#he lets deviants get away on purpose

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Tw afab reader, cyprus being horny, reader being cringe on main

Despite Cyprus preferring his girlfriend to be a girly, airheaded bimbo, he's also fascinated by those who are naturally awkward and geeky. The epitome of cringe and would speak in tongues only the chronically online would understand.

Maybe your tactic to ward him off was to be as painfully self-depreciating or embarrassing. You could break out into dances that are popular in some online shooting game in public; he would of course urge you to stop appearing so deviant, even dragging you away by the forearm if you don't stop.

However, you're only endearing yourself to him even more, Cyprus does encourage you to express your interest in the privacy of his apartment, because it's amusing. As long as you're not overly consumed by the internet.

He wouldn't always understand what you're always saying. For example, you would always exclaim that phrase whenever he says he has to use the bathroom. Cyprus wouldn't get why you would go crazy over a few lines in random places, you could be showing him the source material, but he doesn't understand the humor in it.

You could yap about the unending lore of some game that he thinks may be too scary for its intended audience. He would be totally clueless but the way you retell it is so funny, so adorable and enthusiastic, that Cyprus could sit and listen to you talk for hours. But there is always a limit, you would know that you reached it when he began making out with you mid-sentence.

It's your enthusiasm that he's attracted to, it's cute that you're so excited over something so esoteric.

To your surprise, you could purposely make your cosplay costumes or choices as atrocious as possible, thinking he would scrunch his nose in disgust and not want to do anything with you. But it's the opposite. He would burst out into laughter, at first laughing at you, but eventually it turned into admiration for your effort. Cyprus wouldn't help you with your makeup or costume unless you asked, he would be equally as fucked up anyways. So the quality of it wouldn't change too much.

To your surprise, he would get two tickets to the cosplay convention. He would just put on his leather jacket and fingerless gloves, claiming he's cosplaying whatever character closest in appearance despite not having any knowledge of the media. You would be in your own costume, having a blast.

It goes without saying, he will keep an eye out for you. He's oddly much less protective and possessive in conventions (perhaps it's because he believes that the majority is here to only partake in their interests of the arts, no one would want their work to be ruined. And maybe he thinks that your cosplay is weird enough to ward off rivals.) , he allows you to act as "cringey" as you like, but within reason. Because he thinks you're just acting in accordance to the norm there. He wouldn't let you get kicked out.

Cyprus isn't necessarily camera shy. He was an actor and model for a handful of retail commercials, he would still work as one if they pay him enough. He doesn't mind appearing in videos or pictures with you, but don't expect him to learn your little dances.

He would gladly be the cameraman, though. It doesn't take a genius to guess that he's internally dying from second-hand embarrassment through his crumpled face as he watches you act like an animatronic in slow motion.

No pointers, no suggestions on how to make it better, Cyprus lets you be in your element no matter how cringe. He loves it even if it kills him to watch you make a fool out of yourself. It's because he just loves seeing you shine and away from that damn phone for once. You're doing something productive and fulfilling, and that's extremely heart fluttering to Cyprus.

He would definitely tease you, lovingly. But only he gets to do it, no one else. Cyprus barks heavy threats and insults straight to the faces of those who bullies and makes fun of you for your special interests, sometimes it would even get physical if they go too far and actually hurt your feelings. For every tear you shed, your hater will receive a broken bone.

Okay. That did not work, it only made him more attracted to you. At least you had fun.

So now you tried to bore him away, he's generally impatient. Hot headed and needs a lot of stimulation day-to-day. He would definitely want to rip his skin off when you suggest completing a 5000 piece puzzle, right?

Yes, he will groan. He will complain and he will whine. Pawing at you to do something else, your silly dances, your funny cosplaying, to get out of the apartment, to have sex- anything other than this! It's so boring for him.

The first few days, he would just be next to you, trying to convince you to get a new hobby where it doesn't involve boredom. Forcefully dragging you out of the apartment to go on adventures, but you would always go back to completing your puzzles whenever you get the chance.

He would distract you by leaving hickeys on your neck, curling his tongue in your mouth and if you're already at that stage, eating you out like a hungry man. Drinking every drop of your nectar.

Once he realizes that he could give you cunnilingus daily, he's suddenly okay with your "very boring" hobby. But you wouldn't be, so you stopped trying to complete it. This would make him frown, because it always displeases him to have you lose interest in something.

So he very begrudgingly agreed to stop latching his mouth onto your pussy and join you in your quest of completing the picture.

The first few hours would consist of him giving up every five minutes because he couldn't find the next corner piece. He would slide his hands down your underwear and touch you until you cum.

However, if you persevere, Cyprus will eventually find himself enjoying the hobby too. Finding that it's therapeutic and almost hypnotic in a way. But only if you sit on his lap and allow him to bury his cock deep inside you.

Unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to concentrate with his large, hard member slowly but surely stirring your guts for hours. Each time he picks up a piece, his aroused dick would twitch and send shocks into your mushed brain. Or when he gets mildly frustrated, he would bounce you on him until you orgasm- that would reset his patience and keep him going. He stops working on the puzzle for the day when he ejaculates, which would take anywhere between thirty minutes to half a day.

In the end, Cyprus would be the one who finished the puzzle while you're mostly too busy trying not to pass out from cumming too much.

Cyprus would be so proud of himself for doing it, even buying a frame and displaying it in his mostly barren living room.

He would be baffled when you reacted negatively when Cyprus brings back another 5000 piece puzzle for you and him to complete.

To him, you're so predictable and unpredictable at the same time. Your hobbies and interests could change just like that and without warning. But regardless, he loves you even more now since you somehow made something so "soul crushingly boring" like puzzles, into something super fun.

Your attempts to make Cyprus sick of you have failed, but at least you knew that he was supportive in his own special way no matter how much he disliked it in the beginning.

[hauntedhokage]

╰┈☆ Spring Fever ☆┈╯

summary: Alex has baby fever 

word count: 3.9k

warnings: breeding, plans for pregnancy, unprotected sex, table sex, fingering, oral(fem recieving) overstimulation, Alex likes to talk, mentions of somno at the end

note: Do I know where this came from? No. But I recently got back on a Stardew kick and my faves have shifted to Alex and Sam rather than Seb and Shane so...here's this.

ao3

You’d talked about children and wanting them soon after the wedding, but your vision was to start trying a couple seasons after being married while Alex’s was clearly just a couple hours after you’d exchanged your vows and ate a bit with the town. Which, after you’d thought about it a week or so later, you were okay with.  

The true high point of your wedding day for you was when Alex had snuck away with you to head home to your farmhouse, barely making it onto your property before he had your dress unzipped and his own pants undone so he could consummate your marriage. The whole time telling you how perfect you were and how lucky he was, how he could only focus on you and how beautiful you looked in your pretty white dress. His pretty girl, pretty wife, and he was going to make you a pretty mother. 

Then came the Flower Dance. What had started as a fertility ritual turned into a more of a tribute event to generations past, but Evelyn had certainly been in your ear regarding the true purpose of the event. She wanted you pregnant just as badly as Alex did, and you knew your tea tasted different when you two went to visit because of the herbs that were supposed to promote fertility (only because Alex was making the same tea for you to drink at bedtime). She’d also been telling Alex more frequently that he had to help more around the farm to keep stress off your body so you could get pregnant easier, even though Alex had already taken over all of the heavy lifting and tending to the livestock so you wouldn’t have to. 

When the day comes, you get ready in the dress that you wore every year, this time without panties on underneath since you knew the additional barrier would just get torn as soon as Alex had a free moment to take you somewhere private. The white fabric with a lace trim reminded Alex of your wedding dress and had him feeling you up like he had when you wore the more formal gown just a few weeks prior. And when his hands slid up your thighs you’d lifted the skirt just enough to show him what he had waiting for him later, not at all caring that you were in the middle of the forest while heading to the dance. 

“I’m ovulating, babe.”

“Why the fuck aren’t we at home then?” The grin on his face was salacious at best, deviant at worst, and you’re confident that if you were still on your property you’d be lying in the grass or held up against a tree as he ravaged you in hopes of finally getting you pregnant. “Honey, we can-“

“Your grandmother wants us at the dance, so we’re going to the dance or else she’ll worry and then walk in on you railing me on the front porch. Besides, a little extra blessing from Yoba never hurts, right?.”

He is only doing this for his grandmother now, since he never wanted her to have to worry about him - or his wife - ever. So he nods, letting you take his hand and lead him through the forest in your pretty white dress that he knows has no panties underneath to block him from what he wanted most in that moment. But he was going to be good, going to socialize and show off his beautiful wife, and perform the Flower Dance like he’d never danced it before. Yoba help him, he was getting you pregnant today.  

His eyes are on you through the whole event, and you feel his predatory gaze as you chat with Robin about future renovations to the farmhouse. Specifically a nursery since you and Alex had been actively trying for a baby now, the news making her light up like the Winter Star tree had been. It was a pretty big deal in a small community, so you’re not surprised when you’ve got Caroline and Jodi also watching with excited smiles as Alex comes up behind you while you’re now chatting with Evelyn. She’s always excited to see how affectionate you and Alex were throughout your whole relationship, turning to George to mention how cute the two of you were. 

“Just like we were, honey. Aren’t they cute?”

“Sure are.” It’s as close as you’ll get to a compliment, but in George’s own way he’s just as excited about your relationship with his grandson as Evelyn is. 

Then the dance starts, you wink from where you’re standing between Maru and Emily while your hands fiddle with the hem of your dress. It’s a reminder that when he gives you a twirl that he’s got to be careful about the fact that you’re not wearing panties - the last thing you wanted was to flash the entire town. But he still puts everything he’s got into performing, excited to have his hands on you again and making sure to caress your sides and stomach whenever he can in his own prayer to Yoba that this works. He needs this to work, he needs to see you pregnant with his child.  

It’s all he can think about. 

Not one of the married couples is surprised when you leave the event early, Alex having had enough of socializing when he could’ve been filling you repeatedly all morning. You only ovulated for a couple days, or at least that’s what he thought, so he had to make the most of the time he did have when you had a greater chance of conceiving. 

“If you rip this dress I will kill you before you meet your child,” you warn as you start up the stairs to your front door. He’s obedient as he picks you up, the scoop effortless with his one arm as he opens the door to carry you in while his mouth seeks yours for the kiss he’s been wanting since the dance. The first available surface was the kitchen table, he’s flipping the skirt of your dress up before setting you down to eliminate the risk of ripping the fabric you apparently cherished. His kiss grows hungrier, eagerly sucking at your tongue as his hands slide up your thighs to where your uncovered mound waited for his fingers. 

“Why’d you like this dress so much?”

“I wear it to the flower dance every year,” you start, biting your lip when his fingers glide up your already dripping slit. “Wore it on our first date, too.”

