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ninelieswithme · 5 months ago

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⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧ ⛧°。

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

★ ᴛᴡ = sᴍᴜᴛ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ sᴇx, ʙᴏᴅʏᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ.

✰ sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ᴀ ʙᴀʀɪsᴛᴀ ɪɴ ʀᴀᴄᴄᴏᴏɴ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʀᴀɪɴʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪꜰᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ Lᴇᴏɴ!! ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴏɴ,

✫ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ʜᴀʏʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ⵊ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs 😭😭

✪ sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ x sᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴜ - 2k ᴡᴏʀᴅ’s

✯ ᴋɪɴᴋ’s - ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ʙᴏᴅʏᴡᴏʀsʜɪᴘ.

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ʟɪɴᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ʟɪsᴛ - ʜᴇʀᴇ

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚. ༉

I swear this song played when leon saw you at the café

He had just graduated from the police academy, assigned to a precinct in a city that felt more like a labyrinth of shadows than a thriving metropolis that raccoon city was known for.

Surrounded by flickering neon lights, echoing footsteps, blinding lights of the city shining in his blue eyes.

His coat drenched, blondette hair wet and slicked back from the attack of rain.

Eyes locking to a lively cafè

A quaint little café nested between two towering buildings that seemed to loom down on it, watching the world with grim attention.

Milo’s Brew, huh cute name..

He smirked, blue eyes turning more vibrant, though only a moment

He sought refuge from the chaos of the city, his boots tapping behind him, stepping into a cozy store.

Eyes a haze, from the loneliness of the night, in a busy city.

The rain tapped softly against the café windows, the smell of coffee beans invading his senses.

Where the scent of fresh pastries were thick in the cold contrast of the city.

The homily sounds of music playing in the back, the warmth clinging to his wet form.

Treading into the café, head down, his locks sticking to his forehead.

Joining the short line of the sweet store.

Looking up lightly to the neon menu, the line slowly dwindling.

His head aching, eyes stinging, god he missed being in the academy..

He’s finally a cop but that void.. it’s still not filled..

His face soured, foot tapping, waiting for his turn to order a late night coffee..

The music like a hum to his sense, eyes growing slightly heavy, legs buckling every so often.

Head nodding back and forth.

Thoughts wandering on his obvious pay check and chores he’ll have to do when he gets home.

Groaning at the thought.

Until the back of the customer in front moved out of his dazed sight, his eyes laying on yours.

God were you glowing or was it just him.

You were stunning- No, Gorgeous.

And you’re not even in a normal outfit?!

Eyes wide open, mouth slightly parted as if he stopped breathing.

While stood behind the counter, your hands deftly maneuvering the espresso machine.

Eyes sparkling with warmth despite the gray skies outside.

He practically jumped for joy when you turned to him, placing the newly brewed coffee on the counter.

The customer smiling while you did the same..

“Lucky bastard..”

He said coldly looking at the man smile at him, feeling jealousy boil over, his eyes staring daggers into the customer.

Soon you broke conversation walking to the counter eyes beaming.

God your eyes..

So delicate.

So lively

So pretty.

If he could he would arrest you right here, have you at the station you and him only :D.

Like a cute permanent sleepover.

“What can I get started for you today?”

You chirped, voice a honeyed melody that disrupted Leon’s thoughts.

Eyes a lot more lively than usual, Leon speaking softly.

“just a black coffee, please- oh no sugar.”

“Y-Your the only sugar I need”

Leon stuttered great dumbass, just embarrassed yourself..

“Uhhhh huh!, Coming right up!”

You buzzed, stepping from the counter, expertly grinding beans and steaming milk.

Not even a smile.. wow.. no blush, he really needs to work on his pick up lines.

He sighed ears red at the tips leaving the line.

Great.. you’re fucking pathetic..

He thought sliding into one of the side booths of the café.

Hands in hair, eyes growing dull loosing their shine..

She’ll never love you, no one does..

He thought, while you prepared his drink.

The sweet atmosphere long forgotten by Leon.

Time slipped away as his mind absorbed every detail.

Your hair, the way your eyes sparkled as you interacted with those.. ungrateful customers, the carefree way you danced to the music.

“Here you go, one black coffee!”

You yelled out, placing the cup on the counter with a radiant smile.

Leon got up, head down fingers quickly brushing yours for a moment.

Leon feeling a current of electricity rush through him.

He was mesmerized.

“Thanks,”

he muttered, barely able to muster the courage to look at her.

He will be yours.

You waved him by, as he lightly smiled leaving the warm embrace of the store.

Getting bombarded by the cool breeze, the coffee warm in his hand.

Leon stood outside the shop for a moment, heart racing, clutching the coffee like it was a talisman.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to know more about her.

As twilight descended, he found himself lingering, watching through the glass as she finished her shift.

Hand only the glass, making sure to avoid your gaze every so often.

You laughed with her coworkers, her laughter resonating like music, drawing him in deeper.

God you were so pretty.

The way you clothes hugged your frame.

Or the way your breasts foddled forward when you leaned down.

Or the way he wanted you plump lips around his cock.

God he shivered, blood rushing to his face, cock throbbing.

Get yourself together

He thought turning away from you leaning his back onto the cold glass.

Finally you stepped out, Leon’s heart hammered in his chest, quickly he turned his head, your eyes making contact with the RPD embroidered on the back.

You smile kindly unaware, only hastily treading away from the cafe your heels tapping against the concrete.

Your hair swaying past your face, beanie snug on your head.

Your only aim to get to your apartment at a reasonable time.

His icy eyes locking onto the small of your back.

god so cute..

He blushed feverishly, his body involuntarily stepping towards your direction.

“M’Gotta follow you”

He said under his breath, his breath freezing into a fog.

The world around him faded as he became consumed by the desire, legs moving on their own.

Stalking you like pray.

Each night, a memorised routine.

Every time you left for your shift or returned to your cramped apartment.

He was there just a few paces behind, watching, learning more about stunning you who had captivated him so completely.

He’s been getting more brave, placing small letters with sweets, or a occasional 200 dollars

Discreetly placed in the shadows, for your eyes only.

The notes reading letters of total devolution.

Some saying “hope you like it dear!!”

More hearts than words on the letter.. but you have be been picking up on the more frequent gifts.

You had noticed the strange items but shrugged them off as a long overdue prank.

You we’re a busy women, the last thing you needed was to focus on an a anonymous admirer.

But today it was different.

After work, the bing of the elevator ringing in your ears, the old metal door screeching lightly.

Eyes in a daze seeking solace from today’s work at the café.

Heels tapping on the tiles, till your eyes meet yet again another gift.. this one was different.

A box?

You cocked an eye brow leaning down, picking up the box a letter as always strapped on it.

Different..

A quiet hum leaving you, unlocking your apartment.

Quiet taps entering the tiles of your home.

Dropping your bag, throwing the box onto the kitchen counter.

Undoing the expensive box…

Wait..

Is that..

Your eyes widen at what lied in the box.

It was a beautiful, 9 carat gold ring, with a single centre white diamond, it didn’t look like a lab one either..

You gasped dropping the small box back down to the counter, hands cupping your agape mouth.

This was to far.. a ring like this.. it had to cost a fortune..

You felt guilty, quickly closing the box.

For the whole night, you kept away from the ring.

Leaving it abandoned at your counter, rarely even touching the majestic ring.

The words “Let’s get married!!” Under the soft material holding the ring..

It finally clicked in your mind.. this wasn’t a joke..

It never was.. and you’ve been encouraging this behaviour.

You sighed leaning next to the ring, yawning.

What am I going to do with you..

You thought sighing, you know what the fuck it is.

Your going to bed

Slowly making way to your cozy room, changing mid walk, letting the dirty clothes litter the house.

Heels knocked off.

You’re too tired for this.

While you went into deep thought.

first, it was small.

A bouquet of daisies on your doorstep, a book of poetry you once mentioned to a friend.

And sweet notes with words that dripped with admiration.

To full blown marriage..

You groaned finally plummeting to your bed, eyes droopy.

Finally dozing off to a restless sleep, dreams haunted by shadows and whispers.

Maybe it was just a prank.

You reassure finally shuffling into a good position.

Heart rate dropping, eyes and body relaxing.

“Night stalker”

You lolled out..

Head plumenting into the pillow.

wait.. did you hear a chuckle.

You stirred awake, body still heavy from the lack of sleep.

But something felt different this night like morning.

You couldn’t move your legs nor your wrists..

What the?!

Eyes fluttered open quickly, taking in the dark scenery, nothing..

Wait.

You felt an aching pain between your thighs, like something was in the way??

Finally you heard it..

More like him.

You were greeted by a sight that made her heart race.

Who’s this?!

Eyes lidded still, feeling his cock twitch deep inside your tight walls..

Light whimpers were heard from Leon, hips frantically thrusting deep into you.

Tongue lolled out..

Your own accompanying his.

You tried moving feeling you still can’t move..

H-Handcuffs?

You thought tugging on them, Legs flailing, legs trying to come into your body.

A rough hand grabbing onto your thigh pushing your pussy wide open again.

His cock slamming in and out aggressively.

“Ah, ah, ah”

Leon whined thrusting more aggressively earning a whine.

Gently caressing the area he grabbed.

“Don’t be a bad girl~”

His diamond blue eyes intense with desire.

His hands were gently caressing your tied form.

As if you were the most precious treasure he had ever laid his eyes on.

His cock still thrusting deep inside your heat.

Earning a moan.

His cock even bulging out of you of you a little.

"Good morning well l-late, my princess.”

He cooed, leaning his head down to your belly button kissing you tenderly.

Leaving you very shocked yet very needy..

Blue eyes shimerinh into yours.

You heved and gasped, pussy clenching around him.

Only moaning back gently grinding your Clit on his base, quickly fucking your hole more aggressively.

If that’s what his baby wants then you’ll get it.

Arching your back slightly, offering your body to him.

Breasts, full and heavy, rose with your nimble movement, the nipples hardening in the cool nighttime air.

“M’love being all the way inside of you, baby”

He smiled still thrusting deep into your tight cunt, spilling his pre deep into your greedy thing.

You moaned, hands tangling in anything you could grab, head leaning back into the head board.

"You taste so sweet,"

He murmured against you, his breath hot on your sensitive flesh.

A slight nodding coming from you begging, Leon to ravage your cute cunt.

Like a dog on heat his thrusts growing faster till he stopped, still kissing at your skin.

His eyes lidded, blush nearly blood red.

“M’need to worship you pretty thing, gonna be carrying my babies”

He smile so smitten with you, you eyes going hazed.

As he changed plans, fucking you with slow, deliberate strokes.

Your moans filled the room, each thrust of his cock sending waves of pleasure through your aching body.

Leon showed no signs of stopping.

Feverishly kissing up and down his lips could reach.

He continued to worship your glistening pussy, his cock thrusting in and out, a few needy thrusts slipping out of him.

His fingers joined in, sliding inside you, filling you up as he kissed at your skin, thumb on your clit.

You cocked out a moan, with light pleas to how good he felt.

You cunt lubing up his cock, and fingers.

“N’gonna go feral..”

He said lightly, his blue eyes piercing yours searching for an answer.

You nodded lightly blush and drool covering your face.

Leon didn’t need anything else, reefing his fingers out of your greedy thing.

Speeding up like before, while he whined and whimpered.

“Saw ya not wearing your ring”

He said sadly, making you feel.. guilty?

I-It’s okay you’ll get used to it

He thought thrusting deeper, making your back arch.

“M’wherin mine”

He cooed Blue eyes looking at yours.

You looked, eyes squinted searching, finally seeing his larger fingers around your thigh, the ring was there.. huh..

Wait..

He’s the stalker..

Shit

B-but I locked- wait..

You sighed remembering you didn’t lock the door.

Ending up with you being dicked down by this lovesick psycho.

You could practically see his tail wagging while he plunged his cock into your heat.

“You like It don’t you??”

He asked happily going in auto pilot, fucking your fast and raw.

God you loved this, you pussy twitching around his aching length..

You nodded not giving a shit, while leon was left in la la land, fucking your pussy dry.

Cock hitting your g spot.

Pussy wrapping around him so good.

Cunt fluttering every so often.

Tip touching your cervix.

You felt your walls tighten around Leon,

“G-Gonna- ahh~ cum p-pretty thing”

He moaned thrusts stuttering every so often.

Till you felt it..

The feeling of his ropes cover your womb, filling your tight cunt, his constant caressing and affirmations.

While your cunt drinked him up for all his cock had to offer, his cock sliding out of your delicate cum filled folds still erect.

His smile growing, watching it ooz out just like his pre did when he saw you splayed out on your soft bed.

Fingers coming down to the escaping cum scooping it back into your greedy thing.

“Where you belong”

He cooed shoving to fingers into your pussy.

You whines coming from you.

Eyes lidded, lips plump, looks like this pussy needs a another round.

Soon enough Leon fixed himself back into his cop uniform.. wait him..

Great..

You huffed Leon only smiling, leaving the room bare.

Is he in my kitchen??

You thought your chest heaving still trying to listen for leon.

Then he shouted.

“Now let’s get that ring on”

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yellowjestertfs · 3 months ago

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Altered State: Part 1

IDK if anyone on here will be interested in this story, its kind of a long and slower but thought I would post it anyways. More parts coming next week!

Most great adventures start with a call to arms, a quest from on high, a declaration of purpose to serve the greater good. Edward’s and Leon’s started with a question asked through a mouthful of chips.

“Wanna play this new game dude?” Leon asked words barely intelligible. He stood in the doorway of their living room, his fat frame blocking most of the light. In one hand he held a bag of chips and in the other, he held up an unfamiliar battered keep case, the type that held video game disks inside. The thing had a red and blue design that Edward didn't recognize.

“I guess. What is that thing, will it work on my Wii?” Edward asked. He lay on the couch, long thin body taking up the whole thing but sat up and moved over to make room for his roommate.

Leon shook his head “I don’t think so dude, it's like super retro.” He walked over to the TV and started fiddling with the row of older consoles that belonged to their third roommate Alvis trying to see if any could accommodate the game. "It was free though." He said as he found the right one, an extremely retro blocky thing Edward was surprised even accepted disks. Leon booted up the system, the familiar hum of the machine filling the space. “I got it from that comic shop down the street. This buff dude at the counter just handed it to me. Said he thought I would put it to good use.”

“Alvis would kill you if he knew you were touching that,” Edward warned, always the one to show more caution.

“Fuck Alvis. If he didn't want it to be used he shouldn’t have bought it” Leon countered. Neither of the two were particularly big fans of their other roommate, but Leon especially hated his guts. He only let the guy live with them because it made the rent cheaper and because Alvis’ weird retro tech fit in with their decor of half-finished Lego sets, empty pizza boxes, and superhero posters, and because for the most part, Alvis left the two friends alone, spending all his time in the engineering building or fiddling with tech in his room.

Leon opened the case and took out a dusty disk, growing on it to reveal the title “Altered State” and the manufacturer HunkTech, neither of which either Leon or Edward had ever heard of. Leon put the game back into Alvis’s video game console and pressed play. The TV flickered for a moment, then exploded with color so bright it forced both of them to squint. Flashes of neon light, strange symbols, and spinning images seared into their eyes, leaving dancing after images. Neither of the friends could look away, their senses overwhelmed by the pulsating lights that burned into the back of their brains. And just as suddenly as it started, the TV went black and both friends came back to themselves.

“Oh shit" Edward muttered, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. "Your game just fried the TV!Alvis is going to kill you.”

Leon opened his mouth to defend himself but before he could a green holographic display blinked into existence, floating in the air right in front of him. Growing text marched across the living room floor reading:

"Welcome to Altered State.”

Leon’s jaw dropped. "Uh, Ed? You seeing this?”

Edward stood motionless for a moment too shocked to speak. “What the fuck” he breathed “What's going on?”

Both of their holograms shifted to display naked, pixelated 3D models of the two friends, hanging awkwardly in midair.

“Eww, what the hell,” Leon said. He tried to avert his gaze but the images followed the motion of his head and stayed even when he shut his eyes.

Neither of the projections was a particularly flattering sight to behold. Leon’s short, heavy frame was rendered in painful detail—his soft belly, narrow shoulders, pudgy limbs, and average penis were all fully extenuated under the brutally detailed holographic projection. Edward’s model didn’t fare any better. Tall and spindly, his twig-like arms and knobby knees, paired with a notoriously ugly face, gave him the appearance of a scarecrow. Edward was not helped much in its attractiveness by the acne on his face, the greasy thin hair on his head, and the pitifully small penis between his legs fully visible in the naked light of the hologram.

“Your the one with your dick in my face.” Edward shot back, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the display.

The hologram flickered again, and new text appeared below both their models:

Analyzing subjects…

The text began to blink as new displays blinked into existence on the peripheral of both their vision, only really notable if focused on. Various menus that displayed statistics quests and a list perks were all there, though all were currently blank. The words level one along with an empty an empty progress bar beneath appeared at the top of their filed of view, though only visible to themselves and not the other.

Neither of the two friends had time to examine the new features in detail as the words under their models shifted again.

“Analyzing Purpose: Class Selection”

"Class selected: Juggernaut.” Appeared under Leon’s character.

Leon blinked. "Juggernaut?" he repeated, unsure what to make of the development.

Edward snickered, “I think that's the fantasy term for fatty.”

But before Leon could respond, Edward’s display changed too:

"Class selected: Snake Charmer.”

“What like I’m going to play the flute?” Edward asked.

It was Leon's turn to laugh. “No bro, the game just called you a homo.”

It took Edward a second to understand. “Not funny,” he said swatting his best friend on the arm, blushing somehow harder. “This is seriously messed up. We need to go to the hospital or something.”

“Relax charmochondriac, don't you see what’s happening?”

“Group psychosis?” Edward guessed.

“No dude, we are in a video game, and we fucking rule at video games.”

“Leon” Edward said warningly. Before he could say more though quests populated onto both their displays.

“Dude chill this is awesome. My first quest is easy too. I bet I can get level ten before you.”

Edward wasn’t as ready to accept this rapid series of unexplainable events but he also wasn’t ready to let his best friend think he was a chicken. “Fine. I’ll meet you back at the house when I kick your ass.”

Leon laughed and with that both boys raced out the door, shoving each other playfully to get out first. From there both took off to opposite sides of campus, towards their various objectives and their differing yet intimately intertwined destinies.

Leon raced, or his version which was something between a fast walk and an awkward jog, across campus to his first quest. It seemed easy enough: “Go to the gym” it read. Leon wasn’t exactly one for physical fitness but he at least knew where the health center was from campus orientation tour.

