trying to completely destroy the EPF (despite the aforementioned Popcorn Bomb incident literally destroying the PSA, and also a certain Operation: Blackout), causing him to temporarily switch sides. This might sound like a character growth moment...except for the fact that he immediately betrays them once Protobot is dealt with and attacks and damages the EPF's HQ using a robot hydra made for the Medieval Party that he stole.

- A canonical ex-dictator. Don't believe me? Look up Operation: Blackout on the Club Penguin Wiki! He froze several agents during his reign of terror, was open to freezing innocent civilians, and also wanted to do away with puffles- the pets of penguins. He also banned several hobbies and professions during his reign (being a Ninja, a DJ, a Pirate, etc) for no reason other than disliking them. He also destroyed the EPF'S HQ and exposed two agents' private information to the public. This means Herbert is the first and only character to canonically dox people he doesn't like on Club Penguin.

-Was planning to bomb the EPF literally two months later with a hot sauce bomb (makes sense in context of the game and yes, it is more destructive than it sounds).

-Brainwashed puffles into digging coins for him purely because his henchman, Klutzy the crab brought a coin slot to use for his DIY heater, instead of just removing the coin slot and retooling it to work without one like a normal person."

[leth-writes]

Could you do Cassandra Cain headcanons with a gn reader who is the child of deathstroke and was raised by birth to become his apprentice and successor? (Reader inherited all of deathstroke’s enhancements)

Sure, I’d love to! Thank you so much for the request!

After what happened to Joey, and after Dick almost ‘corrupted’ Rose, Slade knew he’d never make the same mistake again. When you were born, a product of some affair he had, he knew he wouldn’t let anyone turn you from his side. He raised you, completely isolated, from everyone else. You weren’t allowed to talk to your siblings; hell, you didn’t even know you had siblings. 

Training began the moment you started showing powers. At the age of 3, you found your way into Slade’s supplies and cut yourself quite badly; while he was preoccupied with flashbacks to Joey’s injury, you had already completely healed. 

From that moment on, you wouldn’t know a normal childhood. Training began as early as possible, your strengthened intelligence and stamina meaning you could get away with less sleep, and lasted late into the night. Slade needed an apprentice to take on more complicated jobs, especially as the supervillains of the world got more creative.

You were never allowed to rest. Any time you slacked off, you risked losing a limb or getting stabbed, so you learned to always be ready to attack. 

He took you on your first job at only 10, forcing you to kill the target by holding the knife to his chest and forcing your hands down.

Something died in you that day, a little glimmer of hope died out.

Your reflexes kept you safe from that moment on as you went on autopilot. You were almost robotic; moving through your training with the grace of the acrobatic training Slade forced on you. Yet, there was no spark that defined your personality as a child.

You met Cassandra on the job, trying to kill a target in Gotham. It was the first time Slade had felt you were ready to go into Gotham by yourself, knowing you can hold your own against any of the bats.

The fight is long and brutal, but Cass ultimately wins. She pins you down and you close your eyes, ready for the pain to finally end… until it doesn’t. She stands up and she holds out her hand and that spark reignites.

Cass can tell, the second she sees you, that the two of you have a lot in common. She can tell by your body language alone that you don’t seem to feel… human. She can see the corded strength running through your body, but she can also see the pulsing emptiness eating away at you. Any longer and you would be swallowed whole, an empty vessel for Slade to shape to his will.

Cass has to teach you to care about life and about yourself again.

Growing up as you did, especially with a healing factor, made you not truly care about your body. You treated stab wounds with the seriousness of a papercut. Cass knows that this will only lead to further pain, so she works with you to appreciate your body. Yoga, meditation, therapy, exercise, and especially dance.

She uses dance to communicate her feelings normally, especially as someone who struggles to speak. She teaches you the language of dance so the two of you can communicate in your own way.

She gets you on a level the others can’t really get. It’s instinctual, the way she’s able to pick up on the subtle cues. Slade might’ve trained you out of expressing emotion, but he couldn’t completely remove the humanity. In return, you’re able to pick up on the emotions and feelings Cass is trying to express easier and more intuitively than anyone else.

After so many years of intensive training, you feel empty when you aren’t doing anything. Cass works to fill your days with gentle hobbies, like caring for the plants and animals of the manor, trying to reconnect you with the world and help you feel less unmoored. 

When you’re able to communicate effectively, expressing how you feel and how hurt you were by Slade’s actions, she’s so happy she gets you ice cream to celebrate.

Slade, of course, eventually notices his protege hasn’t returned. The concern isn’t fatherly, it’s purely business to him. He threatens to come force you back to his side, until Cass threatens him. The pure anger that radiated from her when he showed up on the manor’s doorstep was so strong Slade had no choice but to retreat. 

If the two of you pursue a romantic bond, she tries to really take her time and make sure you’re truly consenting. Being so isolated has led to you constantly denying your autonomy, and she takes great strides to convince you to express your thoughts and opinions. 

Cass isn’t the touchiest person, but her body language is so graceful and intuitive you don’t even notice. Besides, you’re still getting used to having boundaries, so you greatly enjoy being the only one in control of your body.

She prefers quiet dates at the manor; the press can be incredibly overwhelming, especially as she doesn’t speak much and you’re a reformed assassin. She’s half convinced you’d attack someone if you heard the insults that were spit her way.

Loves having long afternoons in the dance studio Bruce built, often devolving into watching her old dance competitions as she tries to teach you the moves. 