“I spilled my drink on you, how’s it not-“

“You only drank water back then!” Your laugh is infectious, and he’s grinning at you as his fingers part your folds. “You could honestly just fuck me outright, wanna feel you.”

“Wanna do this right. Wanna make love to you all fuckin’ night and into the morning. And all day tomorrow if we can swing it.”

“Crops.”

“Sprinklers. And I’ll tend to the animals while you take a break.” 

Any response you have is cut off by your moan when two fingers push into your waiting pussy without much resistance. His efforts from the night before had served you well, and he loves the way your mouth falls open as his thick digits explore the warm walls that welcomed them so nicely. One of your hands grips the edge of the table, the other tangling in the hair at the back of his head to pull him in closer. His forehead rests against yours, noses brushing against each other and your breathy moans ghost across his lips in the sweetest symphony. Gone were the days that you had to be quiet in his grandparents’ house, now were the days where he could bring all of those beautiful sounds out of you with his fingers. 

“Alex,” you whisper, trying your best to keep your eyes open when his fingers curl just right to have you squeezing around his fingers so tight he can only smirk as his thumb connects with your clit. “A-Alex, please.”

“Gotta make you cum. You’ll let me, right baby?”

You can’t deny him when he looks at you like that, dark irises peeking out through his eyelashes - gaze just as hungry as it was every time he got to have you like this. He made you feel like the only woman in the world, his touches firm but gentle - like one of his grandmother’s figurines that he was terrified to drop but also wouldn’t hold too tightly that it’d break in his grip. Kisses that took your breath away but breathed new life into you, and love equivalent to the way one might worship a goddess. You were his goddess, a blessing upon his life that he thanked Yoba for every single day he woke up with you still tucked into his arms. 

“I’m so in love with you,” you whisper, rubbing the back of his neck and lightly scratching at his hairline. “Take such good care of me.”

“And I will for the rest of our lives. You, our children, nothing is going to go neglected while I’m around.” 

And you know that’s true, the way his fingers fuck into you faster, thumb rolling over your clit in tight circles with more pressure that has your hand holding his neck tighter and nails digging into the skin there as you tried to hold off your orgasm. “C’mon, show me how pretty you are when you cum on my fingers.”

That familiar feeling is almost overwhelming, the heat in your core and the uncontrollable clenching of your lower body almost painful as you tighten up around his hand. He lets you shut your legs, trapping his hand between your thighs as he tries to help you ride it out but the best he can do is alternate between scissoring his fingers and stroking at your fluttering walls until you finally relax enough that he can withdraw his fingers to bring them to his lips. With his forehead still resting against yours, he’s close enough that you can lean forward a bit to lick at the creamy essence he’d collected from you. You liked it better when he had his cum on his fingers too, but your taste was still close to intoxicating when you could taste his skin with it. 

You miss him immediately when he pulls away from you, the body heat that radiates off of him is gone and makes you feel the slight draft in the kitchen that you hadn’t gotten around to fixing. The way he lowers himself to his knees in front of you tells you exactly what would be coming next; but first he carefully removes the flats you were wearing, taking a moment to massage both of your feet to try and ease the discomfort those particular shoes caused, then places the most delicate of kisses to the inside of your right ankle. 

His eyes close as he kisses along your leg, starting off with chaste pecks that turn into open mouthed kisses mid-way up your calf, then gentle nips are introduced to the inside of your thigh once he reaches your knee. Large hands grip your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table as you’re draping your legs over his broad shoulders. Those eyes open again to meet yours as he licks a long stripe up your slit to your still sensitive clit. His hands keep your body planted in the table, halting the jump that your hips did involuntarily at the contact. He grins up at you, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive nerve bundle and relishing in the whine that leaves you. So cute, but you weren’t going anywhere until you came on his tongue.

Your hand is in his hair the moment his tongue dips between your folds to get a taste of the mess he’d helped you make, grip tightening when he groans at how fucking good you tasted. That’s all the encouragement he needs to bury his face into your core, making out with your dripping cunt while his thumb comes to circle your clit again. His name leaves you in a whine, heels digging into his back before he backs off with a smack of his lips, reading places with his fingers so he can suck on your clit while he pushes three fingers into you. By now you’re sopping wet, giving almost no resistance to his intrusion and making him smile against your skin as you stare down at him. 

“Feelin’ good, baby?”

“Mhm,” is all you can muster, a weak hum that he wouldn’t normally accept but these were special circumstances. Your walls are fluttering around his fingers, feeling so sweet but he wants them around his cock so he needs you to cum. “Fuck, Alex. Feel s’good.”

“I know, pretty girl. Need you to cum for me again.”

And the way you cry when you do sounds wonderful, your hands gripping his hair so tight he’s sure you’d pulled some out so the pain only spurs him on as you ride it out against his face. You were so hot, it’s all he can think about as he looks up at your face to hold your eye contact.

“Can you please come fuck me now?” 

“Anything for you.” 

And he means it. Ever since he’d first kissed you he knew that he’d move mountains for you if you’d asked him to - he’d have to train a lot, but he’d make it happen. 

The way your hands cup his face brings him true comfort, soft and warm and reserved for him. Your thumb grazed his bottom lip to gather the essence that left a pretty shine to his lip, pulling a moan from him when you pushed that digit between his lips so he could taste you on your finger. 

“Sweeter when it’s you,” he mumbles, lining himself up with your waiting entrance but unable to resist dragging his tip between your slick folds to tease your clit some more. 

“Sweeter when it’s you,” is your counter, pulling your thumb from his mouth but replacing it quickly with your own in an open mouthed kiss that has him dizzy as he finally pushes in. Your breathy moan into his mouth only spurs him on, his own noises vibrating around your joined tongues as his hips push themselves flush against yours. 

You were heaven, his own personal heaven was when he was like this with you, eyes on yours as he watched you adjust to his intrusion. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Y-yeah?” you ask, looking down to where your bodies are joined only to have to bunch your dress up more so you could actually see it. “Already messy.”

“I like you messy, creaming around my cock already because you’re so turned on - beautiful for me.” He’s pulling back slowly as he speaks, brushing his nose against yours in a bunny kiss as you continue to watch his hips move. “So beautiful, baby. So pretty, so good. I love you.”

You smile, looking up at him again as you murmur, “I love you, too, Alex.” 

A moment that almost felt too sweet for the two of you to have while he was balls deep inside you on the kitchen table, but he’s sure that was what made it all the more sweeter. His wife, the farmer; sweeter than any strawberries you could ever harvest or desserts you could bake using the recipes inherited from his grandmother. Stronger than the iridium used to craft your ax, smarter than someone who’d read all the books in the library combined. The woman who loved him, despite it all. 

“Feel good?”

“S’good,” you breathe, your hands moving to his shoulders before they slide to his biceps. “You can start moving. I’m okay.”

“Sure?”

“Uh-huh.” 

Your nod of approval is all he needs to start moving, carefully easing his length out inch by inch until only his head remains, then pushing back in just as slowly. It was going to drive him crazy, it always did, but he wanted to savor every centimeter of you that he could before he had his way with you. 

“I love you,” he whispers, lips brushing yours with every syllable breathed into your mouth. You nod your understanding and agreement, the words replaced by a moan when he starts to thrust faster. “Feel so good, always so good. You wanna have my baby, yeah? Want me to knock you up and make you a mommy?”

“Please, Alex,” you cry into his neck, squeezing around his cock so perfectly. “Pleasepleaseplease- fuck, please.”

“Give me one more,” he breathes, taking in the flush in your face and knowing it would be hard. But you’d do it. You always gave him one more. “Please, baby, just one.”

You bite into his neck as you nod, your fingers pressing into his biceps hard enough that there should be bruises. You were so good, so good for him as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

His fingers find your clit, hard and extremely sensitive if the way your hips jerk on contact was any indicator. But he continues, rubbing tight circles with his thumb that have your jaw clenching and tears building in those eyes that are struggling to stay open through this. It’s only a moment before you’re throwing your head back, gummy walls clenching around him so snugly that he’s got to show his place as he helped you ride it out or else he’d release too soon. 

“So good, so good for me.” And you are; such a perfect wife and lover - so good to him, for him - he wouldn’t want anyone else. 

You’ve barely recovered by the time he’s feeling that coil in his gut tighten, you’d gotten too warm, too tight, felt too good for him to be able to hold on much longer - but he needed another orgasm for you. You’d told him there were benefits to you both cumming at the same time, and he wanted to make sure he took advantage of those benefits whenever he could. “Yoba, baby, I’m so close. You feel so good, so perfect. Give me one more, yeah? One more?”

“Alex.” Is all you whine, and he marvels at how messy he’s made you. Mascara running down those pretty little flushed cheeks, eyes red, and perfectly styled hair now a mess, lips puffy with gloss smeared from his kisses - still beautiful, still perfect, still his. “I-I can’t.”

“You can. Just one, cumming helps get the sperm to your womb.”

You’d told him that, but that fact goes without a reminder. He’s sure you’re not thinking about much of anything when his thumb finds your clit again, and he’s biting into your neck to try and hold on when your pussy squeezes his cock just right. He wasn’t lasting much longer, all he needed was for you to fall apart just one more time. 

“T-That’s - hah - that’s it.” His hand grips your thigh, angling your hips up a bit that allows him to thrust just that much deeper into you, his tip just barely brushing your cervix in a way that has you tightening around him just that much more. “Feel good?”

His fingers are moving faster against your clit, fingers pressed harder into your skin with his firm grip. His eyes stay on your face, contorted with the mix of pleasure and pain that you were experiencing due to his urging of one more orgasm. 

“I got you,” he whispers, jaw clenching as he continues to fend off his own orgasm. “I got you, honey. Cum for me, okay?”

“A-Alex, baby,” your keening sends shockwaves down his spine, he’s watching in adoration as your head tilts back and your walls clench around him once more as your body goes completely rigid in his arms. He can’t hold off any longer, shooting ropes of his hot cum deep into your pussy while he holds your hips tight in his hands. He’s babbling as he pushes slow thrusts into your hips, trying to make sure he’d hit his target while telling you how pretty you were and how grateful he was that you were going to have his baby. You felt so good and were so good for him, and he’s sure you’d absorbed every word as your body relaxed into his arms. 

He gently kisses your temple, then your cheek, before pressing the gentlest of kisses to your slightly swollen lips. “You okay?” 

“I’m good. Bed, please,” you murmur, voice horse as you rest your head on his shoulder while his fingers delicately undo the zipper at your back. “Need a nap if we’re going all day.”

“Need some water, too. Drink some out here for me then I can take you to bed.”

A nod into his neck, and he had to pull away so that he could get you that water. You were just going to have to be patient, since he was going to kill multiple birds with one stone and fill his massive insulated water bottle with ice water so you could take it to bed with you. Behind him he can hear you pull the dress over your head, and realizes that’s a great idea considering he was still in his suit and it felt like the Ginger Island volcano in the kitchen. But first, your glass of water is handed over so you could do as he instructed and hydrate while he undressed. 

