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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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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months ago

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Watch Me, Touch Me

Summary: In which Elijah talks you through it whilst stumbling over and struggling with the very set of rules he's given to you.

Pairing: softdom!Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: -1.3k

Content Warnings: Pure Smut 18+!, Female Masturbation, Voyeurism, Implied Chastity, Overstimulation, Pet Names, Unprotected P In V, More Funishment Than Actual Punishment

A/N: I'd let this man ruin my life 🫡

Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland

Sugar, I've developed a taste for you now

My arms keep you in the room

Barely let you move

Show me what you do, oh

- Sugar By Sleep Token

“Come on now, please!”, You pleaded under your breath, the air being sucked out of your lungs by gingerly wandering fingertips, “It’s not fair. I’ve been good all week long, please, Elijah!”

Instead of approval, you were answered with a dismissive clicking of a tongue right against your ear: “I know, I know and you’ve really been so good for me but you also know how much I like to watch, no?”

Elijah’s breath against the sensitive skin of your neck coaxed a wayward moan to slip past your slightly trembling lips whilst his slender fingers gently wrapped themselves around your wrist, pushing your hand further down across your stomach.

“So needy, hm? Go on, love, take care of that ache. I allow it.” His saccharine-sweet voice crept into your senses, intoxicating you in the blink of an eye.

“Hmhmm but I want you, Eli, please.” It left your mouth in a murmur, knowing that he wouldn’t just change his mind, not now as you reached between your legs to soothe the pulsing need for attention and caress.

“You want, hm?”, He chuckled softly, lips lapping at your earlobe to pepper the shell of your ear with a wash of quick pecks, “Need I remind you that you are in no position to want anything, dear?”

Your little slip-up was punished immediately by his teeth latching at the skin of your earlobe to bite down harshly, dragging it past his teeth until it slipped from his lips again. Something in between a breathy moan and whine rolled over your tongue in response as you led two fingers to push through soaked folds, allowing them to plunge right into your throbbing, wet cunt. The sensation of your walls stretching around your fingers rippled through your body, leading you to spread your legs further.

“Feels so good, doesn't it?” Elijah commented, his voice rendering raspy as you could practically feel his gaze shifting to watch you pleasuring yourself.

“Uh-Huh.” You mumbled in return, slowly pulling your fingers from your core again to start circling around your swollen clit.

An entire week of abstinence doubled down on your senses in the very second the tip of your index finger drew the first sloppy movements over sensitive and yearning nerve endings. It made your back arch from the mattress with ease as growing waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, leaving you craving for more nudge after nudge.

“Fuck…” You huffed before biting down on your lower lip, wanting and simultaneously not wanting to cum just yet to equal amounts.

You didn't want to push yourself past that threshold already, the way up to it felt simply too good and yet you desperately struggled to not simply let yourself fall right into it. It felt almost pathetic, being needy enough to cum just after a few strokes of your own fingers.

“Hold on…” Eli whispered to you but you couldn't bring yourself to halt in your movements.

“Stop it.” His demand rendered from a soft request into a harsh instruction, making your heart beat pick faster and your stomach flip.

Accompanied by his command, his hand shot back down to your wrist and pulled it back, eliciting a desperate groan from you.

“No, please!” You found yourself pleading with him yet again.

“Incredible.”, Elijah sounded fairly entertained by your desperation, “One week without an orgasm and you turn into a mouthy brat, unable to follow orders.”

“ ‘M sorry…” The flimsy apology rolled over your tongue before you opened your eyes to a half-lidded gaze.

You tried begging unto him with your eyes but sooner than later you realized that it was a losing game today. A pair of glacier blue irises stared right back at you without any compassion, unmoved by your neediness.

“How come I'm not buying that? Are you really because it doesn't sound all that convincing, love.” He cooed to you, the shadows of a smile tugging at his lips whilst he rested your hand right underneath the curve of your breasts.