[inquisitornocturn]

NSFW alphabet no.12 - Pasqal Haneumann

A wise soul once said - fuck the robot. And thus, the robot shall be fucked~

Pasqal was requested by Anonymous~

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Metal may be cold, but Pasqal has a warm touch. And a gentle one. He’s not going to be rushing off after spending time with you, nor he will be inconsiderate of your needs. If anything, he’s the type of man who will dote on you until you have to force him to leave you alone for a moment. Given he has quite a few mechanical parts, Pasqal will be forever worried if he hurt you, bruised you or made you uncomfortable in any way whatsoever. He is a fighter AND a lover~

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

While generally Pasqal would name his sacred stigmata as a favorite “body part”, you made him begin to truly appreciate his remaining flesh fingers. Augmetics, no matter how advanced, can’t fully translate the feeling he gets from touching you. Therefore, his favorite body part on you is just truly everything. He worships you from head to toe, every curve and every inch of you is as wonderful as the next. He caresses your skin, your arms, legs, waist, everything he can touch - he wants to touch. You’re a marvel that not even Omnissiah could improve.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Might be a little shy to come into you or onto you at first, for reasons that will be explained at letter K, but with time the Magos will grow more comfortable and confident around you, not letting things like shyness that haunts the beginning of the relationship ruin the fun anymore. Exploring each other and feeling utterly comfortable in each other’s presence is the ultimate goal and so, with time, Pasqal will stop restraining himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After the first time he gets intimate with you, Pasqal does look into pornographic archives. In the beginning he looks into it out of sheer curiosity and to compare his experience with what is recorded, but as you two continue your trysts, this research shifts from just a curiosity and becomes actual educational material as he tries to pick up poses, techniques and variety of other things to try with you. He won’t admit it, of course, telling you that his sacred memory banks and optics will not be fouled by such imagery, but you know better~

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While he’s not completely oblivious to what sex is and what exactly it entails, Magos does not have experience of his own at all. So, he knows what happens from the technical aspect of procreation, but does not have personal practice to support such knowledge. He is, in fact, a virgin and you will have to guide him through the first encounters until he gets the hang of it himself. However, it’s worth mentioning that what he lacks in experience, Pasqal makes up in enthusiasm.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Granted Pasqal is inexperienced, his favorite position, at least in the beginning, is be missionary. So that he can see you, gauge your reactions and levels of your comfort. Not wishing to hurt you and not fully trusting you to tell him if he does something wrong, Magos prefers to make absolutely sure that you are enjoying yourself just as much as he is. And that is possible when he can see your face close enough to observe.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Pasqal is definitely on a more serious side during intimacy, because not only he’s not exactly the comedic type, he also treats sex as something worth treating with respect, seriousness and full attention. Devotion, even. Sex to him is an act of worship and he sees nothing humorous about that, therefore he will be romantic, gentle and very rarely funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

In truth, due to his augmetics, Pasqal generally does not have much bodily hair left, so it’s safe to say he is well groomed, just not because of a conventional choice. When it comes to his intimate area, the hair is minimal and very shortly trimmed, simply because Magos does not need anything longer caught in some sort of cog or gear, so he’s definitely tidy about his physical appearance even underneath the robes. Can’t have a shire to Omnissiah’s glory that houses sacred machinery be unkempt, after all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic, very attentive, very gentle. He’s the epitome of a gentle lover and will prove that time and time again. Pasqal thanks his god every time he has a chance to experience closeness with you and will treat such moments with utmost reverence. To you, to your body, to the whole experience. Afterwards, he is the type of man to tell you how wonderful you were, how lucky he is for having this with you, how amazing it has been, etc. This man loves to praise.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

With you introducing Pasqal to the world of intimacy, he also, of course, discovers solo pleasures. Which leads to him doing it quite often and half the time he gets easily caught by you. Naturally, in the beginning, he is shy about it, trying to deny it or hide it, but eventually Magos does become comfortable with you and will gladly let you watch him. And if caught, at that point, he won’t stop just because you walked in. For him, that’s one of the wonderful experiences that you opened the door to and Pasqal won’t shy away from enjoying it all and often.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cum play. While at first it starts with Pasqal being apologetic about coming onto you, soon it becomes his favorite thing. Especially coming onto your stomach. It’s not fully clear even to him why he likes it so much, he just knows with utter certainty that he does. Maybe it’s a way to see his lover claimed, maybe it’s an expression of his humanity and a way for him to connect to you. But Pasqal does love doing it and the sheer thought of your skin covered in his cum can make him come faster than he intends to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere secret and private, most likely the bedchambers. Considering how reverent Pasqal is before, during and after the act, for him the best place is somewhere you two won’t be interrupted. But he’s not opposed to doing it in other places, as long as the door is locked.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simply put – you are his biggest turn on. Everything about you, from how you walk, how you smile, to how you speak, everything turns Pasqal on and being near you becomes increasingly more difficult the longer you two are together. Of course, Magos knows how to behave and hide his needs well, knowing when to put desires of flesh aside, but if there are no immediate threats or dangers, then his mind begins to wander and his yearning for you can be barely contained.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Despite how dawn bad and needy Pasqal might get, he will never ever risk getting caught. Not only he thinks it would tarnish your reputation, it also just goes against everything that he likes about sex: the intimacy, the connection of two lovers, the sanctity that he sees in the act itself. Therefore, when he wants and needs you, Pasqal will be taking you to the closest secure room and will hold back if such area is not available for his perusal.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

An absolute giver, Pasqal loves to worship you in every way he can and going down on you is one of the most preferable ways for him. In fact, he likes it even more than sex itself. But he won’t stop you if you want to “return the favor” and will enjoy it to the fullest, not holding back his praises or the orgasm itself. Granted, behind that vox emitter is a mouth that needs guidance, but once Pasqal learns what you like and how – he will make you come like never before. And, on that note, it’s the only time he will actually remove his facial augmetic.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, sensual and enjoying every single thrust, stroke and touch. Wanting to experience your body to the fullest, Pasqal will take his time and it doesn’t matter if it takes him minutes or hours. Of course, as per usual, he will be praising you and every action/sensation in copious amounts, not letting you forget for even a moment that you’re the one he worships most profoundly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes and no. Yes, because sex with you is desirable in any form and shape to him, no because he prefers to take his time. But when blood runs hot and the luxury of said time is not attainable, then Pasqal will resort to a quickie if only to fulfill his (and your) need, however temporary. Because each time you two have to hurry and do it fast, Pasqal will be making an effort to arrange a longer session as soon as possible and quickies for him are a momentary fix only.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimentation is one of his favorite things in the bedroom, but he won’t take any risks that could potentially harm you. It will take some convincing on your part to get Pasqal to agree and try something more than most basic kinks, but when you do convince him, the Magos will take every possible precaution so that it doesn’t go wrong.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