Despite his slow pace by the time he reached it he was out of breath. For a moment he stood in front of automatic double doors, panting and intimidated. He stuck out like a sore thumb on this part of campus, dressed in the ratty strained Superman shirt and baggy shorts his protruding belly and wild unkempt hair stood in stark contrast to the muscular adonis in low tank tops and tall fit women in matching sports sets who brushed by him without a second thought. Mustering his courage Leon walked through the doors and into the gym. His ears were greeted by the sound of slamming weights, rhythmic grunts, and a small ding as he completed his first quest and leveled up. He watched as the experience bar filled fully, bumping his level up to two and filling his vision with notifications. The bar continued to fill until it had reached halfway to the next level. A notification appeared in a gray box with plain white blocky text.

You have reached level two. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.

Leon grinned as he felt himself change. He couldn’t actually feel himself getting smarter or more charismatic. He wasn't sure if that was because those were more cognitive stats or if it was because the increase was marginal compared to his strength. Either way, it was a strength that Leon felt himself receive. It wasn't much. Leon didn’t suddenly become a hulk or a bodybuilder but he felt something shift. His shoulders widened slightly, his chest inflated a bit and his butt became less saggy. A single vein buried deep in the layers of fat in his arm engorged itself with blood and snaked its way to the surface, pushed upwards by growing muscle and diminishing fat. He felt physically stronger, faster, like he might be able to actually run a bit without throwing up. He didn't actually look all that different, a quarter of an inch taller, a few pounds shifted from fat to muscle, but inside he felt amazing, electric, like this is what he was made for. Leon suspected that feeling had to do with the other notification waiting for him just below the first.

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Gym Rat: as a juggernaut, you feel comfortable in all athletic spaces.”

Leon felt all his worries and insecurities about being in the gym fade away. He scanned his student ID and strode past the muscled jock at the front counter confidently, flashing him a smile and a slight wave. Leon felt just as comfortable in the gym as if he was at the comic book shop, no more, he felt like he was at home chilling with Edward, like he could do anything and give a damn about who judged him. Leon knew he should be concerned about how this game had physically changed his body and mind so easily but he was too invigorated, too electrified, and he had another quest to do.

“Do a push-up.” It read simply.

Leon hadn’t tried to do a push-up since 8th grade gym class but he felt confident he was capable of it with the boost to strength he had received. Leon weaved through the various machines and stations manned by the university’s resident hunks and athletes, some gave him dirty looks but most looked right through him. Leon found he couldn’t care less. He found a corner of the free mat and assumed the push-up position. Despite the recent slight boost to his athleticism, it was a task easier said than done. Leon went down as far as he could until he felt his arms begin to shake, about an inch, then pushed himself up with substantial effort.

To his disappointment, the quest still read as incomplete. He reasoned it must be due to his, form. He tried to go lower but ended up face-first on the mat, unable to push himself up. He went to his knees and did a push-up but that didn’t count either. Nor did a push-up with his butt out in the air, or one in which he rested on the ground for a few seconds in the middle. Leon was about to give up when he saw a guy around his age approach.

He didn't have the same gorilla bulk as some of the huge men in the gym but his body was visibly lean and defined through his tee-shirt, maybe a runner. “Need any help there” he asked. Leon couldn’t tell if he was being genuine or mocking but his new total comfort in the gym provided by his “Gym Rat” perk made him not care.

“I’m trying to do a push-up.”

“Just one?” The guy asked with a grin.

“Gotta start somewhere,” Leon said humbly.

“Your problem is your stance.” He said. He instructed Leon to assume the plank position and then went about correcting Leon’s form. His arms were too close together, his core was not properly engaged, back not fully straight. The man introduced himself as Cal and then instructed Leon to try again. Leon tried another pushup lowering his body slowly “Lower, lower” Cal called Leon and complied though his face turned red and he wanted to die. Cal didn't let him stop till the tip of his dick was practically touching the mat. Then he went back up, slowly and with more exertion than he had ever used in his whole life.

He was rewarded with a ding and a slew of notifications.

“You have reached level three. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Perfect Form: as a juggernaut, you instinctually know the proper form to maximize the performance of any athletic endeavor.”

Leon felt his body shift again from where it lay crumpled on the mat. His stomach deflated slightly, and under his man boobs pecs started to form. His legs lengthened a bit causing his shorts to only reach his knees instead of past them. The changes were as small as the first but Leon couldn’t help but feel amazed. He tried to do another push-up and found that his body now naturally assumed the perfect position without him having to think about it. With his new points in strength, he was able to push out another perfect military-style push-up, and two more before he flopped down onto the mat, fully spent.

“You're getting the hang of it,” Cal said smiling. If he had seen Leon's body change he made no indication. “good luck on your workout,” he called out as he left.

“Yeah see you around man” Leon called after him. He felt on cloud nine. At this rate, Leon would reach level 10 by the hour. On cue, two more quests appeared for him to complete. He wondered how Edward was doing, if he had even gained one level by now. Maybe once Leon had power gamed his way into OP status he could help his friend with a quest or two.

Edward walked across the quad at a brisk pace. He would have run if his bony arms and legs didn't make him look like a chicken when he did. Edward wasn’t quite as sold on this whole bizarre real life video game thing as Leon was but he also wasn’t about to let Leon leave him in the dust. Edward's first quest was pretty simple if non-specific, “be within 50 feet of 30 or more people”.

Edwards tendency to avoid large crowds gave him the advantage of knowing exactly where they often were. The coffee shop by the quad came right to his mind. At this time of the day, the place was packed with students either leaving or going to their mid-day classes. The place terrified Edward, the thought of so many eyes on him, judging him, mocking him, and yet Edward reasoned there was no harm in at least checking the place out, it not as if the quest required him to talk to anyone.

As he walked Edward wondered at the game. Leon, true to self had accepted the game right away without question. If his friend was muscular instead of fat he might be called a himbo. It wasn’t that he was dumb, he was getting a degree in public health, but he also didn't have a habit of thinking things through particularly throughly. Their freshmen year Leon had built a glider out of the shower curtain and broke his arm jumping off the second floor of their dorm with it. And last year Leon had thought it was a good idea to subscribe to some shady porn website that had given his computer a virus so corruptive even tech wizard Alvis couldn’t remove it.

Though they were inseparable best friend Edward was the opposite. He was much more cautious about everything, sometimes to irrational extremes. Last semester Edward had almost dropped out because he was too nervous to get approval for his classes from his sociology advisor. If he was scared of his sixty-five year old sweet as candy professor talking to guys he liked was surly out of the question, not that he would have any hope of success with his appearance.

As Edward walked across the quad he avoided eye contact with students crowded onto the open green sitting and chatting or throwing frisbees. Edward felt drowned in the sea of people, though the lawn wasn’t nearly dense enough to fulfill the quest.

The line for the coffee shop was out the door which made him want to throw up. He walked slowly forward waiting for the quest to complete. Finally, when he was only a few feet away, practically in line the quest was fulfilled and his experience bar to level two filled fully.

Edward heard a “ding” in his head and several notifications filled his vision startling him.

“You have reached level two. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence +0.3 Strength.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“People Person: Those around you feel your natural charm and are more likely to accept you in a neutral or positive way, potentially even striking up a conversation.”

Edward felt a strange itch on his brow and a pressure on his jaw but ignored it. He didn't know what to make of the messages. The stats seemed somewhat consistent with role-playing video games, and he supposed the break down made sense with his class. Still, he wasn’t sure how something like charisma would be incorporated into real life, nor his new People Person perk. As a sociology major Edward knew all too well how complex human interaction was. The perk seemed to imply that not only would the game be changing him but also the people around him and their perceptions. He wasn’t sure if that was even possible not to mention ethical.

“Introduce yourself to a stranger,” the next quest said popping up on the side of Edward's vision. That more than any ethical quandary made Edward scared. It was all well and good for the game to claim that people would react positively to Edward but he knew firsthand that wasn’t true.

“Hey, are you in line” two girls who had walked up behind him asked. Edward froze, realizing he had positioned himself at an awkward spot half in line half not. The girls didn't seem disgusted by his presence but they also didn't seem particularly enthralled, they just wanted to get their coffee.

Edward nodded his head, the best he could do with his crippling social anxiety. He moved more obviously in line and the girl went back to chatting. As the line crept closer Edward tried and failed several times to work up the courage to introduce himself to the girls. He came up with various scenarios in his head of how he could make an introduction, all of which ended with the girl calling him a creep.

Finally, after ten minutes, Edward reached the front of the line. He realized in his attempts to complete the quest he hadn’t so much as glanced at the menu.

“What will you be having today” a tall tan worker asked, his tattooed arms pleasantly stretching out the sleeves of his shirt. Edward just opened and closed his mouth like a fish, mind suddenly blank of every coffee drink ever, including coffee.

The worker, whose name tag ironically read “Tag” saw his confusion and smiled. “It's a big menu I know. It's fall, so you can never go wrong with a PSL.” He saw Edwards look confused and he sheepishly clarified “Pumpkin spice latte.”

“I’ll do that,” Edward said, voice quiet but clear. He took a deep breath then before he could think about it blurted out “I’m Edward by the way”.

Tag gave a handsome grin and wrote the name on a cup. “Thanks, Edward, I’ll that get you out for you right away.”

Edward heard a “ding” but ignored it and the notifications that popped up as he paid on the tablet Tag turned towards him. His hands shook as he selected the largest tip options and stumbled over to the designated area to stand while waiting for a drink and looked at the notifications.

“You have reached level three. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Social Sync: You are naturally attuned to the tone and rhythm of conversation making awkward pauses and interruptions a thing of the past.”

New quests popped up as well, two this time. “Make someone laugh” and “Offer someone advice.”

As the messages appeared Edward felt the same strange pain in his face, like the soreness he sometimes got after smiling all day with Leon. He lifted a hand to his face and felt skin much smoother than his normal rough, dry, pockmarked complexion. His weak chin, which had always been a source of insecurity no longer felt totally concave but pushed out somewhat lending a strange sharpness to his jaw. Edward was about to take out his phone to examine his reflection when he heard a voice beside him.

“He’s so dreamy, isn’t he,” a man said in his right ear. All his life Edward had been painfully scrawny, wrists the size of cucumber and ribs showing through his pale skin. This man was even more slender like he could break with a strong gust of wind. He held a coffee cup that had the name Trent on the side. The guy didn't seem to mind Edwards's silence and continued staring at Tag longingly. “The coffee here is so bitter but the eye candy is so sweet” he mused.

“Yeah that guy is what I would call a full-sized candy bar” the comment came out before Edward had time to think. It was a mediocre joke, wordy and unoriginal to a fault, but to painfully shy and unfunny Edward he felt like he was a standup comedian. Trent smiled and gave a slight chuckle, though his quest remained incomplete, probably because the laugh was fake.

“He’s a Snickers, and let's just say I’m not allergic to nuts.” Edward tried again, this time eliciting a better reaction from Trent. A slight giggle was all it took for the quest to complete and Edwards' experience bar to increase half the way to level four.

“Well both of us are going to go hungry. He’s straight.”

“Really” Edward asked. As a closeted gay until he was 19, when he had finally worked up the courage to tell Leon, Edward thought he had pretty good gaydar, and that Tag guy was anything but straight. “How do you know?” He asked Social Sync perk causing him to put the perfect pause between his declaration of doubt and his question without him even noticing.

“He used to date some girl” Trent responded with a touch of disgust.

“Maybe he’s bi,” Edward said and Trent’s face lit up as if he had never considered the thought.

“Oh wow, do you really think so” He asked excitedly. “Now that you say it he is kind of flirty when he gives me my drink.”

“You should just go up and talk to him” Edward advised sagely. “I mean what is the worst that could happen.” The advice was hollow seeing as how Edward had never even breathed in the direction of any of his crushes. Trent seemed to sense this and looked at Edward dubiously. The game system however didn't seem to care. It marked his “give advice” quest as complete and alerted him he had reached level four with a ding. At this rate, Leon didn't stand a chance of reaching level ten before him.

“You have reached level four. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Charisma, +1 Intelligence, +0.3 Strength.”

“Sage: Your charisma gives you an innate knowledge of people's desires, both conscious and unconscious. Note: The higher your charisma the more attuned this sense becomes. Note: this effect is 92.22% more effective on people with a penis.”

Edward felt a shift both in his physiology and in his brain, like before he felt his face move, bones like continental plates drifting every so slightly apart into a more attractive configuration.

Inside his head, he felt something shift far more drastically. The three +1 boosts to his intelligence had been so slight he barely noticed them, just a slight speeding up of his thoughts and a boost to his reasoning ability. This new change in his mind was drastic, impossible not to notice. A sixth sense emerged, filling his head with a source of knowledge he wasn’t quite sure what to do with. It was almost as if he had gained the ability to read minds only not so strong and without any words, only feelings. Suddenly Edward felt Trent’s desire, a sexual one, not just for the barista, but also for the group of frat boys in the corner of the shop and strangely enough for Edward. He felt others' desires too, though much less clearly.

Two guys standing to his left both hoped the other would buy the alcohol for tonight's party. The other men in the shop only gave wisps of desire. Edward suspected that had something to do with proximity and his still relatively low charisma.

The women on the other hand Edward could barely sense, only receiving a small tingle like TV static instead of anything readable. Edward wondered at that strange 92.22% bonus towards men. Edward took a moment to reflect on the class he had been assigned. Could Leon be right? Could the name of his class be a gay joke, that he was meant to charm not venomous creatures in baskets but instead the snake in men's pants? It seemed somehow too vulgar for a video game though Edward knew that was illogical. If it was true it begged some concerning questions, like how the game had known he was gay and what exactly it was setting him up to do.

“Would you go talk to him?” Trent asked suddenly snapping Edward back to the present. His sixth sense faded to the back of his mind, though he could still sense Trent’s desire. “Sorry I know that's a lot to ask but I think you would have more luck than me.” He looked at Edward with puppy dog eyes filled with earnest hope. “Be my wingman?”

A notification appeared obscuring a part of Edward’s vision.

“Quest offered! Set up Trent and Tag romantically. Reward: XP”

A box under the quest notification had two boxes with “yes” and “no” options. Edward had no idea how to select either option. Out loud he said “I’ll do my best,” the notification disappeared and reappeared small in the quest part of his interface.

Trent smiled “Really? I can’t thank you enough.” He felt Trent’s desire shift from lust to hope. “Just like using a pickup line or something. Don’t make it too awkward” he said suddenly nervous.

“Don’t worry I got this,” Edward said with about 1000% times more confidence than he felt. He had absolutely no business getting other people's tail when he was still a virgin himself. Edward just knew he was going to make an absolute fool of himself.

It turned out that the quests to advance to level four were not as easy as Leon had imagined. The first quest “run a lap” proved exhausting but doable. Leon made his way to the elevated track that encircled the gym and with perfect form, if less perfect endurance, ran the loop. Before the game, Leon would have had to walk most of it, but the two levels and six points he had gained in strength allowed him to push through with a slow jog. The quest's completion bumped him 3/4 of the way to level four. He had no doubt the other quest would get him all the way there if only it was possible.

“Do a pull-up.” How hard could one pull up be? Extremely difficult it turned out. Dangling from the elevated bar Leon tried with all his might to heft his flabby body up. He only managed to lift his head halfway before the effort became too much and he was forced to give up.

Leon knew it wasn’t his form keeping him from completing the exercise like it had been with the push-up. Instead, it came down to a plain and simple lack of strength. Leon didn't know what to do. He felt frustrated that he had hit a roadblock so soon. He looked at the experience progress bar, so tantalizingly close to the next level. Maybe he would have to do it the old-fashioned way. Train his back and his biceps extensively until he could do a pull-up on his own. Leon knew something like that would take weeks if not months but he was nothing if not stubborn.

Determined not to give up Leon found a set of dumbbells and began to lift with perfect form. The activity didn't provide the same instant gratification as leveling up did, but Leon was starting to understand how people could get addicted to this. As he worked his eyes wandered to the graphical display imprinted on either side of his vision. He found he could unfocus on the information and the display would blur unobscuring his vision. He focused again and the quest and progress bar came back into his field of vision. Leon couldn’t tell if he was imagining it but it seemed as if the bar was more full. He did a few more curls and watched the progress bar tick up the tiniest amount. He lifted the other arm and it moved again. He grabbed the largest weight he could conceivably lift and using all this strength curled it with both arms, the progress bar moved, still not much but more than before. Leon grinned. He was pretty sure he had just found an exploit.

Thirty minutes later a tired Leon prepared for his last set of leg presses to get him to level four. The “exploit” he had found wasn’t as much of a hack as he had originally hoped. Working out gave him experience to fill the bar but not nearly as efficiently as quests. He had to go from machine to machine loading up the maximum amount of weight he could lift, not much, and completing various exercises until that part of his body was completely exhausted. His “perfect form” perk ensured that he was able to complete each exercise to its fullest despite not knowing how to do any of the exercises. All he had to do was approach a machine or a set of weights and his body would suddenly assume the position.

Even with his perfect form protecting him from injury Leon was exhausted. The day's gym session was more exercise than he had ever done in his life. His hair was matted to his forehead and dark sweat spots had appeared around the collar and pits of his Superman shirt. His body felt like a sack of bricks like he could fall asleep and not wake up till his next birthday. Leon persisted and as he performed his tenth leg press he heard a ding. His legs slammed back to their resting position and he breathed heavily, feeling his body begin to change and notifications pop up.

“You have reached level four. You receive attribute points based on your class: +3 Strength, +1 Charisma +0.3 Intelligence.”

“You have gained a class perk.”

“Animal Endurance: The rate at which athletic activities tire you is decreased significantly while the rate of recovery is greatly improved. Note: the potency of this effect scales off of strength.”

Leon felt his muscles harden, his arms bulge, his legs bulk up and shift. His core burned as his abs shredded themselves and strengthened. The layer of fat on Leon’s body, though still present thinned. Underneath it his muscles went from average to distinctly fit, no great titan yet but also not a slouch either. His weariness from all the exercise it took to reach level four drained away thanks to his perk and Leon once again felt reinvigorated.

He marched over to the nearest pull-up bar and with only a small amount of effort hoisted himself up with the power of his upper body. The completed quest brought him a third of the way up to level five. Two more quests appeared. “Bench press a third of your body weight.” And “exchange workout tips”. Neither seemed especially difficult.