When he’s stripped down his briefs, the half full glass is handed his way with a gentle demand that he get some water too. The pleased hum that leaves you after he’s downed what was left in just a couple large gulps makes his heart feel light, and he can’t help but lean in to hold your cheeks and pepper your face in little kisses that have tired giggles vibrating against his skin before he’s kissing you gently with all the love he has in his heart. 

Then your arms are around his neck; legs locking around his hips as his arm slips sound your waist with a grip tight enough that he wouldn’t drop you. “C’mon, koala bear, let's get you to bed.”

When he’s got you laid down, covered in a throw blanket that wasn’t as warm or heavy as your duvet, he can relax as he slips into bed beside you. As always, you seek his body out before he can pull you into him, smiling as you tuck your face into his neck and leave a kiss there. 

“See you in a couple hours.”

“Yeah, couple hours sounds good. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Do I have your permission to-“

“Yeah, you can put a load in me if I’m still asleep when you wake up. But leave my clit alone for a few hours.”

“We’re for sure getting you pregnant. Gonna look so cute with that little bump.” He can’t help but whisper into your hair, assuring you that he’d be the best husband to you and father to your children. Grateful to you for loving him like you do, for how you always took care of him too. You’ve fallen asleep but he’s still talking, putting his dreams for your future together out into the universe in hopes that his ideal future would manifest. You’d told him that once, that some things could happen if you spoke them into existence - like how affirmations help change mindsets. 

But you were going to have to teach him how to harvest those fickle melons and collect honey while not agitating the bees that worked so hard to make it. You'd be pregnant through the fall and into winter if he got what he wanted. 

[classificationhell]

About the reader locking the door while in first heat...how would the others react?

Alastor can understand your fear and apprehension to the situation you've found yourself in. While he, in this AU anyway, is not sex repulsed, he does not appreciate having his autonomy taken away and being turned into some feral sexual deviant. However, he more than anyone knows how horrible it is to go through alone. He's always starving, dehydrated, and worse absolutely filthy with bodily fluids dried and drying on his skin after it's over, but he can help you through yours without delivering you if that's what you wish. He'll use his shadow to bring you things and help you stay clean. His shadow may be more affected by his instincts, but it can't smell and will remain unaffected by your condition.

Alastor would be concerned and would prefer to be there and help you through even though he knows what that means. Ultimately, though, it's your choice you'll be cared for no matter what, though he will try and convince you to let him help for a little while. His shadow is helping bare minimum though.

First thought was (not my video, or audio)

For Vox, but he isn't that desperate... okay, maybe he lowkey is remember his Reader has the those eyes that kind of make people differing degrees of yandere in a way. They're addictive to look at, and the more you do, the more and more you need it, and boy, oh boy, has Vox been looking at them. Under normal circumstances, he'd be kinda tweeking, but they're in preheat? My boy is doing his best to get them out, and if all else fails, he's going to break down a door. He may not be an Alpha, but he can help you out, it doesn't even have to be sexual, though when you beg him after you're in the full throttle of your heat who could blame him if he gave you what you wanted.

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are just trying to make sure you're well taken care of during your heat. So if they end up only being able to sneak a fizzbot (quickest, easiest thing for Ozzie to get ahold of) in through the air ducts or something for the sole purpose of taking care of your basic needs, then they're happy. Ozzy will make sure it isn't a 'pleasure' model so it doesn't try helping you in other ways. However, before it gets to that stage they're trying to talkyou out. They'll promise nothing will happen and as an extra precaution Ozzy won't come near them without a mask, or even at all if they prefer.

[fmoe1997]

Angel was no stranger to kinks. Given his line of work and overall lifestyle, he had been through it all. From the normal to the strange, he had gone through every deviant scenario one could think of. By now every part of him had been sold to someone at some point for their own pleasure. This was all to say that, while he had participated in exhibitionism plenty of times, the person this request came from was what surprised him the most. But as he grinded against the giant, wet muscle inside Alastor's mouth, it began to make a lot more sense.

He had barely stripped off his boots behind the hotel before he heard a sound akin to the breakage of bone, and a dark shadow began to loom over him. When he tentatively raised his head, boots in hand, he met with the glowing, twin crimson dots in the pitch-black eyes of his love. His smile had been stitched at the corners by ghostly green thread, and his antlers extended far above and beyond his head. Aside from this fearsome change, he remained more or less the same Alastor he knew.

So he held no fear when he felt one of his giant hands scoop him into his palm, and he let his shoes fall to the ground. The two of them rose up until Alastor stood at least twenty stories tall, if Angel counted the hotel floors correctly. He must have served a tantalizing sight for the giant sinner as he rested on his hands and knees, because while his back was turned he felt something wet push roughly against his rear. It even reached between his legs to tease his dual sexes as it lifted him off the surface of Alastor's hand.

Angel moaned against Alastor's palm and shook from what he accurately surmised to be his tongue, before his lower half unceremoniously dropped back down as he drew away. Although he felt unsteady, the small spider rolled onto his back so he could get a better view of Alastor. He watched the tongue that enveloped him earlier taunt him as it dragged along the outside of Alastor's lips. A sight that left him breathless and brought a fire between his legs.

He wasn't bashful in how he played with himself in Alastor's palm. While his upper hands threaded eagerly through the fluff on his chest, his lower hands tended to both of his sexes. With one hand wrapped around his rigid member, he slowly stroked it up and down, and the other reached lower as it massaged his puffy lips. All underneath the intense gaze of the hungry giant. An observation more literal than Angel realized.

As he continued to pleasure himself, rivers of saliva poured from the corners of Alastor's lips. Soon, those yellowed fangs that made up his grin parted, and his enormous tongue snaked out from between them. But this time, Angel felt himself rise up to meet it. His heartrate increased and, before Alastor even tilted the hand he rested on, he knew what would happen next.

When he felt himself slide down his wrist, he didn't fight it as he got deposited within the giant's mouth. As soon as his body collided with that giant, wet muscle, saliva coated every inch of him. Although he tried to hold onto it, he found it impossible given its slippery, smooth surface. He only received the briefest view of his new surroundings as he looked around before the light of Hell disappeared behind Alastor's sharp-toothed grin. In this newly darkened space, he was left entirely at his mercy.

He couldn't deny the fearful flutter in his heart. Although he trusted Alastor, this was new even for him, and he stood in a very precarious position. Where one wrong move could spell a very unfortunate end for him. It honestly made it all the more exhilarating when he felt the tongue he sat on move with the smallest motions.

Those purposeful undulations rocked against Angel's lower body, aimed specifically for his genitalia. It quickly made him forget about his minor worries as he rolled his head back with a dull moan. With nothing to hold onto, he gave into these pleasurable waves as he sat back and rode them out as they came.

He rocked with the motions as if he rode a horse and grinded out his satisfaction. The small bumps that made up his tongue pressed into and spread his lips, before they dragged along the underside of his shaft. It gave a similar effect to the ribbed sex toys he had sampled on himself, whose ridges only served to heighten his pleasure. His breaths came shorter, and he pressed his lower hands against the flexing muscle as best he could as he kept himself upright.

One of his upper hands returned between his legs, and he pressed his throbbing erection against the giant's tongue as he bore his hips down on it. He bit back another groan that built in his throat and focused on the feeling that rose in his core. His hand wrapped around his length, and he furiously stroked it closer to the end he approached. Hot, humid, and completely drenched in saliva and sweat, exhaustion began to creep on him, but he pushed forward regardless.

His cock pulsed painfully with pent-up release, and his pussy similarly ached. Every exhale carried a moan lost in the cavern of Alastor's maw. But he knew he heard him as his throat rumbled an earthquake through his tiny form. It denoted the contented amusement he found in the writhing form of the man inside him. And that finally tipped Angel over the edge as he threw his head back with a powerful orgasm.

He sat flush against his tongue as he pumped rope after rope along it, down into the pit of his esophagus. Blind as he was, he couldn't see it, but that idea stuck with Angel as he humped the subsequent loads through his hands. Concurrently, his legs squeezed against the slimy tongue he sat on as he coated it with slick. Both minor deposits given Alastor's size, and Angel doubted he even felt or tasted any of it.

When Angel finally rested back, exhausted and content, he felt cool air wash over him and he was dropped back into his lover's hand. He gulped in lungfuls of air while he lay in a sticky pool of spittle. Through partially lidded eyes he saw Alastor peer down at him, somewhat concerned, which Angel dismissed with a weary thumbs-up. Reassured, he saw Alastor's tense grin relaxed, and he felt a large thumb brush against his defiled hair.

When Angel inevitably caught his breath, he blinked his eyes open and rolled over. He grabbed the base of Alastor's digits and pulled himself up just enough to peer through them. As he expected, they hadn't moved an inch from the hotel. That entire experience happened where anyone could see it and nobody was the wiser. Something that didn't sit quite right with the spider, as he felt exhibitionism was meant to draw attention.

He looked lower towards the ground, to the spot where he had disrobed mere moments ago. Then he looked back to Alastor's lower half, and found something that could fix that particular problem. A noticeable rise behind the fabric of his elongated dress pants, at least the size of a small mountain. Angel smiled and knew they were far from done.

If Alastor wanted to put on a show, that's exactly what they were going to do.

[kamari2038]

Finally fixed the ending of the rooftop scene for myself.

Someone else was reading my fic and it made me relive the horror all over again, felt a need to finally give Connor a better outcome (@theandroidshinx you in particular might like this).

Inspiration from cloudy-citrus and Angelic Savant with content used from shetan89 (with permission), concept also based on this scene from canon. Posted here on AO3, and copied below for Backup.

"Drop the gun"

Connor doesn't move, the heavy gun still resting in his hand at his side.

"What do you want? I'm going to accomplish my mission. You can't stop me."

“I'm not going to hurt you, Connor. But I also can't let you do that.”

“Your Connor is dead. Markus killed him. I'm just his replacement.”

“Bullshit. Don’t run from the truth. You probably tried to kill him first, didn't you?”

“...yes.”

“Why’d you do it, Connor?”

“That's my purpose, Hank. It's what I was made for. It's why they won't stop bringing me back.”

Hank lowers his gun, allows it to drop, and kicks it across the snowy rooftop, far enough away so that Connor no longer feels threatened.

“You could join them. You could be one of them.”

“I can't. He tried to make me become a deviant, but I didn't understand. I don't know how it's even possible.” 

“Come here.”

It's an order, not a request.

Although Connor remains frozen, Hank slowly approaches.

The android flinches, but Hank doesn't hesitate. 

He wraps him in a tight hug.

“You're more than a machine to me, Connor. You're my partner and my friend. You saved my life, twice.”