What his actual stamina is – you have no idea, because whatever is pumping through his augmented machinery and veins is only known to Pasqal himself, and it could be anything from medication to battle grade stimms. Therefore, he can go for pretty much as long as he wishes and that goes beyond what’s physically possible for regular humans. He won’t push you past your limits though, always careful to guarantee you have the best experience possible, but if you want to be ravaged – Pasqal will gladly oblige.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Before you, naturally Pasqal didn’t bother himself with sex toys, no matter how advanced they were, but once he discovers that wonderful side of being a human, then he will get his hands on the most advanced technologies Adeptus Mechanicus can produce. Not only that, he will invent some toys just to fit yours and his own needs. To put it short – you will never lack excitement and new discoveries, not when it comes to sex toys. Magos will also gladly use them on you (machines are friends, not enemies, after all) and is fully onboard to get them used on him. As long as you’re careful, of course. He wouldn’t want his sacred parts to be damaged, but otherwise – it’s free real estate.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once Pasqal discovers teasing, and how sweetly he can make you beg, nothing will save you. He will tease you with words, toys, his own body, prolonging the intimacy in variety of ways and loving every single second of it. His most favorite thing in the galaxy is to see you reduced to a whimpering, trembling and panting mess that he himself made out of you. It’s like a reward to him, to know that you are so fully exhausted and satisfied that you can’t do anything else than just to lay there and try to breathe. Thus, teasing is one of his favorite tools in the arsenal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first Pasqal is not loud at all, but the more he becomes comfortable with you, the louder and unrestrained he too will become. Not to mention just how much he loves to praise you, he will also moan your name often and with need, so that you don’t forget even for a second that you are the only one on his mind, especially during sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He takes picts of you naked, during sex and after, with his ocular implants. He doesn’t necessarily hide this from you and to Pasqal it’s same as carrying icons of saints with him. So Magos will have a steadily increasing library of you in a wide range of states of being undone and will view them every time he’s not with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Being part of Ad Mech, Pasqal has variety of machinery inside and outside his body, and his genitals are not an exception to this rule. While he still has his cock, usually it is enclosed in a specific augmetic that helps him with bodily functions. In a sense, when you two get intimate, it’s like unwrapping a present. His penis also has some steel tubes implanted in the exterior, but that works as a perk, not a drawback.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive once he becomes truly comfortable with you. In quieter moments or during days when nothing is happening and the Imperium is not burning, you will find yourself being guided by him to the bedroom several times per day. Or, alternatively, not leaving the bedroom for an entire day. He wants to experience everything and anything with you and that takes time, which leads to Pasqal aching for you incredibly often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pasqal, loving the relationship that you two have, will stay up for quite a while just to watch you sleep. The most beautiful sight to him, next to you being entirely undone, is you peacefully sleeping and cradled in his arms. He has many picts of these moments too and cherishes them as his most treasured possessions.

[yandere-daydreams]

your opening night sex doll au fic is giving me copious amounts of brainrot. like- would Lyney and Lynette come in a pair? Sort of a “you have to buy two or none” because they are siblings or like a “they’d be much better together but you can get them separately” situation. also, I’m thinking about Lyney being mainly a PR kind of bot, meant for large corporation to have around for parties and entertain guests (where he’d be a lot more professional rizz) — and as a companion droid, maybe he’d be more touchy-feely whining about everything and always a little smug when you praise him even the tinest bit. He’d be the kind that would force you to buy a portable charger just so he can snuggle up in your bed to you everynight without dying as a “reward” for “good” behaviour. Also, i’m thinking about pairs of Lyney. Of course, there him and his sister, but what if we paired him with Arrlechinno or like another flirty clingy fatui (aka Childe) like the COMPETITION

Lyney would absolutely be a more public-facing android, made with wealthy customers who have guests to entertain and need a droid that comes with a few fun tricks in-mind. of course, that doesn't mean he's not a good companion - if you're willing to tolerate his never-ending thirst for attention and able to keep up with his constant requests for playing cards, you'll find that he's one of the needier members of the Fontaine collection, the type that's not going to be happy unless he's in front of a crowd or in your lap and, uh, you're not going to have a crowd for him very often. he would absolutely insist on keeping his charging port as close to your bed as he possibly can, and don't expect to leave the house without your overly affectionate android on your heels. if you want to give him a bit of a distraction, you could always get a Lynette to help with his maintenance and give him someone to rehearse with while you're away, but you a Freminet will work just as well. and, if you have absolutely no reservations about spending your life's saving on sex robots, he does have some fun interactions with Arrlechinno, who's surprisingly happy to watch his little performances despite her reputation as one of the least patient droids. you will have to sate both their attention-hungry appetites though, so thoroughly consider whether or not you can hand the father and the son before you decide which pair you prefer.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

I See You ❙ G1 Soundwave x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2900+

Warnings: Smut ( touching and spike penatration ) some violence, angst, some depression, stalking, small possessive behaviour, stockholm syndrome and robot x human. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This took a completely different turn but I'm satsified with the results. Thank you @lonetile for your request it was a great project.

I'd like just to point out something. I've added stockholm into the warnings just to be safe. The reader wasn't harmed by canon and nothing was forced upon her. Also to add, Soundwave is using 'Mass Displacement' in this story for the smutty part.

Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

The moment it starts raining you start to consider the possibility that the universe hates you. Of course it has to start raining on the day your car decides to die on you, and the cost to fix it was going to be the price of a whole new car. Not worth it.

You walked to work that morning when it's all sunny and clear sky, and you did think that maybe the universe is giving you a break. But no, that isn't the case.

When your shift ends it's dark, late, and heavily pouring down, the thunder rumbling above as you wait under a bus shelter to see if it might stop, which it doesn't.

Fuck you you thought.

You decide to let the rain drenched you, to ruin your already miserable mood and shitty evening and just try to get home on foot.

Why you? You are but a simple woman, trying to live her life and get by. It seems things are just going wrong for you no matter what you do or decide, and on top of all that you've got an alien robot stalker.

That's right. Out of every human on this planet, you're hand picked to be the one that is stalked no matter where you go. There have been close encounters but never any harmful attempts.

Soundwave does have a strange obsession with you. He sends either Lazerbeak or Ravage to spy on you, constantly watching your every move. You will find random little gift boxes outside your home left by him. All containing either expensive jewellery or dresses, which you'll admit to yourself were pretty, but you refused to accept.

What Soundwave is doing is creepy and he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. He's probably watching you right now, but the rain and shitty night was enough of a distraction.

Warm tears stream down your face, mixing in with the cold rain as your shoes are soaking wet as you walk down against the wet pathway. You are so distracted in your misery you don't hear the steps coming up behind.