Leon looked around to see if he could find Cal to knock out the more social of the quests but the helpful runner was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Leon found a benchpress machine and went to load it up. Leon was shocked to realize he had no idea what his body weight was. Before Altered Reality, Leon had weighed 230 pounds, now though he could be anything. Leon squinted at the holographic display in the sides of his vision and found with effort he was able to bring up a stats page.

Leon:

210 Pounds

5’10’’ Feet

Strength: 11

Charisma: 7

Intelligence: 8.9

When he played video games with his roommates Alvis was the one who focused on the numbers, min-maxing his character to be the strongest possible. Edward liked to talk to the NPCs, to understand the story, and Leon, well Leon liked to punch things and not worry too much about the boring stuff. Still, with his 8.9 in intelligence, Leon couldn't help but notice some changes to his body composition. There was the inch in height his body had gained from those three levels and the twenty pounds of weight he had lost. Leon suspected the total loss was more like 30 or 40 pounds of fat but that the added muscle made up the difference. His stats were interesting too. Leon hadn’t much thought about it but based on the quests and perks he had received the Juggernaut class seemed to be one that focused on athleticism. Despite that, he still received a marginal boost to charisma and intelligence at each level which he supposed were meant to keep him well rounded. Leon did the math, the current numbers would mean that his intelligence before the game had been eight, which seemed right, and his strength a two, also unfortunately right. The four in charisma seemed rude, but Leon supposed he had never had much luck with women for a reason.

Doing math once again Leon loaded up the bench press, factoring in the weight of the bar to reach seventy pounds one-third of his weight. He assumed the position under it, with perfect form thanks to his perk; then with substantial effort, Leon lifted the bar over his chest and with as much control as he could manage lowered it. That was the easy part, the hard part was pushing it back up. Leon clenched his toes, bugged his eyes, and pushed with all his eleven strength upward. His mind suddenly flashed to the bar crushing him, rolling down onto his neck and ending this game. Panic more than determination got the bar up and back to its starting position. The quest was completed and the progress bar to level five was filled in another third.

Only once the bar was fully returned to its resting position could Leon see the girl standing over him, upside down from his prone view.

“I was ready to pull that thing off you.” The girl said in something between a mix of condescension and admiration. Leon sat up.

“Umm, thanks.” He said nervously. He recognized this girl from his advanced biology seminar, although she didn't seem to know him. She looked very pretty with her high ponytail and tight yoga pants, which only made his voice stutter more. “I’m Leon.”

“Cassy,” she said.

An idea came to his mind. “Got any tips for this one?” Leon asked, hoping to knock out his remaining quest.

Before Cassy could answer though a tall man in a low-cut tank top that showed off his ripped torso and cannonball shoulders approached and wrapped his mammoth vascular arms around her. “Cassy, why the fuck are you talking to this fatty?” He asked as if Leon were some flaming garbage outside his window, offensive to his sight. Leon recognized him as a member of Alpha Sigma, one of the best and most dickish fraternities on campus.

“Fuck off Hunter” Cassy said rolling her eyes.

“Yeah fuck off Hunter” Leon repeated. He instantly regretted it.

Hunter's eyes went wide, and a vein on his neck began to pulse. Leon stared back at him with a level of defiance he knew defied both the social order and logic. Leon had always been brash, a trait now manifested in full force by the extreme comfort he felt in the gym due to his Gym Rat perk.

Cassy shot him a look asking if he was trying to get himself killed then turned to Hunter to defuse the situation. “Come on babe let's go.”

Hunter heard none of it. He got right up in Leon's face so close Leon could smell the sweat on his body and the ZYN in his breath. “Listen here tubby, this is a gym. The McDonalds is down the street. Now fuck off or I’ll turn your happy meal into chicken tenders. Ya hear?” He stood up and started to walk away Cassy unhappily following after him. “And don’t ever talk to my girl again homo.”

Leon knew he should be scared but instead, he found the whole interaction funny, his “Gym Rat” perk really might be working too well. “Got any gym tips for me” he called after Hunter, wanting to still get something out of the interaction. He couldn’t wait till he was bigger than that arrogant prick and no one could talk to him that way.

The frat bro turned around “Eat a fucking salad” he called. Leon’s last quest remained incomplete. He wondered why for a second then realized it said “exchange workout tips.”

“You should really get off the roids, it's killing the last two of your brain cells,” Leon called after him. Hunter moved to turn around, probably to beat the shit out of Leon but Cassy grabbed his hand and dragged him away. The quest completed and Leon reached level five. Not too bad for seven charisma he thought proudly. The now familiar ding sounded along with a wall of notifications. Leon began to feel strange. A biting ache began to thrum in the pit of his stomach. Doubled over Leon rushed to the bathroom, careful to head in in the opposite direction of Hunter and Cassy.

He burst into the empty men's room and then into the nearest stall he could find. As he sat on the toilet the pain intensified. Something was happening and it hurt like all hell.

Edward had no idea why Trent had even started talking to him. That wasn’t something people ever did to ugly Edward, maybe point and whisper, but never strike up a conversation and surly never ask him for help. It must be his stupid charisma and perks scrambling everyone's brain he concluded. Edward was about to turn back to Trent and tell him he had made a mistake and that he actually couldn’t help him when he heard “Edward” yell from behind the bar. He saw Tag the sexy fit barista holding a steaming to-go cup and looking around the coffee shop for Edward. Trent gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.

Edward felt as if he was moving in slow motion like he was making his way to the gallows. Tag saw him coming and smiled, extending the drink towards him. Edward reached out to take the drink, his finger ever so slightly brushing up against Tag’s hand in the process. He wasn’t sure if it was the touch or just the proximity but he felt his new “Sage” perk activate in vivid detail.

A picture suddenly flashed in Edward’s mind. A subterranean location full of flashing lights and loud rhythmic music, a rave Edward realized. He saw Tag standing alone in an open button-down shirt showing off sexy tattooed muscles. Edward flashed back to reality. His sudden vision had caused him to linger a bit too long grabbing his drink and he jerked his hand away awkwardly.

Edward retracted his hand and gave a smile hoping to save the moment. “Hey, are you going to the rave tonight?” Edward asked as casually as he could “I think I have seen you at a few before. I heard the one tonight is supposed to be especially hype.”

Tag seemed surprised for a moment then reassessed Edward his demeanor shifting from customer service friendly, to peer in-group easygoing. “You mean sewer fest? I want to man, but all my friends are busy tonight and I don’t want to go alone.”

“Oh damn that sucks,” Edward said. He was mindful of the stares he was getting from the other students around him but couldn’t bring himself to care, this was going too well. “I wish I could go but I have a paper I have to write tonight. My friend Trent was actually just saying he was thinking about going though.” Edward pointed back at Trent who gave a little wave.

“Oh, I know him.” Tag said when he saw Trent. “That would be sick man. I really don’t want to miss Sewer Fest. How about this,” he took a cup sleeve and started to write on it, “Give your friend my number and tell him to text me” he handed it to Edward.

“Will do. You two have fun” Edward said as he walked away. Trent looked at him wide-eyed and was about to say something but Edward made a signal that they shouldn’t talk about it inside.

“This is for you,” Edward said as he handed Trent Tag’s number once they were outside.

“No way. You're actually a god. How did you do that?” Trent asked amazed.

“Don’t get too excited,” Edward said sheepishly. “You're going to a rave, and it’s in the sewer.”

“A rave? You know what, I’ll take it. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh, it was nothing. Honestly, you helped me just as much as I helped you.”

Trent ignored the cryptic comment. “Well I should go, I guess I have to find an outfit to wear to a sewer. Would all white be a bad idea?” He handed Edward his phone. “Will you put your number in my phone? I’ll text you how tonight goes.”

The two exchanged information then Trent left. Edward stood there sipping his latte, which really was too bitter. He saw Trent typing out a message on his phone as he walked away.

Moments later Edward heard a “ding” as the quest was completed and he reached level five. Notifications sprung up in his vision, more than usual. Edward couldn’t read them, he couldn’t focus on anything. His mostly full coffee slipped out of his hand and spilled onto the ground as a golden nebula sprung up around him and his face and body were wracked with pain. He started to scream.

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ink & innocence - 23

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warnings: mentions of drugs, guns, violence and threats.

The night stretched thick and heavy over the city, swallowing the narrow backstreets in a shroud of secrecy. The air, damp with the lingering humidity of the day, clung to Harry’s skin, but he barely noticed. His focus was elsewhere— on the weight in his jacket pocket, on the hushed conversation happening a few feet away, on the way Zayn’s fingers tapped idly against his thigh, betraying the same silent anticipation that buzzed beneath Harry’s own skin.

They had done this enough times for it to feel almost routine. Almost. But it never quite settled into normalcy, not when the stakes were this high, not when one wrong move could send their world spiraling out of control.

Harry rolled his shoulders back, exhaling through his nose as he let his gaze sweep over the scene. The alley they were in was narrow, barely illuminated by the flickering neon sign from a closed-down shop at the far end. A car sat parked a few feet away, its tinted windows reflecting nothing but the dull glow of the streetlight. It had been there when they arrived. Waiting.

Zayn stood slightly ahead of him, speaking lowly to a man who looked like he belonged here— like the shadows bent for him rather than swallowed him whole. His posture was relaxed, but Harry knew better. Knew that beneath that calm exterior, Zayn was calculating every move, every word. They both were.

Harry's fingers flexed at his sides, itching to check his pocket again, to make sure everything was still where it needed to be. He didn’t. Instead, he glanced up at the sky, at the way the city lights bled into the darkness, blotting out the stars. Fitting.

The man Zayn was speaking to shifted, his eyes flicking over to Harry, assessing. Harry held his gaze, unreadable, unshaken, though something deep in his gut coiled tight.

A test. That’s what this was.

It always was.

Zayn gave the smallest nod, and Harry knew it was time.

He stepped forward, the pavement gritty beneath his boots, the weight in his pocket growing heavier with every measured step.

It was always like this— the quiet before the storm.

And tonight, the storm was just beginning.

The man across from them— Leone— was the kind of person you didn’t say no to. He stood tall and lean, his presence suffocating despite the open air of the alley. His suit, pressed and pristine, made him look out of place among the grime-streaked walls and trash-ridden pavement, but that was the point. He didn’t belong here. He ruled here.

Harry and Zayn had learned that the hard way.

They hadn’t signed up for this—not really. At first, it had seemed like a good deal: private tattoo work for clients who preferred discretion. Big money, no questions asked. That was what they were told. That was what they believed. But it didn’t take long for the truth to bleed through the lies.

The clients weren’t just private. They were criminals.

Drug runners. Middlemen. Enforcers. The mafia.

It made Harry bark out a laugh when he first heard. The mafia? How... fictional. What normal fuckin' men get tied into the mafia?

They couldn’t be seen in public, which meant they couldn’t walk into just any tattoo shop. That’s where Harry and Zayn came in. The shop had become a front for something bigger, something darker. And by the time they realized how deep they were in, it was too late to crawl back out.

Harry clenched his jaw as Leone’s men stepped in closer. The air between them was thick, suffocating. He knew what was coming. It always came to this.

"Goods are moving slow this week," Leone mused, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit. He pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before one of his men lit it for him. "Which means you two are going to help speed things up."

Harry stiffened as one of Leone’s lackeys shoved a small, tightly wrapped package into his jacket pocket.

He bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn’t react. That’s what they wanted—to see if he’d flinch. If he’d protest. If he’d be stupid enough to resist.

He didn’t. He never did.

Next to him, Zayn was going through the same thing. His face remained impassive, but Harry could see the way his fingers curled into fists at his sides. It was the only sign of his irritation, his frustration. They had talked about this before—how they hated the way it kept escalating. How the lines kept blurring.

Tattoo work for criminals had been one thing. They could ignore it. Push it aside. Pretend it was just another client, another piece of ink, another paycheck.

But this? This was different. This was them becoming part of it.

"Make sure it’s gone by tonight," Leone said, flicking ash onto the pavement. His tone was casual, but there was nothing casual about his stare. "And don’t think about fucking me over. You know how that ends."

Harry did know. He and Zayn both did.

They had seen what happened to the last guy who tried to back out.

They didn’t need a reminder.

Leone took a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling in the space between them. Then, with a sharp nod, he turned and walked toward the waiting car. His men followed without another word, leaving Harry and Zayn standing in the alley, the weight in their pockets heavier than ever.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

The city hummed around them, a distant siren wailing in the background, the occasional honk from traffic a few blocks over. Life continued, oblivious to the fact that, in this small, grimy alley, two men had just been forced deeper into a world they never wanted to be part of.

Zayn was the first to break the silence.

"Fucking hell." His voice was low, clipped.

Harry let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders back. "Yeah."

They didn’t need to say anything else.

This wasn’t the first time. And it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

The underground shop wasn’t much to look at. Tucked away beneath an old bar on the outskirts of town, it was dimly lit and smelled of antiseptic, cigarette smoke, and old leather. The walls were lined with black-and-gray sketches, flashes of ink designs that would never see the light of day outside of this place. The floors were worn concrete, stained in places with ink that had long since dried into the cracks. It looked like any other backroom tattoo shop— but Harry knew better.

This place had seen more than just ink.

Zayn pushed open the heavy door first, letting Harry follow behind. The moment they stepped inside, a few men lingering near the chairs looked up, nodding in acknowledgment. Some of them were clients, some of them runners—men who worked under Leone, who had their hands in things that Harry didn’t want to think too much about.

Zayn kept walking, heading toward the far end of the room where their tattoo stations were set up. Harry followed, his fingers twitching at his sides as he tried to shake off the weight pressing down on his chest.

They had made a decision before coming here tonight.

If they had to be a part of this shit, they were going to be smart about it. They weren’t just going to ink these guys and let them walk. They would only tattoo if they could push a bag along with the ink.

A trade. A transaction.

It gave them leverage. Gave them something to offer other than their skills.

Leone wanted the product moving, and if Harry and Zayn were going to be forced into this, they were going to do it on their terms.

Harry swallowed hard as he pulled on his gloves, his stomach twisting. He wasn’t sure if he was more disgusted by what they were doing—or by how easily they had adapted to it.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.

Instead, he turned his attention to the man settling into his chair. A regular. One of Leone’s dealers— Freddie, they called him. He was young, maybe early twenties, covered in ink from the neck down. He had a sharp grin, all cocky and self-assured, but there was something in his eyes that was dead.

“What’s it gonna be tonight?” Harry asked, forcing himself to sound normal.

Freddie smirked, rolling up his sleeve to reveal one of the only patches of bare skin on his body on his forearm. “Snake. Coiled. Make it mean.”

Harry nodded, setting up his ink.

Zayn was already working on another guy, his head low, his jaw clenched. Harry knew Zayn just wanted to get the hell out of here. He was the only reason they were still in one piece— because Zayn knew how to keep his head down, how to play the game, how to make sure they weren’t seen as weak.

Their phones buzzed again.

Harry’s fingers twitched as he pulled a paper towel over his station. He had a feeling he knew who it was.

Aspen.

The thought of her made his stomach twist even tighter. What the fuck was he doing?

He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be sitting in a dark room, trading ink for drugs, running a game that could get them both killed. She had no idea.

Aspen thought he was out working late at the shop. She thought he was sketching designs, prepping stencils, doing what he loved. She had no idea that he was here, in this world, in this mess. And if she ever found out… He exhaled sharply, shaking the thought from his head. He had to focus.

Freddie shifted in the chair, rolling his wrist. “You good, man?”

Harry nodded, jaw tight. “Yeah.”

A hand clamped down on his shoulder. The grip was firm, possessive. Harry didn’t have to look to know who it was. Leone.

The man stood over them, his presence an immediate shift in the air. The quiet chatter around the room died down.

His voice was smooth as he leaned in. “Shut ‘em off.”

Harry stiffened.

“What?”

Leone sighed, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. “Your phones,” he said, like he was explaining something simple to a child. “Turn them off. Completely. Power them down.” He took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke before his gaze flicked to Zayn, then back to Harry. “Or I’ll deal with it myself.”

The threat hung in the air like a noose. Harry knew what that meant.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he reached into his pocket. His fingers hovered over the power button, hesitating.

For a split second, he thought about Aspen again. Thought about her curled up on his couch, waiting for his text. Thought about how easy it would be to break the silence. To tell her something—anything—just to let her know he was okay.

But then Leone’s fingers tightened on his shoulder.

Harry long held the button, swiping the screen and powered the phone down.

The air in the underground shop was thick—thick with the scent of ink and antiseptic, thick with the weight of the deals being made under the buzzing of the tattoo machines. Harry could feel it pressing against his chest as he reached into his pocket, the baggie of powder smooth and weightless between his fingers as he pulled it free.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it toward Freddie, who caught it easily, holding it up between two fingers with an amused smirk. The plastic crinkled as he turned it, inspecting the fine, off-white substance inside.

"You know the deal," Harry muttered, keeping his voice level. "Bag and the ink, but you pay for both. You get ten off the total.”

Freddie exhaled sharply, tapping the bag against his thigh. "And if I don’t want the bag?"

Harry knew this game. Knew the back-and-forth. Some of these guys wanted to act like they had the upper hand, like they weren’t playing into the system that Leone had built. But at the end of the day, they always caved.

He leaned forward, resting his forearm against the armrest of the chair as he stared down at Freddie. “Then I don’t have to tattoo you, mate.” His voice was low, calm, but firm. “Take the deal, or take a walk.”

Freddie clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Man, you guys really doin’ it like that now? What happened to just ink? Y’all were cooler back then."

Harry’s jaw twitched.

Back then.

Back when he and Zayn thought this was just about tattooing people who didn’t want to be seen in public. Back before they realized the truth. Now, there was no getting out.

He wasn’t about to argue. Wasn’t about to explain to Freddie that they were just as trapped as the runners and the dealers, that every time they stepped foot in this place, they were gambling with their fucking lives.

Instead, he just shrugged, leaning back in his chair and reaching for his machine. "Take it or leave it, man. I got other clients waiting."

Freddie sat there for a moment, rolling the bag between his fingers before finally sighing. "Fine. Fuck it."

Relief unfurled in Harry’s chest, but he didn’t let it show. The faster they moved the product, the faster they could get the hell out for the night. Harry held on his palm, Freddie smacking the cash into it. The man shoved it into his free pocket, flicking the machine on.

Zayn was already in the thick of it, head down, machine buzzing as he worked on his client. He wasn’t talking much—not that he ever did here—but there was a stiffness in his shoulders that told Harry exactly how he was feeling.

Tense. Restless. Ready to be done. Harry felt the same.

With the deal settled, he dipped his needle into the ink, pressing it against Freddie’s skin. The machine hummed, a familiar and comforting sound, but his mind was elsewhere.