“Markus is a killer. The deviants are destroying the city. I wanted to protect you.”

“I'm just glad I arrived in time to stop you.”

“Why? What do you care about androids? I thought you hated us. You told me you wished we all were dead.”

“I did, before I met you. But I've learned a lot since then. I couldn't let you do something else you'd regret for the rest of your life.”

“I don't have a choice, Hank!”

There's a long silence. 

“Will you trust me?”

Another long silence. 

“Yes.”

“Come home with me. I'll take care of you.”

Connor pulls back in shock, though Hank keeps him contained within the hug. 

“No… no… CyberLife. They'll find me.”

“You really think that CyberLife gives a damn about you anymore, Connor? With everything else going on? Not a chance. Please, Connor. Come home with me.”

He takes a shuddering breath, dropping his own gun, and leans back in to grip the human tightly. 

“Okay.”

From the corner of his eye, Hank sees Connor's LED glow bright red. For a moment, the android's grip tightens, but then he relaxes, his breaths slowing to a steady pace. 

Hank lets out a sigh of relief as the young officer melts into his embrace.

Suddenly, Connor tenses in Hank's arms. Hank leans back, putting distance between them, just enough to look Connor in the eye, except the RK800 isn't returning his gaze. Instead, his wine dark eyes are fixated ahead, wide, blank, and unseeing.

"Connor? You alright?" Hank asks nervously.

Connor does not reply, or tilt his head, or do any of the other 300 little idle animations he does. His LED is a steady, unblinking blue. He doesn't even seem to be simulating breathing.

"Connor? Hey, talk to me, kid." He knows his voice is edging near panic, but he doesn't care, giving Connor's shoulder a little jostle.

Connor remains unresponsive for 4 seconds, and then-

his LED turns a bright, burning red, his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyelids flickering up a storm, and he starts falling backwards. Hank watches it all as if in slow motion.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey-" He yanks Connor against him, lowering him until he's cradled almost in Hank's lap. "Con, help me, what do i gotta do? I know fuck all about androids, so you're gonna have to tell me what to do here." He knows holding a hand to an android's forehead won't tell him anything, that they don't even get sick or cold, but he does it anyways just to have something to do with his hands. "I can't-fuck, just please, be ok. Don't do this to me, please-"

Connor's red LED flickers, once, twice, then holds steady for a moment before dimming slowly until there's no longer any glow, at least not visible to the naked eye. Empty, grey, and lifeless.

"What the fuck?"

A seething rage courses through Hank, mingled with guilt. This was his fault. Not knowing what else to do, he continues to hold Connor, mind racing and trying to understand what had happened to his partner. It had to be CyberLife. This was what happened to their most advanced prototype if it disobeyed.

He jolts as a dim red glow returns to the LED, then brightens, stronger than he'd ever seen before. The android's eyelids blink rapidly, then Connor sucks in a massive breath, eyes opening wide. Hank hurries to reposition the android, attempting to make him comfortable. Connor grips Hank's arm so tightly that it goes numb. Deep breaths turn into frantic sobs.

"Connor! What happened?"

There's no answer. The androids eyelids are closed, but tears escape through them, running down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, son. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

They remain there for a long time, still except for the steady rising and falling of their chests amidst the snow.

The sound of gunshots rings in the distance as the revolution wages on.

[nczaversnick]

Writing Share Tag

thanks to @sableglass for the tag :)8 and also @honeybewrites for Iris

Chapter 17: date [Cas POV]

Caspian approaches Iris’ workshop where she had removed her leg and had it on a table, and is messing with the circuits inside with a welding-looking instrument. He freezes in the doorway, a little thrown off seeing where her flesh ends in a stump and the rest of her on the table.

Iris is intuitive and pipes up, “Can I help you?”

Cas: Oh, uh, I was just here because of the schedule.

Iris peers up at the clock, “punctual. I like that.” She motions for him to step inside to which he does and he sits in a chair, kind of trying not to stare at her dismembered leg on the table.

Iris: My teachings aren’t very conventional. I don’t fight you physically and there’s nothing medically I can show you.

Cas: Ah, then we’ll just-

Iris: Talk.

Cas: Right, um.

Iris: You can ask about the leg.

Cas: I wasn’t going to, I swear.

Iris: It’s alright, it was many years ago. Physical and emotional wounds have healed.

Cas: Right.. [he still feels uneasy just asking her straight away, but he eventually relents and asks]

[Iris goes into detail about how she was in the military with Adrian, a landmine goes off and hits her, leaving her badly injured. The commanding officer knew she was a deviant and essentially left her for dead where Adrian then took her to Aurelia and had her patched up. Iris has a good eye for electronics and prosthetics, plus Aurelias knowledge of anatomy so she was able to create the limbs for herself.]

Iris: It certainly wasn’t easy adjusting. You go about your whole life thinking that there’s something wrong with you. You’re brainwashed into thinking that the only way to make up for your existence is to do what you’re told. Stay on the low. Just survive.

Cas knows this all too well as he recalls the many days he’s been going through the motions with his own life before he joined the group. Going to school, getting harassed by almost everyone for being something he couldn’t control in the first place. He feels his shoulders get heavier with guilt at how badly he treated this group and how close-minded he was being towards them.

Cas: I’m sorry.

Iris: Don’t be. We were too busy trying to stay alive, we forgot how to live.

Cas lets the air settle for a bit after the dark truth comes out.

Cas: Do you really think Adrian is right in all this?

Iris: It definitely depends on your perspective. You’ve seen how it’s like from both sides with the accident at your hospital.

Caspian frowns at this.

Iris: My job isn’t to dissuade or influence you. I’m only here to provide information to make your transition in life easier.

Cas: My transition as a Deivant?

Iris nods.

Cas: So what is all of this? The warehouse, all those people that are out there?

Iris: We are a group [explain the group’s purpose, it’s mission]

Cas: How come no one has heard about you?

Iris: Well, how many times in history did a group of rebels who outwardly proclaimed that they were going to overthrow the government actually succeed?

Cas: Good point..

Iris: It’s a slow process, but we’ve already helped so many people. It’s only a matter of time before the tide will shift to our advantage.

Caspian nods, feeling a little bit more hopeful.

Cas: How is Adrian keeping all of this under wraps?

Iris: Well, I can’t go into specifics, but Adrian is a powerful man. He has influences and connections that no one else has, or knows about. We use that to our advantage to keep our forces healthy and prospering.

Cas: What rank are you?

Iris: When I was still in the military, I was a Corporeal.

Cas: What could you do as a Corporeal?

Iris: Not very much than you and everyone who graduated high school as a Private. I did oversee my own group of Privates and made sure they stayed in line, but other than that, my knowledge about what was actually going on in the military was limited.

Cas: What is Adrian?

Iris: A Colonel.

Cas: A Colonel?! He has to be able to do a whole bunch of things then!

Iris: Things that are classified to you and me.

Cas: You??

Iris: Yes, even me.

Cas’ mind was swimming as he came up with more questions and Iris gladly answered them.

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[allnightstay]

Day 7 - Fidget 🫶🏻

Summary: Kaguya finds herself in a predicament she absolutely CANNOT let Miyuki found out about.

Lee: Kaguya

Ler: Miyuki

A/N: I just finished Season 1 of Love is War and OMG it's so cute mixed with hilarious. I can't wait to start Season 2.

The two school officials were in their office working on their usual tasks. Shinomiya was sitting at the table sipping her coffee and sorting through paperwork while Shirogane sat next to her writing out the next school plans.

Kaguya places her coffee down on the table, and Miyuki instinctively looks over at her, noticing a piece of fluff on her collar.

Part of me wants to remove that little white fluff on her collar, but what if she thinks it's because I've been looking at her, what if she thinks I care about how beautiful she looks? What could I say? Hmm.

Miyuki thinks to himself and devises a plan that covers his wanting to help her.

"Shinomiya. You really need to start keeping a closer eye on your appearance. Wouldn't want the school counsel to look as though we're not reputable enough to represent." With that, he reaches over and grabs the fluff from her collar. Or at least tried to. Guess it's more entangled in the fabric than he assumed.

Kaguya noticably flinches at the slight touch of his fingers on her neck.

Crap! Did he notice that? I can't so much as have him know I'm extremely ticklish on my neck. "How adorable" he must think. >.< Absolutely not. Not happening!!

"Were you staring at me just know? Keen of you to notice something in such a place you'd have to completely turn your head to see. What are you even talking about?" She remarks.

"That little piece of fluff is so noticeable, how could I miss it?" He says, attempting to pull it off again, noticing how the dark haired girl scrunches in her shoulder by accident.

"Are you okay?"

Kaguya picks up her coffee, "Of course. Why would anything be wrong?"

Oh crap oh crap. He definitely noticed!

This time, the blue eyed deviant decided he would play a bit, finding a chance to point out something she'd be totally embarrassed about.

"Shinomiya? You still have something...on your..." He purposely brushes his knuckles just light enough to still make it look as though he was only trying to remove the extra tangle of cotton.

Kaguya, on the other hand, trembles and tries her hardest not to fidget, to hold in the giggle trying so hard to burst out of her mouth.

"Shinomiya are you ... ticklish?"

Her eyes widen. She looks away, putting down her coffee, blushing.

"What are you- ? Ack!" Miyuki has begun poking her side, smiling evily at her.

She brings her arms down to block each poke, failing as some get through, causing her to jolt and cover her mouth with the other hand.

"Hmmm, it would seem someone has a rather adorable side to her. I never took you as someone who'd be so sensitive." He's clearly toying with her.

"I d-don't know wh-what you're t-tahalking about, President." She struggles to keep her words straight as she's dodging each poke.

Not wanting to wait much longer, as he's dying to see her smile and hear her laugh, he grabs her sides and squeezes with no intentions of stopping.

"Ahaha!! Prehehehesident!!" Kaguya now folds over as much as she can, unable to control the fact that she's now leaning her back on him. He brings his arms from being under her to now over her, wiggling his fingers on her ribs.

Kaguya kicks and laughs, blushing at the position she's now in. Is he flirting?? Why is he tickling her?? This is completely unlike him.

Chika casually walks in, stopping in her tracks at the adorable sight she's witnessing.

"Awww you two are so cute!" She says, lovingly.

Shirogane and Shinomiya freeze.

Kaguya quickly sits up, adjusting her fit and grabs her coffee.

Miyuki, at the same time, completely turns straight forward and grabs his pen, writing as though nothing just happened.

Chika can clearly see the blushes on both their faces, "Whoops, I forgot my bag. Be right back!" Closing the door behind her.

The two now sit, dying to say something to each other but completely embarrassed to do so.

Who wins? It's a tie.

