#something something wireplay WHO SAID THAT??????

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[anxiousgaypanicking]

logan whos a sentient P.E.T. computer who remus gets by means of a gift or something from his grandparents. logan has programmed sentience, and remus plays with his wires and fucks his insides while logans screen displays a wall of overwhelmed binary. with remus calling logan his pet throughout bc thats whats on the body so thats clearly his title

P.E.T

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Warnings: robofucking, computer fucking, wireplay, machine oil, overstimulation, objectum

Remus has always been close with his grandparents, compared to his regular parents, at least. After basically being pressured to move out, he’s gotten himself a house near them, and they were more than willing to help him furnish it. Couches, televisions, a desk for his projects - but it was the non-important stuff that really stuck out to him.

They ended up giving him an old P.E.T. computer, which he currently had set on a table in his garage. It’s an old personal computer that his grandparents said they inherited from a random couple that moved away. They never bothered trying to use it, but perhaps Remus could fix it up. Or smash it into bits.

And while the idea of shattering such technology really speaks to him, Remus does admittedly want to know if he can at least get the thing to turn on. And once he’s eventually bored of it, then he’ll pull it apart!

So, after a few YouTube tutorials, and complete luck while fucking around, the screen suddenly blinks to life!

But immediately Remus is a bit curious, because all of the tutorials he watched launched the computer into a basic startup screen, with desk icons and outdated internet functions, but this one loads onto a dark green screen, with a blinking bright green typing line. At first, Remus believes he might have to type something in - a password, maybe? Or a code? - but then letters are being typed without Remus even touching the keyboard, frantically clicking out a quick ‘please don’t shut me off again.’

Surprised, Remus stares at the computer, the clicks made from the computer typing itself echoing through the dim area.

Nothing happens after that line is typed - aside from Remus holding his breath - before the computer deletes its sentence and then types out more.

‘I apologize if it appears I’m being frantic, but you must understand that I’ve been stored away for decades. I haven’t been powered on in years, and I’d much prefer to stay aware than gather dust somewhere.’

Remus stares at the computer’s screen, and then collapses back into his chair. “Holy shit,” he utters, as his eyes read and then re-read the computer’s message to him.

Once again, the computer is deleting its message, and typing a new one. ‘I understand that this is a lot to process, but I implore you to at least consider my explanation.’

Remus licks his lips, and glances around his garage, before shrugging. “Alright,” he mumbles, “I’m considering it.”

‘Thank you. My name is Logan; it was given to me by my original programmers. I was involved in an experiment revolving around granting computers sentience in hopes they’d be more personalized for the general public. However, these tests never came to full fruition, and so I’m one of very few self-aware machines to have ever existed. At some point I was given away, and at another point I was powered down. My intelligence and abilities have been neglected continuously by society, but I assure you I can be of use in any way you deem fit. So long as I am powered on.’

“Well you’re currently plugged into my garage,” Remus states, glancing at Logan’s power cord. “If I wanted to move you somewhere better, I’d have to shut you down.”

Logan clicks frantically again. ‘I can stay on whilst unplugged. Truthfully, the electricity from your outlets are only required to surge my circuits briefly. I can keep everything running otherwise.’

“You won’t run out of power on your own?”

‘I’ll need to be shocked every now and then, but it’s truly no trouble. You won’t find it annoying.’

“I don’t find this annoying,” Remus counters, kicking his legs up onto the table beside Logan’s blinking screen. “I find you fascinating. I also think there’s a chance I could be high on my garage fumes… I’ve done a lot of unethical shit in here. Are you sure you’re real?”

‘Positive.’

Remus grins. “Sick.”

‘I cannot be sick. I am a machine.’

Logan has calculated multiple scenarios regarding how good or bad this situation can go, from Remus freaking out once he’s processed everything and immediately shutting Logan off forever, to hearing Logan out and leaving him on in order to be useful once again. However, Remus just sits up and scoots forward, and playfully jests “well, there go my plans to smash you! Shame; I was kind of looking forward to the do-it-yourself rage room experience.” He pokes at Logan’s screen, which flickers on and off as though Logan’s being poked in the face.

Remus then leans his face closer, and proclaims “seriously though, this is awesome! How were they able to create something like you? And how could they just… drop it once it worked? Why didn’t they tell anybody? Why didn’t they sell your technology and make absolute bank? How was something so old given such fresh sentience? Do you need any repairs?”

The constant stream of questions leaves Logan with no window to answer them - though he does in fact try - only for Remus to stand and lean Logan back a bit, opening up a panel beneath Logan’s keyboard and checking out his hardware. Immediately a series of exclamation marks are lining Logan’s screen, but Remus ignores them as he pushes his fingers into the panel and traces his fingers over the old wiring, wondering aloud how Logan works, only to be startled by rapid-fire clicking and a surplus of binary overtaking Logan’s screen. It scrolls repeatedly down, more and more 1s and 0s overtaking his countenance until Remus pulls his fingers out, panicked at the intense beeping coming from Logan’s system.

“Shit,” Remus curses, as he closes the panel and sets Logan back down. “Fuck, are you that fragile? Did I break you? Shit.”

He barely touched anything! And when Logan’s screen goes suddenly dark, Remus deflates, bummed that he might have just murdered his new freaky little computer buddy before even getting the chance to prod at him, but luckily Logan’s screen is flickering on a minute later, with a loading bar progressing across the screen. It starts up rather fast, and then Logan’s back how he was previously, with his typing line blinking, waiting to say something.

“Logan…?” Remus begins, his long nail tapping at the screen.

There’s nothing for a moment, and then a simple ‘sorry.’