On Aspen, the way she looked at him, like he was something good. On the way she had no fucking clue what he was doing right now.

He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the lines, the shading, the muscle memory of his craft. But even as he worked, his phone sat silent and dark in his pocket, and Leone’s words echoed in his head.

The hum of the tattoo machines vibrated through Harry’s hands, a sensation he usually found grounding. But tonight, it was different. It felt heavier. Each stroke of the needle pressed against Freddie’s skin like a weight sinking deeper into his chest.

The dimly lit basement reeked of antiseptic, sweat, and the faint, acrid scent of smoke curling from a half-burned cigarette in the corner. The low murmur of conversations mingled with the buzz of ink being etched into flesh, creating an atmosphere thick with tension. This wasn’t like the shop upstairs—clean, legitimate, filled with walk-ins and regulars. Down here, the work was done in shadows, away from prying eyes. The clients came in hooded, masked, avoiding cameras, whispering names that weren’t their own.

It had been months since he and Zayn were pulled into this mess, tricked by the promise of good money for private tattoos. They had convinced themselves it was nothing more than ink. But now? Now they were waist-deep in something far worse. The tattoos were still their craft, their art, but the transactions that came with them—the ones that lined someone else’s pockets—made Harry’s stomach churn.

With a practiced hand, he wiped away excess ink and blood, his other hand firm on Freddie’s forearm as he continued shading in the design. His fingers, usually steady and sure, felt tight with tension. Across from him, Zayn worked in silence, his focus razor-sharp, but Harry knew him too well. He could see the clench in Zayn’s jaw, the slight stiffness in his movements. He was just as on edge, just as eager to finish and get the hell out.

Harry’s pockets felt lighter now, emptier than they had been when he and Zayn first arrived. At the start of the night, Leone had made sure their hands weren’t just full of ink, but also of little baggies filled with white powder. Forty of them.

They hadn’t wanted to take them.

Didn’t have a fucking choice.

So, they played the game, just as they had been forced to learn. Ink for a bag, the deal seamless, calculated. “You get both or you get neither,” Harry had told each client, his tone casual but firm. It worked. Some grumbled, some hesitated, but by the time the needle touched skin, they had all accepted their fate.

The work continued, hour after hour. Tattoos done in black and grey, intricate details woven into flesh under the artificial light. The men who came in weren’t like the ones who walked into the legitimate shop. These clients didn’t ask about aftercare, didn’t comment on the art. They came with purpose, with transactions in mind, their veins buzzing with whatever they had already taken before even stepping through the door.

Some of them left with two, three baggies, tossing crumpled bills onto the counter with a nod before slipping back into the night. Others shook hands with Leone’s men, exchanging quiet words that Harry and Zayn had learned not to listen to.

By the time the clock hit three in the morning, every single bag had been sold.

Harry exhaled, his shoulders stiff from hours of work, his fingers stained with ink. He flexed them out, watching as Zayn sat back, rubbing a hand down his face, exhaustion tugging at his features. They had done what they needed to do. Moved the product. Finished the ink.

And yet, the pit in Harry’s stomach didn’t settle.

His hands, the same ones that had traced soft patterns over Aspen’s skin, that had held her close, were the same hands that had just traded ink for drugs. The same hands that had counted cash they would never see, money that would be funneled straight back to Leone.

The air was still thick with the remnants of sweat, ink, and the acrid scent of burnt-out cigarettes crushed into the floor. The buzzing of the tattoo machines had died down, replaced by the low murmur of voices and the quiet shuffle of movement as the night wound down.

Harry sat at the metal table, the cool surface beneath his arms a stark contrast to the heat that still clung to his skin. In front of him, stacks of cash lay in neat, bundled piles, worn and crumpled from too many hands exchanging them in too many places.

Zayn was across from him, his fingers working methodically to tie up the stacks with thin rubber bands, the movements robotic, practiced. Neither of them spoke, not at first. There wasn’t much to say.

They had done what was expected of them.

Forty bags. Gone.

Tattoo after tattoo, ink embedded into skin alongside deals struck in the shadows. The clients had taken their product without hesitation, some more eager than others, some slipping extra bills onto the counter without a word, as if it was just another casual night. But to Harry, it would never feel normal.

He swallowed hard, watching as Zayn finished securing another bundle and pushed it toward the growing pile. His hands itched—not for the money, not for anything that came with it, but for the life that existed outside of this hellhole.

The life that felt further and further away.

They used to get a cut. Not anymore. Leone had decided their lives were their payment.

It was almost laughable, in a sick, twisted way. At the beginning, they thought they were getting rich off the work. Thought they’d stumbled into something illegal but manageable. They tattooed in secrecy, cash flowed in, and for a while, it had seemed like they had found a way to do what they loved while making more money than they ever could in a normal shop.

Then the truth sank in like a knife to the ribs.

They weren’t getting rich, they were getting used.

The money they made, the thousands of dollars sitting on this table, would never be theirs. Leone had stripped them of that illusion long ago. He had taken his cut, taken more, and when they had tried to question it, had tried to pull back, he made it clear— they were already bought. Their freedom, their safety, their lives— that was their payment.

Harry clenched his jaw, staring at the cash like it had personally wronged him. He counted the stacks, adding up the total in his head. Zayn did the same, their movements synchronized from too many nights of doing this exact routine. They both knew the number by the time the last band was wrapped around the final pile.

Seven grand.

Split between two men, it should have meant a few thousand each. Should have given them something to show for the hours they had spent, the risk they had taken. But they knew better.

Not a single bill belonged to them.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway, the weight behind them unmistakable. Harry barely lifted his gaze as Leone entered, flanked by two of his men. His presence carried the same suffocating dominance it always did, the kind that made even the most hardened men shrink back.

He didn’t acknowledge Harry or Zayn at first, only eyeing the table, the neat stacks of bills, as if inspecting their work like they were schoolboys handing in an assignment. Then, with slow precision, he reached out and pulled the money toward him, flicking through a stack with the ease of a man who had done this a thousand times before.

Zayn was the first to speak up. "Seven flat." His two words hung in Harry's ears like an echo, trying to claw its way out of his mind.

“Good work,” he muttered, barely looking at them. “Clean.”

Harry didn’t respond. Neither did Zayn.

They never did.

Leone smirked, amused by their silence, and pocketed the cash with a slow deliberation, as if making a show of it. As if reminding them again that they didn’t own a damn thing here. The smoke from Leone's cigarette burned a deep gray around them, a smirk tugging onto the corner of his lips around the bud.

Harry’s fists curled under the table, hidden from view.

This was their life now. And there wasn’t a damn thing they could do about it.

Leone took his time pocketing the cash, his fingers slow and deliberate as he ensured every last bill was secured in his jacket. He didn’t need to count it; he trusted them to do the job right. Not because they were trustworthy men, but because they had no other choice.

Harry exhaled quietly, keeping his face neutral as he watched Leone. He knew what was coming next—the same ending as always.

Leone stretched his shoulders before fixing his sharp, dark eyes on them. “You’re done for the night,” he announced, like he was doing them a favor.

Harry didn’t react. Neither did Zayn.

Leone’s lips curled slightly, as if he were enjoying the way they held back whatever it was they really wanted to say. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he added, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “I’ll be in touch. Soon.”

That was the only goodbye they ever got.

Leone turned and left, his men following without so much as a glance back.

A door slammed shut in the distance.

Silence settled over them, thick and heavy.

Harry let out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. His body felt tight, wound up with the stress of the night. His stomach twisted at the thought of doing this again. It wasn’t like they could turn it off, walk away, and pretend this wasn’t their reality. Leone always came back. And when he did, they answered.

Every time.

Zayn shoved back from the table, muttering, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Harry didn’t argue.

They moved quickly, exiting the underground shop with sharp, quiet steps. The air outside was thick, humid, the night stretching into early morning. The streetlights buzzed overhead, casting dim pools of light onto the cracked pavement as they made their way to the car.

Zayn climbed into the driver’s seat without a word, and Harry dropped into the passenger side, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. The doors shut with a dull thunk, sealing them inside.

Neither of them spoke at first.

There was nothing to say.

Zayn started the car, the engine grumbling to life. The dashboard clock read 3:37 AM. Too late. Too early. It didn’t matter anymore.

Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. The screen was black, lifeless, just like it had been since Leone had forced them to shut it off hours ago. He pressed the power button, waiting as it flickered back to life.

Zayn did the same, the glow of his screen illuminating his tired face.

As soon as their phones powered up, notifications flooded in. The screen filled with missed texts, calls, messages that had gone unanswered for hours. Harry’s stomach twisted as he scanned the names.

Aspen.

She had texted him. A few times.

He swallowed hard, unlocking his phone.

Aspen: hey, are you busy? 10:42 PM Aspen: i haven’t heard from you all night. :( everything okay? i love you 12:18 AM Aspen: Harry? 2:07 AM

Harry exhaled through his nose, guilt creeping up his spine. He should have answered. Should have come up with an excuse. But he hadn’t been able to. Leone had made sure of that.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He wanted to tell her something, anything, to ease the worry that he knew had built up in her. But what the hell was he supposed to say?

Sorry, I was busy tattooing drug dealers and selling their shit so I could keep my life.

Yeah. That would go over real well.

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to type something.

Harry: Just got out of work. I’m okay, I promise. Didn’t mean to worry you. Some dude offered to pay triple if we stayed to finish the whole thing in one session. Meet you soon?

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth either.

Harry: Sleep well, baby. I love you.

Next to him, Zayn let out a low breath. “Isobel called four times.”

Harry glanced over, watching as Zayn scrolled through his missed calls, his expression unreadable.

“They’re gonna start catching on,” Zayn muttered, tossing his phone onto the center console.

Harry knew he was right.

Aspen wasn’t stupid. Neither was Isobel. They had been keeping this under wraps for months, but eventually, the cracks were going to show. The late nights, the silence, the tension that lingered after every job—they wouldn’t be able to hide it forever.

But what choice did they have?

Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s just get home.”

Zayn didn’t argue.

The car pulled out onto the empty streets, the city lights flickering in the distance, their dull glow barely cutting through the inky blackness of the early morning. The hum of the engine was the only sound between them, save for the occasional creak of leather as one of them shifted in his seat.

The weight of the night pressed against their chests, settling into their bones like lead. Every inhale felt thick with exhaustion, but neither of them dared to close their eyes. Not yet.

Harry turned his head, staring out the window as the city blurred past. The neon signs from convenience stores and flickering streetlights cast broken reflections against the glass, distorting everything. It felt fitting. His whole life felt distorted lately—out of focus, twisted into something unrecognizable.

The soft strum of Zayn’s fingers against the steering wheel filled the quiet for a moment, the rhythmic tapping the only proof that they weren’t just ghosts in their own car. The road stretched ahead of them, cracked and empty, as if the city itself had turned its back on them.

Zayn sucked in a breath like he had something to say, but nothing came out.

Harry flexed his fingers in his lap, curling them into fists before relaxing them again, trying to shake away the stiffness creeping into his knuckles. His whole body felt tight, wound up from the hours they had spent in that suffocating room. His fingers still felt dirty, even after wiping them off. The ink, the blood, the residue of everything they had touched that night clung to his skin like a stain that wouldn’t wash away.

And the drugs.

He could still feel the weight of the baggies that had been stuffed into his pockets earlier in the night. They weren’t there anymore, but the phantom sensation lingered. Just hours ago, those little plastic bags had been their ticket to getting out of there, to keeping Leone off their backs for just a little longer.

But for how long?

"We have to get the hell out of there," Zayn finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse from hours of keeping quiet.

Harry turned his head, looking at him through tired eyes. Zayn glanced at him for half a second before turning his focus back on the road, his fingers gripping the wheel tighter.

"And how do you propose we do that?" Harry snapped back, his tone sharper than he intended. His patience was worn thin, his jaw already aching from how hard he’d been clenching it. "There is no way out, and I am not with pulling guns."

Zayn swallowed, his throat working around words he probably didn’t want to say out loud. "We can’t just sit back and do nothing. We have to find something to do. And if that means guns… then—."

"No." Harry cut him off before he could even finish, his voice edged with warning. "We aren’t on that level, Zayn. That isn’t what we do."

"You're telling me you wouldn’t pull a gun to save your life?"

"No."

"Yeah? What about Aspen’s then, huh?" Zayn shot back, voice suddenly sharp and unforgiving. "She's affected in this, too!"

Harry went rigid. His heart stilled for a second before it slammed hard against his ribs, his fists clenching so tight in his lap that his nails dug into his palms.

Zayn knew exactly where to hit him.

Even if Aspen didn’t know it yet, she was tangled in this just as much as they were. Leone knew everything. If they ran, he’d find leverage, and Harry had no doubt in his mind that Aspen would be the first thing he’d go after. He had no interest in leaving her behind, anyways. Bringing her would be just as dangerous. He sighed at his inner frustrations and shook his head.

The mere thought of it made his stomach churn.

"Exactly, H." Zayn’s voice was quieter now, less sharp but still firm.

Harry shook his head, his brows furrowing. "No, Zayn. That’s not who we are." His voice was tight, like it hurt to even say the words. "We just wait it out. Shut it, please."

"Wait it out?" Zayn echoed, his tone laced with disbelief. "Mate, they’re pulling guns on us for not staying in the lines! The longer we wait, the longer we’re their slaves. Do you not see that?"

"Shut up, Zayn!" Harry barked out, his voice echoing in the small space of the car. His head snapped toward the man beside him, his eyes burning with frustration and exhaustion. "Do you expect me to have a solution right now? I’m bloody tired, I can’t feel my hands, I left feeling half less of a man! Drop. It."

Zayn’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to argue, to push back. But then he exhaled heavily, shaking his head before muttering, "Fine. Whatever."

Silence blanketed them again, thick and suffocating. The road stretched on ahead, empty and endless. But neither of them could ignore the truth lingering between them.

Waiting it out wasn’t going to be an option for much longer.

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far from sober | H.S

my masterlist

part II

summary: you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.

warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk people (including close family members), fluff, sexual tension, brothers best friend, drunk crying lol

a/n: sorry I haven’t posted properly in a while! here’s a shorter piece while I work on some more stuff <3 plenty to come x

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Saying you were a bit drunk was a drastic understatement.

You were stumbling all over the place, heels becoming impractical now you were so intoxicated.

Harry, who knew you were going out with some of your family and friends tonight at the bar, had no idea what he was coming back to.

You don’t remember actually intending to get this drunk, but your Aunty had been egging the group on to do some shots, and before you know it you’re well past tipsy. Even your mum was getting drunker than you’d seen in years.

So all the other boys who’d gone out— including Harry— walk into the hotel bar. It was as chic as the lobby, just adorning some more neon signs and rustic bar stools.

Harry had gone out with them to look at a heap of shit that you and your female family members had little interest in. They’d insisted you all stay and just have a couple cocktails, since it was a holiday after all.

It was to their surprise when your same eager aunt bounded up to them when they popped through the door to the bar. They had expected tipsy, but not hammered.

“Oh my god!! You guys will not believe how good the cocktails are here!” She swooned, and they all glanced at each other with an amused chuckle.

“I think I just might believe it.” One of the boys piped up.

Most of them dispersed to find their significant others, family or friends amidst the bar, and see how much chaos was being caused.

But you’d b-lined straight for Harry, regardless of whether he was seeking you out.

His brows shot up when you collided with his side, “Harry!”

Your arms wrap around his middle and you end up latching onto him, practically using him to keep yourself upright.

“Oh!” He speaks in surprise, hands jumping up to brace around your lower back.

“Are you absolutely hammered too, love?” He chuckles and you bury your face into his chest.

“Yeaaaaa…” you drawl, a smile spreading onto your face.

“Everyone else is rounding up their partners. Suppose I’m in charge of you, yea?” He suggests, rubbing your back.

“Wanna—“ you hiccup, “have a drink with me?”

He shakes his head with amusement, “I think you’ve had plenty, sweetheart. We should get you back to your room.”

Most of your drunk family were getting escorted out by their respective people, being taken up to their hotel room before they can drink themselves any sillier.

This included your brother, Leon, who had his longtime girlfriend pulled into his side, holding her half up and laughing a little at her drunken slur.

He came to a stop when he seen both of you, eyes flitting between your two figures. A small twitch of his brows suggested he wasn’t sure of how he felt about the sight.

“You got her?” He asks, a protective edge to his voice. One that drunken you missed easily as you stayed plastered against him— which is something sober you would not do in general, let alone in front of your brother.

Harry nodded straight away, understanding his defensiveness over you since he feels the same about Gemma. He said softly, “Of course, I’ve got her mate. I’ll take her up to her room.”

Leon glanced at you again. Harry and him met when they were 9, and they’ve been best friends since then. He trusts Harry with his own life, and knows he’d never ever do anything that would hurt you, but his protective side is still flaring up.

Only when his girlfriend, Brie, complains of feeling nauseous he curtly nods, and continues heading for the door.

You are again, oblivious to all this, running your fingers along the tattoos exposed on his forearm— his sleeves rolled up to his elbows— putting his gorgeous skin out on display for you.

“I loveee your arms.” You slur, and his eyes shoot from the door back down to you.

He rarely sees you this drunk, and you’re suddenly very close— making comments that for many reasons are bringing a flush to his face.

“Y/N, Jesus you’re hammered.” He shakes his head, still smiling.

He slowly starts walking, “Cmon, let’s go. Y’brother is expecting me to get you back to your room in one piece.”

“You definitely won’t have a drink with me?” You whine, taking a few steps backwards trying to tug him in the direction of the bar instead of the door.

“Nope. Maybe tomorrow if you can even stomach alcohol.” He pushes the doors from the dimly lit bar open, and leads you into the back of the lobby that it’s connected to.

You squint at the dramatic change in lighting, which is hardly helping your sense of perception, or lack thereof, from the alcohol.

Harry’s hand has taken yours though, leading you to an elevator.

You noticed how warm it was, smooth against yours, aside from the rougher pads of his fingers from the years of playing guitar.

Being so off it, you could not keep that thought to yourself.

“Your hands are so soft, H. Like silk.” You say as you walk into the first elevator to open, squeezing his hand.

“First time anyone’s ever told me they feel like silk. I’m flattered.” He smiles, squeezing back.

“what floor are y’on, by the way? D’ya even remember— or are we a bit too wasted for numbers?” A teasing lilt is in his voice.

You half-laugh half-hiccup, “it’s… 7…?”

“You hardly sound certain about that.” He nudges you with a laugh, “It’s 12, we’re on the same one, remember.”