“You know what I'm thinking? It's okay.”, Elijah pushed himself to lean on his elbows, effectively caging you under him with his forehead resting right against yours, “If you need me so bad to make you cum then that's what I'm going to.”

Your already shallow breaths hitched as you felt Eli nestling between your legs comfortably. In a smooth motion, he pulled his waist back a little just to roll his hips back at you, spearheading right into you until it nearly hurt. The sensation of him filling you up so suddenly made your hands claw at him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders to certainly leave their marks in his soft skin for the next few days.

“So fucking wet and desperate for me to fuck you, hm?”, Eli teased, his lips placing unexpectedly gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth, “Can't even get through a week without my attention, no?”

Your senses scrambled to put words into a reasonable sentence in order to answer to your lover who was filling you up to the brim with every languid thrust of his. In a strangely comfortable way you felt helpless, vulnerable to Elijah rendering you pathetically cock-drunk almost immediately.

“Feels s-so much better than my hand.” You whimpered into his plush lips, your eyes fluttering shut again, lost in waves of bliss ebbing through you that got accompanied by lewd, wet sounds of his cock drilling into you over and over.

The velvety tip of his pulsing, hard cock stroked over that extra sensitive spot inside with ease and more often than not, Elijah left you in awe how he seemed to know your body better than you did. He knew how to shut you up without ever verbally demanding so.

“I know, babe, I know and it's okay. Let go. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” He hummed, his shamelessly direct words nearly enough to send you over the edge in that very instant.

You tried to muffle your increasingly desperate moans and mewls in his neck but it was to no avail as Eli picked up the pace, now fucking into you with reckless abandon, the sound of skin clashing against skin filling the somberly lit bedroom.

“I'm…” You stuttered away but instead of letting you finish your rambling, Elijah pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all the leftover words in a nearly bruising kiss.

He hummed as you groaned into his mouth, your body growing more and more tense before the brutally tight coil in your lower abdomen finally snapped. For a split second you felt like levitating, muscles spasming in waves of numbing pleasure whilst your body writhed underneath Elijah's. In a relentless manner, he fucked you through your orgasm, still not stopping after the high had slowly faded away, turning your cunt hypersensitive to his thrusting.

“Eli, stop. It's too much!” It left your mouth in a sharp whine.

“I don't think so, babe. You were so desperate for me to make you cum and that's exactly what I'm doing now… again and again until I fucked you senseless, love.”

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

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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+)

Coming soon....rewritten as Elijah Kamski x sister!reader

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-!!

Thanks for reading! Have a great day/night!!

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#Elijah kamski #elijah kamski x reader #elijah kamski headcanons #elijah kamski x gn reader #slijah kamski x male reader #elijah kamski x fem reader #kamski x reader #kamski dbh #dbh #detroit become human x reader #fanfiction #dbh fanfiction #elijah kamski fanfiction #prismuffin #detroit become human #gn reader #male reader #fem reader #x gn reader

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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 · 9 months 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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fluffykiddosstuff · 2 years ago

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Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)

Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores

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Markus

- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.

- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight

- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure

- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone

- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.

- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore

- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)

-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all

- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face

- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader

Connor

- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first

- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations

- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel

- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head

- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too

- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face

- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time

- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)

- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept

Ralph

- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about

- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?

- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted

- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird

- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal

- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho

- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited

- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"

- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you

Hank

- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"

- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story

- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job

- he is quite experienced, he was married after all

- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too

- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that

- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)

-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time

Gavin

-wow wow wow wow hold there a second

-what are you asking ?

-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"

-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it

-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth

-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that

-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow

-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky

simon

-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?

-man he is so sweet please just praise him already

-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you

-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time

-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands

-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him

nines

-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him

-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?

