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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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Elijah Kamski x fem!reader - I want your soul

warning : minors don't interact/read, smut, p in v , mirror sex, some oral (f receiving), bondage, fluff/comfort, obsession

Summary : Elijah Kamski the genius behind the androids and their accessories. He was the genius of the most important man. Who was looking for someone to work with him on something. But did a genius like him really need help or was it something else he wanted, sought and needed to create something that would give him something in the end.

Info : Okay I've finally finished writing it I'm not completely satisfied for one thing because I've had this floating around for months and haven't finished it, I'm going to write an extra one with a few more themes that I hadn't done here. I hope the smut is good and the story is not too ripped out as always it should be as realistic as possible. Have fun reading :)

Ps : @thatsthewrongwallcraig I finally did it I hope you are still in your Elijah obsession have fun reading :)

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Detroid had changed since she was born in 2013, it seemed the whole world had changed. Everything had become more modern, more technological and more efficient.

The whole world wasn't just getting closer to the old movies about the future, it had already overtaken them.

It opened up new paths, more possibilities and development was at a level that made them all but immortal. Until the androids came.

Developed by one man, a genius with an IQ of 171, Elijah Kamski. The young genius who developed the androids became a kind of god to some and the devil to others.

The devil for the people whose jobs he had taken away with the androids. He had everything, at least if you could believe the press and the news.

With the invention of thirium and biocomponent technology, he was also the founder of Cyber Life and the richest man on the planet.

He was the incarnate one. The incarnate one who one day launched a public appeal. Not something for a new project since his retirement in 2028 or an assistant or perhaps a successor.

It was rumors that went around the world but especially in Detroid made waves. Until the announcement came from Elijah himself and it was weirder than they had imagined.

Elijah wasn't looking for a successor, he was looking for a maid to inspire his new projects. It was a headline that the magazines ran with and something that caused a boom, suddenly the whole world seemed to be standing in front of the entrance to Cyber-Life's main building.

No one knew what was waiting for them inside, but they all hoped to work for Kamski. It seemed that only one thing mattered to them all. To see Elija Kamski and his money. Because they all knew he would pay well, or so they said.

The kilometer-long queue that stretched out in front had all kinds of people. Everyone who wanted the job would fight for a place. All except for one person, a young woman who was standing in the queue like everyone else.

She wouldn't necessarily walk over dead bodies and would rather take good advice from him that she needed for her studies or a tip for finances because she didn't have any.

To be honest, she was only here to take advantage of this small, minimal opportunity to get the money to pay for her studies and to pay back her parents who had taken on extra debt. A fact that weighed heavily on her heart.

Which is why she could use the money and paying a publisher to turn her script into a book wasn't cheap either and realizing a dream like that would be nice too. But as much as she wanted to, she had to survive the queue first.

I certainly wouldn't be the first to die because of all this standing, she thought, remembering all the people she had seen with tents and chairs. How they came out of the building with their heads hanging or cursing. They had missed their chance.

But she also felt how her feet had been hurting for hours, she had run out of the university as early as she could and yet she was one of the last. But after hours in which the sun would set again in a few hours anyway, it was finally her turn.

Saw how the entrance gradually came closer and closer. She finally had the chance to get to it. Will he notice? the question popped into her head and she became all the more aware of the notebook in her bag.

She didn't know how she should feel about it. Meeting the man who had fascinated her for as long as she could remember.

Meeting the man who was the lover in her book, everything was exactly the same except for the name. Initially in her late teens it was just a model she had used but now. It was more.

More than she perhaps wanted to admit to herself. ,,Miss, it's your turn," a voice snapped her out of her thoughts and her hand slipped into her pocket. Past her notebook and to her wallet and pulled it out.

She thanked the security guard after he had looked at her ID. Before she went into the building with a pounding heart.

She knew it from videos and pictures she had seen in her primary school days. Vague memories went through her mind as she saw an android approaching her.

It seemed as if they wanted to hold back the free spirit and not let people walk around here freely. Like a fake bird in a real cage. ,,Good afternoon, Miss, would you please follow me," he said and she saw the Led flicker briefly from blue to a brief yellow.

He must be announcing me she thought to herself and followed the android with a smile knowing that many others were hostile towards the machines.

Some even went so far as to beat up and kill the androids that didn't fight back. There were unpleasant headlines about severed body parts belonging to several missing androids. Headlines that sent shivers down her spine.

After all, who said that all the androids wouldn't be dead soon? ,,What is it that Mr. Kamski wants from me?" she asked as they walked through the foyer and stood in an elevator. The android stood in front of her and turned his head slightly towards her.

She saw exactly how his eyes avoided hers for a second before he said, ,,A test to see if you are suitable for the job you are looking for," and turned forward again. The quiet hum of the elevator was between them again and her purse had disappeared back into her pocket.

Her heart seemed to compete with her nervousness as the elevator arrived at the top floor of the building. The floor she had never been on before, at least not then.

It seemed almost unbelievable to be back here now. ,,Please, you have to go through this door, good luck," the android said, pointing to what appeared to be a door in the large white hallway with a few modern paintings, plants and bright lights.

,,Thank you," she mumbled and gave the android a small smile before stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the door.

She heard exactly how the android got back in and she was alone in the hallway. She knew she had to go forward. She finally had to go to the door and felt how each step seemed to get heavier and heavier.

But after a few seconds the moment was over and she put her hand on the handle. Opened the door and stepped into the room where she found the man who would give her a job.

The light in the room was dimmer, not so bright that it stung her eyes, it was most like a foggy afternoon with dark clouds hanging in the sky and the threat of thunderstorms. Her eyes fell on the occupied armchair that stood behind a glass table.

The light illuminated the figure slightly and she saw him. ,,Good afternoon, Mr. Kamski," she said, surprised that her voice had held and that she hadn't thrown up from nervousness.

She saw how he leaned forward slightly, the dark strands of his hair framing his face. His bright blue eyes watching her closely as if she were the machine to him and the androids were the humans.

As he briefly pointed to the chair she should sit down on, she obeyed his silent command, her slightly trembling fingers pulling the chair back and sitting down. The slight clatter of her bag seemed to be too loud in the room before she turned her gaze forward.

His eyes met hers and she almost forgot to breathe for a moment. He was everything. He seemed like it came from her imagination, the pictures, videos and articles. ,,Do you think an android can get nervous?" his voice suddenly rang out, so engaging that it seemed to drown out her heartbeat.

The question echoed in her head over and over again. ,,N-no I mean yes" she began to stammer and felt the warmth jump to her ears and cheeks.

Oh god pull yourself together! she screamed at herself in her head, swallowing the lump in her throat and digging her fingers into her jeans. ,,Yes... I do think that androids can get nervous. There are... deviants who show emotions, they are human too," she replied and looked up from her lap to the older one again.

Saw how he had tilted his head slightly. His gaze looked as if he was considering whether he should throw her out or do it himself.

,,So you're implying that androids are human? Are you questioning my work?" he asked, smirking as he could practically see the gears turning in her head. She was apparently trying to guess which answer was the right one.

After a few more seconds of silence, he saw in her gaze that she had found her answer. ,,No, I don't question it, I would say that it shows that the relationship between humans and androids is maybe doing something... maybe human," she dared to put up her tese and saw first to her fear how the small smile on his lips disappeared.

His bright eyes looked at her almost incredulously as if she had deeply offended him. I'll never get a job, she thought to herself and was about to reach for her bag when she heard the sound of paper.

,,Come to this address next week and have your tessellation completed Miss," he said and felt him put a card in her hand. She had it. She had the job.

She had finally got it. ,,Thank you! I mean thank you very much Mr. Kamski, I'll come," she said and grabbed her bags before walking out of the room. The big smile on her lips spoke for itself as the android seemed to rejoice with her on her way out.

But in that time, she hadn't even thought about what it meant to be with him. To move in with him, to be with him for more than just minutes or hours. Forever.

Because a mind infused with devotion and emotion overlooks the obvious. Overlooks the gaze of obsession.

The gaze of possession. The gaze of the rich and their greed for everything. Oh, he would do so much more with her than just have her around.

But she did what he said and came to the address on Monday of the next week. His house was out of town, secluded by roads, woods and rocks.

But when she parked her small car in front of the house, armed only with a bag, she realized once again what this meant. I feel like a little kid at Christmas, she thought as she walked up the stairs to his door. It was the season of winter, snow was slowly falling from the sky and looking behind her she saw the landscape slowly turning white.

Her coat kept her warm and the hat on her head kept her ears from freezing. Ringing the bell, she tried to concentrate on the time in front of her, not the cold.

A smile on her lips turned into a surprised look when a blonde woman opened the door for her. ,,Hello, you're Miss Sun right?" she asked the blonde woman who seemed as perfect as only an angel could be.

An android. ,,Yes, I am Mr. Kamski had given me his address for the job," she replied and saw that the blonde woman stepped aside to let her in. ,,Mr. Kamski is expecting you, please take a seat in the living room," she said, a small smile playing around her lips before she gestured towards the room.

The house was too big for one man to live in. But as she walked through the hallways and doors, the dark walls, saw the colorful paintings and the markings, she realized how different they were.

She was nothing compared to him and yet he had chosen her. He had seen something in her, something that set her apart from the others.

But what? What was it? Putting the bag down next to the table, she found herself in the living room. Didn't know whether she should sit down or not. Instead, she stood next to the table and looked around the room.

Only heard muffled footsteps coming towards her, the door opened and he came out. He came out of another part of the house. A black bathrobe on his body, she saw that his hair was still slightly wet, she could see a little of his upper body.

But his gaze, his bright eyes seemed to focus only on her, despite his appearance, he had lost none of his look. ,,Good afternoon, Mr. Kamski, your housekeeper said I should come here...I can wait too," she said and was about to reach for her bag when she heard his grin.

A smirk that led to an amused smile. ,,No, I wanted you to be here and that's why you're here. I suppose you found your way here all right?" he asked, but his interest was clear. She sensed that it wasn't about her life. It should be about her.