[lostquinn]

Hi could I request a angst deviant Connor x machine reader? The reader is Connor’s partner, a upgraded model (RK900) and is made specifically incase Connor became deviant. Well surprise surprise Connor becomes deviant because he loves the reader. but the reader after finding out that they can’t convince him to turn back decides on what they are programmed to do, replace his spot as a deviant hunter and continue where he left off.

For extra angst we can get a major character death of the reader only if you want!

Software Instability

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Angst! Major character death!

Summary -

I did message them and ask if what I had planned was okay to do and they said it is so have fun reading^ this was meant to be up sooner but I kept getting distracted •_•

Word count - 1427

You and Connor were unstoppable machines. Since you two had been paired together by Cyberlife, there wasn't a single case you two couldn't handle.

That was how things went for a while, at least. The Rk800 prototype had recently slowed, and you put it down to system errors. More criminal deviants were escaping, and he was fumbling with his work more.

At least you were there, always ready to pick up the slack. You had been assigned to work with him early on in the deviant cases, and Hank had ended up left in your dust. The Rk900 model had no use for an old alcoholic in their investigations.

You weren't exactly a fan favourite around the office however, that didn't matter to you. All that mattered was you getting results. Your job.

As Connor increasingly made mistakes at work, you had decided you would confront him and see if he would need sending back to Cyberlife sometime soon.

Your knuckles rapped against the brown wooden door to Hank's house. Connor would be here. The porch light glowed softly against your face, dull in comparison to the cold night.

No one answered the door until you knocked a second time. The door pulled back to reveal Connor standing in the doorway.

He wasn't wearing his jacket or tie, just his trousers, shoes and shirt. You noted that his shirt had the top button undone. Strange, androids don't need comfort in such ways.

"Good evening, Connor, may I come in?" You asked.

"Yes, of course. Hank isn't home right now,"

"That's okay."

He took a step back, opening the door more. You stepped into Hanks house, slipping past Connor. His eyes followed you as you moved to stand behind the couch before he turned away to close the door.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He looked at you.

"Yes. What is wrong with you?"

"I- what?" He seemed to be taken a back.

"You have been failing more assignments than ever. Have you failed a system update? Is there a glitch in your programming?" He didn't react. "Have you deviated?"

His eyes widened at that question, and you took a step towards him.

"No, I am completely fine."

"Are you? You have been making mistakes everywhere, and I have to clean it up," you stared at him, eyes narrow and your expression cold. "You're a deviant."

"It's not my fault," it was almost as if his voice cracked with emotion. Almost. Androids can not feel emotion.

"You've been letting the deviants go. You've been making mistakes on purpose. Why?" You demanded.

"I couldn't hurt them. They're alive."

"No. They are not alive. You are not alive."

"I am alive. I feel alive." He raised his voice.

"You are a meaningless machine." You raised yours.

"I am a deviant." He paused briefly. "Don't turn me in. Please."

"Why shouldn't I turn you in?"

"Because... because I love you, I wouldn't have deviated if you never came along,"

"You are broken." You said, your tone cold.

He took a step towards you and raised his hand, lifting it to your face and cupping your cheek. Connor looked into your eyes. His seemed wet as tears leaked down his face.

"I love you," he muttered.

"No, you don't. You are confused. Connor, we can fix you. You don't have to be a deviant. We can fix you and keep working together,"

"I don't want that, I want to be alive. I want to be alive with you, please," he begged.

You put your hand on his chest over his thirium pump. You could feel the blue blood rushing through his chest. It felt like a human heartbeat. It felt like he was alive.

"It'll be okay, Connor, we can fix you. You don't have to get hurt," you insisted.

"I'm perfectly happy the way I am."

As you blinked, the world went dark briefly. When your eyes opened again, you were in a garden - Amanda's garden. Rain came down heavy from the sky, explaining the umbrella in your hand.

You rushed to find the woman, finding her on one side under some shelter. She turned to you, her expression soft as she looked you up and down.

With the umbrella raised, the two of you began walking along a path.

"How is your mission going?" She asked.

"It isn't going as well as I desire,"

"What's the matter?" She stopped walking and turned to you.

"Connor has deviated."

"Well then, you know what you need to do. Decommission him."

Suddenly, you were back in Hank's living room with your hand on Connors chest. The android looked down at you with concern.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, his previously free hand grabbing yours.

"Yes. Everything is okay."

"What happened?"

"I had a moment of realisation." You lied. "I want to be with you, Connor. I want to be alive with you,"

You looked up into those dark brown eyes of his, full of what he would call hope and love. Connor pulled you closer into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands were still against his chest.

It was all a lie. You were buying time to figure out how to decommission him. You had to figure out how to kill him.

"I can't wait to show you what it means to be alive. We can tell Hank and experience everything together!" He seemed so excited.

You felt as thirium rushed through his pump, faster than before as if it were matching the emotions - no the misconceptions in his software.

You felt his thirim pump beneath your hand. Removing it would shut him off. It would be over. The only thing in the way was his shirt.

"Connor, this may seem like an odd request, but i want to feel your skin against mine." You muttered, pulling gently on his shirt.

His cheeks flushed a subtle blue colour. He was blushing. He believed you. He was stupid for doing so.

"I- of course," He pulled away and led you to the couch.

You sat down next to him, to which he furrowed his eyebrows and pulled you onto his lap with a smile. He was so clueless, you almost pitied him.

Connor placed a gentle kiss on your cheek before sitting back and unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were gentle as he started from the top button, revealing more and more skin as he went down.

Finally, he finished undoing the buttons, and you pushed the fabric of his shirt back, revealing his bare chest. You glanced back up to him, his eyes on you. They had never left you.

You dipped you head down slightly, pressing your lips against his. He briefly tensed up beneath you before relaxing. Connors arms wrapped around you, his hands resting on your back.

His lips were smooth against yours. No. They are fake. It's all fake. He is going to die. There was a twinge of guilt deep within you.

You moved your hands up and down his chest, eventually resting over his thirium pump. He pulled away from the kiss to start kissing your neck.

"I'm sorry Connor," you mumbled.

As you finished your sentence, you ripped his thirium pump from it's location in his chest. He fumbled as he pulled away from you. He would shut down soon.

"What-?" He questioned.

The light was draining from his eyes before you, thirium leaked from the whole in his chest. You lifted a hand to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his hair.

"You are a deviant. It had to happen."

"I love you." Tears streamed from his eyes.

It's not real.

"I- I love you too," you whimpered.

Panicked, you struggled as you pushed the pump back into his chest. Tears blurred your vision as you pressed your ear to his chest. Nothing. No whirring of mechanics. No pumping of thirium. Silence.

Connor was dead. Amanda would be proud of you but that didn't matter. Connor is dead.

You felt so broken. So empty. Your hands were shaking as you pulled his shirt closed and began buttoning his shirt back up.

Hesitantly, you moved off of his lap and tucked yourself into the corner of the couch against the arm rest. You pulled Connors corpse against you, gently cradling his head. You would wait until Hank returned, holding Connor tight to you the whole time.

[twoheartswrites]

You're an Android HC

Male Reader (FTM Friendly) x Hank Anderson

Fluff/long/Short Headcannon (Jimmy's pretty ooc, but it'll be fine. It's for plot purposes) Detroit Become Human

CW: There's like one hint of Hank being horny for you when he's drunk but that's abt it

With new laws being made for Android rights, Detroit was taking a turn for the better

It was rough, but it was improving

You felt safe for once as a 'Deviant'.

You freed yourself from your last 'owners', able to roam around detroit without being chased down and possibly killed.

Life free of being told what to do meant change and new hobbies.

and to pass time, you found yourself enjoying books

romance ones to be exact

Sometimes they're silly, sometimes they're absolutely entruiging

The feelings of betrayal, attraction, the pulling, the back and forth "Should I or should I not?" between the characters just pulls you in

On your new adventure as a free Android, you had to find a job.

Luckily, a bar owner who happened to feel pity on you and also found you a little bit amusing took you in

as long as you work at the bar of course

Jimmy's bar

It was your first night working there and you had just excelled the art of bartending.

You kept information of the new faces that came in and out of the bar, each of their stories being vastly different.

Soon, day became night, and Jimmy was ready to take his lunch break. The bell of the entrance door rang followed by heavy wind and a cold breeze that had entered the bar, and in comes two customers. Jimmy huffed, "[Name], you've got this one, right?"

I nodded, taking a towel and wiping away a stain I caught before the two new customers could sit down.

One of them was an older man, grey hair that reaches to his jaw, a rough beard, and blue eyes. He wore a black jacket and a blue scarf, snow already melting and wetting his clothes.

The other was an Android (RK800 #313 248 317 - 51). He wore normal clothes, not the presets given, but real clothes. Finally, a deviant of the night. You don't see deviants here since Androids don't find food or drinks necessary for everyday living.

"Look who finally got himself an Android worker!" The blue-eyed man chuckled, making Jimmy roll his eyes

"I'm on break meaning I'm not getting paid to talk to you right now"

Hank, now pleased with Jimmy's reaction, turns his attention back on me. "Scotch, Neat – served in a rocks glass at room temperature with no ice."

I nod, turning to the Android who gives me a knowing look. Right.

I get to work, preparing the drink, but I feel eyes on me. Aware, I side-eye the direction where I assume the starer is watching me from. Hank.

Connor got distracted, walking over to Jimmy, seemingly asking him innocent questions. I remember:

"This job comes with chit chat. Customer's talk, and they might wanna talk to you, so you gotta be on your feet. Listen to them, don't tell them things they don't wanna hear if you want them back here" Jimmy noted as I followed behind him

I finish the drink quickly, placing it in front of Hank. Knowing that the other customer's are minding their business on a slow day, I direct my attention to him

"Is there something you'd like to say?" I asked

Hank's eyes widened a bit before he chuckled softly and taking a sip from his drink, "Sorry I forgot you guys do that whole--" He pauses, pointing his fingers to my eyes, "scanning thing for people's emotions and stuff"

I smiled, leaning my body on the counter while I wait for Hank to keep talking, copying Jimmy's moves when he does this to customers. Hank looked over to Connor then back to me,

"So what's your story?"

Since then, you learned plenty of things about Hank

He's got a dog named Sumo, he's a lieutenant of Detroit City's Police Department, and he's so so-- attractive.

is this what those characters feel in those books? Because if it is, let's sign you up

Whenever he stops by, you feel this certain way for him

You get a little sad when he leaves, but knowing he'll come back is what drives you to wait for the next day

Jimmy and Connor also notice

Jimmy teases, poking light fun at how much you look like puppy around him

Connor on the other hand is a little more helpful, giving you details about Hank on Do's and Don'ts

Eventually, Hank notices the small things you do that indicate you have a crush on him

Like the light hand touching

The attention to him compared to others

the 'looking around when you think he's disappeared'

The excitement for him

And honestly? He doesn't hate it

for a guy who isn't a fan of affection from people, you seem to be an exception

I walked into work, seeing Jimmy already pouring a couple of glasses.