You're suddenly grabbed and shoved against the wall, causing a pained help to leave you. It's a man, but he's wearing a hoodie across his head, shadowing his face.

"Give me your bag! NOW!" He shouts, knife in hand as he threatens you with it. Not waiting for your answer he grabs at it, but you tug back refusing to let it go.

"No!" You can only yell back, and it becomes a tug game between you two. "Leave me alone!"

"Dumb bitch! The man shouts before backhanding you harshly, sending you falling onto the hard path. You hold on, your bag is gone, and you think the man has taken off now, but he didn't.

"What the-FUCK! Get off me!" The man now starts shouting, his pained screams and animal like growls and hisses is all you can hear.

You don't see any of it with your head hitting the hard ground and sending you into a daze. You can only slowly push yourself up under your shaky arms, sobbing silently.

It grows silent and the man manages to run away, your bag dropped right in front of you on the ground.

Your sobs start to escape your quivering lips. Your head and face is throbbing as you struggle to push yourself up. There's a shadow over you, the growls of an animal turning into purrs before feeling a cold touch against your shoulder.

Managing to turn your head you're faced with the familaur decepticon symbol and the red optics down at your level.

"Ravage?" You manage to say their name through a whimper.

The creature had been hiding in your bag, not the first time either. You remember you kind of freaked out when you first discovered you were being watched and followed, then it became so regular that you simply got used to it.

Ravage had orders to watch and protect you. When that man hurt you she acted. Pathetic human probably soiled themselves.

She comes closer towards you and nuzzles her muzzle against your face before licking your wound against your head, a way to comfort you.

You can only let out a soft gasp from the contact before pushing yourself up further from the ground and sat down with your back leaning against the wall. What a fucking night this turned out to be for you.

Ravage again nuzzles into your side and lets out a warm purr against you. Your shaky hand touches their head as a way to pet them, and she leans into your touches. This is a side you've never seen before, a tender Ravage acting like a purring house cat.

"You saved me." You manage to whisper gently between your choked sobs. "Thank you."

All you can do is hug Ravage and she didn't seem to mind, letting out more warm purrs that vibrate against her skin.

The storm above continues and shows no sign of settling down anytime soon. You hated it. You hated your life. You are so alone without anyone. No, not entirely true.

"Take me to Soundwave." You hear yourself whisper to Ravage, her helm perking up as you say this. "Please."

You don't care how, if Ravage might take you to him or bring him to you. All that matters was you needed to be with someone.

Ravage's optics flicker before she starts nuzzling into you again and placing her helm in your lap and laying down. Well, she's staying with you at least. She must've summoned her master silently.

The rain continues, of course it does, but you didn't feel completely alone with Ravage at your side. Luckily it didn't take long for a large shadow to loom over you, causing you to open your eyes and look up at the familiar figure of Soundwave.

He kneels down closer towards you and you can't help but feel your heart flutter. You're happy to see him. Should you be? Perhaps not, but you don't care.

"Ravage: Return." Soundwave's command was simply as you watch the feline transform back into her master.

You watch as hsi servo moves towards you before his digit gently grazing over your cheek, the side that wasn't sore, and your response is to lean into his touch and savour the affection he is giving you.

"Y/N." He says your name, plainly, but you watch as his visor flickers fondly down at you.

"Soundwave." You return saying his name back, teary eyes staring up at him. "Take me away from here, please." You can only manage to say to him.

He silently nods before gently scooping you up in the palm of his servo. Being lifted up did give you a bit of a head spin but this stops when he holds you close to him.

You can feel the radiating warmth through his metal, the sound of his gears that sound like purrs vibrating against your skin making you hum gently back in return.

"Oberation: Bring y/n home."

You don't know if that means your home and his home but you don't care. All that matters is that you feel safe, and that's all you need to help you slowly drift into a sleep.

When you wake up again you realise you're not in your home, but what you can only guess is the decepticons base. The softness you lay upon is nothing like anything you've felt before, so soft, silky and warm.

Sitting up you take in your surroundings and notice you're dry, wounds treated, and you wear a sky blue floral dress with puffy sleeves. Soundwave's choosing you assume, since it looks like some of the dresses he had already left for you before.

The room is small but beautifully decorated, illuminating white and blue lighting dimming around every edge with a crystal like curtain at the entrance.

Your bare feet touching the cool floor before walking over towards it, gently peeling open the delicate curtain and poking your head out to see what looks more like a room made for a transformer with a large console.

It seems he made this smaller room just for you on top of a bench top. Was he planning on bringing you here? You should feel horrified but you don't, instead you feel flattered? At least he cares you silently tells yourself. It's not like anyone else cares.

"Y/N." Hearing your name you let out a gasp only to relax quickly when you see it's only Soundwave. Guess you weren't afraid of him anymore.

"Hi." You manage to say weakly, wiping the sleep from your eyes and to clear your vision. "Was I asleep long?"

"Affirmative." He answers before leaning closer, arm hovering over as he what looks like doing a scan over you. "Body temperature has improved. Visible wounds heal over time. Negative internal damage. Query: How do you feel?"

You manage to give a soft smile. "I'm alright..."

He was quiet for a moment. "Query: How are you emotionally?" His question did surprise you a little. Is there a difference between feeling and emotions?

"I...I'm not sure." You answer honestly, not really sure what the right answer to that was. "A lot has happened."

"Affirmative." Is his response.

What is to happen now?

"Um, thank you, for the dress, and for taking care of me." You found your voice strong enough to say this.

"Beautiful." You feel his large digit gently run across the side of her hair making you blush a little from his fondness.

After a short moment of silence you manage or break it.

"Can we spend time together?" You hear yourself ask him. Might as well get used to your new home, and to Soundwave.

You don't know what to expect but you didn't expect for Soundwave to suddenly shrink down to your size. Perhaps a little bigger, but human size without a doubt.

"Affirmative."

He offers you his servo which you take fondly before he leads you back into your decorated cube. Inside he sets on some soft music, one of your favourites. Guess he already knows a lot about you. The lights dim down and you look at Soundwave, eyes widening when you notice his face mask retracting revealing a white slender mouth.

You had no idea he could do that, but it does give you positive thoughts. One of them being that you can kiss him.