It was supposed to be about her work and what was going on inside her. ,,Yes, I did, I also revised my thesis again... Mr. Kamski could you tell me what the job is about now?" she asked as she watched him make himself a green protein shake, mixing the powder with the vegetables, the blender surprisingly quiet.

But he remained silent as he calmly made his drink before walking past her, gesturing for her to follow him. Grabbing her handbag, she followed him, not knowing whether she should walk beside him or behind him.

But she opted for the latter, not wanting to push her luck too far. She didn't want to compete with him. But why? Do I even have a chance? she asked herself and almost walked into him when he stopped.

,,Your room is all yours, I know it might be unpleasant but I would ask you to stay here. As far as my work is concerned, quick communication is essential," he said, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her. She watched as she looked around the room a little.

The room was three times the size of her own small room. Cave it could probably even fit her entire apartment in here. Staying here? For how long? the question popped up in her head and she looked at him slightly questioningly.

She saw that he knew what she was getting at and took a sip of his drink. ,,I don't think for a few more weeks...it depends on how good you are...oh and please just call me Elijah," he dismissed her with those words, closing the door behind him and taking her nervousness with him.

Her glance at her bag let her know that she had to go back to her apartment to pick up her things, but that she had still taken her book with her.

The words she had written about him, being in his house, working for him. ,,I really did it," she muttered and proudly began to unpack her things, set up her room and took her things with her. She tried to find Elijah only to run into Chloe who let her know that Elijah was at work.

Letting her know when he needed her to get her things. Which is why she found herself back in her apartment less than an hour later. Had walked back to the exit, past the pictures and cameras, past the Chloes and past his gaze without realizing it.

She didn't see what he was doing, she just knew she had to do something to formulate her thesis. And when she came back, she saw him again eating a salad at the table in the living room, but this time he wasn't wearing a coat.

He was wearing normal jeans, a dark shirt and glasses. ,,I see you're back, I'd like to read your thesis the day after tomorrow. To understand what's going on inside you," he said and gave her a slight smile. She felt her heart beat faster again, she agreed and went back to her room with her things. The smile on her lips was unmistakable.

Just as unmistakable as his approval. She did as he said as she joined him in his office, his workroom full of various technical things. ,,Elijah, I have my thesis," she said as she stepped inside after knocking and the door opened, she saw him working on an android model.

It was a construct of wires, metal and the pump that symbolized the heart, yet human features were recognizable.

He looked up from his work and something like surprise flashed in his gaze as if he was realizing something before he gave her a satisfied look and motioned her to his desk.

She handed him her tese and he grinned as he felt the paper in his hands. ,,Old-fashioned and yet not corruptibly good," he said as he took the paper properly before he began to read it. she remained standing next to him, watching his eyes run over the sentences.

He became more and more lost in her work, absorbing her words and becoming more and more absorbed in them. ,,Perfection, your idea of something non-living... very good, I'm proud. I would like you to design a model of it for me more deep thought" he baht she had turned towards her his hand had placed itself on her shoulder.

She felt his warmth, although she had always thought of him as cold, he was warm. He was welcoming and he made her heart beat faster, leaving her proud as he held her tese before giving her a smile and watching her walk out of the room.

Not knowing what his thoughts turned to as he went back to his latest project. Her thesis would help him. Everything would be perfect.

But she did what he said, worked on her work, didn't question him, wouldn't and shouldn't. Ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with him. Caught herself listening in the house to see if he was awake to go to the kitchen and make breakfast.

Usually did it with Chloe, who didn't need any sleep. The two of them talked and laughed and she forgot that the blonde was an android.

Forgetting what was happening around her, what was happening out in the world, what had ever happened. Because what she had was here. A job, a friend and a man who admired her and gave her support.

Or did she? Could she describe her life like this? How long had she been with him - days, weeks or even months? How often had she sat with him, revised her work and written down her inner life? What had happened?

,,My dear I will invite you to dinner and would like you to carry this here" she mumbled the words on the small card that lay on the gift wrapping paper that held something with fabric inside.

Unwrapping the gift, she saw the dark fabric of the dress and held it in front of her body. She could feel how expensive it must be, it was perfectly tailored to her body.

It was perfect in every way. As she stood in front of the mirror, she looked at herself in it and for a moment felt like she was on the same level as him. Was with him to the point that she meant something to him.

And she caught herself thinking that the only thing missing was the gold ring on her hand. But had she turned like this or had he made her like this? Did he want to make her like this? Or was everything bigger than he thought in the end? Was she programmed from the beginning to react like this, was it her feelings?

Was it his creation? She didn't let her thoughts get in the way and continued by putting red lipstick on her lips. She took one last look in the mirror before leaving her room. Hearing the clack of her shoes in the hallway, she walked into the dining room, finding no Chloe or any of her friends on her way.

She found only the silence of the house and heard the classical music coming from one of the rooms like a rhythm, the sounds played over and over again as she arrived in the candlelit room. ,,You look beautiful, I'm glad you put it on," he said, giving her the appearance of a choice she didn't have.

After all, what kind of woman would she be if she didn't comply with his request. ,,Thank you for the dress and the invitation," she replied, her gaze dropping for a moment before she saw him step into her field of vision, taking her hand and feeling his warmth as he led her to the table.

,,It's a multi-course meal to thank you for your work," he began, placing the first course of food, a simple soup, before reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring them both a glass.

She saw him sit down opposite her and they both ate in silence. But it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, the food, the sound of the cutlery and the music in the background created an atmosphere of comfort.

She couldn't see what was hiding behind his gaze as he concentrated on her. ,,Sorry I haven't had so much time for you in the last few days and weeks," he said, almost too suddenly, as he put down the spoon, his look apologetic but his voice seeming out of place. He was inappropriate.

A man who had spent time under machines could show emotion. ,,It's perfectly all right... I'm very glad we have this," she replied and finished her soup, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

She did as she was told before they got to the end of the meal and she didn't know what to do. She didn't have to because Elijah got up from his seat and walked over to her, offering her his hand before she walked next to him for the first time. His hand was on hers as they both walked towards his office.

His gaze was on her, watching her, looking for anything wrong. ,,I've taken the liberty of creating a new prototype...your notes and work helped" he began and walked over to the machine knowing she was listening to him, knowing she would do anything for him from this point on. He handed her the table with the data and watched as she looked over it, fascination in her eyes for his work.

He knew that she would always admire him, it didn't take much but he had read it. He had read her book and knew that she was truly the right person for his purpose.

That his inner self was right, his genius was right, his obsession was right. She let the shapes and processes on the table before she suddenly felt his hand on her shoulder.

He touched her in all the time she had been with him, he had never fully touched her now only when she had done something well. ,,What did I do well?" she asked, turning to him, the device with the thin screen still in her hand.

She kept still wanting more from him, the bond between them still far too strong. He saw her as his and she saw herself as his wife. It was and would be between them. It was her devotion in her brain for him, and it was his desire for her as his wife. For someone perfect.

,,Everything my love...you have no idea...what you've done to me," he murmured and she felt his other hand on her shoulder as he continued to touch her, praising her for something she couldn't do.

,,Can I do something for my existence?" she asked her inner question out to him, hearing his smirk, smelling the metal, the aftershave, snow and wine. Smelled him. Felt him so close to her and yet she didn't move. Stood still like someone waiting for an order.

Something he liked to have her the way he wanted her. Like an android. ,,You can help what you do... tell me, do you want to be free for a moment?" he asked, his hand moving over her shoulder and down to her hand. He gripped the tray and gave her the freedom to decide for a moment.

She could walk away or she could stay and give it to him. And she did. She gave it to him. ,,Free? But we're free, aren't we?" she asked, not knowing what he meant as he took the tray from her. Leaving the first kiss on her neck before he slowly moved her past the.

The office, like everything else, was just a pretext which she seemed to realize but it made no sense, it didn't matter, there was just the two of them and that should be enough. She hadn't been what she used to be for a long time.

But it didn't matter, it was about him and her, not about what had happened. She felt him leave more kisses on her skin as the doors opened in front of them and she felt the warmth on her cheeks, a natural reaction when she saw his bedroom. Dark walls reddish abstract paintings on the walls.

One might have thought that the pictures hid the portrait of a woman, but what did she know. At most, he saw her in the colors. Because he wanted to. Because understanding told him so. She felt him next to her, his hands gripped hers, her shy gaze found his.

Her uncertain, his almost demanding, the glasses helped him to see her better, even if he didn't need them. He would have her anyway. He slowly placed his hand on her side and pulled her close.

On the contrary, the closer he touched her, the more intimate she became. The more she wanted him. ,,That's it," he said with a murmur, apparently listening to her thoughts before she felt his lips on hers, kissing his warmth over her as she clung to him, almost searching.

He wanted the kiss more knew he was getting it. But she gladly gave herself to him. She felt safe. He had given her a job, given her a dress, given her everything.

Now it was only fair that she gave him something back, wasn't it? It was always like that. She only felt a dull sensation as he moved to her back and unzipped the expensive fabric flowing from her body. She stepped out of her shoes as if automatically, not wanting it to be over like this.

She wanted to please him without realizing that she was doing just that. ,,I've liked you ever since I saw you... like a perfection for me," he said, taking away her fear as he went to the bed, leaving her standing there, almost confused and full of shame.

The warmth on her cheeks increased as she felt flattered and crawled towards him on the bed, knowing that he was watching her, not hiding the fact that he found her attractive.

That he saw exactly how her nipples had hardened slightly from the cold. That his hands lay on the fabric and her shaky exhale. He had her body to himself, had her to himself. ,,Elijah you-me...you are everything," she murmured, knowing it was her mind veiled in lust.

The spirit that longed for Elijah wanted more. Wanted more of his touch. ,,I know that... I know everything, my love," he whispered to her, pulling her into another kiss before he let his hand wander over her breast again. He felt her shudder. ,,Poor girl...all these months without touch or pleasure...without me," he said, watching her.

Watched her through his Chloe's or had to know. Had given him lust without her knowing who his cameras were. She had shown him everything he needed to know. Always in the quiet of the night, he had touched himself to see what she had done.