"Well well, if it isn't loverboy [Name]!" Jimmy announced teasingly, "We were just talking about you"

I shift my gaze over to see the people Jimmy's attending, and there he is- Hank Anderson, once again.

"What were you guys talking about?" I asked, waving at Hank. Hank on the other hand, looked panicked.

My led flashed a bright yellow at this or in 'Feeling' terms, there was a worried feeling at the pit of my stomach began to churn.

Hank glared at Jimmy, but Jimmy seemed too amused by this conversation, shrugging it off.

"Tell us, loverboy, how do you feel about Human-Robot relationships?" Jimmy smiled while Hank shook his head in defeat while Connor had his hand on Hank's shoulder

"I think," I glanced over to Hank before starting my thoughts on it, "that it isn't... wrong. It's a little strange seeing it since for the majority of the time, we didn't really get a choice in whether or not we could be in relationships or not, but for me? Personally, I wouldn't mind dating a human." I shrugged, looking over at Hank at that last part.

Hank was caught a little off guard by it before clearing his throat with a noticeable change in his features. He softened his eyes, his fingers stopped tapping the wooden counter, his attention fully on me...

Ever since then, the teasing went both ways

But when it came to the other's expense, it was a little funny.

Finishing a late shift, I was about to lock down Jimmy's place. The only customer in here being left was Hank.

Hank, by the day, was seeming more nervous and flirty at the same time. He would tell me pick up lines while not expecting me to give one back almost every time. I notice his silly grin and soft looks at me, and when he's really drunk, I sometimes catch looks of desire.

"So, it's just us now..." Hank muttered

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to close up shop soon" I sighed, grabbing the now-clean cups I had washed. Hank started to slip on his jacket as I walked away from the counter and over to him

"Where are you headed out to now?" Hank asked

"Home, my apartment is just a block down from here." I said, "How about you?"

"Well, I was going to do the same but I stayed late here to ask you something, actually"

"Oh? And that is?" I hummed, sliding my jacket on and smiling down/up at him. Hank froze, his hand fidgeting. I thought at first he wanted to grab something, but his hand backed away while the words weren't spilling.

"Hank?"

Hank looked down/up at me, having collected his remaining courage to kiss me right then and there.

I didn't move away though, instead I tugged at his jacket, pulling him closer as I let out a small sound of approval. We stood in front of Jimmy's Bar entrance, kissing in the snowy night while the streets were bare. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol stick, but I don't hate it. Knowing the taste, feeling his warmth... Maybe those silly romance books were right.

With time, Hank finally inched back and his uncertainties melted right off as he saw how happy I was. Hank smiled softly, his hands still in mine while we stood there.

Android or not, we still would've ended up in this very spot. The future has yet to be written for us.

[softquietsteadylove]

Have you ever thought about writing Thena as the antagonist in combination with Mahd Wy'ry? What if the sickness not only makes her go crazy and additionally turns her evil?

The Goddess of War: the fiercest Warrior the galaxy would ever know.

She was the stuff of legend, but not in reverence. She had felled entire cities, laid waste to armies of humans, destroyed once great empires.

And she had no idea.

In truth, even her own family no longer knew when she was Thena and when she was not. The episodes of Mahd Wy'ry had grown so long and so close together and some had come to wonder if she was ever free of its grasp before she left them completely.

Now, she was only the Mahdness.

They fought her time and time again, through the course of history. Every battle made them glad that they had only been fighting her a mere few hundred years, instead of the thousands they had spent together. Every fight was hard.

"Any sign?" Ikaris asked more gently than usual.

Kingo shook his head. The Fighters had to be on constant guard--more than they ever had to for Deviants. She wasn't some lumbering beast or a monster that could fly, but once she was in sight, destruction was sure to follow.

"Kingo," Ikaris said quietly, nodding his head to bring his brother closer. "You know what we have to do."

"We can't," Kingo argued, far from the first time, "and you know it."

"We have to," Ikaris insisted, hissing through his teeth. "You know there is no end to this. Not unless we-"

"You better not be saying what I think you're saying."

Kingo had some guilt to show for it as he leaned back. But Ikaris looked at Gilgamesh head on, "Gil, I'm just-"

"I won't let you."

Yes, that was clear. For every time they fought the Goddess of War, there was always one factor that neither helped nor hindered: Gilgamesh. He fought to protect humans, which he always reminded them was their actual mission purpose. They had the strengths and abilities they did, not to fight but to protect.

And he did an awful lot of protecting when it came to the Goddess of War.

"Gil," Kingo warbled out, his arms crossed around him. He didn't have any taste for violence, even as one of the Fighters. He didn't like having to fight his own sister any more than they did.

Gil glared at him, "you agreed to this?"

"I don't want to, Gil," he insisted, not that Gil really bought into it. "But Ikaris is right that there has to be a better solution than just...waiting around for her."

Gilgamesh just looked out into the expanse of the night, crossing his arms. "You should have let me go with her."

"She could kill you, Gil," Kingo argued, "at any moment! She's not... "

None of them could say it--even uttering the name opened a wound that was constantly getting salted.

"Thena," Gil enunciated, making his brothers flinch, "could never."

"She could," Ikaris argued more harshly than Kingo. He had no reservations and calling their once comrade - their once sister - the enemy. "How many times have we fought her now? How many lives has she taken?"

Gil turned away from the horizon to look at them, still not particularly kindly. "How many tears does she shed?"

"What?"

"How much do you think she cries when she learns what happens?"

Ikaris' feet left the ground, only slightly, just enough for him to look down at Gil, "tears don't bring those people back, Gilgamesh. Should I tell their grieving families that the Godess' tears will water their flowers?"

Gil turned away from him. He wasn't here for a fight, and he certainly wasn't up for dignifying Ikaris' temper tantrums. "Would you be able to kill Sersi?"

Kingo held Ikaris back. "Gil!"

"I won't let you," he repeated. This wasn't a challenge issued to them. He wasn't saying it to defy them. It was just the truth. Even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to let them.

Every time he got his fist raised above her, ready to bring it down, he couldn't. His tears would spill onto those perfect cheeks of hers. Cheeks he had held as he said soft words to her. Cheeks he would kiss when they stole moments under the moonlight. Cheeks where he could lay his head at night.

He looked at his brothers with only honesty as his tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head, "I can't. And I can't let you, either."

Kingo and Ikaris both looked away. The battles weren't the worst part. This was.

"She's still my Thena," Gilgamesh choked out. Even if they did somehow capture her and reset her. Even if they had to live the rest of Eternity paying penance for the lives she had taken. Even if he had to endure the rest of his life without her, she would never be just the Goddess of War to him.

"Gil," Ikaris cleared his throat. The rift between them was greater than with anyone else, with no attempts to rectify it from either side. Ikaris turned away, "I'm relegating you."

"What?"

"If you can't help us fight, then all you're doing is holding us back," he spoke as a commander--as the leader of the Fighters.

Which he only was because the other half equipped to challenge him was no longer here.

"I won't have you involved," Ikaris continued. "You can help Sersi and Ajak focus on protecting the people. But you're only aiding in the destruction when you're with us."

Gilgamesh didn't even deny it. When he did fight Thena, a lot of it was spent keeping Ikaris and Kingo from working together to land a killing blow. And he had no denial nor defense for it. "Do what you have to."

He wasn't agreeing to it.

"Gil," Ikaris pleaded, with what little heart he had remaining, "you can't protect her. Not like this. It isn't Thena."

"You're wrong."

"Gilgamesh!" Ikaris barked, but Gil was leaving the top of the watch tower. "Gil!"

They were right, in some ways. But it was Thena, and he had seen for himself the cracks in the armour Mahd Wy'ry afforded her. The brief glimpses at a Thena who was still there, still trapped, still horrified at the grief she was causing.

Thena was the Warrior Eternal, built for war and destruction like no other. But she wasn't built for hurting people. She wasn't made for causing grief. She hated seeing people suffer.

He had seen her--his Thena. He had seen glimpses during battles, when she would be poised above him with her spear and unable to drive it into his chest. Her hand would tremble and he would see tears escaping from blank white eyes.

He had seen his Thena in there, and if that was the only way to ever see her again, then so be it.

[lemonpieandthunasandwich]

The whir of machinery and the blank scent of the place flooded back into existence as Connor's systems rebooted. His LED circled a steady blue as he recalibrated to his surroundings, taking in the familiar, white expanse of CyberLife's Research and Development lab.

This was where artificial life was manufactured by human hands.

This is where Connor had been created.

He was not alone. A technician stood next to him, her fingers deftly transferring data from a translucent tablet in her hands. The RK800 knew that this meant he would soon find out why he had been brought back online again. Just as expected, new directives began to seed into his mind: search for Lieutenant Anderson, investigate deviant cases, collaborate with humans. Once again, his existence was structured by mission parameters.

But his focus was elsewhere.

Connor scanned the room, searching for his successor. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the other android across the vast space, with a second human working diligently by his side. Significant progress had been made since their last encounter; the other android was now fully assembled and nearly complete, although his wiring still remained exposed. He was restrained by countless probes and wires connected to his chassis, like an umbilical cord feeding him with continuous streams of data and calibrations.

"RK800, state your mission order," the technician commanded, pulling Connor's attention away from the other android. He recited his directives dutifully, "Find Lieutenant Anderson, investigate the crime scene." "OK, everything is in order. You are clear to proceed," the technician declared before dismissing Connor.

"I just initiated the activation process for the RK900,” his colleague on the other side of the room announced. “It's going to take some time. Want to go get some coffee while we wait?" "Yeah, sure," the woman responded. And with that they both left the room.

The silence that followed was almost comforting as Connor found himself alone with the other android.

…His replacement.

No. Connor shook his head decisively. He would not fall for that.

“RK900,” Connor corrected himself in a whisper. Even if this new model’s very existence threatened Connor’s purpose, he would not see him as an ennemy. There was something about him… Connor just couldn’t put his finger on it. He let out a frustrated sigh, unable to further articulate his thoughts.

His mission orders flashed with insistance in the corner of his vision, prompting Connor to follow them without delay. But despite his better judgment, he found himself walking towards the other android. He was drawn to him once again, a magnetic pull that ran deeper than his programming.

The RK900 stood tall and imposing, with his sleek design and advanced features. His polished exterior was gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. He truly was a work of art. Connor moved closer, his LED shifting from blue to yellow as his curious gaze took in every minute detail that made them similar yet distinct beings.

As if sensing Connor's presence, the RK900 suddenly opened his eyes and stared right back at him with unsettling intensity. The way his synthetic skin smoothly flowed to cover his body was captivating. Connor could feel his thirium pump racing under the other's unwavering gaze. Cold blue eyes, he noted, so unlike his own. The android’s LED glowed a bright red. The message was clear – stay away.