-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)

-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)

-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)

-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all

- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files

-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction

-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach

kamski

-FUCKING FINALLY

-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that

-prepared everything in advance

-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while

-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving

-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really

-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face

-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece

-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home

-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months 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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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 1 year ago

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Golden Cage

Summary: Money really does not buy happiness…

Pairing: Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Content Warnings: Emotionally Charged PWP 18+!, Elijah Playing Mind Games, Mentions Of Self-Harm, Mentions Of Alcohol, A Brief Moment Of Crying, A Clearly Toxic Relationship, Choking, Degradation/Praise, Unprotected P In V, Elijah Talking Reader Through It, Breeding Kink, No Aftercare Because…Elijah

A/N: This might just be one of the horniest things I've ever written…

Also, you know me, of course I've put together an Elijah Kamski playlist by now!

Tagging those who might be interested: @spookyorchid @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland @queer-crusader

Half algorithm, half deity

Glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream

Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy

Turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen

- Ascensionism by Sleep Token

Calm, nearly silent breathing was the only minuscule sound that filled the darkness of the bedroom around you. With your eyes forcefully shut, you tried to fall asleep, had been at it for at least the past 30 minutes but your racing mind always flung back to the dull ache emitting from the palm of your right hand. The fresh memories of clasping too tightly around a delicate glass of champagne completely on purpose until it shattered into sharp smithereens circulated in your thoughts, taking lap after lap, whilst you sought to calm the still raging anger in your chest.

Although the worst part of your desperation-fueled tantrum was over, the leftover flickers of outrage still prevailed. By whatever god out there, you were so sick of it. So sick of being stuck in this mansion with the world very much at your fingertips but no way to get out. No way to leave this designer-architected hellhole to lead a normal life and just be one of millions again, no. That train left the station years ago when you had started out as a simple intern at CyberLife and Elijah Kamski, the prodigy high up above, the demi-god of modernization himself took an interest in you and you greedily grabbed the hand of opportunity not only by its pinky. Back then not even the sky seemed to be the limit but now you found yourself trapped between silken duvet covers and marble-tiled rooms.

“Would you listen to me for a moment?” Elijah’s calm tone from behind pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Uh-huh…” It rolled over your tongue in an exhausted murmur.

“Does it hurt badly?” You felt him scooting closer, his tall frame cupping your backside.

“So so…” You huffed, shrugging your tense shoulders.

“Let me see.” Elijah’s fingertips snaked along your waist down to your hips, tracing your elbow from there on upwards until his palm wrapped itself around your wrist.

In a gentle and slow movement, he pulled your hand closer to his face.

“It’ll be okay.” You tried to dismiss it.

“Eventually.”, Elijah agreed right before you felt his plush lips planting soft pecks along your knuckles, “I’m sorry it came to this in the first place.”

"Are you?" You inquired with a carefully aimed edge to your tone.

"Please, don't be like that now. Of course I'm sorry that you're hurt." Elijah groaned quietly, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand.

His slight annoyance gave you a little kick, because it was exactly what you wanted to coax out of him. A reaction, an acknowledgement of your discomfort, your seemingly endless boredom.

"Yet I also wonder why nothing I offer you ever seems to be enough…", Your senses perked up at his words because you knew what was about to happen and you really needed it to, "Haven’t I given you everything, love? Am I not spoiling you rotten?"

Every little bit of his accusations went straight to your head and you let them in, craved for Elijah to get into your mind like that because it brought you a twisted sense of comfort in the way it belittled your needs.

"You do." You agreed, the slowly building blame gradually covering the biting loneliness stinging in your chest.

"So what more do you want?" Elijah hummed against the shell of your ear, lulled you in further with his warm breath breezing along your neck.

"Your attention. You left the company but you still don't seem to be here…with me.", It trickled from your lips in an honest answer, "You're everywhere all the time but not here."

The latter sentence felt like clawing its way out of your lungs, leaving you raw and sore on the inside for letting slip how much you really needed Elijah to throw you but a morsel of his affection every now and then. With that, you sensed your facade slipping away. The anger and pretentious pride had failed to cover up the puddle of hurt you felt yourself being drenched in and for a split second you pondered whether you really crushed that dainty champagne flute to gather his attention or if that had been you, punishing yourself for still craving his attention.