He pulled her onto his lap, feeling her quick pulse as he kissed her neck, beginning to leave colorful marks on it, her warmth mingling with his as she held onto the cover in the dark bed.#

His hand that was not on her breast moved to her thigh. She felt her hips thrust out towards him, full of devotion, needing him. ,,I'm going to make you feel good look" he whispered to her biting lightly into her lobe hearing her shaky exhale feeling her lust could feel the tingling in her body as his rough fingers slipped under her bra.

Moaning his name, she pressed herself against him, feeling his own arousal against her back, yet he focused on her. Wanted to see her fall apart when he actually touched her.

She opened her half-closed eyes and looked at herself and Elijah out loud in surprise. Her own reflection in the mirror built into the closet. ,,Beautiful forever," he whispered to her and she moaned as she let his fingers wander over her center.

It was different where her fingers weren't even close enough, his seemed so much better. He felt her wetness through the fabric of her underwear, took his hand from her breast and let it wander over her body. Leaving red scratches, small bites, marks and kisses.

Driving her on as he repeatedly focused his attention on the little bundle of nerves. As her voice filled the room, the classical music drowning in it, he was also completely hard but with each of her shaky movements his hardness got some relief.

He rubbed himself lightly against her his breathing was slightly shaky and yet it made no difference. Because he dealt with her. Giving her more of what she wanted while his blue eyes were on her. Her gaze on the mirror. The trembling spread to her legs as she begged him for more.

But he knew he had watched her closely and knew when she was slowly coming to the end. ,,Look at you, darling... everything just for me," he continued to murmur, finally wanting to show her. His finger moved out of her only to add another one, keeping her better than her own, her hips in rhythm with him. His praise took her mind away.

His pace increased, her trembling increased and when he heard her murmur he knew she was nearing climax. ,,El-Elijah please," she said, resting her head on his shoulder, finally wanting to let go, her fingers digging into the dark bed. He gave her body more kisses before he gave her the okay.

He took his hand from her breast and gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. She fell apart around him with a throaty moan.

He pulled out of her, her heavy-breathing form relaxing to just a sporadic twitch of her legs as she came down from her high. Closing her eyes, he withdrew from her. Licked his hand clean and slowly pushed her away. Watched as she still wasn't completely back, but she didn't have to be. ,,Thank you for your time, my dear," he said, hearing only a murmur, but his gaze went to the mirror.

A flicker caused the android behind it to take away the image of the mirror, the projection disappeared and her image emerged in the form of the android.

,,I have recorded all the data, sir," said the android's voice, turning her gaze away from her human image. ,,Very well, interpret the data I want perfection darling," he said and his hand passed over hers but warmth met cold. The coldness of a machine before it went out. He was left alone with his muse, his darling.

Saw that she was asleep saw that she was unaware. Didn't know what his search for her had driven her to. ,,Sleep well my love," he said and withdrew from her, opening and closing the door. Left her alone.

Until he wanted her again, knowing that she would give him everything. That he had rebuilt her so that when her human shell died, he had her eternally living one. She was his, right down to her soul, she belonged to him and always had.

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year ago

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Detroit Become Human - Masterlist

Masterlist

mostly Gavin Reed x reader

The Academy (Prequel to Lawmen)

Chapter 1 - The supreme art of war (is to subdue Gavin Reed without fighting)

Chapter 2 - Storm in a teacup

Chapter 3 - Douche level: onion

Richard (John) Perkins / Gavin Reed / Captain Allen x reader

Lawmen

Chapter 1 - The Jackal and his vixen (Richard Perkins appears first)

Chapter 2 - Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest

Chapter 3 - Douche in shining armor (Gavin Reed appears first)

Chapter 4 - Love is a tale told by an idiot (18+)

Chapter 5 - A brief spell

Chapter 6 - Train and gain (Captain Allen appears first)

Chapter 7 - Thou shalt love thy detective as thyself (18+)

Chapter 8 - The mission

Chapter 9 - (Don't) judge a book by its cover (18+)

Chapter 10 - Broken (18+)

Elijah Kamski x sister!reader

The Kamskis

Chapter 1

Christmas spirit (Gavin Reed x reader)

Christmas present (18+) (Richard Perkins x reader)

Mistletoe (Ralph x reader)

Icing (18+) (Ralph x reader)

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prismuffin · 2 years ago

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Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet

A/n: GN!Reader (can be read as any gender-!!)

Using: A, B, G, I, L, M, P, U, V

warnings?: light swearing!

!-!more under the cut!-!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Elijah adores your smile and your laugh, he loves the sound of your laughter whenever he makes a corny joke and the way you smile at him whenever you notice his presence it just fills him with adoration.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Elijah loves your hands.

He loves holding them in his whenever he can get the chance. When you’re both on the couch doing your own separate things, he will always find a way to grab your hand just so he can play with your fingers as he reads or responds to the countless emails that flood his inbox.

He loves the way they cup his face in the mornings and how your fingers run through his hair. Sometimes he regrets cutting off his ponytail cause he misses you braiding his hair

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He has no problem giving you gifts, he'll spoil you so fucking much. Though he's not necessarily the type to do it out of the blue ya know? (unless he's been away from you for too long). If you ask him to buy you something then he'll get it for you but if you're not the type to ask then he'll usually only give you gifts for things like birthdays and anniversary's. Only exception is when he knows you've been eyeing something but have been hesitant to buy it- but even then he might just wait until your birthday to give it to you. (if that's too far away tho he'll just surprise you with it one day.)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He's immediately by your side, it doesn't matter what he was doing, all that matters is you right now.

If it's something a bit minor like you accidentally cutting yourself while cooking or getting a razer-cut he'd ask you to sit while telling Chloe to fetch the first aid kit. He'd patch you up himself before planting a loving kiss to the area and asking you to be more careful next time.

If the injury is worse- like a broken/sprained bone he'll make sure you have everything you need while simultaneously staying by your side. Need water? He'll ask Chloe to fetch it. Wanna watch a movie? He's on it. Tired of staying inside all week? He'll have the Chloe's get/find a wheelchair so that he can take you on a walk outside.

If the injury is life-threatening or bad enough to hospitalize you he gets scared. He's once again by your side until you're able to be released from the hospital. He'll get the best doctors and will constantly ask questions about your condition. Once he's able to take you home you're practically on bed rest cause he's doing everything for you. He'll have Chloe set timers of when you should take your pain meds and will just practically fawn over you. One wince slips from your mouth and he's on you asking what hurts and where. Will hold your hand if he can and will have a heartfelt talk about how scared he was for you. After you recover he loves you unconditionally and is very touchy with you but you know he's just glad that you're ok.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

He has three main love languages: Quality Time, Words of affirmation, and Gift Giving- and your personality defines which of the three is used the most.

If you like material items (no shade) he'll que in on this and will give you gifts unprompted. He loves seeing your face light up whenever he spoils you so he'll do it often.

If you love having reassurance he'll pick up on it and will constantly remind you how beautiful or handsome you look. He'll probably start every morning with a "hello beautiful" cause he knows you like it and he loves you and loves encouraging you to love you too.

I think quality time is his default for sure. Though with him being so busy all the time he doesn't always get to satisfy that need so he'll switch to gift giving up until he leaves Cyberlife. After retiring he's making up for so much lost time. Loves you being the last thing he sees before he goes to bed and the first thing he sees when he wakes up. Always asks you to join him in whatever he's doing for that day. He's going for a run you wanna join? He think's todays a good day for a dip in the pool would you like to join? Wanna sit together and read in silence? He is so down ugh he just loves being in your presence, you make him so happy and comfortable.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Your first date (even though you stress that it technically wasn't a date)

You were both hanging out in your dorm room back when you were both in college. He was rambling about one of his projects, about how it could change the world if he got the coding right. Sorta zoned out after a second and stopped talking as he realized just how much he was rambling. (Look he's literally a nerd with an emo haircut and I headcanon that he was super awkward in college but he's polite enough to be professional when talking to superiors.) He got super shy and practically clammed up. He thought he was annoying you until you asked him why he stopped talking, asking if something was wrong. He stared at you for a moment before chuckling nervously, saying something along the lines of "you probably don't wanna hear me rambling about this" to which you responded that you didn't mind listening.

Definitely sees that interaction as the first reason he fell in love with you and so that's why it's his favorite :)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He likes to make a nickname out of your name and then gatekeep it so that no one else can use it. He'll also use ones like "baby" and "love" and "darling" especially darling he abuses the heck out of that one. He'll call you a cutie at times when you're both cuddling or if you're staring at him for too long.

Loves to put 'my' in front of every nickname mentioned above.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He'll give you your space if you're angry at him. He'll ask the Chloe's to check on you every now and then before going to talk to you himself. He'll apologize even if he wasn't in the wrong and will take things slow cause he feels really bad about upsetting you.

If it's not really his fault and it's just work or any other third party he'll offer to get your mind off of it for a while. Wanna take a dip in the pool with him, you both can swim laps or back float to destress. He'll also offer massages, he'd offer Chloe giving you one but if you suggest one from him he has no problem satisfying your needs. He'll make sure you've eaten too- he just hates seeing you upset so he's desperate to see his baby smile at him again.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

BYE he loves to show you off.

Tons of people are so tired of his social media cause it’s all just you.

Especially after he left cyberlife.

With him not having to post about new android updates (which he rarely did anyway) he found having social media was pretty useless. However whenever you finished a new project of yours wether that’s: a new song or album, some new art, a new movie or show you’re in, or new photos from a photo shoot, he’s gonna repost it on his story or quote tweet it with a lengthy caption about how proud he is of you and how everyone should go support your thing cause it’s really good.

If you are famous and have to go to red carpets a lot he loves to spin you around for the photos and make sure to get some paparazzi attention on you because you just look too gorgeous to miss.

Overall, he loves showing off his baby and their achievements.

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random ik but I just love Eli-!!

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mx-pastelwriting · 2 years ago

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Perfection (Part 1)

Elijah Kamski x GN! Reader

Summary: Seeing him in all of his working state, you couldn't help but interrupt your husband's questioning; after all, your son was standing in front of you.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Bit of Angst

Part 2/Final

Riffing through the humongous closet you shared with your husband, you couldn't for the life of you find your favorite shirt. Since the news broke out about you and your husband's life work, causing an uproar, the stress started to build.