You laugh much harder than any sober person would, which makes it funnier to him. Since it was a mediocre joke at best.

You’re still laughing as you touch his chest with your palm, “you’re not funny.”

His gaze travels down to it, and he’s shocked at how touchy you are. You never do shit like this when you’re sober. His own amusement quickly takes the back seat, even though you’re still giggling.

However your face falls shortly after, laced with a curious gaze as you slide the neck of his long sleeve to the side, in search for the swallows inked onto his collar bones.

He watches as your eyes wander the small expanse of skin there, and how your fingers brush the tattoos.

“Having fun?” He asks, trying to joke again, but really he’s undeniably a little worked up.

“Yah, heaps.” You snap your gaze back up to him as you enthusiastically nod.

He hates the fact he’s blushing so hard right now over this, since you’re drunk and not completely in control, but he at the end of the day is a man with a very pretty girl— which happened to be you— pulling at his top like she wants it off him.

You hum to yourself, “Have such a pretty neck.” And you trail your hand up it, running a finger over his adams apple.

The elevator door opens like a blessing, and he quickly moves to make distance between the two of you.

“Can you remember your room number, darling? That’s one thing I actually don’t know.” He looks to you as you follow him out with clumsy moments.

“Uh… I dunno— wait I think the keycard is in my purse.”

He laughs at this— wondering if it will come to you in time once you sober up.

“Fuckkk.” You groan. “My purse is in Molly’s big handbag.”

The groan soon turns into a whine, because drunk and being slightly inconvenienced is not a good pair.

“It’s ok!” He amends quickly, trying to keep from having a drunken meltdown on his hands, “We’ll just got back to mine, only if you’re comfortable?”

He quickly prepares for you to not want that, “otherwise— I’ll call her, she didn’t seem too wasted, I’m sure she can—“

He’s interrupted by you, “I don’t mind going back with you.”

You say it with a confused look on you face, a tiny pout on your lips.

“Why would I be uncomfortable going with you?”

“Because… well— I’m not sure. I just wanted to leave you with other options.”

It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone together before— you’ve actually spent plenty, but just never with you drunk.

And so touchy.

“No. It’s ok. I love being with you!” You chuckle.

He leads you down the hall, pulling the keycard from his back pocket once he reaches his room, 3313.

The door clicks open, and he holds it open for you, following you in shortly after.

You’re still unstable on your feet, and one look at those heels, he’s surprised you haven’t ended up on the floor in the last ten minutes

They’re practically a health and safety issue. He can not imagine you getting them off right now— which is exactly what you’re about to bend over and attempt.

Before you can throw off your centre of gravity, he quickly says, “Go sit on the bed.”

You glance back over your shoulder, face only lit by the light from the lamp in the corner of the room.

“That’s a little forward, don’t you think, Harry?”

He toes off his own shoes, shaking his head immediately at your drunken misconception of what he asked.

“So I can take your shoes off.”

You make the few steps left to the bed safely, and you sit at the edge of it, still giggling as you say, “just my shoes, huh?”

“Yes.” He walks over, kneeling down on one knee, pulling your heeled foot up onto the strength of his thigh.

He fiddles momentarily with the laced up string, warm hands splayed on your calf, and choosing to ignore the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Christ. This is harder than he thought.

“I forget how hot you are sometimes.” You deadpan, and his jaw goes a little lax.

You’re usually playful, yes, but never do you breach into territory like this.

It was only others, like those at a family gathering, or your close friends, that would push to get stuff like that out of you like they were matchmakers.

There were many times that barbecues or some kind of event held at yours, Leon would invite Harry over. And if the two of you even interacted for just a second, someone in your family circle would tease you. Especially your own damn brother— it was a constant streamline of snarky comments from him.

“You are so drunk.” He mumble while pulling up your other foot.

You ignore his statement, thinking back to when he was a boy to now. He was cute— always was— but the way he looks now is just unmatchable.

“Have you always looked so… like… this?”

He chuckles, almost nervous, “what does question that even mean?”

“So pretty.” You clarify after a moment of trying to find the word.

“Ah, you’re only saying that because you’re plastered up the walls.” He laughs, and a dimple popped on his cheek, and your hand jumped into action before you could even think about it.

“Noooo, sober me thinks that too. She thinks you’re more than pretty.” You say, cupping his jaw, gently tracing the dimple that popped up.

He doesn’t know how to interpret any of this. His heart is jumping in his chest, and he’s trying to reason its genuinely just the alcohol in your system.

He holds eye contact as he slips off your other shoe, placing in neatly next to the other.

He stays there for a moment, unprepared for your next question.

“Can I kiss you?”

She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk…

“You’re drunk, sweetheart.” He says, and it’s painful— because he wants to, so fucking bad, but you’re not in a state to consent to literally anything at the moment.

And especially not in the mind frame to be making decisions like this.

You lean forward anyway, before he has a chance to avoid it, managing to meet his lips on your own terms.

He caved for a brief flash of time, and allows a second for himself to feel it, no longer than that though. Just a mere moment to take in the warm, soft feeling of your lips on his. It takes so much strength for him to not kiss you back, he has to focus on the task at hand— sobering you up and getting you safely asleep.

He pulls back after that single moment, leaving his forehead against yours, “baby, I know, I really…” he cuts himself off.

A deep inhale and he stands up, “Not tonight. Cmon, let’s get you out of your dress. You can wear something of mine.”

He walks over to his suitcase, anything to remove you from his sight for a moment, to reset his thought process. He pulls out a tshirt and pair of gym shorts, hoping they won’t be too big on you.

Turning back around, he convinces himself he’s fine. Placing the clothes from his bag on the bed beside you, his hands come under your arms, helping you stand up on flat feet for the first time in hours.

You lean into the touch, turning around so he can undo the back of your dress.

The feeling of his fingers brushing your back have you going wild, and the way they gently slide the zipper of your dress down.

His eyes lock with the back of your lacy bralette and he chooses not to follow your skin any further down.

You use your hands to slip the straps off your shoulders— and very quickly the dress is pooling at your feet.

A shaky inhale passes through his nose as now you stand in just your underwear and a seemingly very pretty bralette.

He reaches and picks up his shirt from the foot of the bed.

“Do you want to… take this off before…?” He gestures to your bralette when he catches your eyes.

You nod, reaching behind you to undo the clasp and allowing it to slip from your shoulders to the floor.

Harry puts all his focus on getting the tshirt over your head to cover you up.

Once it’s over your whole frame, you can’t help but smile.

He’s so nervy and cute around you.

“Thanks, Harry.” You smile, suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of adoration for him hit you.

It inflated up in your chest, and bubbled deep into the pit of your stomach.

It killed Harry to watch it happen, and although he had no idea what kind of thoughts were going on in your head, just seeing you light up like that…

You wrapped your arms around his middle again, just like you did when you ran up to him in the bar.

He placed his hands in your hair this time, taking in your scent— which was mixing with his own now that your were in his shirt.

“Love, if you were sober right now. God.” He confesses.

“Im sober enough.” You beg, even though it’s such a lie.

He still shakes his head against you, “‘M not gonna be that guy, Y/N. I have waited years just to have you. I can wait another night. Or week. Or a whole ‘nother year if that’s what it takes.”

This hits you hard.

And it felt like your 15 year old self could hear it up in the confines of your head it rung through you that loudly.

She loved him then, more than she’d ever admit. And sure, you’ve grown up from 15, but yet never once did you grow out of him.

As noted earlier, being drunk and inconvenienced is not a good pair. But being drunk and having someone say or do something sentimental like that is another level.

Tears immediately start to fall from your eyes, and he feels your chest shake at the sudden outburst of emotion.

He pulls back, thinking he’s done something wrong, or said the wrong thing, and an apology was immediately on the tip of his tongue.

But relief thrums through him as you tug him right back into the hug, “that’s— that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“The nicest thing a boys ever told me.”

“Sweetheart.” He coos as you cry, his own voice wobbly with emotion.

He feels like he’s on a roller coaster. 5 minutes ago it seemed all he could think about was the unspeakable things wanted to do to you, and now he just wants to lay you down and hold you until you fall asleep.

He forgets the shorts on the foot of the bed, shuffling the two of you up to where the head of it is— which was still unmade from last night when he’d slept in it.

He tugs you into it, pulling you tightly too his chest as your heads hit the pillows.

And he just hugs you.

Eventually, your crying subsides off, and you enter an indescribably calm state.

“I love you. I don’t even know if you’re going to remember this in the morning.” He sighs, “but fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You whisper, before your eyes begin to fall heavy, and those words were the last to leave your lips before you fell asleep.

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PART II, found here

a/n pt2:

back again guys, hello!

this is like an extended a/n, but I have a lil update. I saw harry for the very first time live 3 weeks ago. it was so so incredible, and the experience was by far the best time of my life. I miss harry so much i just feel sick ugh. he is perfect. auslot was amazing, he absolutely gave us his all.

that’s why I’ve been so absent on here, literally coping with my pcd a day at a time. I’ve written heaps but nothing I’m 100% happy with haha.

but anyways I just thought I’d share, thank you so much for your continued support and know there is plenty in the works x

all my love, <3

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #best friend!harry #fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #best friends brother #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles x you #best friends to lovers #friends to lovers #drunk! y/n

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lynn-tged-posting · 5 months ago

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wait, let me get this straight. a protagonist, that has blue as a main color, wields a sword for his weapon, has red by his eyes, has a killer sacrificial streak, and has an alt timeline counterpart that lost everyone he ever loved.

are we talking about leo ninja turtle or javier estate knight

...

... an alt timeline counterpart that lost everyone he ever loved...

textless!

"in what world/context would leonardo ninja turtle ever meet javier asrahan" genuinely? i could not tell you. portal shenanigans or something on leo's end i guess... he does get lost for quite a while according to the farewell comic, maybe this is one of the places he ends up. somehow...

javier has no idea what or who this turtle-creature-person is, but he can speak and seems friendly so it's probably fine. javier also has no clue what the heck a "phone" is, how to "take a selfie", or how to "skateboard", but the person - who claims to be named "neon leon" - seems to be very genuinely happy to be showing javier these things so playing along can't hurt, right?

"do you have pizza here? does fantasy europe know about pizza? what about pineapples?" the turtle muses, swiping away at that "phone" of his. javier is reminded of the many times lloyd would throw strange, new terms into their conversations. distantly, fondly, he wonders if it'd be worth asking the noble about all these new things he's learned from leon today.

(later, lloyd is finishing up a blueprint at his desk when his knight approaches, lost in thought, and asks,

"sir, do you know how to make a 'pizza'?"

"... javier. where the hell did you learn that."

"a turtle mentioned it. he visited the estate today."

"a what?")

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sugar-coated-prat-dragon · 6 months ago

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Title: Lancelot was not the only knight with honor.

Yet, the fandom is determined to paint the other knights as monsters, because of one scene. 🔑

I think it’s so weird how this fandom will take one scenario (Queen Gwen accusing Merlin of murder) and the knights locking him up for a single night to somehow act as if that throws five seasons of friendship/love out the window.

Queen Gwen (who the knights knew to be a sweet and kindhearted friend ) was the one who gave the order and they obeyed out of respect.

How else were they supposed to react?

We’re the supposed to turn the tables and lock their queen up for accusing him?

It seems like the fact that the knights didn’t immediately stage a coup and go on the run in protest of Merlin being arrested is somehow proof that they didn’t love him or wouldn’t try to protect him. 😬

Meanwhile, the knights merely reacted as anyone would understand the circumstances and locked him up for a single night, until it was proven he was innocent.

I mean obviously none of the knights would ever protect Merlin, if his magic came to light and if they had to choose. (sarcasm)

I don’t know how anyone can conceivably watch this show and believe the knights would standby idly watching as Arthur decided to kill Merlin for having magic and just let it happen?

If Merlin was actually in danger of being executed, the knights (excluding maybe Leon) would have 100% broken him out of the dungeons.

They would have 100% tried to intervene, if they thought Arthur would kill him.

I’m aware the knights swore their loyalty to Arthur and to serve him, but that doesn’t mean that they would accept him killing Merlin.

If you believe them swearing loyalty to their king, equals becoming a mindless zombie that kills without question and has no sense of honor.

Then I don’t know what to tell you, because that’s not the show I watched.

Lancelot swore his loyalty to Arthur, (even before he learned about Merlin’s magic) and he would have unquestionably protected him against the prince.

So if you think Lancelot is the only knight with any sense of honor or a heart…

Then I think that speaks volumes about how media representation nowadays has to be painted in neon colors and have colored coded tabs, for an audience to even conceivably reach conclusions that should otherwise be obvious. 🎨 👀

The knights (Gwaine, Percival, Elyan and Percival included) have a sense of honor and do not kill indiscriminately.

Otherwise, the knights would be villains.

And they are NOT.

#bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #bbc gwaine #bbc merlin knights of the round table #gwaine merlin #merlin percival #merlin elyan

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year ago

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leo and mikey, treat

(fav duo tbh, pretty underrated)

More Sidelined AU! Are you sick of me yet? Hopefully not because this has consumed my brain.

Part 1

Part 2

We're jumping ahead a bit in time to hopefully give you guys a bit more idea of The Flavor of this AU. And also to give it a bit of a happier note. It's not all doom and gloom!

No content warnings to speak of on this one

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Mikey lands on the roof and powers on his earpiece, whispering, "Mikey in position. Can you hear me, Base? Come in Base."

"Helloooo New York City," comes Leo's voice, loud and clear. "You're tuning into L.A.I.R 179.12, with your host, DJ Neon Leon! Bringing you the hottest rock from the other side of the millennia."

Mikey snickers, then tries to pull himself back together. "Leo, come on! I'm here."

"Who?"

He sighs, even though he isn't mad at all. "I'm here, DJ Neon Leon."

"Ohohoho, excellent." He hears the click of typing, and then Leo says, "Can you get me visuals, Shelldon?"

"Right away, Neon Leon," Shelldon's voice crackles through the comms. There's a moment of silence, and Mikey can just imagine Leo rolling his chair around his "command center."

(He and Donnie had spent ages building it to look like the bridge of the S.S. Starbolt, with added mobility access, of course. Leo loves it as much as Donnie loves his lab.)

"Got your visuals, dudes," says Shelldon. There's some more typing from Leo's end, then he says, "Alright, Miguel, you should see two guards coming around the building riiiiight... now!"

Sure enough, two guards in plainclothes circle either side of the old apartment building across the street. Mikey watches as the two of them meet in front of the entrance, exchange a few words, then turn and head back the way they came.

"Right on time, Leo."

"Perfect, we're synced." Some more typing, and then, "The rooftop will be clear - let me know when you're over there and I'll get you inside."

"Roger that," he says. "Mikey out." Then he clicks his earpiece to silenced.

A hop, skip, and a jump later he's on the opposite roof. There's a door here, and he edges toward it before contacting Leo again.

"I'm here!"

"Alright... Disabling alarms... now!" Mikey can just see how dramatically he must have pushed the button. "Check the door to see if it's locked."

Mikey reaches out and jiggles the handle, but it doesn't budge. "Locked."

"Alright, no problem - you got your lockpicks?"

"Yep!"

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Alright. Make me proud, little bro."

Mikey grins, pulling his lockpicking kit out of his gear. It takes him a few minutes, because he's nowhere near as fast at this as Leo is, but he gets it done without needing to ask for help. The training Leo made him go through is still fresh in his mind.

"Alright, I'm in," he says as he slips through the door. He's in a deserted stairwell, but just to be safe he crouches down into the shadows near the wall.

"So far, so good. You need to go down two flights of stairs. No guards are coming around right now, but keep it quiet just in case."

"Don't worry, I'll be silent as a mouse!"

"Knowing Dad that's not giving me as much confidence as you think."

Mikey giggles, then sucks in a breath and gets his game face on. Right. Silent. Ninja skills GO.

He does manage to make it to the right floor without major incident. There's no one in the hall when he enters, looking at the rows of numbered doors. He doesn't know why this is where the artifact is being kept hidden, but it doesn't matter.

"According to our intel, you should be looking for door four-oh-nine," says Leo. "The floor's clear, so get goin'."

"Got it," whispers Mikey, then hurries along in a silent crouch to the door Leo specified. He stops when he gets there, hissing in disappointment.

"What's up?"

"There's some kind of keypad lock."

"No problem. Just hook Donnie's doohickey in there."

Donnie would definitely hate it if he heard them calling it a "doohickey," and that makes Mikey grin. He pulls it out of his gear (it looks like a USB stick, but slightly thinner) and slips it into the maintenance slot on the keypad.

"Alriiight, hacking in progress," says Leo. "Big solo mish is going pretty smoothly so far, huh?"

"Yep," says Mikey proudly. "Told you guys I got this."

"That you did. Oh, and... alakazam!"

There's a click as he says it, then the red light on the keypad turns green. Mikey grins and opens the door, slipping inside the dusty apartment.

"You're getting pretty good at that hacking thing."

"Uh, you know I don't actually hack anything, right bud? I just get Shelly here to do it for me, or shoot it off to Dee if it's too complex."

"Don't sell yourself so short, dude!" says Shelldon. "You're picking it up real quick!"

"Ugh, don't say that. It makes me sound like nerd."

Mikey laughs again, searching the apartment for... well, he's not sure exactly. But he's pretty sure he'll know it when he sees it.

"What's the Foot Clan want this thing for, anyway?" he asks.

"Ours is not to question why, Miguel. I'm leaving that question for Donnie to answer."

"Mm... guess so..." He's about to say something else, but then he feels... something. Like a pulse, getting stronger as he moves toward a closet.

"...I think... I can feel it."

"Feel it?"

"Yeah... it's like..." He frowns, moving forward. "Like it's calling to me."

He opens the closet to find a safe. It also has an electronic lock, so once again he inserts the doohickey. The safe door opens with a click, and he peers inside.

There's only one item: a glittering green stone, with markings he doesn't understand carved in its surface. The pulse is super strong now, waves of energy washing over Mikey. Whatever this thing is, it's definitely powerful.

"I found it!" he says to Leo, a little louder than he should. He reaches in and wraps his fingers around it.

"Great! Hold on, just let me see if-"

Before he finishes his sentence, Mikey pulls the stone out - and immediately a loud alarm starts blaring, making him jump.

"What the heck is that!?" he yelps, jumping to his feet. He hears Leo curse on the other end of the line.

"Pressure alarm. Get out of there!"

The windows are barred - it's why he didn't come in that way in the first place. Mikey has no choice but to go back the way he came, dashing into the hallway. He turns on his heel and is making for the stairwell when his earpiece crackles again.

"No good, they're coming up the stairs."