Whilst trying to take a deep breath, you noticed your chest trembling and your bottom lip quivering dangerously. You were unmistakably about to lose it completely but bit down onto your tongue harshly enough to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams.

"Turn around. Can you do that for me?" He withdrew his hand from your wrist to give you enough space to shuffle around underneath the expensive duvet.

In an haphazardly executed attempt to pull back the burning tears gathering at your lower lash line, you slowly turned around to look straight into an unexpectedly calm expression on Elijah’s face.

Calm or indifferent? It crossed your mind but you banished that thought right back to where it emerged from. Instead, your eyes slowly roamed over his features, from his lips that were slightly curled up into a hardly even there smile to his striking blue eyes and eventually up to the vagrant strands of his darkish blonde hair framing and softly falling into his face.

Looking at Elijah like that damn near killed you from the inside out because it reminded you of the version of him you had fallen in love with years ago. The witty and incredibly sharp CEO that worked alongside his developers instead of secluding himself in an ivory tower of vanity. The man that had even conducted the interview for your apprenticeship himself whilst cradling a cardboard cup of coffee in his hands, the fuzzy sleeves of a blue zipper pulled up to his knuckles, his eyes sparkling at you with endless excitement.

Now, barely anything of that warmth was left. With the years it all went down the drain of multimillion dollar deals over hordes and hordes of androids. Sometimes you felt as if Elijah grew a little colder with every android that sold and a part of you had started hating them for seemingly taking him away from you, eating away at his own humanity piece by piece. You couldn't decide whether or not those thoughts and speculations had anything to them, really, yet you couldn’t stop them from crossing your mind every now and then.

"Some days I wake up wishing to be just another android so you'd tend to me, Eli." The words bubbled out of you in an unbridled gush of emotions, just like the first burning tears spilling over your lash line.

"Come on now, that's nonsense. You're irreplaceable and you know that." Elijah’s brows arched up, closely knit together in a borderline scolding expression, disdain over your utterings washing across his face.

"Do I?", You sniffled, his harsh and cold response cutting right through you, "It's getting quite hard to hold on to that, Elijah, when the only thing you get reminded about on the daily is how utterly invisible you are."

"Stop that right there. You're not invisible to me and now you're just throwing around words." Elijah's eyes narrowed down on you in growing irritation.

"Throwing around words, yeah?", His dismissal came like a ladle full of ethanol to the embers of your rage fit, actively making you spew the most hurtful things that were waiting right at the tip of your tongue, "Do you fuck them?"

"Excuse me?" For a split second it seemed as if Elijah’s jaw was about to drop.

"Do you fuck your robots?" You repeated yourself, a surge of pride for having rendered him dumbfounded for the blink of an eye tugging at your lips before the mere thought of it turned you blind with jealousy.

"No." Elijah stated bluntly, his teeth slightly clenching.

"Oh?", You mocked, pushing it further, "How come?"

"Because none of them…", He sneered, his hand darting upward for it to grab you by the throat in a firm grasp, "None of them could ever be as feisty as you are, love."

You heard your breath hitching and felt Eli's thumb brush over your pulse point as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

"Because I can't feel their pulse picking up or see their pupils widening like yours right now, getting so terribly worked up and flustered over being talked to like that, hm?", You were painfully aware how the heat crept into your face with every word of his, "Because my androids don't need to be put in their place because they wouldn't get so catastrophically mouthy and bratty, now would they?"

"No, no.", He answered his own question with a sly smirk playing around his mouth whilst the clasp of his hand grew tighter until he could feel every quickened pump of your heart right underneath his skin, "They follow a script, a code, they are boring…so unlike you."

Elijah leaned in further, eventually closing down on the tiny bit of space left between your bodies, his lips eagerly pressing onto yours for the first time in days. His proximity, the bare presence of him sent your mind reeling, it soothed the boiling anger in your chest but it wasn't enough, not enough in the slightest to still your aching need for his affection.