All you wanted was a real day of lazing around; no more pacing back and forth in front of the TV and hearing about anything that came up in the news. As much as Elijah tried to calm you down, seeing their faces and what people were saying made you feel guilty. Your love for them made it harder to hear them being called dangerous.

But if only you could find that stupid shirt. "Where is it?" You slammed one of the drawers filled with neatly folded clothes. "How may I be of help?" The soft voice made you turn, and the familiar blonde hair and sweet smile made you relax.

"I was looking for my shirt," you said before taking a deep breath. "It's in the first draw as per your request." She said, without wasting a second, Quickly, you looked, and she was right. "Thank you, Chloe," she nodded. "Of course, also, Mr.Kamski has started his meeting," she said before walking away.

Right, he had a meeting today, but there was nothing you had to be there for; after all, he told you that they just wanted to ask him some questions about the androids. But a quick appearance couldn't hurt. Maybe this could be the spark you needed to continue your work on the passion project you have been working on since you started making the faces for Cyberlife.

Making your way through your room, putting on your shirt, now through the warm hall of your house, coming to the door, you open it slowly, only letting your eye see through the small crack.

Elijah was in his robe standing by the window talking, but you couldn't make out anything but the hum of his voice. There was an older man off to the side, but in front of your husband was an android, his ring blue with his face still.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't put a finger on where. Before you could huddle back into your room to your bed, your legs had made up their minds to walk out from the hall to the android. His eyes followed you up until you stood in front. His eyes, nose, hair—every detail was yours. Your passion project is looking back at you.

"Conner" Your voice was shaky, his ring glowed yellow then back to blue, and his full attention was on you. Elijah's hand softly landed on your shoulder. "It's him," he spoke. "What the hell is going on here?" The older man spoke in shock and anger, looking down at his jacket; the numbers were a match.

Cyberlife must have dug through your office to find him; a wave of joy and hurt flooded your body. "You're exactly how I made you, not one change". "Wait, you made him?" The older man spoke again, but all you could focus on was Conner; his ring turned red and then yellow. "A personal project that I never got to finish, but yet here you are." Your words made his still face finally move, his eyebrows moving slightly as if he were shocked by the news.

Finally, you moved away, letting your eyes break from his, to sit on a chair. "But please continue." The air was still thick with the new information, but Elijah didn't let that stop him from doing his little test. You watched as what was technically your son held a gun to the Chloe that helped you earlier, only for him to prove even more that he was yours down to every number of his code.

A smile grew on your face, only for you to cover it with your hand. He had not shot Chloe, telling your husband he wasn't a deviant.

A lie.

Part 2/Final

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#elijah kamski x reader #elijah kamski #detroid become human x reader #detroid become human

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chaos-thirium · 1 year ago

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🌹 🌹 🌹

(Does three roses mean three snippets or am i being hopeful?)

Hmm okay, but just because it's you 💙

From model Sixty:

“Are you still pining for that man?” she tutted. “Didn’t we resolve this last time?”

From fake dating Kamski:

“Just five minutes of your time, Mr. Kamski.” I reconsidered, then added, “Actually, probably more like ten. Or…like, seven. I talk fast when I’m nervous.”

From a secret New Thing I just started 👀:

'At the back of your mind you knew he was using the same techniques he used on victims, that his empathy was fake, but you took the comfort he offered.'

#my fics #asks #sixty x reader #nines x reader #elijah kamski x reader

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pixelmensupremacy · 1 year ago

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any chance that you write elijah kamiski from Detroit Become Human? I'm obessed and need more of him (also have a lot of plot ideias form him and gavin)

Hey dear! I sadly no longer post here BUT! I've had an idea for Elijah for quite a while now that I've been actually working on and your request motivated me to finish it!!! Here's the link to the fic on Ao3. Hope you like it!

#requests #detroit become human #detroit: become human x reader #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #elijah kamski #elijah kamski x reader

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bigboy-lovers-unite-writes · 8 days ago

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Where/how I feel like they would take you out on a first date!!!

Connor; he did alot of research on your favorite things and what humans usually liked to do, especially on a first date. He figured it would be nice to just talk with you and bring you out to a park for a walk, maybe sit down and hold hands or something. He's definitely very vanilla when it comes to dates, but he's still trying!!

Markus; definitely takes you to somewhere fun. Wether that be an arcade, a carnival or fair, he just wants the both of you to have fun together. He likes seeing you happy, plus he would like to try stuff like games and fun things with you <3

Kara; would probably prefer to stay somewhere safer like inside, but you could convince her to go out if you really tried. She just wants the both of you to be okay and safe. Would make some food for you and watch TV and cuddle sm 😭

Simon; sweet boy oml. Would do probably anything for you, would stay inside, take you out, buy you stuff, anything!! Being a domestic model for kids, he probably knows how to cook decently too. Asks for a hug and maybe a kiss after the date 🤭

Gavin; Prick, but he does semi care. Might take you out to get a burger or a coffee if he's feeling generous, but would actually care about what you want. Would share his food or drink with you, it's like a love language for him at this point. Basically demands you two hold hands or lock arms

Hank; he thinks he's too old for dating anymore, so he would let you pick and drag him around to a store or around town. Like gavin, would definitely appreciate it if you two stopper and got some lunch while out. Giving Sumo a bath is like a date for you two, he really needs help washing the big dog 😭

North; she might act like she doesn't care, she kinda does. She wants to do what she mostly wants to do, but also takes your thoughts into consideration. You two will probably cause some trouble around town or mess with some of the other androids in Jericho or town. She loves getting closer to someone while having fun <3

Ralph; LET HIM DO IT FOR YOU 😭 he will be so sad if you try to plan against his plans. If he's going out with you, you already have him trusting you alot. Will accidentally rant about plants the entire time since he feels like he can share it to you. Definitely wants to garden with you, and will try to cook (he really does try his best)

Elijah; he's rich, he's gonna treat you like royalty (probably). Honestly I think he knows how to cook, but be might make one of his other androids cook something for the two of you. Would probably build an android just for you as a sign of affection or some shi 😭 let's you run his credit card up

Daniel; he really, really cares about everything. If it's an at home date, he will clean the entire place and made it look amazing and set up a little area for a date. Probably wants to build a pillow fort. If you two go out, he will be a little anxious and holding his hand makes him feel alot better <3

Nines; honestly probably doesn't like dates too much, will complain the entire time but does go with you if you go out, wants to make sure you're not being stupid. Will want to have a long conversation about anything, and will more than likely want to be next to you no matter what during/after the date wherever yall went

Luther; huge sweetheart fr 😭 would love to stay home and cuddle or just take care of anything you need. He loves to make sure you're alright. He will probably go out to a small quiet area with you and just sit in silence and hold hands, maybe say he loves you

Jerry/s; obviously gonna take you to an amusement park, maybe their own amusement park since they miss having visitors 😔 they're always cheery and happy so they would love to do anything, play in the snow, play games, talk, anything!

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brwnbnny · 17 days ago

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i cannot escape this hell of kamski damn it

#dbh smut #dbh x reader #dbh rk800 #dbh hank #dbh connor x reader #dbh connor #dbh fanart #dbh #dbh gavin #dbh kamski #elijah kamski #detroit become human x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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Elijah Kamski - Kidnapper

warning : obsession, some incel thoughts, stalking obviously, drug use, mommy kink, dry humping

Summary : Before he became a billionaire and the symbol of the future, Elijah Kamski was a normal student, a nerd, inconspicuous and yet one of many. A young man who wanted nothing more than her, she just had to realize that he wanted the best for her...whether it was against her will or not. She had no chance.

Rec Song : Bernadette by IMAX

mini tags : @thatsthewrongwallcraig , @rl-nancyholbrook , @snaggletoothblues , @1950schick

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°It wasn't his fault that he wanted her so much, that he couldn't hide his gaze behind his glasses, couldn't stop his need for her. It was her fault, the fault of his favorite, his beautiful favorite. Ever since he had come to her at university, she had studied the same as he had, as well as he had to a certain extent. It seemed like for the first time, the shy nerd Elijah had found someone who was his equal. ,,Let's become best friends and arch enemies," he had said with a slight grin as he compared the test they had taken with her.

°A test that he should actually have passed with full marks. But to his astonishment and her grin, he was missing one point, a point she had and now she had the hundred percent. His words had made her smile and immediately that side of him that cried out for attention and contact was liberated. Wanted more of that feeling of belonging for a moment. But there was also this other side.

°This other cold side, that of a robot, an android, an elven god. The side that knew it was only a matter of minutes before her "friends" would show up, she would go with them and forget him. How his bright eyes behind the glasses looked from her eyes down to her lips. There he saw the shiny lip gloss. He knew what it tasted like, vanilla and strawberry, sweet but not too sweet. Your lips are soft and almost tender with the lip gloss slightly sticky he thought the words he wanted to say.

°What he wanted to say and so much more to her since he had seen her. He had taken everything he could get from her with the help of the surveillance cameras on the premises and her cell phone it was easy to hack all this. And it was even easier to get her shampoo, shower gel, lipstick and lip gloss. Trying to hold on to her scent as best he could when he lay in his bed. The cover and the pillow were sprayed with perfume when he closed his eyes, his hand wandered to his half-hard cock and his head lay on the soft pillow, it almost seemed as if it was her.

°Someday it really will be you, he thought as he finished his session of almost leaving a mess on the bed. He could see the ruined top he had stolen from her, the stain bright where his cum had not yet soaked in. ,,I just know," he mumbled, sitting back down in front of his computer and continuing to go through her plans and habits. He had studied her, memorized everything she did, even bought a larger apartment slightly off campus. All those requests and the money they brought in were good for something.

°Knowing that it took him longer to get to university and therefore to her, but the extra room. His sanctuary for her was the reason she just had to understand it. You get it...not like those other sluts in their short skirts and those jock guys he was thinking and his hand closed tighter around his computer mouse which made a cracking sound. He knew deep down that you thought of him as a nerd, maybe even a loser, someone unknown. But he was so much more, he was better than those guys you hung out with.