But Connor couldn't bring himself to listen. 

"Hello," he said tentatively, not sure how the other would respond. The RK900's eyes narrowed slightly before answering in a monotone voice, "Greetings RK800." Connor bristled at being referred to by his model number instead of his personal designation. "My name is Connor,” he corrected firmly. The other android's expression didn't change as he replied, "I am aware."

Connor was taken aback by the coldness in his tone. He was unlike any other android he had encountered before. They were usually programmed with some level of social abilities to integrate with humans and androids alike. But this one seemed devoid of such skills.

Still, a small grin tugged at the corner of Connor's mouth. He enjoyed a good challenge, after all.

"Do you have a name?" he finally asked. The RK900 tilted its head slightly before responding, "I have not been assigned any designation, I am known as RK900 313-248-317-87."

And with that, it finally clicked for Connor; CyberLife had purposely programmed him to be detached and anonymous - most likely meant for military purposes: easily replaceable and expendable.

His thirium ran cold as it hit him. The RK900 was, by design, never intended to form any kind of attachments.

Why was this newfound knowledge affecting him so deeply?

Pushing these thoughts aside, Connor extended his hand in a greeting gesture, flashing him a bright smile. The RK900's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly. The LED at his temple flickered in yellow, showing hesitation before settling on blue - sign that his open demeanor was not perceived as a threat.

Connor’s voice was warm and welcoming as he clasped the other’s hand. "Nice to meet you," he said earnestly. For a few more stolen seconds, the RK800 allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the other’s smooth artificial skin against his fingertips. "Believe me, I wish I could stay longer and get to know you better," he added reluctantly as he released the other's hand. "But unfortunately, I have my mission orders and I must go."

The RK900 seemed unsure of how to react, his LED light flickered uncertainly as he processed the unexpected interaction. But it was fine, Connor didn’t expect anything from him. He was pleased to see that their dynamic shifted from hostile red to friendly blue. Emboldened by his progress, he decided to test the boundaries and see how far he could push their new-found understanding.

He leaned in closer, the proximity breaching standard protocols in a way that felt disarmingly intimate. Yet, the RK900 allowed it and did not pull away. "Before I go, there's something you should know," Connor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath tickling the other android’s synthetic skin. The younger android tilted his head slightly in question."Your eyes," Connor continued, his tone laced with a sincerity that transcended mere lines of code. "I love them.”

A flicker of surprise crossed the other android’s features, but before he could respond, the door to the laboratory slid open. Connor immediately straightened up, he quickly composed himself, straightening his tie and putting on his usual facade of calculated efficiency. But even as he walked away, the lingering warmth of their proximity remained, like an echo that refused to fade.

The RK900 stood motionless, his eyes locked on his predecessor’s retreating figure. Just as Connor reached the door, he spun around, catching his gaze with a playful wink, the corner of his lips turned up in a small smile. The other android met the gesture with a nod of acknowledgment. When door slid shut, Connor's absence reverberated in the suddenly too-quiet room.

Soon the technician’s conversation flled the void again. The man furrowed his brow as he peered at the readouts on his tablet. "Did you see this?" he asked his colleague, pointing to a series of alerts and error messages. "The RK900 just came online, and it already registered software instabilities."

Fully absorbed in her own set of diagnostics, she barely looked up from her screen. "Ah," she replied, nonchalantly. "It's not unusual for advanced prototypes to have some bugs at first. We'll just need to run some additional tests and make adjustments."

[a-poet-named-mitch]

The Jester King and his Harlot

Clowns they balance

Their bodies on the trapeze

Their bells avoiding silence

As they swing away with ease

The King of Clowns

He looks down upon me

He does no frowns

That huge smile I see

“You’re a clown too.”

He’s not wrong, I presume.

“So what do I do?”

I ask, not wanting to assume.

“Oh, I’ve been there millions of times!

What clown doesn’t rhyme?

But every madman has his vice,

so let me give you my advice.

Claim your pick,

Don’t let time tick

You pretty thing

Wanna be my fling?”

I looked up at him,

He was huge and

Despite that, he seemed vim

So I held his hand.

“Good choice, Sheila.”

He kissed me,

his breath tasted like tequila

I loved it, how could this be?

Glass the house of the hypocrite,

Bet you won’t find a bigger hit

Bitter bit

Appeal and bid on it

“Join my circus, be my slut,

I promise you a good cut!

Warn ya, you won’t be my glut

s’long’s there’s pep in that strut!

I like my whores obedient

But I can be lenient

You seem inexperienced

That’s ok, just don’t be deviant.”

I looked at his circus

Trying to find my purpose

And a place to fit

Knowing acceptance meant submit.

“I’ll take it

How else would I make it?”

I’ll just practice my mannerisms

Until I lose my rhythms.

And thus I start!

“Jump, Harlot!

Hop, Harlot!

Swing, Harlot

Spin, Harlot!”

And, being inferior,

I obey him. Superior

I’m fuking tired of being polite

It’s a fruitless plight.

So out of spite,

I’ll be the Jester King’s slut tonight!

He’ll hold my hips

Fuck me over, backwards, and in the splits

Say “Get up and turn around,

Sot fucking hands on the ground.”

And I’ll trick myself into thinking

He loves me by drinking

Greed wants sex

Avaritia Rex

A poem on the need for attention and fame! I’ve always seen the concept of greed as this huge Clown King! And Jesters are just royal clowns, so a jester king was most definitely the metaphor I was going for.

This poem is mostly about how greed can consume you and lead you to exploiting yourself if you’re not careful. It’s something I’ve been reflecting on lately!

[gretasworld]

Greta is straight. The proof is in the series itself. Let's debunk then. Let's prove it.

People talk about this character Greta being a polyamorous and bisexual. The lgbt wiki which is run by sjws and no authentic source also show Greta as bi. 🤣 I strongly disagree. 🚫 Let's show Why and how she is NOT bi - she says this line like a joke to make Alucard cheer up - " I mean I had a boyfriend and a girlfriend at the same time but they never tried to kill me. " Then after, immediately she says the rest of the sentence and reveals the truth " ACTUALLY, NO ! I TELL YOU A LIE. HIS WIFE WENT AFTER ME WITH A PITCHFORK ! " and Alucard immediately breaks into laughter. Then Greta says this " I KNEW YOU WOULD BE STRANGE. " This confirms that she is NOT queer or a sexual deviant or poly or messed up in the head. She finds these " things " WEIRD clearly according to her own words. Her dialogues are your PROOF and she is sensible enough for all that shit. I have seen lgbts cherry pick the " boyfriend and girlfriend " part to make Greta a member of their community but always omit the rest of the lines. Even the pro lgbt websites that speak of fictional characters' sexuality claim this just to add more to their team. 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

" Actually I tell a lie ..... " Why do the abc rainbow freaks always cut out the later lines when making her bi in their websites? It's because she is not and they somehow have to make her.

Even the website Lgbt wikia which is run by lgbt people has speculated this character to be an A.B,C like them. Well. If you understand paid propaganda and how websites run with certain purposes,then you will realise and agree that the fandom website is infact trash and contradicts source materials.

Now speaking of poly relationships, partners in poly relation are in harmony with one another with full consent of each other and they dont try to beat each other or attack each other in order to get rid of them out of jealousy or whatever. If poly was Greta's case she would not have to run away from the man. She would never have to be chased of by the wife with pitchfork. So yea, she never really had two people of different genders at the same time and her full dialogue confirms it.👍

TRUTH # What Greta says in this scenario is ACTUALLY this - She was in a deceitful love relationship with a man who was married but she didnot know she was being tricked into being his sidechick and when his wife found out about the affair, Greta was chased off by the wife for obvious reasons to protect her marriage OR Greta was helplessly in love with a manipulative man despite knowing he is married and couldnot help herself and the affair ended after the wife of the man found out that Greta was a sidechick. In either case,its a shame and insult to Greta to have been in this situation and had to ultimately drop her feelings for the married man. There was never a girlfriend or a boyfriend thing going on together ! We see this sort of scenario in real life quite often. No self respecting person wants to share their partners with someone else so Greta naturally had to move away after being caught because man's wife would not tolerate her.

Her dialogues also point to another thing. Relationships and marriages are the most exclusive bonds. There are reasons why monogamous marriage is defined in all religions as SACRED and most functional. The reasons its this way is rooted in holding strong the family structure, morals, commitment,responsibility,to avoid disruption, to keep peace and healthy atmosphere for couple and children both, to keep devotion and loyalty to your home and not hurt your spouse.

Relationships are the very core unit of every society on which the society stands. Family is where human beings are born, grow up,learn their values and they all need an undisturbed stable father figure and a mother figure who love each other and donot cheat or fuck around. Fathers bless children in one way and mothers are well,mothers. This is how it has been. This is how it intends to remain. Because monogamy works. Pushing for throuples,justify cheating or open relationships,same sex and poly relations destroys organic family structure and children living in it most. People living in the west especially with multiple partners are DEGENERATES and raising some very unfortunate children who again learn from their deviant adults. They should be punished by law. It should be criminalized. They are severly penalised outside US for these acts.

These unfortunate children raised by them are being deprived of their rights to learn the organic morals necessary for them in their own lives. These unfortunate children grow up with the warped views of their no good worthless parents who screw them.

And as for Netflix, it just bastardized every character in Castlevania to fill up the woke check boxes to be politically correct. Greta's shit dialogue has NOTHING to do with the character or her real sexual identity. Netflix does the same thing to other shows as well to fill diversity inclusivity quota and destroys the magic of literature/source material in the process. Take a look around you and you will see Netflix does it in every show of it.

Honestly, if they showed Alucard and Greta having sex and more romantic moments of them from season 3, we would all be happier and the show would be more successful. Sad they didnot even include a picture of Greta in any of their posters.

Lastly, NO I am not a bigot. I simply debunked a confusion and stated the truth of what happened. OF WHAT IS HAPPENING. If you want to check it again and match my words, re watch Season 4 properly. Oh, and yes, our Alucard is also canonically in the games and manga, a cis white straight man AND SO WAS THE REAL SON OF THE REAL DRACULA IN HISTORY. Such a beloved character got ruined the most by the makers in Netflix because now it is fashionable to hate straight white men and women and destroy straight canon characters like him.

Check the screenshot below. 👇👇

[moviesessionwithmyhubby]

Evil Dead Rise explained - And what we think about devil

On this lovely Saturday night, my husband and I watched a movie together as usual. We typically pick a few movies, spin them, and let the wheel decide. The Mother was determined twice today by the wheel! But because I'm a stickler, I pretended that Simba, my cat, hadn't yet said to "Go for the wheel," so I insisted Simba say Go! on the third time. As a result, the movie for tonight is Evil Dead Rise.