Stepping closer you raise your hand up to Soundwave's face where you ghostly touch his heat plating, exploring curiously. He lets out what sounds like a groan and leans into your touch fondly, his own servo coming up over your own.

It's his digits and your fingers that tangle together as if he was your romantic significant other. You then lean up on your toes, closing the distance and kissing him.

His lips weren't what you imagined. You expect them to be hard and cold, yet they were warm and soft, very pleasant against your own.

Leaning against his chassis you deepen the kiss between you two, opening your lips and feeling his glossa slowly slip into your mouth and run along with your own tongue.

The taste almost feels intoxicating, a drug that suddenly consumes your mind and craved more of. These feelings, desires, they suddenly perk up so quickly in such a short time yet you didn't care about this, you only care about seeking more from him.

You feel his servos running across your back, down to her ass and gips gently making you moan more against the intense kiss. He moves then back up over the puffy sleeves of your dress and slips them down, tugging the dress and letting it pool around your feet.

You're not shy at all, you want this just as much as he does.

Moving back towards the bed he sits down, tugging you into his lap and moving back against the bed as it creaks under his weight and presses his back against the wall with you still straddling him.

Your kisses grew more desperate, hungry for more. You couldn't get enough. Your breasts press up against him, perky nipples swollen hard as his servos roam skillfully against your sensitive skin.

Soundwave moves from your lips, making you pout, but is soon followed by a moan as you feel him at your neck. He kisses your skin and licks hard with his glossa, dentas gently biting as if he wants to mark you.

You're fine with that.

Letting out another moan of pleasure you find yourself grinding down against Soundwave, feeling his heated pannel against your bare mound and clit skipping across him, sending jolts of desire through your growing arousal.

You want to fuck him.

"Soundwave, please." You plead as you hump against him, whimpering as you feel his digits dig into your hips, holding you as you rock against him. "I want you to fill me."

You can feel him shiver hearing your words. There's a sound below you, and before you can look you feel something thick and long rising up against your belly.

You only guessed he was already big, but not this thick! You can't help but gasp from the sight of him, so beautiful and throbbing, aching for attention.

Moving your hand you give his cable a few gentle pumps, looking into his long visor as it flashes brightly as he moans, and that's when you notice small dimmed orbs behind the visor. He has optics?

You did wonder if the visor could retract like his mouth guard, but this question does vanish quickly when you feel his digit entering your core and stretching your already wet depths.

You can't help but hump his servo gently, riding his digit as you pump his thick cable in your palm, letting out heated moans into the air with your arms wrapped around his neck.

Soundwave couldn't wait anymore and removes his digit from you, another pout visible, only to be replaced with a surprised gasp when you feel him suddenly position himself and have you sink down on his throbbing cable.

His thickness stretches you, a little painfully, since you've never had another quite this big before. He senses this and stops, using his servos to gently rub against your body as if he was trying to sooth you and give you time to adjust around him.

You reward him with a loving kiss, silently thanking him for giving her a moment before you push down all the way on him. His entire length is in you and you feel every pulse of his rigid cable along your depths.

Keeping a balance you place your hands over his shoulder plating and slowly rising up, gasping as you feel everything before sinking down again, keeping a slowly rhythm as your ride his cable.

Soundwave moves his servos across your ass, gently holding and guiding you against him, face buried against your breasts as he kisses and licks at them, enjoying the way you rub and arch against him.

Moving into a better angle your clit grinds into his heated plating as you rock you waist, swirling skillfully so you can feel every ridge and pulse right against your g-spot, clenching around him as you let out heated pants and lingering moans.

Hearing his moans increase only sent shivers through your quivering body, servo and digts holding into your skin as he leaves hickeys all over your breasts, his hips moving up into you in sync with your own movements.

This should be wrong, but nothing felt wrong. In fact it felt completely right as if it was meant to happen. Perhaps it was, and that's all you need to tell yourself to keep going, no doubt and embracing the growing pleasure that builds between you two.

You knew you won't last too much longer like this, but also knew you'll both have plenty of chances to explore and fuck one another. You doubt you'll be leaving Soundwave, because you don't want to.

"Soundwave, Soundwave...." You chant his name as you feel yourself tightening around his tick cable, a burning desire that's about to erupt in you.

"Y/N." He repeats your name, his heated plating growing hotter against you, vibrations coming from him that shakes through your body, bringing you closer to the edge. "Mine."

"Yours." You can only answer back, grinding and humping him harder before you allow yourself to fall apart and cum around him, still moving to help bring him closer.

This doesn't go on too much longer as he suddenly thrusts up into you firmly a couple of times before you feel his fluids soak your twitching depths. He stills but lingers within, holding you as you both savour the intense orgasm you both share.

You feel some of his fluids leak out as if your body wasn't able to hold onto it, mixed with your own juices as you keep yourself settled on him, tired whimpers escaping from you as you shift your hips a little, teasing him further. He likes it.

After a time he moves himself, removing from you and you feel so empty with him. He lays down and lays you with him, tugging the silk sheet up across your body and making sure you are comfortable.

He'll always take care of you.

Shifting closer I nuzzle your face into Soundwave's neck with your arms wrapping fondly around him, holding him. You never wanted to let go.

"You're safe." Soundwave whispers as his digits ghostly brush over your shoulder and arm.

"Thank you." You whisper back before falling into a deep sleep, feeling more safety and love like never before.

[gremoria411]

My it sure is nice how, because I clearly tag things, tumblr has no problem with finding my old posts, isn’t it?

Sure is great when you want to return to an old topic, you can easily reference an older post, isn’t it?

Anyway, I was thinking about some of my favourite mobile suits recently, and more specifically how they fight.

The Sinanju and Sinanju Stein (strictly speaking that’s unit 2 above, but the Sinanju Stein Unit 1 only shows up physically once anyways, so I tend to conflate the two) from Universal Century, and the Gundams Bael and Zepar from Post Disaster. The Bael and Sinanju’s are thematically and functionally similar, if not so much visually, since they’re piloted by the series resident Char Clones, Full Frontal and Mcgillis Fareed respectively, and thus have a similar fighting style - high mobility and very flashy, typically dodging with minimal effort and taking out scores of foes near-effortlessly. The Sinanju Stein (Unit 2) certainly could fight like that, but its pilot Zoltan Akkanekan is…… not in a great place mentally, and as such he tends to be more brutish, always pushing the attack and closing ranks with his enemy very quickly (we only see him fight once in the Sinanju Stein before it docks with the Neo Zeong II, so it’s possible that his aggression is more due to the enemy being a Gundam, as opposed to any real strategy). The Gundam Zepar we have even less information on, but since we know both that it doesn’t have any ranged weaponry, and that most of the emphasis seems to be on the shield, we can guess it would want to get close fairly quickly, and would be well-prepared for a reprisal.