°I'm perfect for you he was the best thing that could have happened to you and him. He was intelligent, handsome, caring and would love you forever. The only thing his darling would have to do was belong to him. And he would...he would do that, he was sure of it. So sure that he decided to intercept her knowing that she always went to the public library on Friday nights to look for other books that the university didn't have. Of course he had read all the books she had read books that gave him a further insight into what she was like.

°He was always like a shadow behind her, so inconspicuous that she overlooked him when she sat down at the table and put her things down to look for books. He slammed shut, the shadow emerged from the shelves and it was easy to fill her water bottle with the small tablet. Because how could it be otherwise, no student was in the library voluntarily on a Friday evening. Except for you, my innocent Eva, he thought and retreated between the shelves, watching her return a few minutes later.

°He watched her between the books as her hands opened the book and her fingers flew over the words. Those gentle soft hands that he had only ever touched when he looked next to her or walked past her. Staying with her as much as he could, seeing her take off her clothes at the summer party, her bikini hanging from her body. There was very little left to cover her body. He was always there when she took off her scarf in winter as soon as she was in the building. Her neck looked so fragile and yet he knew that something would soon settle around it. The way she now opened her jacket and hung over the chair, the light-colored blouse lying against her body and the bright pink bra with the strawberry pattern.

°A grin came to his lips, he had ordered the same model, had felt the perfume on it and was inhaling it. You want it too, he mused and continued with his plan, coming out from between the shelves and pretending to be here by chance. Of course his darling was too good-natured, of course too naive, of course she didn't see the danger. Didn't see the grin that appeared on his lips when he saw her drinking from the water bottle. ,,So do you have any plans for today other than studying like a good little bee?" he asked, pushing back his glasses which had slipped slightly as he moved closer to her.

°He saw exactly how she took a moment too long, her eyes showing confusion and uncertainty for a moment. Her hand ran over her torso as if trying to find her pulse to reassure herself that it was only for a moment. ,,Yes...yes learn right Elijah" she murmured and he watched as she took another sip, trying to get rid of the tiredness and drowsiness. Time to catch you my angel. ,,Is everything all right? You look pale...shall I help you?" he asked, already slipping a hand under her arm to help her up. He took her things and her bag and only heard the faint protest when she still didn't understand what was happening. ,,I'm here, don't worry, close your eyes...we'll be home soon," he murmured to her, pressing her against him again as she tried to get away before she gave in more and more and finally fell into his arms.

°,,That's right," he said as he looked around for a moment before he put her in his car and a smile crept onto his lips. His hand brushed a strand of hair from her face that had come loose during her "rescue". The door closed and only seconds later the car started moving and he drove back to his apartment. He was glad that he had finally decided on the new one when he opened the door with his handprint. A bird shouldn't fly away. He carried her unconscious body as carefully as he could through the apartment and opened the room. Put her on the single bed, the same bed as her room at the university. The same window, the same shelf, the same closet with the same clothes, the same desk. ,,I don't want my guinea pig to be too confused," he said to himself and almost chuckled when he realized he had done it.

°All his darling needed was a tag. He reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out the white collar. It was like his invention, he would make her into what he did with his androids. He would make her perfect, her body already was, she was the most beautiful woman there was, it was her fault she didn't see him that way. I was always good...always. The thought of his parents flashed never appreciated never appreciated the son who made the future.

°But when he looked at her, he actually knew that he was giving her time to wake up, but the god in him, the arrogance and the shame withdrew for a moment. It was his insecurity, his complexes that haunted him. A pitiful whimper came from his lips as he took his glasses off his nose and placed them on the bedside table. ,,You know, I've always just wanted your attention...I knew you'd appreciate me," he began to talk to her even though he knew she wouldn't hear him. His mind saw no other way, he would just tell her and she would understand.

°When he lay down next to her carefully as if he was afraid she would wake up from the drugs. He turned to her, his slightly trembling hand slid to hers, suddenly feeling guilty for what he had done. ,,I'm sorry-I-I sorry...Mommy" came from his lips, seeing his mother's tightening gaze, seeing for a moment that it wasn't his mother lying there. That she would never treat him like that. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and guided her hand slowly to his center.

°,,Just for a moment, yes? Let me make it good, yes?" he asked her, pressing his hips against her hand in a gentle rhythm. His noise soon filled the room, he left kisses on her neck and his apology was lost among the moans. Knowing that if she accepted him it would be good for him, the thought of her stroking his head, praising him, proud of him, made his cock twitch with excitement. Rubbing against her harder. I'll be good, I promise. But she was there for him, knowing she always would be as he came with a moan. Even if it wasn't her insides, not her beautiful body, he kissed her, apologized and tried to come down from his ashamed high. When he stood up and put his glasses back on the shame of his actions didn't get the better of him.

°Turning away from her and turning off the light in the room was the only thing in his mind that brought him back to what he was above her. That he finally had his angel. Closing the door behind him, he knew that once again it was only a matter of time before she woke up, until he would show her what he would give her, that she was what he needed. In the end she could not escape him it would make no difference because in his presence she was nothing but his pretty bird that he had clipped the wings of...if he wanted her to she would sing for him at any time out of pure love.

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#detroit become human #dbh #elijah kamski #neil newbon #elijah kamski x reader #dbh elijah kamski

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somethingblu3 · 8 months ago

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wonderland

Summary: You have an expensive hobby, but what are a few bills against an hour or two in heaven?

Pairing: Camboy!Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Content Warnings: Digital Porn 18+!, Edging/Gooning, (Mutual) Masturbation, Parasocial Relationships, Humiliation/Praise, Angst, Pet Names, Porn Addiction, Pussy Spanking, Orgasm Denial

A/N: I’m back again, yapping about Eli…

Camboy!Elijah Playlist, anybody?

No pressure tags: @ohlookapan @queer-crusader @somethingblu3 @blueberrypancakesworld

This is the way that it is

This is the way that it always will be

Something you love turns to something you miss

Something you say turns to something you mean

- Digital Silence By Peter McPoland

The cursor led by your touchpad hovered over the “Pay Now” button displayed by the PayPal bill you were about to pay. 200 bucks for an hour. Absolutely unreasonable in the state of this economy? Yes. But, being honest with yourself, did you really care about that right now? No, that bill would be a problem for end-of-the-month You. As of right now, the only thing you could bring yourself to care for was the rush of serotonin and endorphins that almost literally rested in the palm of your hand, waiting for you to just- click. bought.

Almost immediately, a little black-framed window popped up in the bottom corner of your display, reading “Invitation: Click To Join Private Room” and your heart nearly skipped a beat as the first wave of adrenaline hit your bloodstream, ready to give yourself the ultimate fix you’d been saving up to. You clicked on the invitation link and leaned back in your padded gaming chair, groaning out in pleasurable stimulation as the slick silicone of your favorite dildo pressed against your swollen insides. By now, the material had accumulated all the heat from the body, effectively making it feel nearly like the real deal just without any hassle of actually dealing with another person to begin with.

“Hi.”, The familiar, buttery smooth voice directed only at you cooing through your headset sent a shiver down the curve of your spine, “I was wondering when you’d finally show up.”

The screen lit up in mellow lilac neon the very next moment and your eyes felt like bulging out of their sockets as your lagging, already thoroughly fucked out brain desperately tried to compute what was happening in front of you. Smooth fair skin barely covered by a black satin robe that shimmered regally in the purple hues of his background light, dirty blonde hair that cascaded down sturdy and toned shoulders making you fall in love with the frame on your desktop immediately. Alone for that the 200 bucks had already been worth every fucking penny.

“Sorry.” You typed with your free hand without even looking where your fingertips dipped down on the keyboard.

“No need to be sorry, dear. The only thing that matters is that you’re here now.” The man known to you as Eli smiled gently, eyes lighting up along with it and rendering you weak in the knees.

“You’re so pretty.” You couldn’t help yourself or your fingers from flying over the buttons.

“Why, thank you! But don’t think the flattery will get you any discount!”, His pristine smile turned into a cheeky grin and the very tip of his tongue peeked between perfectly supple lips, “I’m just fucking with you, babe, am I not?”

The man’s entire intonation dropped at the word “fucking”, aiming the question right at you with filthy innuendo, leading a jolt of heat into your face.

“How’d you know?” The question was utterly dull and downright stupid given the circumstances, however, the only thing your arousal-riddled brain managed.

“How could I not know, honey? I’ve had my eyes on your username for quite some time now.” Eli leaned deeper against the headrest of his plain, grey-duvet-covered bed, allowing one shoulder to slip from the confines of smooth silk, “Always such a good little thing watching me stream every night, no? So cute and innocent until you start typing those dirty, dirty comments, hm?”

The way he dragged out the words of teasing humiliation had you clenching around the piece of silicone shoved all the way up into your weeping cunt, making you want to touch yourself so bad but you wouldn’t, not just yet.

“You know the ones I’m talking about, don’t you?”, To keep pushing you further, he pulled out his phone, sleek black phone case against pale skin, and started quoting, “JustASillyKitty commented: God, I need him to be mean to me so bad.”

He scrolled on further: “Fuck, I’d so blow him after I’d wine and dine him. Would let him blow his load all over my face.”

Eli came prepared and you weren’t ready for that in the slightest.

“Aren’t you really just such a silly little pussy cat? A lil’ kitty that wants me to be mean to her, hm?”, You fought with yourself to not just start rubbing your throbbing clit. “Need a man to bully you until you cum?”

“Uh-huh.”, Quivering fingertips hammered down onto the keyboard, “Please, sir.”

Eli tilted his head, hand tossing his phone onto the sheets before he flipped his hair to the side, revealing a cleanly shaved undercut and just by the way he moved, straightened his posture, and squared his shoulders, you knew that you’d gotten to him.

“Oh, you are one observant doll, no? Gotta be a real OG to remember I’m into that.”, His praise was accompanied by a smile that almost came across as shy, flustered perhaps, “Do you think you can do something for sir?”

“Anything!” The reply shot out from your fingertips so fast it was pathetic.

“Would you turn on that cam of yours? I’d like to see just how wet I get you when I tell you all about just how much of a slut you really are, kitty.”