A slightly pained mewl of yours got muffled by his tongue snaking into your mouth as your hands practically clawed onto his sides, the brutalized one, with its countless thin cuts, flaring up anew.

"Ouw, does that hurt?" He cooed into your mouth, his free hand shooting towards yours resting on his hip and pressing down harder.

"I'm afraid that's what you get for being naughty, acting up like that. Poor little attention whore." The unmistakably derogatory tone in his voice jolted right amidst your thighs, causing you to clench and throb around nothing.

" 'M sorry…" It fell from your lips in a breathless moan, your words sincere.

You truly felt sorry about being so whiny and bitchy when Elijah gave you everything you could possibly dream of.

"Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. Not a single fucking thing. You got that?" You nodded and choked back a whine as Eli latched his teeth at your bottom lip, pulling and dragging your head along until he let it slip again.

"There you go, looks like you can listen after all." To reward your silence, he freed your throat from his tight grasp but only to lean himself on his elbow whilst shoving himself on top of you.

On instinct, you spread your legs for him pathetically fast, calves wrapping around his waist in an instant.

"Good girl.", Elijah hummed against your cheek, nearly coaxing a whimper out of you as his other hand slid between your bodies, slender fingers playing over your trembling stomach and eventually down to align himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding against your already oozing cunt, "I'd never fuck an android and you know why? Because they'd never just get oh so hot and desperately wet like you do, love."

His breathing rendered more labored with every inch of him that spearheaded into you, stretching you out to accommodate him properly. With furrowed brows, you bit down on your bottom lip, hiding your flustered face in his shoulder to shut down every possible sound that might come out of your mouth upon feeling Elijah drilling into you.

"Wouldn't waste a thought on it when I can just be balls deep inside your perfect pussy." His hushed voice intoxicated you as he started rocking his hips into your lap at a reckless pace right away, a heavy moan threatening to erupt from your lungs.

God, you wanted to groan and whine out your hammering arousal so badly but shoved it all back down your throat as hard as you possibly could. It almost felt like a sore, dry lump forming right behind your tongue that you couldn't do anything about but to swallow it over and over again.

"Not even I could build something so magnificent as you are." Eli's hot breath stroke over your jawline and everything in you clung onto these words, although, for the blink of an eye, you found yourself wondering if that was just him getting increasingly drunk on your body with each and every hard roll of his waist, not pulling out fully before hammering into you again.

"Maybe I should just knock you up sometime soon, huh?", In a weak attempt to steady yourself, you clawed at his back, fingernails digging into his skin, "Actually creating a life, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Instead of words, your body delivered the answer to that. To silence everything that was just on the brink of shooting out of your mouth, your body convulsing and shuddering in a quiet orgasm, you bit down on your bottom lip so hard that you were almost sure to draw blood.

"Fuck, pulling me in so desperately." In a frantic rut, the rhythm of his movements gradually faltering, Elijah pressed his lips to yours again with a nearly bruising force.

"Such a good girl, trying to be obedient and quiet for me." He noted you violating your bottom lip whilst shoving himself into your spasming cunt as far as he could one last time before his own climax took over.

You felt it spurt out of him, filling you up that extra notch and it took every last bit of self-control to not just let your head loll back into the satin-covered pillows and whine out at the sensation.

"Fucking hell…that was so overdue, I give you that." With a low groan, Elijah pulled out of you, moving his body to collapse next to yours.

Letting your abused bottom lip finally slip from between your teeth, you felt the emotional whiplash washing right over the blissful release you experienced just moments before.

"Next time just tell me, no need to squash a glass with that pretty hand of yours."

#elijah kamski #dbh elijah kamski #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit: bh #elijah kamski x reader #elijah kamski x fem!reader #elijah kamski smut #neil newbon

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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.

#dbh #detroit become human #elijah kamski #x reader #android

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