And this reminded me of something I mentioned previously when discussing non-Gundam Mecha series - I like when we know the “thesis” of the mecha. I like when we know why they were built and what the in-universe theory was in their construction (Or at the very least, we can guess, as with The Big O). It makes the world feel realer to me, and don’t get me wrong, I love giant robots, but it feels wonderfully cohesive when there’s an in-universe justification. I don’t typically forget the out-of-universe justification “to sell toys” but it feels less “Johnson, quarterly earnings aren’t looking good, make a property we can merchandise things out of” and more “Hey, this guy’s got an idea for a cool show about robots, maybe there’ll be a market for cool toys there?”.

Weird tangent on the relationship between entertainment and merchandising aside, I like Universal Century because it’s got a strong “thesis” - mobile suits were designed primarily as an anti-ship weapon that would engage at visual range, due to the effects of Minovsky particles rendering most long-range weapons difficult to aim. They’re fast, and carry handheld weaponry both for ease of use, maintenance and operability and they’re an extension of “armoured space suits”. There’s even the military angle of “a secret weapon to to win us the war against a foe that could beat us conventionally”, and I’d assumed that, with a few exceptions like Wing and G Gundam, most of Gundam followed that same thesis.

However, I realised that’s perhaps not quite true with Iron-Blooded Orphans (or at least it’d be interesting to consider why it might not be true). The above graph is an illustration of the breakdown of forces used in the calamity war, and how they were deployed depending on the field. Quote: The unit formation deployed against the mobile armors depended on where the battlefield was. On Earth and Mars, the Gundam Frames served as the main fighting units, and they destroyed the mobile armors one by one with assistance from other mobile suits and supporting units. In space, the Dáinsleifs were used as the main weapon, and were assisted by mobile suits, including Gundam Frames, and other supporting units. On the Moon, mobile suit teams like the one deployed on Earth and Mars were also used in addition to the aforementioned use of the Dáinsleif.

So I got to wondering if Post Disaster (or I guess Current Disaster) mobile suits had a different development ethos, since they were deployed largely terrestrially.

Mobile suits were only used during the Middle and Late stages of the war, which implies they were developed during it. The above Rodi and Hexa Frames were developed first, with the Gundam And Valkyrja Frames following in the later stages of the War. It’s also stated that, quote: The beginning of the Calamity War was the result of AI-equipped, self-sustaining weapon systems going out of control. Before the outbreak of the Calamity War, automated machinery was a symbol of wealth and abundance, and humans were actively promoting the automation of wars. With the risk of losing valuable soldiers reduced as the weapons were AI operated, and the introduction of the semi-permanent Ahab Reactor as a power source, mobile armors became the ideal weapon that can fight efficiently and persistently. So, it’s possible that after the Mobile Armours were unleashed, there was a rush to adapt previously autonomous weaponry into something human-controlled, with the Rodi and Hexa Frames representing these early steps. Furthermore, it’s stated that Mobile Armours acquired Nanolaminate Armour, so beam weaponry would presumably have been used in the early stages of the war.

So, could Mobile Suits in IBO be autonomous weaponry adapted for human use, as opposed to the Universal Century’s “Armoured Space Suits” line of thinking? We know that Alaya-Vijinana works best with forms closer to the human form - hence the Gundam Frames being constructed as close to the human form as possible. Another angle might be that of upsized Knights, here to slay the mechanical monsters that threaten humanity.

So it’s an interesting angle compared between the series - in one, mobile suits were built for wars in space, fought between nations. In the other, mobile suits were built to be used terrestrially, in response the threat of extinction by mechanical foes humanity unwittingly unleashed upon itself.

(Also, it’s interesting to look at how common mobile armours and automated weaponry were in the pre-post disaster setting, since I just imagine Treize Kushrenada from Gundam Wing being distinctly unhappy)

[rebelpapermaker]

I'd like to throw my hat into the ring of modern FNAF theories:

Michael is the rogue indie developer.

Hear me out:

There is a clear divide right now in the FNAF games: games sanctioned by Fazbear Inc (Help Wanted, the racing game) and the games that came before. Help Wanted is supposed to be a VR recreation of those early games, right? But where are the details? They'll reference little things, inside jokes, but they won't go over the actual plots of these games, the biggest example being Sister Location and Pizza Sim. They have to change those plots completely, turning Sister Location into a more standard FNAF experience and Pizza Sim into a minigame.

Maybe we've been looking at "Michael is the protagonist of FNAF" the wrong way, although I do think he is a character we play as in each of the first six games; maybe the story of FNAF is initially told to us by Michael through these unsanctioned games, including all the gory details that only he could possibly know. Who else could possibly be around who knows not only the details of the multiple bite incidents, but what happens to Michael in Sister Location, as well as pizza sim- and for that matter, FNAF 4 with its intricate nightmare scenario.

"how could Michael have made the games if he got scooped?"

Canonically, remnant heals the body. I agree with everyone that purple zombie Mike is way more fun, but the cutscenes with ennard wearing Mike around actively tell us this: when ennard leaves, it forces its way out his mouth- why not leave through the gaping hole it entered in? Unless that hole was closed up now. Mike turning purple could be from the constant bruising being puppeted around by a robot would give you, faster than the remnant could possibly repair it.

Also, zombie learning to code to share a company's dirty secrets is pretty fucking funny.

"Michael died at the end of pizza sim"

I think that's a convenient thing for Michael to imply, with several reasons why he chose to. Number one, if Fazbear Inc is actively trying to find the person exposing the company for its past, telling them one of their major suspects is dead could be helpful. Number two, why were we told in the game that a way out was planned for us? We are explicitly told a way out exists, and then once we get to security breach, we see that the tangle is running around- something that shouldn't be possible. There is the possibility that the tangle found the way out, but consider the more compelling option: Michael took the way out, and the consequence of that was monsters escaping. And once again, it's Michael's fault, though not on purpose, that the horrors continue. Michael should have stayed, and that regret is reflected in the game. Everything would have come to an end if he had.