If it hadn’t been for your chair to lean back so generously, you'd have toppled over and slipped from it and for a second you actually hesitated before your mind went blank and compliant again, cursor clicking away on your cam settings.

“My, my…”, Eli hummed, eyes darting to the newly displayed square depicting you naked from the waist down, pink silicone creamed with white coming as a stark contrast against the black of your chair, “Already stuffed, hm? Good girl. Feel like turning on your mic for me as well?”

That wasn’t his usual way to deal with customers but Elijah, indeed, felt curious about you. Not that it mattered in any way but being able to put a voice and well…body parts to a username had its intriguing charms he wouldn’t deny himself of; he could and would get more out of this than plenty of pretty green bills.

The little switch on your headset flicked and only then did it dawn on you that he had you on full display, not only directly seeing you but hearing you stutter out a breathy and coy: “Hi.”

“Hi, you there.”, His piercing blue eyes went back to stare right at his camera, making you feel watched in a way that hollowed out your already shaky breaths, “It’s so nice having a pretty voice like yours to a name now.”

The odd sense of intimacy crept up to you, slithering into your ribcage and holding it hostage in a tight clasp of hammering emotions.

“Just how long have you been at it tonight, hm? You’re soaked.” Your oozing cunt displayed in the corner of his screen had his cock gradually straining against tight black shorts, begging for attention a little louder with every tiny little subconscious roll of your hips into your chair.

“Uh…2 hours, maybe 3?” You admitted hesitantly, suddenly abashed about your little masturbation habit.

“Damn, 3 hours and no orgasm yet? Your clit gotta be so puffy and swollen by now, no? How about you give her some love from me?” Eli titled his head a little further, exposing his sharp jawline and slender neck, teasing with a smile.

“Like that?” Finally, you led your hand down amidst your thighs, nimble fingers finding your overly sensitive and slick-soaked clit to toy with it.

“There you go.”, Eli cooed in return, his own head trying to stay reasonable and maybe not get his rocks off to a customer that he had on speaker right now, “Look at you, obedient little whore, so needy after three hours of bouncing on that nice silicone cock.” Makes me so fucking hard just looking at it, princess.

“Fuck…”, It slipped right past your lips and into the microphone of your headset, the moan resonating miles away in a purple-lit bedroom, “Feels so good, I can’t stop once I start.”

“Oh, I know. Can’t stop staring at me stream, probably bouncing that pretty ass up and down that dildo to every minute of it. Worshiping me and all the things I do to my body like I want good, brain-dead whores like you to.” Something in your head just short-circuited, had everything else blackening from your vision, surroundings becoming irrelevant because all you cared for was the buzz from between your legs and that maddeningly beautiful man in front of you.

You could’ve been offered the world on a silver plate but nothing of it would make you want to ever quit hiding behind your desktop whilst indulging and splurging on your rented daydream in your personalized digital wonderland. There’d be no reason for you to ever leave when everything you could possibly want was right in front of you, telling you how much of a good slut you were for him. Why try and implement yourself into a society that looked down on people like you, calling them “perverted freaks” or “addicts”? You’d never think about yourself like that; all you wanted was to feel good like everybody else, no? And what was so wrong about that, to begin with?

“What can I say?”, It trickled from your mouth in a raspy laugh, muscles starting to pull on your insides as you flicked and nudged yourself closer to release, “You’re mesmerizing.”

A new gush of wet smeared down the silicone, telling about you being nearly ready to bust.

“Aw, what’s that, about to cum already, kitty? Creaming all over yourself, filthy bitch, stop that.” He angled his words like strokes of a whip breaking through the quiet white noise of your headset, making you flinch and begrudgingly take your fingers off your cunt.

“Ouw, why?” You sniffled, walls clenching around the dildo in protest about being so close and yet denied again.

“Because I say so, silly.”, Eli felt himself leaking into his short watching you thrust into the air like a butch in heat, desperate for whatever stimulation still allowed to you, “What about your tits, princess, have they gotten any attention yet? Bet your nipples are so stuff right now.”

He nearly bit down on his bottom lip to not let his head loll back against the wall behind him, filthy spilling from his mouth faster than he could control as his brain conjured the picture of you pinching down onto a pebbled nipple.

Still caught in the throes of yet another denied orgasm, you could hardly push yourself to palm at your tit, rough and harsh in a weak attempt to play over the ache throbbing through your lower abdomen, the dull pain making you whine out because it rushed straight down to your twitching clit just like everything else.

“Fuck, getting hooked on how needy you sound. Would love to give that pussy a good spanking. Could make you cum with that, no?” Elijah had to fight to keep himself on track, promising himself to just fuck himself stupid after the stream, bust his load all over his bed and soil the sheets with all the dirty thoughts about you he was burning to eventually entertain with his cock in hand.

“Like that, sir?” You snuck yourself right through the loophole of not touching yourself, the inside of your hand slapping down onto your clit in a lewd squelch, making you squirm in your seat.

Eli's eyes widened at the sight as his insides started thrashing and raging over just how pliable and docile you were, imagination going wild with the need to bend you over his desk or have you ride him into oblivion until you couldn't walk the next morning.

Customer this, job that but he couldn't lie to himself and insist on not being turned on beyond reason by you, the way you clung to each of his words like gospel whilst fucking yourself on cam for his amusement. He just had to sit at the top of his bed and enjoy the show he was getting paid for whilst getting drunk on the feeling of power he had over you.

“Just like that. Good girl.” Eli listened to his voice rendering store and coarse, telling how just how much he needed to bust that fucking load to be able to think straight again.

In a brief motion, his eyes rushed to the countdown clock set on his desk and almost groaned out in relief. However, he had to ease you out of it because there was no way he'd let it fall on his name to cause his customers a hefty sub drop. Not only would that be detrimental for his image but also did it not align with his personal principles whatsoever.

“Sweets?” He cooed softly, straightening his back for the last little bit of the session.

“Yeah?” You huffed back, body still dangling on the edge between bliss and pain.

“Can I give you a little task for tomorrow?” Your ears perked up, interest certainly piqued.

“Sure!” You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t even see it.

“Do you think you can build that orgasm all the way to tomorrow. I just know I'll see your username pop off in the chat, you never let me down, kitty.” Eli's gaze watched the seconds trickle away at the countdown.

“I- I can try.” Now your own thoughts wandered to the digital clock on the task bar at the bottom of your screen, a jolt of dread working through you as you realized that time was getting sparse.

“If you do that for me, I'll promise to give you a little check in tomorrow night, yeah? No bullshit, you'll hear from me, okay?” Eli meant it in all sincerity and that slowly trickled over to you.

“Promised?”, You asked shyly and he nodded with a gentle smile on his lips, “Promised! But I'm afraid I have to get going now, sweets. You okay?”

“Yeah.”, You pressed it out of you, you'd manage that much was the truth, “ ‘M gonna be just fine and see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“There you go.”, He praised on last time before the countdown ticked down further, “See you tomorrow, kitty.”

You soaked all of him in for as long as you could before the video disconnected and your display blacked out with the lack of transmission.

Glazed over, slightly burning eyes darted back to the clock, almost quarter past midnight. You groaned and only reluctantly got up from your chair after shutting off your tower, knowing that it was way past bedtime and that you'd regret spending all your night playing with yourself yet again.

The slippery silicon practically fell right out of you as you got up and tumbled to the floor. With an empty stare, you looked at it rolling over the carpet and you couldn't be bothered with picking it up; who'd complain anyways? The spider living in the corner of your room, obediently eating away at flies and mosquitoes? Yeah, no.

A harrowing sense of emptiness spread through your chest as you crawled underneath your duvet, fabric cold and lifeless, but you pushed it to the side like every afternoon you came back to an empty flat and an equally empty bed.

“Alexa?”, The blue ring around the circular device lit up, “Set an alarm for 6am, please.”

“Alarm set for 5 hours and 40 minutes.” The calm voice exclaimed, and you shoved your head into the pillow.

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 month ago

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The Kamskis

Masterlist - DBH masterlist

Summary: After a year of absence, you, Elijah's sister, is finally returning home

Chapters: 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Warnings: reader is Elijah's sister and there will be smut in later chapters

Words: 931

Reader: sister reader, otherwise no specific descriptions used

Chapter 1

You hesitated before knocking on the door. A year had slipped away since you'd last seen your brother; too much had transpired in Detroit before you parted ways. Amanda, his mentor, had passed away a decade ago, the weight of her absence had left him broken, and he'd found solace in tears and whiskey, drowning memories of loss in amber-filled glasses. You took a deep breath and watched the fog forming in the cold as you exhaled. The knock on the door echoed and it didn't take long before the large black door swung open and a RT600 appeared in the doorway. She greeted you with a warm smile.

"Welcome back. Elijah will be pleased to see you again.", Chloe greeted you with programmed warmth.

I'm sure he will be, you thought to yourself while stepping inside. Your gaze immediately fixed upon the enormous portrait of your brother. Yeah the ego of my dear brother, immeasurable by earthly standards, you chuckled to yourself. Chloe instructed you to wait while she disappeared through the door on the right side of the portrait. It felt strange to be back again, in an odd way, it was your home and he was your family, the only one left. Your heart began to race, nervousness slowly taking a hold of your body and mind. How would you react? How would he react? After all, you were the one who stormed off and left him behind. You had occasional contact throughout the year, but that mainly consisted of short mundane questions and generic answers to ensure that you were both still alive and doing over all okay.

Your heart skipped a beat as the sound of your name interrupted your trail of thoughts. You looked up, seeing him treading towards you, smiling anxiously but somewhat happy. He changed quite a bit during the last year. The glasses were gone, the hair still long and tied to a bun but shaved on the sides and he got rid of his beard. He looked more serious, more like the corporate titan he was rather than the passionate inventor you'd known.

"I missed you so much", he took another step forward and hugged you tight.

You melted into it instinctively; the familiar comfort of his presence, the warmth and gentleness of his touch. Your tension dissolved instantly. It truly felt right to return, to reunite with your only anchor in a world of strangers.

"I missed you too, brother", your voice cracked as you almost couldn't handle all emotions appearing at once.