"Then where am I supposed to go!?" he asks, frantic. All the windows are barred in the hallway, too, so that's no good.

"Okay, okay, hold on... oh, I got it! Opposite direction, about five doors down. Laundry chute."

Mikey sprints. Just as he hears the door of the stairwell open, he's tipping into the chute, pulling his limbs into his shell.

Getting chased by guards? No fun. Sliding down a laundry chute? Very fun.

"Whoooohoohooo!" he cheers when he reaches the bottom, landing in a pile of old rags and t-shirts. "That was awesome!"

"I remember having a distinctly less fun time the last time I had to do that," says Leo. "Anyway, stay there. I'm going to set off the roof access alarms and lure the guards up top, then you go up the stairs and slip out the front. Got it?"

"Got it!"

Leo's plan goes perfectly, and within a few minutes he's back outside. One later and he's back on the rooftops, running to safety.

"Yessss!" he yells once he's finally far enough away, jumping in the air and pumping his fist. "Mission successful baby!"

"I knew you could do it, little bro!" cheers Leo, his voice full of pride, and it makes Mikey beam.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Leo," he says back, truthfully.

It takes Leo a second to answer, which puts the smallest damper on Mikey's enthusiasm, but finally he comes back with, "Sure thing. You know I'm always here to help."

It's not perfect. But it's getting better. Leo is getting better, every day.

Mikey's celebratory mood cannot be quashed. He whoops again, eliciting laughs from Leo's end.

"Alright, now get your butt home before Raph freaks out. He's walked past my door twelve times."

"Thirteen," Shelldon corrects.

"Thirteen!" Leo echoes.

"You got it! Mikey out!"

He clicks the earpiece to silent, then runs and jumps to the next roof with an extra spring in his step. His solo mission was a complete success!

Of course, no missions were truly solo anymore. Not with his faithful older brother ever in his ear.

#dandy fanfiction #rottmnt #dandy trick or treat #rise mikey #rise leo #sidelined au #I told you it would get better <3

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fizzywashere87 · 8 months ago

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Erm... Trans Masc reader x R!Mikey fluff? Pls?

TM!Reader x R!Donnie fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Leo fluff?

TM!Reader x R!Raph fluff?

Any fluff pls

Im feeling low-key melancholy (u know why) and I need comfort

Or if your cool with it, gut wrenching angst that will make me hurt to the very core of my being and make me cry like a baby?

-xoxo Nardo

notes: yes. just yes. okay, i apologize in advance if these are not what you wanted/posted too late... but i hope you enjoy pookie!! i'm gonna write them as hcs so you get all in one AND it's not built like a script!

Hehe just in time for Pride Month! :3

HAPPY PRIDE!

Masterlist

Warnings: male reader, male pronouns used, cussing?, fluff!!

RotTMNT x TransMasc! Reader

~Raph-a-Doodle~

Okay, we all know cuzzo's like the biggest sweetheart-

He's going to love you unconditionally for two reasons

One, in his mind, nothing can be worse than his whole.. situation.

Two, you're literally the most majestic, the most gracious person and lover to ever walk the earth! In his eyes strictly- not mine /J /NS I JS WANTED TO BE FUNNY

Raph's gonna support you no matter what decisions you make in life and he's going to follow your every move :3 -seriously he cannot live without you-

Is on top of your pronouns and will threaten anyone who tries to a fuckass skank

TAKING YOU TO PRIDE PARADES

He'd get you like the Transgender flag but like the big one so you can wear it like a cape! -He says you're his hero and heroes have capes :3

Also gets you tinier flags and pins so you can wave 'em n wear 'em -hehe see what i did with the alliteration?

You can sit on his shoulders 'cuz you know he's tall and stuff

Best experience ever bro

He is also adorned in the Pride Attire™

OMG yk like the lil corks they put on sharp things?

You put some of those on him but like it's pride (cuz you know- you gay an stuff /ref) and now it's a festive safety feature!

Proudly displays you to the world an' I wanna make that so clear

"This is my s/o! Ain't he just the handsomest?"

Yeah he's cute

Helps you with anything you need

If you choose to bind he'll help make sure it's on safely and shit

Raph always makes sure you're comfortable and happy

If you're happy he's happy!

Raph loves you and he'll treat you the same (just with these added perks) no matter what- as long as you're happy my boy is thriving

~Neon-Leon~

Now this one-

This one...

Motherfucker's gay as shit we already know-

Yeah no fucking surprise there when this one came outta the closet

He's probably TransMasc too :3

"It's cause I'm gay isn't it?"

Yes tf-

Okay but like he's good to you and that's all that matters

Again, he doesn't treat you all that different besides the added perks >v<

He's such a simp for you don't let his annoying attitude fool you

Bro's gay and homophobic for you /ref amor would understand

Helps you with whatever you need, seriously

Call him and he's a portal away

Big help with transitioning

His room's got a big ass section dedicated to pride

Flags, pins, posters, uhm- what's with the sock and why is it hard as a rock?

"DON'T TOUCH THAT-"

"EW YOU FUCKING WANKER WHY DID YOU LEAVE THAT THERE?!"

aw what the shit man.

Don't speak of that with him he'll get pissy and you don't wanna deal with Pissy Leo™

PRIDE PARADE!

Y'all have the most Gender Fits™ istg

ADORNED IN FESTIVE CLOTHING FOR THE FESTIVE EVENT!!

Both of you guys are wearing the flag-cape thingy I'm not sure what to call

You went with the Transgender Theme and he went with the Gay Theme

Says it suits his color n he's not lying

Another one to proudly displays you

"MAKE WAY FOR MY MOST HANDSOMEST BOYFRIEND PEASANTS!!"

"Nobody's in the way Leo." April would roll her eyes alongside the rest of his brothers

You'd either match Leo's energy or tell him to stfu-

Back to the pride parade-

Nobody actually gives a fuck he's green

"I know a place," Ahh boyfriend

You guys have a blast marching around and the Gender Fits™ are your new favorite outfits

He loves you so much and he will show it through his one liners/pickups lines

It's really bad-

"Are you testosterone because you're testing my heart strings!"

*Receives the window treatment*

Gayest couple in New York but you guys OWN IT

~Othello Von Ryan~

Bro is literally indifferent

It's not that Donnie doesn't care- no he cares tenfolds and it shows

But he also doesn't care

Like he doesn't make as big of a commotion about it verbally

He does show you off literally everywhere tho-

"Ah yes, my superbly handsome s/o, [Name]!"

And he does have a pride section in his lab :3

He's just Autistic ∞

Is on top of allat medical shit for you

And also will help you with literally anything you need

"Donnie, it's Pride Month, you know what that means!" "Huh? Do you want me to like- make gay tech? What?" /reffff

Yes tf

And he does just that

He ended up making you a Lil' Reminder Guy

It reminds you to like- do stuff

Ion wtv tf you want

Just tell it when it needs to tell you to Do Stuff™ and it will

Take meds, walk the dog, eat, drink water, SLEEP

And it's gay LMFAO

Also probably created a pride flag printer :0

He's literally the best omgie

He's smart and hot?

insert ring on finger plz -><-

Except you giggle cause 👉👌

PRIDE PARADE!

Donnie picks out your Gender Fit™ because he needs "his handsome significant other looking his best!"

Any of them masturbators wanna be dickheads? There's now a virus taking over their whole ass phone and it spread to their computer

He swears it wasn't him and it happened to be convenient timing

You let it go 'cause what the fuck they had it coming

Man the love is seen and is On The Brain™

Donnie does literally anything for you and will do it with Pride~

~Magic Mike~

Mans is all for it but in uppercase letters

Mikey's second favorite thing about Pride is defo the colors

The first being people being able to be themselves and all the happy faces :3

It's pretty much his scene

You give him literally the biggest excuse to be A r t i s t i c

Drawing on you 24/7 hkhuyhgygti-

Displaying you like his biggest achievement

In his eyes, you are again, his eyes, not mine /J AGAIN SORRY IM NOT FUNNY-

"Look at my adorable s/o, [Name]! Isn't he sososos adorable?"

The threatening stare he gives after makes anyone shit their pants and they will not DARE to disagree

Mikey will do literally anything for you and is another one to do it with Pride~

PRIDE PARADE!

He won't fully leave you to pick out the fit but he is definitely pitching in A LOT

"You would look so amazing and handsome if you put it with this!!"

Places the cape on you so dramatically you laugh every time

Paints your face for the occasion

Cannot convince me he doesn't make a face while doing it LMFAO

Dating Mikey means you've got yourself a guard dog

Should anyone imply that you're anything besides amazing?

He's sending their fuckass twinkass self beyond where they came from-

Heavily assisting in your transition

Whatever you need is there as fast as he can possibly cause it "cause it"?

Mikey makes fun in all the annoying and uncomfy stuff you'd have to get through and you're so grateful you have him there to help

Also has a pride section in his room

It's so bright and colorful between all the flags and posters and pins

He collects those pins like they're sports cards

You literally give him an excuse to be so A r t i s t i c

His muse istg-

"My handsome angel face!! Look what I made! I seen something that made me think of you, and then it gave me an idea to paint this!!"

Your heart fucking melted oml

He's so precious bro

Holds you extra tight because he loves you so much

He'd do anything and everything for you

No matter what you do or say he'll always stick with you <3

don't click see more to see the tags. i had a lil too much time on my hands-

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turtle-sister-april · 10 months ago

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It’s alright skull (/gen), the curse got me again later on so it’s probably better that you missed it.

Happy Birthday, dearest April. /g

We tried our best to get them accurate for you! ✨️

~ @donniesexceptionalmind

Awwww they’re adorable and perfect!💚

Thank you so much guys you’re the best. /gen

#birthday curse #turtle net #neon leons messy mind palace #donnies exceptional mind #mikeys world of feelings #raph a roni blog #april chat #skullivan speaks #rottmnt

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goldenfigtree · 1 year ago

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Noise Complaint

Summary: AU where Leon Kennedy's first day isn't being attacked by zombies but handling a noise complaint which leads to a... miscommunication on your part

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Okay this is Part 1 of a concept that I thought was pretty humorous. part two here! The Porch Swing.

Feel free to let me know what you think :)

The police car door shut abruptly from the force of Office Kennedy’s arm. Hands dropping to his side, he feels the ground pulse a rhythm beneath him. His eyes scanned the area before they planted on the view of a house, neon lights projecting out of it. He let out a sigh of agitation.

When he told the chief he was ready to go on patrol this wasn’t exactly what he meant. He figured he’d be doing what he signed up for in the first place. Helping people, not telling partygoers to keep their music down. It was definitely given to him because no one else wanted to do it. Give the rookie the dirty work while the other more experienced officers do the real work. That’s definitely what they did. But hey, he had to start somewhere. With a huff of encouragement to himself, he approaches the house, which is practically vibrating with party music and boisterous laughter, and knocks.

To no avail.

Tightening his lips, he knocks again.

Still nothing.

He holds up his fist to knock on the door one last time until the door suddenly swings open, revealing you. A red cup in your hand and the other hand gripping for dear life on the door knob as you hold your weight against the door.

“Heyyyy” you slur, a bubbly giggle trailing behind it. lowering his fist, he hesitantly greets you back,

“Uh.. hi. I’m here because we received a noise complaint for this locat—“

“Oohhh” you interrupt, “that’s right, the noise complaint” in a fit of giggles you smile at him mischievously. For what reason, Leon had no idea. But seeing that you were obviously drunk, he just figured you were just saying things, to say things,

“Right” he gingerly responds, narrowing his eyes at your demeanor, “I’m going to have to ask you to turn down the volume a bit”

“Uh huh” you say mindlessly before grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the chaotic environment,

“Leslie the stripper is here!”

“The what?!” Leon exclaims. However you don’t hear him over the loud music and drag him through the crowds of people, “I’m not a stripper!” He yells over the music

“Yeah I know you’re a stripper! You know you’re actually a half hour late!” You yell back,

“No, I said I’m not a—“

“Leslie! There you are!” Once you find a familiar face wearing a bridal sash, you come to a sudden halt, Leon bumping into you in the process with an annoyed groan, “the stripper is here!” You teasingly say in a sing-song voice.

While you were fully convinced that officer Kennedy was a stripper, her friend panically glanced between you and him, “um, that’s an actual cop” Leslie says sheepishly. You, still drunk and still brutally honest, turn your head to look at him. Your eyelids lower and lift as you shamelessly check him out,

“Are you sure? He’s too hot to be a cop” the sentence alone makes the hairs on his arms stand up and all the blood in his body rush to his face. With all the patience he has, he takes a deep inhale and leans forward to speak to Leslie,

“There’s been multiple noise complaints about this party so I suggest you put this party to rest or I will” Leon says loud enough for both you and Leslie to hear. Before you could protest, Leslie swings an arm around you and covers your mouth with her hand.

“We’ll close it down, sorry about the inconvenience” Leslie says apologetically while you try to wriggle free from her grasp. Begrudgingly, Leon moves his way through the crowd until he finally makes it to the door. Relieved to finally be out of the chaos he sits in his police car and leans his head against the headrest,

“One hell of a first day” he murmurs to himself.

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The next morning was less chaotic than the booming music and the overwhelming smell of alcohol of the night prior. However, against his will, he was reminded of last night by his fellow police officers once he walked in, asking how the patrol went. Not wanting to be the laughing stock of the police station as a cherry on top, he failed to mention the part where you called him a stripper.

Yeah, he still hasn’t gotten over it.

After a bit of poking fun, he started his work day with paperwork. Although boring, he’d take filling out forms over being mistaken for stripper anyway. He hoped the mindless work would take his mind off of it. Yet, it only made him dwell even further. The thought of it made him aggressively swish and press his pen tip harder on the paper as he signed his signature in one designated box.

“Hey Rosa” His head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn’t forget that voice even if he tried. Turning he sees you conversing with the receptionist at the front desk,

“Hey how’s it going?” The receptionist greets

“The usual, just dropping off lunch for Will” you casually say, holding a paper bag in one hand and a pair of sunglasses in the other. Standing up from his desk, he readies himself to confront you once and for all. One foot after the other, he gets closer and closer to the front desk. However, you’re so enthralled in your conversation with the receptionist that you only look up when he clears his throat. You look at him and politely smile, in which Leon doesn’t return,

“Hi, I’m Officer Kennedy”

“New recruit? I don’t think I’ve seen you before” Your polite smile soon drops when you notice Leon giving you an incredulous look. All of a sudden, all the things he was going to say to tell you off fell back into his throat. His tongue felt like it was stuck to the top of his mouth, “Are you okay? You don’t look so good” you ask softly, your eyes filled with concern.

She doesn’t remember anything from last night? Of course she doesn’t remember she was drunk! What was I thinking?

His mind was spinning. Expecting a careless, bigmouthed partygoer, he is instead met with a nice girl with a pretty smile. How the hell was he going to get out of this without looking like a dumbfound idiot?

Clearing his throat he tries his best to calm his nerves, although it was a bit of a dumpster fire in his mind at the moment, “Do you… need something?” He musters to ask. Flashing a sweet smile again, you lift up the paper bag you were holding,

“My brother works here, just dropping off his lunch. He always forgets it”

“Ah.. well it was nice to meet you” Leon weakly greets with a shy grin backing away from the receptionist desk slowly to his own desk.

“You too, see you around”

And with that, he resumes his paperwork, his mind spinning like a tire rolling from its axel. Not sure what to think anymore when it came to you. Was he supposed to act like nothing happened? He didn’t know if he could. Subconsciously shaking his head free from his dwelling he decides that it’s a problem for another day.

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ninelieswithme · 8 months ago

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𝙰 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ RE2 Rᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇ Lᴇᴏɴ Kᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ X Fᴇᴍ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

The neon hum of the gas station sign, pulsing against the shadowed rainy night in raccoon city.

its harsh light illuminating the greasy sheen of the asphalt concrete.

The air hung heavy with the scent of gasoline.

Hearing a light screech of tires hitting the cemented ground.

A green jeep coming into frame of sight behind the resister.

Leon Kennedy..

A fairly young attractive (attractive af) rookie police officer with auburn brown hair, accompanied with icy blue eyes, unmoving in his navy green jeep.

His body still.

Eye’s focused with burning intensity.

His senses still as rain drummed on the metal roof of the gas station.

Taking in all the scenes.

A police cars flickering lights catch his attention.

Its metal structure practically slammed into a fuel pump.

As ruffled sounds came deeper within the small shop.

Only a hour ago, things were normal.

Well for you at least.

Now look at it.

Some rabid person nearly bit you.

You fought back, a bit too hard.

You slammed them in the head, slashing them with your box cutter.

Blood pooled at Y/C shoes.

Their body stilled.

You panicked calling the police. They were no help.

As always.

But instead here you were.

Shaking like a leaf as the presumed dead man you attacked.

Is now mauling an officer.

You’re were snapped out of your deluded thoughts from a light squeak of a door opening.

Heat escaping the confined space.

Leon’s silhouette stark against the flickering neon light.

His hand close to his holstered gun.

Gentle boots squelching underneath the cold tiling.

His lips were pressed into a line of worry.

Leon scanned the shelves, for any life other than his own.

“Hello, anyone?!” Leon said stepping deeper.

You panicked, turning your body without a thought to only knock a can.

Leon to turned on his heel to the sound of metal rattling. his eyes locking with your’s.

“God you we’re cute~”

Leon's heart clenched at the sight.

You were trembling.

You poor thing.

My poor baby.

All he wanted to do was snatch you away.

Away from this mess.

He thought loosening his grip on his holster.

“Hello” he said, his voice a low rumble that held an undercurrent of possessiveness.

You didn’t speak back, Not even a squeak.

Instead being more occupied by the sounds of rain and squelching.

His heart beating a frantic drum against his ribs, matching your fear with focus.

Without just a thought he moved, stepping on something firm. his face contorting into confusion.

He looked down.

Seeing only a rusted old flashlight.

Without a second thought he picked it up.

Effortlessly knocking it.

A beam of light flickering out on the Impact.

Leon quickly tred towards the sounds source.

Ignoring the splatters of blood and guts that littered the cold tiles.

Ignoring the bitter feeling to turn back.

To just take your wrist and run.

Shoving those feelings down, leon steps further into the dark abyss.

Listening to sounds of flesh being pulled, getting louder.

That’s when he saw it.

It was a person.

No.

A Monster.

His body heaved and coiled, seeing the ghastly creature before him. It flesh decaying and sagging off of its body.

Watching it dig its teeth deep into the plush flesh of a fellow officer.

The stench of decay clung deep in the air like a suffocating blanket.