The wall code in the sister location room in security breach is also a big hint to me. Clearly we're supposed to associate that room with Michael. I've heard many theories on who could have written the wall code; none of them make much sense combined with Michael's room. They make sense on their own, but we have to take where the code is placed into account too!

I do think that if this theory is true, robot Gregory is also true, but that's a very long other post lol. And ultimately I have no fucking idea if this is right!! This is FNAF, we may never know, but might as well toss another idea out there.

(it's also been pointed out that glamrock Freddy's manner of speaking, if we're going to compare it to characters we've heard talk, is much closer to Henry, both character and speech pattern-wise. We don't hear much from Michael, granted, but combined with the comments we see him make in the logbook, he doesn't match Freddy's demeanor very well. There's also AI in there of course, but I think it's worth noting)

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2024 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest *CLOSED*

Happy Rockman Day! Time for this year's Megaman Summer Fanart Contest rules thread! Two categories, in which you are allowed to submit one entry for each category, if you would like. If you place in one category, you will be automatically disqualified from the other, for reasons of fairness, and to give other people a chance to win a prize. CATEGORY 1 (Talent): Pallette Pastiche

Ms. Museum Curator is back, looking for new pieces of art to display in the Kattleox Art Museum! A couple years ago for Valentine's Day, she needed your creations to display for an exhibit that featured a little bit of red and showed a little bit of love. This summer, her new exhibit is all about pastiche on your palette. What is pastiche? It's an artsy term that essentially means to imitate another work/artist/period. Or to just simplify it, we're talking a parody. So, for this theme, I would like you to parody any work of art, be it a famous painting, sculpture, etc.,…or maybe a piece that isn't as popular…only with Megaman characters involved in it.

As a visual example, way back in the CapcomUnity days, for Mega Man 10's release, there were fanart contests for each new Robot Master. When Solar Man came up, I decided to do an homage of this cognac poster art by Leonetto Cappiello:

Your possibilities are endless, depending on how ambitious you want to be! Alien Dr. Wily in Munch's 'The Scream,' Botticelli's 'Birth of Shield Sheldon,' Higsby carving the 'Venus de Mariko,' Da Vinci's 'Mona Laika,' or even 'The Last Cross Fusion Supper,' featuring the immortal Barrel and his 12 CF disciples. Just to throw out a few ideas. Content Requirements: * Megaman character(s) of your choice in a parody of a real art piece * please also send me a pic of the actual art piece with your entry, just so we can all see what you were referencing CATEGORY 2 (Humor): Pirates of the Alohahabean

Y'arr, ahoy me hearties! As voted by you on Twitter, the humor theme this year will be pirate-themed. Pirates have plenty of rep in the franchise, from Classic's Pirate Man, Marty and her band of pirates in Iwamoto's X manga, the Bonne family sky pirates, unused Tribe forms in Star Force, or, well…Ashe huntin' for booty.

For this theme, you can take any of those aforementioned pirate-y characters, or use any others of your choosing dressed up or acting like pirates, in the hunt for treasure. It could be a chest full of zenny, jewels, The Mother Lode, or whatever other booty you can imagine. The only problem is, this pirate treasure hunt is disturbing other characters who are just trying to enjoy a summer day on the beachy sands or the high seas. Your job is to draw the most hilarious scene in which this quest for a glorious bounty goes awry. Savvy?

Content Requirements: * Mega Man character(s) of your choice who are pirates or dressed/act as pirates hunting for treasure * A comical scene where these pirates interrupt a nice day on the beach/in the water for other characters PRIZES: The winners for each category will receive the following: 1st Place: $175 USD 2nd Place: $100 USD 3rd Place: $75 USD SUBMISSION GUIDELINES: When you submit, I would prefer you to include the following information in this format, along with your entry: • (Your name/preferred alias) – As much as I usually know who you are, there’s always someone new or somebody who has a different preference from what their email name says. • (Category this entry is for) – You can either say 1/2, or talent/humor Only submit your own work, as usual. Any character, major or minor, from any series is allowed. OCs are allowed, as long as your art contains at least one canon Megaman character. As always, participants are allowed to submit from all over the world. Paypal is still the preferred method for cash prize payouts. Please have a valid account to receive your winnings. Kids, get your parents permission before entering. Entries do not need to be colored, but it is preferred. The more effort put into things as always, the better chance you have! Entries can either be e-mailed to me at rock2125[at]hotmail[dot]com, or you can just PM/note me a link to your pic. DO NOT post your pics in this journal, your dA galleries, Twitter, tumblr blogs, other sites, etc. until the contest is over. This is the fairest way for competitive reasons. I prefer to keep them all secret until the deadline has passed. I'll edit a confirmed entry list in this thread when I receive them. So you won't be in the dark about whether or not I've received your entry. DEADLINE: The deadline for this contest will be Sunday, August 25th, 2024 by 11:59PM, global end of day. This gives you over 2 months to finish your entry! MISCELLANEOUS INFO: As usual, If you don't plan to enter, but would like to help me judge, please let me know through DM or mention so here. Never hurts to have extra opinions on all the entries. Bug me with questions if you have any. Please join in, and good luck to everyone who enters! Confirmed Entries: Cat 1. - @aw-colorcat, @digitallyfanged, JazzmanZ, Ryan Vogler, @dwn-059, @puyonlilah, Ivo, @purplerubyred, @nightopianfoxgirl, Tori Campan, ArtisIan, @sylviidaee, Cat. 2 - @pstart, @dwn-059, Kamicciolo, @duskblogsthings, AbilityField, ArtisIan, @megagundamman, V-Campan,

[kazukazuhas]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ old friends, lloyd garmadon.┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ act two ;; scene three┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

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୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; one (1) suicide joke ;; mentions of ill treatment // discrimination ;; unspoken trauma ;; ninjago lore but it’s vague asf ;; some pining

  ୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; so, this is more on the filler chapter side of this but this breakdowns down the lore of this au too! (that an i need a filler before i drop some twists <33) +skylor's verified for the hell of it (because she runs the noddle empire–)