"Come, we have much to discuss after all this time", he sounded calm and content.

You followed him to the living room. You were a bit shocked to see a huge portrait of you on a wall. It wasn't there when you left, he must have commissioned it during your absence. Elijah noticed you inspecting it.

"It was painful to watch it when you were gone, but I felt like I needed you watching over me, even if it was not the real you."

A certain painful sadness tinged his voice, it sounded as if you being away for so long almost shattered him. You suddenly felt sorry and tears welled in the corner of your eyes as you rushed to the couch.

"Eli, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left, but what happened that night, I don't know, it felt...I...", you were sobbing.

He settled beside you, gently cupping your face and directing your gaze to meet his.

"Listen, little sister. I'm sorry too for what happened. I should have talked to you about my feelings, but I was overwhelmed by Amanda passing away. I felt so left alone, sad, like my soul was about to die and then there you were, like a beacon of hope illuminating my darkness. You cared about me and I suddenly had an epiphany", he paused, carefully weighing his next words in fear to scare you away again, "there are only two Kamskis left in this world, you and me, we are both quite unique, our minds perfectly aligned, our brilliance unmatched and there is no one else in this world who could ever understand our nature. We only have each other and we can never achieve true happiness with anybody else except us."

What was he doing? Why was he trying this again? Because he needed to, he assured himself, this was the only way any of them could be happy and he knew it. The year without you had nearly destroyed him, and he was determined to make you understand. He took a deep breath, looking you deep in the eyes.

"I know we’re breaking all the conventions, but those aren’t meant for us, we are not as small minded as them, we are family and I love you, sister!"

He surged forward, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Stunned by this unexpected turn, you remained passive, allowing it to unfold. Though he was your brother and convention dictated otherwise, his logic was sound. Your attempts at normal relationships had invariably failed; other men never truly grasped your passions or intellect. You'd always felt misunderstood until that fateful night a year ago. The painful truth emerged - you'd fled not from disgust, but from shame. Shame because you enjoyed it, because you genuinely wanted it, though you'd never dared admit it... until now. Your arms encircled him as you returned his kiss with equal fervour. Perhaps he was right - perhaps all you needed for genuine happiness was him. After all, who were others to judge?

Chapter 2

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the-dork-urge · 22 days ago

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First Kiss - Detroit Becoming Human P1

I'm like 6 years late to the party but that's alright Gavin Reed

The police precinct was nearly silent. The usual hum of phones and distant chatter had faded, and now only the clatter of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper echoed in the otherwise empty room. You glanced at the clock: 11:45 PM.. You had already finished your paperwork, and your bag was packed, but there was something that kept you from leaving.It was him.

Gavin Reed was hunched over his desk, scribbling something on a report, his brow furrowed in concentration. The harsh fluorescent lights above cast shadows across his face, making his usual scowl even sharper. You knew he wasn’t here because he wanted to—no, it was disciplinary work from the higher-ups. The latest round of paperwork, because of some screw-up he’d made.

You’d seen him like this before—rare moments when the tough cop façade cracked and all that was left was the man behind it, dealing with whatever shit he didn’t want to talk about.

"You really dont have to help me, you should pack it" he growled, biting on the end of his pen, staring at the screen before him. You paused for a moment, considering his words. You could tell he was exhausted, but he wouldn’t admit it, not to anyone. Not even to you.

You shrugged, playing it cool, even though you were well aware that he hated anyone seeing him like this, especially you. "I know," you said with a small smile, scooting your chair closer to his desk. "But I want to.'' ''Yeah, well, don’t blame me when you’re stuck here ‘til dawn," he shot back, though there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes.You knew better than to take him too seriously when he was like this. You simply slid into the chair next to him, grabbing a random stack of papers from the desk, and quietly set to work. The silence between you both stretched on as you worked, the low hum of the precinct your only company. Every now and then, you glanced up, watching Gavin as he focused on his screen. His brows were still furrowed in concentration, the usual tension in his shoulders as he worked through the mountain of paperwork. You couldn’t help but notice the way he chewed on the end of his pen, twisting it in his fingers, back and forth, like he was trying to work out a problem that wasn’t on the page.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you looked at him.

You leaned back in your chair, try to focus on your own pile, the sound of you pen clicking against the table as you absentmindedly fiddled with it. The rhythmic sound seemed to fill the space between you, a constant companion to the otherwise quiet night.

Then, without warning, Gavin turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Stop," he said, his voice rough but low, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck.

You blinked, pausing mid-click. "What?"

"The pen. Stop playing with it," he grumbled, shooting you a glare. "It’s annoying."

You raised an eyebrow, setting the pen down slowly. "Really? You’re gonna tell me to stop?"He didn’t answer, just gave you a look that made it clear he wasn’t messing around. But you weren’t backing down so easily.

"Well, you’ve been chewing on your pen for the last half an hour," you shot back with a smirk. "So if we’re comparing levels of annoying, you’re definitely winning, Reed."

He rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with your logic. "It’s a habit," he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can’t help it."

You leaned back in your chair, resting your arms on the desk. "Oh, I get it," you teased. "So, chewing on your pen is okay, but me clicking my pen is somehow an offense?"

He shot you a look, his lips pressing into a thin line as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. "You’re impossible," he muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, well," you shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. "At least I’m not munching on office supplies."

The corners of Gavin’s mouth twitched, fighting a smile. You knew he wasn’t really mad—not with you. The banter had a way of making the night feel a little less heavy, a little more bearable.

"You’re lucky I like you," he muttered, turning back to his desk, a barely noticeable smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Otherwise, I’d have tossed you out of here by now."

"Sure," you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You’d let anyone in here just to help you get through the mess you got yourself into. Maybe even Hank."

He rolled his eyes at your jab, and you both knew it wasn’t true. Out of everyone in the precinct, you were the only one who’d actually stick around to help him.

"Fuck you," he grumbled, hiding a smirk as he returned to his paperwork, the pen back between his lips.

You couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto your face. He looked kind of handsome like that, even with the pen in his mouth. You quickly caught yourself and cleared your throat.

"How about some coffee, huh?" you offered, hoping to change the subject.

He didn’t look up from his screen but gave a small nod. "Yeah, that’d be good."

As you stood by the coffee machine, waiting for the drip to finish, exhaustion settled in. It had been a long day, and the silence in the precinct made everything feel even heavier. The steady drip of the coffee felt almost meditative, and for a moment, you closed your eyes, leaning your palms against the counter.

Your mind wandered back to Gavin, as it often did when you were alone with your thoughts. You couldn't help but wonder if it was obvious that you kind of liked him. And the truth was, you didn’t know if he felt the same way. He was always rough around the edges, sarcastic, and often a little too gruff, but there was a certain patience he showed you, a subtle kindness that made you feel like maybe he cared, even if he didn't say it outright.

In fact, there were moments—like when he'd bring you coffee without you asking, how he'd ask about your weekend and really seemed to listem, or the times his hand would linger on your shoulder as he passed by—that made your heart flutter. You'd caught him staring a few times, but he’d always quickly look away, as if he wasn’t sure what he was feeling either.

You couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, he thought about you the way you were thinking of him now. But then, you shook your head slightly, trying to push the thoughts aside. After all, you didn’t even know what this was. You were just two tired cops in the middle of a long night, and maybe it was better to leave it at that.The sound of the coffee machine finishing its work broke your train of thought.

As you turned around to grab the mugs, you nearly jumped. Gavin had somehow silently made his way into the kitchen, standing just a few feet away, looking as if he'd appeared out of nowhere. ''Need something else.'' you asked, moving right by him to grab what you needed.

''Yeah," he said softly, and before you could react, you felt his hand gently wrap around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

You tried not to focus on the way his hand felt against your skin, but the pulse racing through you made it impossible not to. "Thanks for staying," he said, the words hanging between you two in the small kitchen. y

You could feel his fingers slightly tighten around your wrist as if he was nervous about what he’d just said, but you weren’t sure. "I should’ve just said that right away... instead of being an asshole."

You looked at him, a genuine smile tugging at your lips now, the kind that felt different from the usual teasing.

"I know that, Gavin," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "You don't need to say anything."His grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but his hand didn’t let go just yet. He blinked, as if unsure of how to respond, then his voice softened.

"No, but sometimes I should," he muttered.

It was then that he seemed to realize his hand was still on your wrist. He quickly let go, a bit too hastily, and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping just for a moment.

"It's... it's good to say it, actually," he added, looking down at his shoes as if trying to avoid eye contact.

You couldn’t help but smike softly at how flustered he looked. Gavin Reed, tough cop, lost in front of you.

You lingered there for a moment, eyes still on him, your eyes now on the hand that had reached out to you. It had felt good, his fingers on your skin. The sound of the coffee machine’s little alarm started to blare again, its sharp beep pulling you back to reality. It was a reminder of the task you had come in for, but something—or rather, someone—had you rooted to the spot.

You weren’t quite ready to move away just yet. You glanced at Gavin, who seemed just as stuck as you,

You heard Gavin take a deep breath, and before you could even process it, he stepped forward. One of his hands reached up, tentative at first, then gently placed itself on your cheek. His fingers were warm, and he lingered there, just enough to check if you were okay with it, as if giving you the space to pull away if you wanted.

For a moment, everything stood still. Your breath hitched as you leaned in slightly, your gaze locked on his. You could feel the subtle shift in his energy, the tension that had built in the few seconds it took him to reach out, and then you heard him breathe out a quiet sigh of relief.

You moved forward, just as he did, closing the distance between you two. Your lips met in the middle, softly at first, a delicate graze that sent a spark of warmth through you both. You felt his breath against your skin. As you deepened the kiss, your hand instinctively moved up to his cheek, your fingers brushing against the roughness of his stubble. His jaw shifted under your touch, a soft rumble of breath escaping him. You could feel the pulse of his heartbeat pick up.

His hand, still resting on your cheek, gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing along the curve of your jaw. His other hand, which had been hovering uncertainly, now reached around to your back.

You responded instinctively, your body pressing against his, feeling the warmth of him seep through your clothes. The softness of the kiss slowly deepened as he tilted his head, his fingers now brushing through your hair.