Quickly he drew his gun. Pulling it out of the holster.

Aiming at the zombies cranium.

Slience

Nothing but silence.

The tearing stopped, replaced with a screech.

The zombie darted towards leon.

BANG

he shot a round between the things eyes.

It plummeted to the ground with a harsh thud.

Leon’s innocent jewel blue eye’s seemed harden into a deeper blue, he just killed someone..

Person or not

He had harmed

And he didn’t feel bad, he felt nothing..

No remorse just.. nothing

He even considered that he felt more alive.

A guttural growl erupted from Leon's throat.

Trying to calm whatever fucked up thought he just had.

The metallic tang of blood clinging onto his shoes. Some of ruby still smeared on his face.

He cautiously stepped away from the corpse weaving his way through some of the shelves of the store, finally reaching the register.

“It’s me, Leon S Kennedy, It’s safe now.”

He said gently holstering his gun.

You looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, but you didn't move.

Your still in shock, unable to process what had just happened.

What you had just heard.

The pang of the gun left you in a dream like state, unmoving, unfeeling.

Only the insufferable thought of running.

He knew you were terrified.

But he’s here now, here to protect you, here to be your’s, only yours.

You’re his right??!

You have to be, Right, YOU MUST BE!!

You can’t just leave him like this, like a pathetic mutt, you did this to him, you’re made for him.

Leon can’t leave you here to recover, he would rather die.

Despite your initial resistance of Leon grabbing your wrist.

“I won't let anything happen to you.” Leon said with a puppy dog like smile as you kept resisting his hold on you.

You tried to protest further, to fight back, shaking your head pleading with Leon to leave you here.

But Leon was a lot stronger than his figure showed, He soundly overpowered you, roughly pulling you along as he made his escape through the front door of the gas station.

His boot’s tapping on the tile’s with your’s, stringing you behind him.

But his euphoric thought’s are short-lived, halting at a stop, soon realising that there were walking human husk’s all around his navy jeep.

He mentally cursed at himself for being so damn rude, and not thinking ahead.

Turning to your frightened face, so immersed in the feeling of pure dread.

“God you are pretty in this lighting~,“

The way the flashing ray’s of light hugged your body..

“Especially your swelling face full of dried tear’s~”

I’m gonna breed that pussy so good~

He had to contain himself from pounding you like a piston right here by just looking at you.

Feeling his pants tighten around his slutty waist from his deluded thoughts.

his lustful stare only being snatched away from the groaning sounds of mockery erupting out of human husk.

His jewel blue eyes hardening.

Swiping his gun out of its holster aiming between it’s foggy eyes.

The sound of gunfire echoed from within the area, metallic ruby splattered on the wet concrete.

Instincts Leon shielded you from the scene.

“We need to get out of here… fast” he said in a strained tone, turning to you, grabbing your wrist slightly, tugging you along.

You could have sworn you felt something warm and firm drag on your thigh.

Maybe even a small groan.

Ignoring this incident, begrudgingly ran with him.

Leon sprinted towards his navy jeep shielding you from any lingering threats.

Pushing you gently into the passenger’s side, soon accompanying you on the driver’s side.

Leon shoved his keys into the keyhole. The engine roaring as he did.

Tires screeched on the wet concrete, as the car reversed out of gas station…

Your dazed eyes, looking out on the Crimson stained ground the lifeless bodies seeping into the asphalt.

You had a weird sensation.. of… grief?

Maybe

You don’t really know

You shrug off the feeling turning your head over to Leon.. wait

Is he hard?!?

Seriously?!!!

You thought looking at his tented police cargos.

Thankfully Leon was concentrating on the dark road ahead instead of you..

Now that’s a change.

Still, you stared for a moment, then shaking your head.

God why me…

You thought, as your body begged you to face palm.

The universe had a funny way of saying would you rather survive this shit show, but with a horny rookie cop or? Die and become infected…

THANKS UNIVERSE!!

You thought in bitchy mindset..

It’s obvious the story has only began..

Well for Leon it has..

But..

For

You

have fun..

An: LOL I JUST FOUND OUT WHAT A AUTHOR NOTE ISSAJSJZISJISSJ

ALSO SHOUKD I PLAY RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE?!?? (I’m a pussy to gore)

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cool-cowboy · 1 year ago

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Summary:

In which an android Leon reveals some features to his model you were not aware of beforehand, then gives you a prime example of how he's better than a human man. I have no idea where this came from, just popped into my head and I figured someone out there would enjoy, so yeah, enjoy!

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Android Leon S. Kennedy, Obsession, Dominant Leon S. Kennedy, Master/Servant, alternate universe, Dirty talk, grinding, overstimulation, forced orgasm, babbling, crying

Blurb:

“I just… Didn’t know you had… Those kind of features.”

“Sorry. You’ve never expressed feelings of lust before, only now your heart rate is picking up, perspiration levels above average... Would you like me to enable sexual interaction in the options menu?”

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“Leon, I’m home!” I tuck my shoes into their little spot beside the door, shucking off my jacket and leaving it on its hook, wandering through and into the family room, spotting him, standing perfectly still along the wall, blue neon swirling around his eyes, the only tell I get when an update is underway, other than his lack of response. I decide to leave him be, walking off into the kitchen, getting my things ready to cook supper, the lighting brighter than I like it in the evening, my trusty android friend not awake to employ my usual light and ambience settings, the quiet a little disturbing when I’m so used to the light music he puts on when I arrive home.

I cook in relative silence, making a meal for one, missing the chatter of my robot companion, curious to hear about his update, why it’s taking so long. It’s not traditional, the purpose I have for owning a device like him, usually they’re nothing but a housekeeper, someone to take care of the home and complete menial tasks, but I don’t find that useful, just enjoy having someone around, a friend, something like that. I’ve never assigned him a task, but he craves it, gives himself objectives if I can’t, tries his hardest to cater to my needs even if I don’t speak them.

I sit down with my meal, eating in quiet, seated at my little island, his chair empty, the space a little cooler than I like it. I’m bored, never used to quiet anymore, not with my constant companion making sure to keep conversation flowing, his devotion to me seeming more real than it probably is, his care programmed into him, but there nonetheless. He’s been speaking about feelings lately, if he’s capable, something that would usually get him sent in for a reset, but I don’t mind, and I do think he’s capable, his mind is superhuman after all.

“There you are.” He’s human, on the outside, looks perfectly believable, could walk around with me and have no one suspect he isn’t a normal man, the only difference what’s on the inside, some mechanical shit I have no idea how to explain, and AI that lets him know what I’m thinking, his intelligence unmatched, his mind full of anything I could ever want to know.

“How was the update?” He takes his seat beside me, straight-backed, his formality with his mannerisms something that took me a while to get used to, his speech slowly morphing to mimic mine, a comfort thing programmed into all androids to give a sense of familiarity, comfort with something often viewed as subhuman. His eyes glow blue, ready to rattle off the specs he’s downloaded, his voice a little more robotic than usual, his script taking him over.

“Update 16.2b, major tweaks under the belt, more realistic orgasm simulation, bugs fixed regarding the timed orgasm system, facial expressions refined, new commands available, more realistic erection phases, see more online at Update dot my android dot net.” I sit there, mouth gaping, not sure at all what to say to all that, never even thought about using my friend in that way, was never told I could, if I did want to. “Is something wrong?” I set my fork down, pushing my plate back, my appetite gone, some unwarranted butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

“I just… Didn’t know you had… Those kind of features.” He looks at me, eyes flashing blue, scanning my vitals, something that used to seriously creep me out, but doesn’t bother me much anymore, it’s habitual, a way for him to see how I’m feeling, get truths I’m not willing to give.

“Sorry. You’ve never expressed feelings of lust before, only now your heart rate is picking up, perspiration levels above average.” I don’t say anything, embarrassed he can tell so much about me, know my curious wants against my wishes. “Would you like me to enable sexual interaction in the options menu?” I can’t answer, too busy freaking out in my head, his blue eyes back to normal, still seeking information, always, gaze flitting over my face, small movements of my hands, his inspection leaving me on edge.

“So… You can feel pleasure?” I’m curious, though I’ve never wanted to use him, in any capacity, just wanted someone around, company, not a lover, especially not one who’s not in control of their own actions, autonomy not something he has much of, other than the settings I could turn off to let him have a little free reign, giving him permission to mill about while I’m gone, do as he pleases. He’s staring at me, head cocked, brows furrowed a little, his expression terribly human, inspecting me, trying his hardest to deduce my thoughts, his pointer finger drawing out calculations absently on the countertop as they run through his head.

“Not technically, pleasure is a chemical reaction, my form is just a simulation. I do feel it, the receptors go off when I complete a task. It’s new in update 14.6a, meant to be a better drive to please the owner. I assume you mean sexual pleasure, though. I can simulate it, up until orgasm, mostly realistic, other than the secretion part.” I have no idea why I’m just now hearing about this, most people would probably jump on the opportunity to have a partner so in tune with their body, literally able to do a scan and know what you need.

“Do you enjoy it, though? You want to?” He looks at me, my eyes, not doing any scanning, just looking at me, giving me a few seconds of quiet anticipation.

“You’re important to me, whether it’s programming or not, you’re attractive and a pleasant person, so I'd guess it would be enjoyable to please you in a more personal way, but I know you mean it differently… It’s not a craving I have, to satisfy myself, I mean, only to please you, in any way you see fit.” I swallow, his eyes flitting down, gazing at my hands, fisted and pressed to my thighs. It’s a moral dilemma, using something so intelligent for my own gain, but I suppose it can’t be too terrible, he’d get the equivalent of an orgasm, plus whatever pleased feeling he gets from making me happy. “You seem interested. I will turn on sexual activity permissions in the options menu.” Damn his autonomy, I may have went too far, allowing him access to his own options, his eyes glowing blue as he sinks into his own brain, flipping on whatever part of him has been dormant all this time before returning to me, his expression normal, no different than my usual Leon, casual, doting.

“You did it?” He nods, scanning me, not at all put off by my nervousness, looking at me again, a little more intense than usual, trying to figure me out.

“How was work?” I wonder if I have to initiate it, ask him for it. It would be preferable, though I don’t think I’ll ever use this hidden feature if he doesn’t just jump me, but that doesn’t seem fitting, he’s too soft spoken, reserved.

“Good, I got a new account today, diamonds, the commission is gonna be insane.” He seems pleased, a little whirring sound similar to a hum rumbling in his chest as he stands, moving to take care of my dish, no prompt necessary. I used to feel bad about it, but he really doesn’t mind, lives to care, I guess.

“That’s great. I sent over the files you asked for, they’re under 6.24.5 in the main folder.” I nod, glad he could locate them, my own search not going very well, the information integral to a company I’ve been assigned. He sets the dishes out once he’s done washing, set neatly in their little drying rack, his body moving swiftly back around the counter, his hand ghosting across the back of my shoulders making me flinch, not used to any casual touches between us, the only contact he really ever initiates is caring for any wounds he detects, little cuts, things like that. “You’re aroused, would you like me to-”

“You don’t have to.” My cheeks are flaming, thighs tight together, embarrassment hot on my skin, the light aroused feeling flaring now that he’s brought attention to it. He steps beside me, turning my chair around to face him, slotting himself between my knees, a light touch on my jaw drawing my eyes up, light blue trained on me, his forwardness dizzying, unexpected when I’m so used to his usual self.

“You’re uncomfortable, I can release that tension.” He runs his hand down my neck, smoothing over my shoulder, his touch light, my small shiver prompting him to squeeze a little, the warmth of his skin unexpected, even if I did know it was there, another human feature to make him more real. “You don’t need to worry about if I’d like to. I do, you know I live to please you.” That gets me, his voice lower than usual, a rough, sensual quality to it, his willingness not unexpected, but still shocking. He has a hand on my knee, inching up, almost too slow to notice, his other sliding back up my neck to keep my eyes on him, eye contact something he's always been a fan of, picked it up from conversations and my own mannerisms, is now using it to ruin me, make me nervous.

“I don’t know…” It’s weird, to proposition him in this way, even if it isn’t my idea, allowing it is still on me, my commands headed without any pushback, unless my decision is stupid, then he tells me all the reasons I’m wrong. He hums, sliding his hand back into my hair, his palm a little rough, his eyes peering down at me, a little lower than normal, all of him drawing me in, his actions and words and expression undeniably sexy, which makes sense, considering he has the entire internet and more at his disposal.

“I have to admit, I am curious. It’s my nature, I guess, but I wanna try it, feel the way humans do, engage in something so sought after.” He’s very convincing, convincing enough for me to refrain from stopping him when he starts to lean down, thumb pressing under my jaw to tilt my head up, hand on my lower thigh squeezing. He takes his time, watching my reaction, leaning in slow, his chest heaving with even breaths, his lips parted, close to mine. “Grant me sexual autonomy.” He’s never asked, never expected any of his autonomy settings, other than this one, I guess, not that I mind, I’d prefer he had it, didn’t do anything out of his control, revert into his more robotic self to fulfill my wishes.

“Turn on sexual autonomy in the options menu.” His eyes flash blue, his body going rigid, only for a moment, before he’s back, looking at me, seeming eager, searching my eyes for any sign of disapproval, finding none. He runs his hand further up my leg, eyes cast down to the contact, his lips parted, almost awed.

“Your skin is… Soft. Feels fuzzy, you’re so warm…” His processes are going haywire, I can see it on his face, his mind racing to keep up with what he’s doing, digging through all the information he has to do a good job. “I’ve never felt like this before, this kind of pleasure is different, like it’s for me.” He’s not meant to have feelings, of any kind, but he does, in his own way, lets his mood depend on his helpfulness, even if I’ve urged and convinced him to see himself as his own being, he’s not wired that way.

“It is… I don’t- uh, It’s about you too, okay?” He hums, the low whir in his chest making me smile, one of the few things that reminds me he’s a machine. He moves, tentative, his hand slipping further up my thigh, fingers holding onto my hair, pulling gently when his lips meet mine, plush and smooth, his kiss gentle, unsure, none of the information he has able to tell him the best way to go about this. I move against him, setting a little faster of a pace, letting my hand slide up his stomach, his shaky exhale breathed against my lips.

“Tell me what you like.” He presses his forehead to mine, looking at me, lips and cheeks flushed, his hand hot on my thigh. He can’t take it, not being fully prepared for everything, having to figure things out as they come, his algorithmic brain not able to work through something he has no expertise on. “Don’t just look at me, tell me what you want me to be.” His brows are drawing together, analyzing, trying to figure it out before I even reply.

“What do you wanna be?” He has a personality, one to suit mine, of course, but he never asked for it, developed it, like a child growing up. I don’t want him to play a role, he must have some sort of instinct on how to act, how to be without me commanding him.

“I don’t know.” He’s never not known, he’s a genius, of course, knows everything there is to know, figures out anything he doesn’t. He looks pained, searching my eyes for an answer I can’t give, his hand tracing his equations into my skin. “All I know is I want you… I wanna see you fall apart, make you feel good, be the best lover you could ask for.” I kiss him, bringing my arms up around his neck, drawing him closer between my legs, his pleased hum making me smile, a good reaction from him, real, not asked for, just genuine feeling. His hand slips further up my leg, up to squeeze gently over my hip, feeling me, not looking to please, just letting himself do what he wants, exploring one of the few things he doesn’t know much about, his own form of pleasure. He follows my lead, moving plush lips against mine, the feeling insanely real, the heat of him a little higher than usual, his body heating up in response to my touch, my hands dug into soft locs of hair, pulling gently to separate his lips from mine, his mouth pressing to mine in one last, feverish kiss before he pulls back, eyes wide, wild with untapped pleasure.

“Is this okay?” He nods, swallowing, his lips parting to draw in heavy breaths, his hand sliding up my side, hot over my shirt, his warmth making me both soft and want to squirm.

“Yes, feels good. This is… I never imagined I could feel like this. It’s you, I’m not supposed to feel desire, this isn’t in my programming… Don’t reset me, I’ll be good, swear. I won’t deviate, I just… This is not in the script…” He seems stumped, frustrated at his lack of understanding what’s going on inside him, but I suppose he isn’t meant to have this much freedom, live like a normal person, other than the fact he has no need for a job, and is a machine.

“Leon? It’s okay to feel, okay? You’re not a toaster, yeah?” He laughs, low and rough, shaking his head, some of the robotic tension leeching from him. “Stop thinking so much.” He nods, eyes flashing blue, returning to normal when he blinks it away. “Sorry.” I didn’t mean to command him, but he doesn’t mind, it happens all the time, and he’s happy to oblige, anyways.

“It’s okay… Should we… Continue?” I gulp, and he leans back in, kissing me the way I like, learning quickly, as always, his big hand sliding up my back, fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt before slipping up my spine, my back arching at the gentle touch, his little pleased noise vibrating against my lips. The chair isn’t very comfortable, and my neck is straining from him standing over me, and he knows it, parting his lips from mine and tilting my jaw back down, forcing me to look up at him through my lashes, his expression sinful, eyes low, lips lightly parted, all of him hot, his skin warmer than mine. “You’re uncomfortable.” I nod, not very happy he paused to say that, but glad he cares enough to not leave me in discomfort. “I’ll take you to your room.” He pulls me up out of my chair by my ass, letting my legs drape over his hips, a sizable erection between us, one of his arms holding me up, the other holding my head still as he dips down, kissing at my neck, slow and sweet, his lips spit-slick. He’s walking, letting himself move through the space without looking, letting out a pleased rumble when I exhale a shaky breath.

“Leon, you don’t have to be so gentle…” He groans, the sound low and guttural, his lips pressing a little more feverishly to my skin, his hand squeezing my ass, the other slipping up the back of my shirt, smoothing up my skin, ticklish, making me arch into him, my chest pressed to his, his happy sigh hot on my skin. He leans me back, supporting my weight until I’m laid out on my bed, him on his knees between my legs, scanning, eyes flashing bright before he closes them, ignoring his instinct to run his hands up my thighs, peering down at my face, pushing up on the hem of my shirt, exposing my stomach, his lips coming down to skim up my thigh, one hand on the outside of my knee, holding it still, his lips warm and wet as he trails them up, his eyes on mine, his free hand finding my hip, pressing me into the mattress as he makes his way to my stomach, kissing across the waist of my pants, up toward my belly button, watching me, holding me still with gentle, nonaggressive pressure.

“I need you to tell me… Wanna be good for you… Feels good to make you feel good. I can’t figure it all out, you told me not to think…” He’s a little out of it, not nearly as composed as usual, eyes hazy, movements a little less practiced, but still confident, what information he does have allowing him to not be too unsure of himself. I push him, frowning at his questioning look, forgetting he’s a mostly immovable object.