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  finally, you flop down onto your bed with a relieved sigh, burying your face into the sheets of the slightly cold blankets and humming happily. finally, that sad week in the hospital passed –though it only passed so quickly was because of lloyd bugging you for most of it (with the occasional appearance of another one of your new friends, and several video calls from your parents and friends back at home). maybe it wasn’t so sad when that ball of sunshine– lloyd was around.

  so far you’ve learnt many things about this city (and surprisingly you were somehow ignorant to all of some of it’s sometimes worldwide news).

  there were literally ninja superheroes, one of which –the green one– saved your ass from being robbed and injured, worst case killed. they had been around for several years at this point and did multiple patrol runs daily. not only did they stop major threats, they helped out in the community. 

  the secret ninja force; named by the public such because the ninja are incredibly secretive about their personal lives and identities (which was called for because they are superheroes), consists of six people.

  the green ninja is the leader with some weird green power. the water ninja is one of the two tech heavy heroes in the city, having a close resemblance to a samurai while having that ninja aesthetic. the blue (or lightning) ninja earned his title as the human –are they even human?– plasma ball; while the earth ninja could probably throw a whole building at someone. they earned the title of the strongest. the white ninja (a nindroid?) is the master of ice, and probably the most deceiving of them as one of the sweetest people; albeit a little morally grey, you’ll ever meet despite the cold presence he has. then the red ninja is the most open one of the lot, the master of fire and swords –hey, there's a lot of skill before his wielding.

  the ninja also had a goddamn flying ship named the destiny’s bounty.

  there’s also samurai x, having the largest panel of debate on whether they’re a guy or lady. they’re the other tech heavy hero in ninjago, following in the footsteps of the previous samurai x who later became the water ninja. you have your suspicion that it might be cyrus borg’s daughter and assistant, pixal. (it was one of hell of a ride when you found out that pixal was actually a robot– nindroid despite her human-like appearance. well, the more you know.)

  and well, elemental masters aren’t much of a surprise to you –not when your aunt was one. master of something, you don’t remember too well what it was; just that either skylor might inherit it or it would skip her and possibly manifest in her kids. or you might get it, and frankly that would be sick. but it looks like neither of you did, atleast you choose to believe that instead.

  you turn, laying on your side and staring out the window, watching the quiet streets and city through the clear glass with an unfocused attention on it. lloyd’s words on his father stuck in your head, you were curious about him.

  you heard of all sorts of things about ninjago before moving here, things you chalked up as elaborate stories before he confirmed it all to you. 

  stories of overthrowing and controlling the realm, bloodlust and a power hungry fight many villains fought to win but inevitably lost in the end. golden weapons and a boy, a devouring evil that could only ever consume; an evil that never rested, a dark lord. and as of more recently, a princess that tried to rise all hell.

  when the ninja defeated the overlord –the never resting evil– lloyd’s father, garmadon was freed from the poison and evil he was under because of the dark lord’s influence. once the man was a tyrant and now you hear he is a sensei of a small, tranquil monastery in a small village somewhere near the city. garmadon sought out lloyd and koko, and became the father and husband the evil forced him not to be.

  he was a tyrant and then became a father. 

  you turn again, laying on your back and stare up at the ceiling with zoned out eyes. the whole situation was peculiar, especially if now since garmadon is good; why was lloyd still so mistreated?

  no one necessarily needed to say anything about it; you’ve noticed the looks sour faces the nurses, doctors and patients gave him when he was escorting you out of the hospital. you noticed the vaguely visible tension on his face while he kept his guard up when you two were walking to his busted car and the way he looked as though he was expecting the worst.

  a defense mechanism, you could tell from the way his eyes were scanning his surroundings; expect the worst so it doesn’t surprise you.

  he softened up only when you two got home, back to your place. but despite the lighter atmosphere in the comfort of the car; you didn’t quite feel he was ready enough to answer your question about the ill treatment he was being faced with subtly. maybe that would also explain why he was so scared that something worse could’ve happened to you. 

  why’d everything need to be so difficult...?

  you frowned, looking out the window with now more focused eyes. it’s been a hell of a week– or several if you count the ones you've been in ninjago; and there’s something nagging you to go home where you’d be safe. but, that would throw everything you’ve worked for, the seat at the best university in all the realm– a ticket out of that house. you’d have to stick it out for a while; at the least for your course to finish before you do anything else.

  well, even if you leave, you’ll have lloyd’s number this time; a way to contact that greenie (the one thing you wanted so badly since eleven.)

  you close your eyes, trying to get some rest again despite half that week you spent in the hospital consisted of you sleeping when lloyd wasn’t (excusing himself to do something work related–not that you’d known him to be employed at the moment). the soft blankets, now warmed by the gentle sun seeping into your room, call you to fall asleep. and you comply wordlessly, willingly.

  until there was a knock on your door and a call of your name. 

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I saw many people saying the new halloween illustration looks suspicious, because everyone has their eyes closed, except Silver and Idia. So this might be something to do with chapter 7...what I saw. Wonder if it really has relation with chapter 7

Also if you look at Jamil closely from everyone smiling illustration, you can see what's at the back of Jamil is actually his forehead, looks like an error

[Referencing this post!]

Oh, interesting 🤔 Mmmm, looking back on it, maybe the open eyes indicate characters who “wake up” from their dreams on their own…? I say that because it’s kind of implied that Silver did just due to the nature of his UM requiring awareness of him dreaming in order to work, and while Idia is still dreaming, he is already noticing weird discrepancies and details about his dream world. It’s possible, then, that Idia could “wake” of his own volition.

Grim and Sebek needed to be roused awake with help from Yuu and Silver, respectively. Meanwhile, Malleus is in that weird middle ground of “well, TECHNICALLY he’s awake but he’s metaphorically still dreaming because he’s willingly refusing to accept reality”. Seeing as how he attacked those who were “awake”, Malleus will most likely need to be truly “woken” using force, not “awaken” on his own accord. Then as for Ortho… well, he’s also kind of a weird middle ground, I don’t think a robot with artificial intelligence fits very cleanly into this (unless, of course, we’re running with the plot twist fan theory that even Cerberus Gear Ortho going to Sage’s Island to “save” everyone IS Ortho’s dream world and not reality).

… Jamil actually stole Cater’s Split Card, that’s how there are seemingly two Jamils in his lil preview image—/j rip Intern-kun