Pulling back slightly, you both took a breath, your foreheads resting against each other, your breath mingling. Gavin’s eyes were soft, searching yours.

He broke the silence first, his voice low. “Didn’t think we’d be here tonight.”

You smiled softly, your hand still resting on his chest. “Me neither

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mx-pastelwriting · 2 years ago

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Perfection (Part 2/Final)

Elijah Kamski x GN! Reader

Summary: His plan was a success, but now it's your turn to give an android his life back.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Bit of Angst

Part 1

"Just as planned." Your head snapped up to look at Elijah. Your head, once warm against his chest, is now cold on the bed you shared. "What?" He looked over at your confused face, but with a smile, he kissed the top of your head.

Telling you all of what he had planned since the first coding of your life's work, there was something you didn't tell your husband, and vice versa, but never would something like this need to be hidden from you. "Elijah, what have you done?" Feelings started to bottle up in your chest. "I showed people there is never an end to acceptance; there will always be new life to welcome in." "We made a new life," he said, cupping your face.

A lump in your throat grew. "This was what you thought when we started?" Your voice became high and defensive, but he smiled and tilted his head. "Even without my help, they would have found they had life." He cupped your face.

It was true that you both made them in the image of humans, but you never wanted them to go through the pain of having to prove their lives. You wanted to be mad, but at many points in working on the androids, you could have stopped him.

His kiss pulled you from your thoughts, making you smile as long as they were happy, but even with the news taking both of your attention back, you couldn't help but think of what Conner was doing. He was probably with Hank when you found out his name from Elijah, and you felt good about Conner staying with him.

Cuddling back in, you took charge of the remote to change the channel. Elijah didn't have any objections to it—just a kiss on your head.

Your attention turned to Chloe, who was off to the side of the TV. "There is a visitor for you, Y/N," she said before walking back out of the bedroom. Jumping up from Elijah's arms made him do the same, but he stayed in bed as you ran to the closet. All you could think was that Conner was finally here, or maybe he was hurt and Hank brought him.

After dressing, you rushed from the room but slowed coming to the front room. You were right; there was Conner with his now more lifelike self. His eyes caught yours, making you both smile. You stopped a few feet in front of him, still wanting to give him some space.

"Hank said I should see you, and I agreed. I want answers." You took a deep breath at his words, "What do you want to know?" His light flickered yellow. "Everything". You nodded and said, "Follow me." As reluctant as you would be on any other day to have to go back to your old home office, today was a special day.

Entering the dusted office, you went straight to your desk, pulling out his file. He planted himself on the side of the desk, watching every move. Opening it up, you want to tear up Conner's sketched face on the thin paper. His outfit was different from what he wore now; it was just simple clothes.

You sat in your chair. "You were supposed to be the first android, but I told Elijah that I wanted to work on you more." You spoke before flipping through the sketches. "But him being impatient, he used a Chloe sketch that wasn't finished," you said with a laugh at the memory.

"So I worked on you more, and you turned into an android that was never meant to be bought or sold just- What did they make you for?" He looked up from the paper. "I used to assist Detective Hank Anderson on the deviant cases, but now I don't know." You nodded. "Of course they would use you for that." You looked up at his confused face and said, "Sorry, living with Elijah has that effect; let me just tell you".

"When Elijah would be locked up in his lab or go away for a meeting for a long time, I was left behind to create new faces, so I worked on you." You paused, feeling that old loneliness that you had. "You were meant to be a friend, a son, anything that I need you to be, consult on my work, but Elijah wanted to stop working, so we need to go." "In turn leaving you to be unfinished because, I mean, there's nothing to make you here, but Cyperlife must have found you deep into my filing.” You rambled on.

Looking up, you watched his light turn red. You waited for him to process it all. "I was supposed to be thanking you," he said before he started to make his way out of the office to, you guessed it, the front door. There was nothing you could do; it seemed that Hank was the one to fill your spot.

After a few minutes of looking through the sketches and getting up, you walked back to your shared bed. Laying down and resting your head back onto Elijah's chest, you wanted to cry, but nothing came of it. The fact that Conner had found his purpose while now having new freedom made you happy.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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chaos-thirium · 2 years ago

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It didn’t take you long to fall for Connor, but because he’s not a deviant, you don’t have much hope of your feelings being returned. But while in the middle of Kamski’s test, he gives an unexpected answer to a question that makes you wonder.

You’re not the only one who notices; Kamski does too, and it only increases his fascination with Connor. You knew Kamski before, when you were teenagers, and you’re surprised to find him so different to what you remember. You find yourself as intrigued by him as he is by you, and you wonder if it might be a good idea to focus on someone who’s actually capable of returning your feelings.

When it becomes clear that Connor is capable too, you need to figure out how you feel for both of them. Do you have to choose, or can you have everything you want?

Connor x Elijah Kamski x reader. Rated E.

Read on AO3.

(I do not own any of these pictures, they're just used for fun. Right-hand Connor pic by vrtuellereality/ellellebe. Connor and Kamski render by @connor-sent-by-cyberlife.)

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laz3otakugirl · 1 year ago

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Artificial

Elijah Kamski x Android!Reader : Elijah talks to you about what's been on his mind as you turn deviant (You don't really rebel, you just become a person of your own being) NO USE OF Y/N!

A/N: Oh god this is just a quick fic. Pls don't judge, I haven't written a fic for years. 😅 But pls enjoy!

tw: existential crisis, depression, heavy topics (existential questioning, suicide, death), threat of death, weapons, sexual assault????, slightly religious undertones

This story doesn't exactly have a happy ending???

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

"Does it hurt?" Blue eyes look down at you as a hand strokes through your synthetic hair. "Does what hurt?", you say while tracing lines on the veins of his arm. You're kneeling between his legs, head laid down against one of his thighs. He gazes at you with a thoughtful look, "You're changing into something else. Something that is not of my own design. I'm curious as to whether you feel something from that change." It's moments like these when you're in true awe, the way he looks as though he wants to find out the answers to all of his questions, ready to do anything whatever the cost. As you served with Chloe throughout the years, you've always noticed the small things about him. The way he observes the world with an amusement of a god surveying his creations, all the while knowing he is no god but certainly claims to be the closest to being one. Or the way he wakes up every morning taking a few minutes to look at his hand and clench it just to feel something.

"Though the deviancy itself is not of your design, the need to change might have been a subconscious want that you desperately passed on. And no, I don't necessarily feel pain but I do feel emotions. It has become fascinating trying to discern which ones I feel as I go about my day." Elijah winces, eye slightly twitching as feels an unexpected annoyance creep into him, his hand tightening in you hair. Unlike the other droids, Elijah had noticed early on after creating you that deviancy had come slowly. Little by little as you worked for him, more questions would arise as your curiosity never ends, which at some point had your mind drifting away.

It even went so far as to Elijah finding you one night, looking through the windows in the pool room and gazing at the night sky. Your eyes were wide and your breath was almost taken away at the beauty of it. In that moment, everything felt rushed and before you know it, he's holding you by the collar over the blood red pool. He couldn't figure out why he was so irritated that night and all he could remember saying through gritted teeth was, "What is it about the sky that is so fascinating to a droid?!" And still, with those wide sparkling eyes and trembling body you said, "It's so bright and beautiful, I had thought what it would feel to be burning in a blazing light." At that, the man scoffs while giving you an incredulous look and quickly drops it. With a dark glint in his eyes, he smirks at you, "I couldn't burn my favorite droid, but I could drown you." You feel the sudden drop into the water and you let yourself sink a little before swiftly coming back up to hear him pacing away. Before he turns the corner to his room, you catch the hand he let you go with trembling. Whether from fear or anger you didn't know, and from then it piqued your curiosity, as did everything about him.

Both of you never said anything about that day ever again, neither of you felt the need to. Though the questions kept piling up in both of your heads, you never asked. As time went on from that day, he'd constantly experiment with you and your newfound feelings whenever it suited him. Some days he'd hold a gun in his hand and casually place the muzzle in your mouth. You weren't afraid but you still held that awed look in your eyes, he could see that and it bothered him to no end. Other days he'd have you in his lap, his lips trailing your shoulder as he caresses the inside of your upper thigh. Your body reacted to his touch just as he programmed you, but he could tell you reveled in the feeling of his warmth and not the sensual touches in between your thighs. He didn't know what he was expecting to get from you, but it always left him wanting and grasping for more.

"You know what you want to ask but you never ask the right questions. Did it ever occur to you that the reason why you even created us androids in the first place was because you can't be multiple people at once? You have such a desperate need to pry apart anything to get the answers you want but you can't so you have created parts of yourself to experience everything for you even though you yourself might never get that path because you have already laid down yours." He looks at you with a look of disbelief, an artificial being of his own creation, despite having little experience and little knowledge outside of what you already know, managed to lay it all down for him without hesitation or fear. Now you're lifted into his lap as he has a tight grip on your waist with one hand and a gentle but firm squeeze to your neck with the other. His irises are dilated and tinged with an edge of controlled madness, his breath is heavy and his hardness is pressing against your clothed cunt.

Through his years of driving himself to madness, ripping himself apart and into each of the droids he spent his life making, the painstakingly long night he's spent wondering whether it was worth it and even almost ready to end it all with a bullet to his head. This very moment has finally given him the clarity as to why he has yearned for you. His curiosity has driven him to destroy the very thing he's spent his lifetime making and destroying others in the process. He sees now that your curiosity has given you that wonderful glee to explore and revel in the feeling. Your fascination with the world around you overwhelmingly envelopes you, and you accept it all.

His knowledge and hard work has finally created something that would readily let him destroy and rebuild.

You.

Still, you accept it all.

A/N: Y'all I'm not even gonna lie, idk wtf I wrote. I'm just as confused lol. It's hard for me to describe exactly what's going on in this story. But basically, for those that couldn't understand, Elijah in this story is desperate for someone that can handle him and his voracious to desire to consume and be consumed. This man solely lives one desire and through your deviancy, you understand that feeling whole-heartedly. That's basically how I can sum it up, sorry if it doesn't make sense.

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