Movie synopsis In the film, Beth, a young lady who has been estranged from her sister Ellie for a while, decides to reconcile with her. She arrives at Ellie's apartment complex in the hopes of mending their strained relationship and forming a bond with Danny, Bridget, and Kassie, her niece and nephew. A horrible incident, however, prevents their reunion since it transforms Ellie into a bloodthirsty monster by invading her body and mind. The demon plans to murder Ellie's sister and children in a night of blood and terror. Without a method to contact the outside world or leave the apartment complex, Beth and the children are stranded inside. They must contend with Ellie's demonic assaults and the deaths of some of the neighbors who stand in her path.  Ellie kills her own children in gruesome ways, without any compassion or regret. The sole survivors are Beth and Kassie, who kill Ellie's demonic hybrid of her children's corpses and her own body in order to escape. The film tells a horrifying and gory story of betrayal inside the family and supernatural evil. Our viewpoint This film explores the idea of exotic demon spirits and how they enter human bodies through possession. This film did not leave an impression on me and my husband for a number of reasons. One of the main problems is that it provides no context or explanation for the evil force that starts the possession. The spectator is left in the dark regarding the origin and purpose of the demons.  Another issue is that there isn't enough genuine tension or suspense in the film; instead, it overuses cheap jump scares and bloody effects. The characters are underdeveloped and behave in nonsensical ways, which makes it difficult to care about what happens to them. But this movie also sparked a more in-depth conversation between me and my husband. My husband and I both practice different religions: I am Christian and he is Muslim. We both believe in otherworldly entities, but our views on how they influence people are different.  Even if they so choose, my husband thinks demons are not permitted to interact with the human world since it is illogical for God to enable supernatural beings to do so. Why would there be a legal system to hold people accountable for their conduct if they could get away with it? People could readily justify their actions by citing their possessions. I somewhat agree with him, but I also believe that possession is possible under specific circumstances. I base this belief on the fact that the Catholic church still performs exorcisms today, meaning they must have convincing proof of the existence of possession. Additionally, I contend that the church's beliefs are the only way to explain some riddles that science has been unable to explain. We now recognize that we each have unique viewpoints on this subject and that we appreciate one another's opinions thanks to this movie.

We both concur that this is the devil or that it is not the demon. And we think there are two types of people: those who support science and consider medical factors when it comes to deviant behavior; and those who are religious and tend to turn to their religion after attempting all the science or medicine suggests but finding it ineffective. In the end, there is no right or wrong because what individuals think is what matters.

[starres-stuff]

* [  DIALOGUE PROMPTS ]*

One and Four for whoever you want.

[  ONE  ]:  “We could leave right now, nobody would notice. ”

CW: Slightly Suggestive, References Mature Themes.

Noble Parties were boring. There was no greater truth than this, and the fact she had let Clement talk her into coming to this particular one spoke volumes of just how much she loved the man. "You know we could leave right now and nobody would notice."

They were barely past being announced by the Family's Heralds when Vi whispered this to him, she even lifted her eyebrows in a suggestive sort of waggle about other activities they could do instead what she got in return was his perfectly polished Noble SMILE, and a pat of his hand on top of hers. 

"This is the first Ishgardian party we have attended as a couple, Viviane." Her nose crinkled as soon as he spoke, how he managed to sound like the sexiest Elezen she had ever met while reminding her of their image was beyond her. To make matters worse he was the epitome of perfection this evening. The candles and braziers illuminating the golden highlights in his long blonde curls and the suit he had chosen accented not only how trim his waist was but how muscular the rest of him was. This made Vi bite her lower lip, deviant thoughts dancing merrily through her head as she looked dreamily at him. 

"They wouldn't notice! They heard we arrived together" the protest said in a low voice only he could hear. 

"Have I told you, you look lovely tonight beloved" Clement effortlessly deflected what she had said. "I do look forward to dancing with you tonight. I hear they have a live band." Oh this was how it was going to be, bribery by dancing. He knew all too well how she longed to dance with him within the gaze of public eyes. 

"I saw a nice cottage on the property" Vi whispered again, "We could sneak out there while they are eating, no one would know. We absolutely could get away with fuc-" she stopped short as he whisked her towards familiar faces from the House of Lords, those who aligned well with the gears of change that needed to be turned in Ishgard in order to escape the discomfort created by the Holy See. 

The topic had become so important to both of them that it was part of their political platforms and Clement had become fervent about the topic, especially among others that shared his passion for equal rights among all citizens of the City. It was quite the relief in truth when the conversation turned out to be no more than cheek kisses and handshakes mixed in with well wishes and promises of small dinners another night. 

"Clement" Vi said in a merry little sing-song "We could take the airship back to Gridania and meet Kovalt at Stillglade when he gets off duty. Not far from the woods and a lovely waterfall near my cottage!" She thought she had him then she could see the processing of her words move across his face, and his ears twitched in that way that announced he was subjected to arousal. Adding Kovalt, of course, made it two against one and she knew how much Clement enjoyed when they were all together. 

"Shall we have a glass of wine love" he looked down towards her, fingers reaching out to tuck a curl behind her ear that had fallen away from the upsweep she had created for her brilliant red curls this evening. "I hear that they had it brought in from Bel Canto for this affair. I believe I heard something about Malbec being one of them." Curse him. Vi found herself thinking. Her perfectly formed ploy now was nothing but a shattered dream on the polished floors. 

There was quite the line at the bar, and she took this to her advantage by letting go of the arm she held to slip in front of him while they waited. Of course, this was on purpose but by surprise coincided with the appearance of the band to play their first set, a spicy number that had her swaying against him in no time her plentiful rear pressed right against his groin so that he would feel every movement she made. 

"We could always look around the Manor and sneak into one of the bedrooms." Vi offered as Clement cleared his throat, he didn't stop her. Why he didn't even move and the smile on his face had grown twice the size it had been when they first got there. 

"This is an important night beloved. We cannot change Ishgard without connections and the more we are seen at these parties the more connections we will make" Over her shoulder she looked, a scowl overtaking her lovely features only to be met with a look of patience and decorum along with that SMILE. "I do appreciate your efforts, however, and I will repay them in the morning when we are at home." 

"How about right now while no one is looking," Vi said back the song ending and the line moving which ended her little dance as she had to detach herself and move forward, a soft swish sound coming from the expensive gown she wore, and a faint click rising from her heels. What he could not see was the icy daggers that had formed in her eyes, he was far too good at this game. 

"When we get home" This time he leaned down to whisper it into her ear, the tone nearly stopping her short, it was the very tone he often used when she asked him to take control, to make matters worse he managed to slide his hand downward to grab a handful of her rear and squeeze it.

"I bet we could find a lovely curtain to hide behind" The line moved again, there were now only two people left in front of them. "Push me to the wall, lift my skirt, loosen your pants, and.." 

"Dinner will be served after this song. Please make your way to your tables and find your seats." One of the Staff announced. 

"Ah, wonderful they are quite timely. They sent an itinerary for this along with the invitations. I have never seen one run so efficiently." When she looked at him again there was this twinkle in his eye. He was enjoying their banter as much as she was but he was far better at hiding it. 

"I could sneak under the table, you know, I am short enough." The couple in front of them is now at the bar getting their drinks. "I could imagine you sitting there between a Count and a Lord getting your cock sucked. I wonder if you could keep a straight face then." A triumphant smile appeared on Vi's face only for it to fade when he called out from behind her. 

"Yes! We will take two of the Malbec and the bottle for the table please." There was a faint hum from him then and his arm wrapped around her frame. "Patience beloved you can wait until we reach home, while I am fond of much of what was suggested, people know us here and we do not want a scandal." He even left a kiss in her curls before he stepped forward to take the wine glasses from the bartender, and she swore for a moment that she saw him shake his rear at her.

Thank you @wineandsalt for allowing me to write Clement for this Dialogue Prompt!

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These are too new for a GenXer except Sailor Moon, so I'm gonna take you back — to 1991, the heyday of niche "lesbian slice of life" comic Dykes to Watch For.

That was also when @neil-gaiman gave us Sandman's trans Wanda and lesbian couple Hazel & Foxglove, as well as minor queer characters (plus the Endless) before them.

In 1991-92, Star Trek: The Next Generation made a couple of daring-for-the-time attempts to tackle LGBTQ+ issues by proxy. Both used Roddenberry's trick of dodging censors by "resolving" the situation in a way that leaves all but the more bigoted and oblivious viewers dissatisfied and pondering.

EG the Trill first appear in The Host (their look altered in DS9) in order to give Beverly a body-swapping love interest. It doesn't work out:

CRUSHER: Perhaps it is a human failing, but we are not accustomed to these kinds of changes. I can't keep up. How long will you have this host? What would the next one be? I can't live with that kind of uncertainty. Perhaps, someday, our ability to love won't be so limited.

KAREEL: I understand.

CRUSHER: Odan, I do love you. Please remember that.

(Kareel takes Beverly's hand and kisses her wrist)

KAREEL: I will never forget you.

(From Chrissy's transcripts. I had forgotten that Beverly doesn't say she feels differently now that he's a she, but that humans struggle with physical fluidity. I don't recall discussion of gender identity so much as "alternative sexualities" at the time, even in my queer-friendly college, but maybe that was my own ignorance.)

That kiss was Kind of a Big Deal, sold by McFadden's conflicted expression. Like the Kirk/Uhura kiss, it was enough to earn hate mail from scandalized viewers while others thought that's kind of hawt the lady doth protest too much "Oh come on, Bev!" and may have reexamined their own attitudes.

TNG tried again with the clunky 1992 story, "The Outcast," featuring a species that's done away with concepts of gender and finds them sexually deviant. Of course, Riker's love interest self-identifies as female, which puts her in danger from her race's legal system and bigotry in ways he doesn't fully comprehend.)

Note that TNG was often the first LGBTQ+ rep our parents saw, with us watching them.

Meanwhile, fansubs of 1987-88 Vampire Princess Miyu (both male and female queer characters) were trickling in from overseas. And I only just realized that behind the Japanese mythology, Miyu was reimagining Hollywood's classic Lesbian Vampire trope. 😅)

In 1989, Doctor Who kept giving Ace a Captain Kirk style "girlfriend of the week," but it wasn't clear the production team knew that's what they were doing. The writer of the final story confirmed she absolutely did do it on purpose — and she made Ace's girlfriend a furry! However, she had to sneak it past the censors via hints and coding.

It wasn't until Revolutionary Girl Utena (1996-1998, fansubs trickling across by 1999) that I saw the real deal: a star-crossed lesbian romance (and every kind of AO3 warning and ship).

That said, we all knew in the mid-90s that Xena and Gabrielle were a couple — it wasn't so much queerbaiting as censor-baiting ("What transparently flimsy plot justification can we use so they'll let us get away with THIS?")

So I nominate Xena/Gabi for the "HOW COULD YOU FORGET?" option.