“Get off.” He pulls back, sitting back on his heels, looking at me with wide eyes, flashing blue, then normal, none of the lust that was there a second ago visible, either put on pause or diminished due to my command.

“Sorry. I’m trying, I just don’t know-”

“Get on your back.” He does, drops down beside me, laid out flat, looking a little silly, considering I’ve never seen him in a bed, he usually sleeps standing, just shuts down for the night, doesn’t need any comfort. I turn over, taking a turn sitting up over him, one knee slotted between his legs, watching him, liking how unsure he looks, something I’ve never seen from him, one thing that separates him from a human. “You still want this?” I feel like I’m coercing him, even if I’m not, his mind far more developed than mine, if anything. I let my fingers trail up his thigh, his jeans rough on my fingers, his faux muscles tensing under my light touch.

“Yes. I’ve never wanted anything, besides this. It’s… Exhilarating, you’re so pretty above me.” My mouth pops open, not at all expecting his compliment, or his hand on my hip, pressing me down over his clothed leg, putting pressure on my clit, the action so forward I nearly gasp.

“Didn’t know dirty talk was part of the programming…” I watch my fingers, pushing up on the bottom of his tee, ghosting my fingers up the skin of his stomach, his abs tight and hot under my touch, his body reacting so intensely, wound up from such a simple touch.

“It’s not. You asked me to be honest.” I did, months ago, when he lied, about nothing important, but still, I see no need for it, at least from him. I nod, wetting my lips and leaning down, pressing them lightly just below his belly button, watching his face, expression back to the hazy, needy one he was giving me a few minutes ago. “Can I..?” He uses his grip on my hip to grind me against his thigh, pushing it up a little further between my legs, offering delicious pressure, the roughness of fabric between us a little shocking.

“Yeah. Do what you want.” He’s sat up on one elbow, watching me, kissing down, skimming my lips along toward his hip, my hand gripped to the waist of his pants, slipping down, fingertips gliding over his erection making him flinch, the low whirring coming back, rumbling through his chest for a few seconds, his hand gently rocking me against him. “Feel good?” He clenches his jaw, looking worried, brows drawn low and together, his eyes barely open, cloudy with lust.

“Yes, too good, I’m overheating, you feel so good, you’re hands are-” He cuts himself off with a choked noise, eyes squeezed closed and his head tipped back, my hand palming him over his pants, offering a little relief in whatever form of pleasure he gets, a strong one, judging by his reaction.

“Sensitive, huh?” He drags my hips a little rougher, eliciting a small, groaned out noise from me, seeming pleased with himself when I open my eyes, his lips pulled up in a little smile, eyes cast down at his leg between my thighs.

“You can turn down sensitivity in the options menu, would you like me to-”

“No. Don’t change anything, stay just like this…” I press my hand more firmly to him, grinding my palm into him, his hips shifting below me making me smile, his breathing a little erratic. His leg is trembling, only the one between my legs, vibrating almost, making me let out a shaky breath. “Wha- Are you-?” He huffs out a laugh, nodding, slamming his head back into the pillow when I grind my hand into him, rough, gripping him through his pants and jerking it, squeezing him, his low groan heavenly.

“Update 12.6a- I have lots of perks. No human can-ah- match up.” He punctuates his words by turning up the vibration, my body slumping, back hunched a little from how harsh it is, before he turns it back down, a little more gentle, other than how roughly hes grinding me against his thigh. “Let me take these off.” He pulls on the waist of my pants, deft fingers moving to unbutton them, undoing the zipper, his free hand coming down to ease them over my hips, his upper body sitting up, and arm around my waist pulling me up enough to get them down my legs, my feet kicking until they tumble to the floor. He takes it in, me sitting in front of him, his hands sliding up my thighs, thumbs teasing under the sides of my panties before continuing up. “You’re gorgeous… I’m so lucky, having a master as good as you.” I clench my thighs around him, gazing up into his eyes, loving the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing on earth, at least the only one that matters. He’s pushing up on my shirt, looking into my eyes as he eases it up, pausing until I lift my arms, giving him permission, letting him pull it up and over my head, his eyes dipping down as he tosses it away, his hands sliding up my sides.

“Don’t you think you should take something off?” He doesn’t reply, just drags my leg up over his hip, straddling me over him, his lips skimming my collar bone, his breathing quick, hands sliding around to drag down my back, resting just above my ass, grinding me into him, his low groan hot on my skin. “C’mon, let me take this off.” I pull on his shirt, and he relents, pulling back and doing it for me, going back to what he was doing, kissing his way down from my collar bone, sucking gently on the skin above my bra, taking my low sigh as my assent, sucking the skin into his mouth and using an arm around my waist to hold me firmly against him, his hand still on my hip working me into his erection, which seems to be getting bigger, slotted nicer against me, giving me intense friction, his jeans rough against my panties.

“Feels so good… You’re so good… Your heart rate is higher than I’ve ever recorded, your body is responding so nicely. Love making you feel good.” He moans, for real, the sound nothing like the whirring hum of his groans, more human, wanton and needy, enjoying himself. “So pretty… Is there anything I can do better?” He’s a little breathless, turning us over and easing me down onto my back, looming over me, one hand rested beside my head, the other gripped to the outside of my thigh, keeping it hooked over his hip. “Is there?” I forgot to respond, too busy staring at him above me, looking so big, strong, his strength never something I thought about before, other than that he was stronger than me.

“Just… Enjoy yourself.” His muscles relax, his expression soft, none of the usual intensity behind his eyes, his elbow bending to bring his lips to mine, his body heating further, not used to all this excitement, his body humming with quiet energy. He’s grinding into me, hips sliding perfectly against me, the drag along my clit drawing a low moan out of me. “Le- Take these off.” I’m pulling at his pants, working the button until he takes over, clumsily shoving his pants down his legs, letting his head tuck down into my neck to free up his other hand, kicking his pants off and onto the floor.

“You take this off.” He sits up on his elbow, nosing and kissing at the side of my throat, pulling on my bra. I laugh, his pleased whirring tickling me, his hand running down my stomach.

“You do it, bossy.” He groans, pressing his hand back behind me, unclipping it much easier than I thought he would, not bothering to sit up to pull it down my arms, his mouth running down from my throat, mouth closing over a nipple, tongue lathing over it, his eyes peering up at me, his eyes low and pleased. He moans, vibrating against me, sucking where his lips are latched to my skin, his hand running up my thigh to press his thumb to my clit, surprising me, his lips pulling from my skin when I flinch, eyes on mine as he kisses his way to the opposite side, rubbing gently up and down over my panties.

“Feels good? I hope so… Let’s get these off.” He sits up, gripping onto the sides of my panties, staring at me as he pulls them down, tossing them off to the side and settling back down over me, nosing my head to the side to mouth at my throat, pressing his lips to my pulse, bringing his thumb back to my clit, rubbing soft circles. “Mmh, there we go, I’ll take good care of you, make you feel so good you’ll never need anyone else. You’re doing so good, looking so perfect and letting me please you…” He kisses his way back up, pressing his lips to mine, wet and open-mouthed, not messy, but needy, rushed, his thumb moving a little quicker against me, giving a little more pressure, my legs starting to shake. “There you go, you’re nearly there, oxytocin levels are skyrocketing, go ahead, want you to finish, let me see how pretty you are when you really feel it.” I moan, squirming against him, my orgasm coming, his face pulling a little further back to look at me, smiling, his expression a mix of lusty and pleased. “C’mon, give it to me, want you to feel good, finish from my fingers-” He doesn’t mind my nails digging into my arms, just works me through it, thumb light on my clit, his eyes on mine, watching me squirm and tilt my head back, the sensation becoming too much, his thumb pulling away the second it does.

“Shit, let me have a turn.” I shove at him, huffing a laugh when he feigns being pushed over, laid out on his back in his underwear, waiting on me to give him direction. I run my hand up his leg, gripping the band of his underwear and pulling down, getting them off and getting rid of them before kissing my way up his thigh, looking at him, the anticipation getting to him, his lips parted, brows pulled down and together.

“I don’t need this.” It would leave a bruise on my ego, if I didn’t know he’s just being honest, not that I care if he needs it, only if he wants it. “I don’t want to waste your time, I don’t require any type of foreplay.” I frown, kissing his base, peering at him over his dick, which is hanging heavy over his stomach.

“Can you get off like this?” I wrap my hand around him, smiling when he flinches, his dick twitching in my hand. I work it over him, keeping it slow, waiting on his reply, his eyes hazy with swirls of blue, systems crashing briefly before he’s back, letting out a light moan, carding a hand through my hair.

“No, I- The orgasm simulation can only progress if I’m inside, and you’re finishing too.” I hum, stroking a little rougher, tilting my head at him when he groans, his hips shifting, the pleasure a little too much, his expression almost fearful.

“It feels good, though?” He nods, head leaning back and eyes closed, letting me do what I want, enjoying himself, just like I asked. “Good.” I wait until he’s opened his eyes back up to lick from base to tip, closing my mouth around him and sinking down, his heady moan mouthwatering, really, drool coating his dick when I pull back up, watching him, his eyes hazy, his hand pulling at my hair when I suck him in again, bobbing up and down.

“Nnh- hey, do you want me to- I can-” He presses his knee up between my legs, rubbing it against me, making me moan around his dick. “There… Perfect…” He sounds pleased, whatever tension was plaguing him loosening now that he sees himself as being of use, rubbing his knee against my clit, offering some relief from the arousal he’s sparked inside with this new, needier self. “Do you wanna finish like this? I understand the usual progression would have me inside by now-”

“Shit, okay. Let’s get to it, then, if you don’t wanna take your time.” I sit up over him, looking at him, shuffling my way up until I’m hovering over his lap, his eyes on me as he sits up, his hands on my waist, his chest heaving.

“You’re ready?” I nod, waiting patiently as he reaches down, eyes hazy, aligning himself and pulling me slowly down onto him by my waist, the stretch less than painful, more than comfortable, not quite as snug as he could be. I’m a little above his face when he bottoms out, eyes swirling with blue for a few seconds before he blinks it away, shaking the heaviness out of his head, looking up at me and coming closer, holding me against him, keeping me seated on his dick as he kisses me, sloppier, messy and needy, my arms wrapped around his neck, his dick twitching and filling me a little fuller, the odd sensation making me pull back to give him a questioning look. “A perfect fit.” He doesn’t seem bothered, so I let the disturbed feeling settle, attempting to pull up off him, but big hands hold me still, keeping himself seated fully inside, melded to the walls, truly a perfect fit. “Let me stay like this, just for a minute… I like this, being impossibly close, feeling you in a way not many people get to…” He goes back to kissing, running his hands down to grip my hips, lifting me slowly up, letting me drop back down over him, his low groan breathed against my lips.

“Can I-”

“Let me do it.” I sigh, relenting, his hands lifting me up and sliding me back down, slow, keeping eye contact, pleased I’m giving him the choice, considering how easy it is to get him to do whatever I want. He keeps the slow pace, staring at my face, seeming pleased, his expression a mix of pleasure and calculativeness, trying to figure out the best way to finish me off, I suppose. “I’ll speed up soon, build-up is important, I don’t wanna deny you what you deserve, wanna be good…” He’s moving too slow, giving enough to fill me up, but not to do much else.

“I already came, Leon, build-up is irrelevant.” He nods, furrowing his brows and speeding up, keeping his grip firm, not letting me bounce, but bouncing me, keeping his eyes on mine, a low moan passing his lips when I clench around him, his pace quickening a little more, slaps of skin to skin sounding in my room adding a layer of intensity, his thumb pressing back to my clit prompting me to let my head lean back, a low, drawn out moan escaping him at the sight.

“You feel so nice inside, so warm, squeezed tight around me… God, this is the best I’ve ever felt, you feel good too, oxytocin is increasing-nnh- how many more times can you finish? Three? I’ll give you three more, wanna see you near tears, all from how good it feels.” He’s feverish, losing his usual stoicness, speaking rushed and breathless, his chest heaving, his hand working me over him, squeezing the fat of my ass, angling his hips further up, the drag along my insides unexpected, making me moan and drop my forehead to his shoulder, sweaty, searing hot on my skin. I’m shaking, letting him work me over him, letting out pleasured noises along with him, his face now tucked into the crook of my neck. “You’re getting worked up quick… I won’t even need the vibration, you’re almost ready, so tight, making such pretty sounds for me…” He holds me up, pausing, leaning back on one hand and dragging my upper body along with him, thrusting up into me, much quicker than he could’ve worked me over him, making me whine into his neck, spit slicking his skin, his hips slamming up into me, hands slipping up to my back to hold me in place so he can fuck into me, his voice getting higher, whinier. “There, now-ah, this is one out of three, so- so you still have two more after this, need you to finish, wet my dick some more, you’re shaking so nice, good thing I’m strong enough to hold you still…” I’ve never heard him curse before, I guess he’s doing his homework on dirty talk mid deed, his background processes doing him well, his words before now not all that enticing with his usual wording.

“Did you-

“Yes, wanted to be good, am I? Shit, tell me I’m good, wanna be good for you, make you feel so good you can’t think. You’re all I think about, you know that? You’re everything to me, I need to please you, make you cum all over my dick a few times before I’m finished.” I moan, shaking embarrassingly violently, nearly there, his dick filling me a little fuller, thrusts a little more needy, rutting up into me, making me whine into his shoulder, orgasm approaching, his nonstop thrusts working me up. “That’s it, gonna make you feel good, please you, have you soaking me, out of it from how good it feels, cumming on me over and fucking over.” My orgasm is shocking, the second I clamp down on him he presses me back down, holding me as I squirm and moan into his neck, grinding into me, stretching it out, pulling out of me once I still, guiding me to lay on my stomach, my body slumping down, ready for rest, until I feel hands pulling up on my hips, lifting me up to rest on my knees, chest and side of my face still pressed to the sheets.

“What are you..?” He presses inside, keeping it slow, aware I’m still coming down from my orgasm, his hands gently rocking me against him.

“This position is good for deep penetration, and I figured your legs were getting tired.” He speaks plainly, like he isn’t on his way to giving me my third orgasm in a couple minutes, his hips speeding up a little once he’s sure I can take it, his hands squeezing on my hips, rough and warm and big. “I’ll know when you’re satisfied, I’ll initiate the orgasm simulation when you’re ready.” He speaks matter of factly, and it would be funny, if he wasn’t fucking me into my mattress, low moans escaping me, my mind swimming, fuzzy and mushy, his hips noisy against me, his upper body folding over me, an arm around my waist pulling me into hars thrusts, his noises muffled into my shoulder blade, his lips kissing and sucking wherever he can reach. “Feels good? Well, I know it-shit- It does. Just- If there’s another-ah- something you prefer…” I let out a noise I hope sounds negative, succumbing to the numb, hazy pleasure, taking what he gives, his noises going higher, near the end of the line, if he could cum without having to initiate it, that is. “So- pretty-! You feel so good, pulling me in, letting me give you all you can-hah- take…” I’m nearly there, my third orgasm coming, the pleasure turning nearly painful, good in an awful, striking way, my legs trembling harshly, his fingers sneaking down to rub at my clit, his moan loud against me when I clench, muscles going tight, so close, my orgasm almost refusing to come. “Come on, quit holding yourself back, you can do it, you’ve had plenty of time. You’ve got it, you’re right there, just squeeze this sweet pussy on me, let me feel it, yeah, there you go, that’s it, fucking whining for it, you sound so damn good…” He fucks me through it, again, keeps his hold around my waist when I try to escape, the sensations too much, my low groan finally getting him to pull out, turning me over and giving me a break by capturing my lips, kissing me feverishly, pressing his knees up under my hips and leaning over me, his dick brushing agoinst me drawing a low whine out of me.

“No more, Leon, no more… I’m finished…” He pulls back, looking me over, eyes flashing blue, his look pensive.

“No you’re not.” He pushes inside, my low groan ignored, his eyes on me, watching me. “You think you can’t- handle more, but you can, can take this one and another, I’ll keep you cumming until you really can’t take it.” He doesn’t thrust, lets me finish coming down, kissing me and keeping a finger against my pulse, waiting for it to slow down before moving, both of us moaning at the drag of him inside.

“Just this one… I don’t want another.” I couldn’t take it, honestly, I’m already entirely fucked out, nearly unresponsive as he rocks inside, grinding up on his way out, my overstimulated nerves making me moan, painful pleasure still somehow enjoyable, even if I am trying to convince him I’ve had enough.

“No, you can take it. I know what you need, know you better than you know yourself.” He does, in a way, knows about my inner workings and psychology and the like, but I know this is killing me, tears in my eyes, his body too big and immovable for me to stop him from taking care of me, forcing me to finish the amount of times he sees fit. “Gonna make sure you’re satisfied, show you how good I am, how good I can be for you…” I’m shaking already, way too worked up, orgasms fading into a hazy pleasure, everything a blanket of hot and muggy sweetness, his lips meeting mine making me moan, his hips working into me, another orgasm well on its way with his relentless actions. “This one then another, okay? You can take it.” I pull him back, looking into his eyes, trying to focus, tears blurring my vision, my eyes half closed from how good it feels, how intense and terrifyingly good this is.

“Leon, begin-shit- begin orgasm simulation-!” He groans, head tucking down to my neck, his hips working more purposefully, all of him hot against me, a thumb working at my clit making me jerk, squirming away, but he keeps me still, working us both up, his noisiness gaining volume, making me almost worried the neighbors will hear.

“That’s- I wasn’t done, sneaky-ah- girl. Fuck, feels so good, love making you feel good, being good for my-nnh- Master-!” I moan, usually adverse to the title, but my hazy brain loves it, too full of him to really mind, letting him send me toward my final orgasm, if only to chase his, though that’s not the case, considering I have to get off for him to. “Shit, please, can’t-ah- Take anymore-! I’m fuckin’ overloading, you feel too good, squeezing me so tight, hot and wet and-Nnh-! Please, give it to me, let me please you one more time, it hurts, need you to cum, trap me inside and-” He whines, burying his face in my neck and fucking me through it, twitching inside the second I squeeze around him, his whiny moan drawing a pleased noise out of me as he slows, pulling out after a few more seconds, not moving to force anymore out of me, just kissing lightly up the side of my neck, easing himself up onto a hand to look at me, eyes flashing blue.

“Are you scanning for your performance right now?” He smiles, almost coy, pressing his hand to my skin, taking my vitals, not even trying to be subtle.

“Course. I meant it when I said I live to please.”

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