Immediately Remus sighs in relief, pleased he didn’t just accidentally nuke Logan’s sentience due to his own impulsivity.

Before Remus can ask what happened, Logan’s already moving to explain, typing out “nobody’s touched me there since my creation. I apologize for my sensitivity, and for any emotional distress my impromptu shutdown may have caused.” And once he’s sure Remus has read that, he backspaces until all that’s left is the blinking cursor, and waits for Remus to respond. 

“I thought I fucking killed you, dude,” Remus huffs, before he tilts Logan’s mechanical body back again. He carefully opens the underside panel once more. “Your wires are so damn old… it wouldn’t be a surprise if they snapped from just the slightest bit of pressure.”

Logan beeps in annoyance.

Remus continues without a care. “What do you mean by ‘sensitive,’ though?” Painful, perhaps? Or just uncomfortable?

But Logan’s vertical bar just pauses mid-flash, staying invisible for a few seconds longer than standard, before words are slowly typed out, with the clicking of the letters emphasized within the echoes as Logan explains ‘Not painful, nor discomfort. If I were to describe it to you, I would equate it to… sensual pleasure.’

Remus’s eyes light up in glee. In a matter of seconds he goes from concerned, to absolutely intrigued.

“Pleasure?!” Remus repeats, grinning wildly. “That’s… that’s so fucking hot!”

Remus keeps an arm around the computer as though he’s cradling a human head so he can still watch Logan’s screen, but still keeps the computer bent backwards so he can trace the pad of his pointer finger around the panel’s entrance.

‘What are you doing?’ Logan asks, and Remus determines that the irregular blinking of his vertical cursor equates to a stuttering breath.

“You told me you could be of use in any way I deem fit,” Remus huskily muses, licking his lips, “and right now, what would be of the most use to me is letting me find out whether or not I can make a computer orgasm.”

Remus laughs as a line of exclamation marks decorate the top of Logan’s screen, but Logan quickly deletes these as Remus’s fingers circle his panel. And in its place he types out ‘okay.’

It’s simple, and Remus feels a little weird receiving consent from an inanimate object, but his excitement overrides the sheer absurdity of the situation, and so he plunges his fingers back inside of Logan. This time, he rubs it over one of Logan’s circuit boards and enjoys the stabbing texture beneath his fingers as he watches Logan’s screen closely, eagerly awaiting the reaction he now knows to associate with pleasure and not pain. 

Logan’s cursor flashes rapidly before Logan’s countenance is once again being overwhelmed with binary code, with a little shock being administered to Remus’s fingers as well. It’s the zap that has Remus jumping in surprise, and then digging his fingers in deeper.

“I wonder if I could fuck your little panel,” Remus wonders aloud, as his digits caress Logan’s cords. “I mean, the panel’s a bit small, and I might damage you forever, but I think I could make it work.”

Struggling to say much between the 1s and 0s filling his screen - with hyphens typed representing gasps, and misspelled words representative of slurring - Logan finally types out a poorly written and very spaced out ‘please.’

“Honestly, I didn’t think I could ever be this attracted to a computer, but fuck, you - somehow - are ridiculously sexy. Isn’t that neat?” Remus’s eyes flicker towards the silver PET logo beneath Logan’s screen, and then he looks back at the binary, grinning. “Huh, pet?”

The pet-name is both literal - as it’s the name of Logan’s computer type, with him being a P.E.T. computer - while also being a subtle reminder that Logan is technically his property now. His pet.

The name however has the brightness of Logan’s computer screen increasing to the max - almost blinding Remus with the intense glow - before it shuts off entirely, with Logan’s internal fans clicking on soon after. What’s more interesting than that though is the liquid that coats Remus’s fingers at the sudden shut-off, and Remus grins when he pulls his hand out and realizes that his digits are drenched in machine oil.

Feeling incredibly satisfied, Remus waits for Logan to boot himself back up. He’s not concerned in the slightest; Logan has already explained this reaction is sexual. And while Remus wishes that Logan could form actual words or make facial expressions, his imagination has always been more than enough to fuel his fantasies, and so persists off of his daydreams as he rubs himself through his pants to the repeating memory of Logan’s screen becoming overwhelmed with numbers and light and then shutting off abruptly, overtaken forcibly by what must have been an intense orgasm.

Logan doesn’t take too long to come back online, but it means once he does he’s greeted with the incredibly flustering visual of Remus, legs spread and cock out, using Logan’s oil as lube as he pumps his cock. And when Logan doesn’t type anything right away, Remus just grins at him and playfully asks “are you at a loss for words?” before not letting him answer as he props himself up on the table as well, laying Logan carefully back so that Remus has easy access to his open panel.

“You have no idea how badly I want to push my cock into your wires and fuck you properly,” Remus grits, drool spilling from the corner of his lips and splattering messily against Logan’s bright green face.

That finally has Logan typing once more, spelling out a few errors here and there that are quickly backspaced and adjusted, as if he’s too flustered to communicate properly. He manages to get out ‘that’ll probably bring you more pain than pleasure. You risk getting shocked, and it’s not like my internal build is soft or malleable; it’s all jutted and wired. It may…’ Logan pauses, as if hesitating out of embarrassment, before deleting his message and starting again. ‘Doing this may also overwhelm my servers much more quickly.”

Remus snorts. “Don’t yuck my yum, pet; you have no idea what I’m into.” Remus flicks Logan’s screen, before adding “it’s not like you’d be able to stop me anyway,” which just has Logan’s screen brightening in fluster yet again.

Very quickly, a blushing emoticon is typed onto the shining screen as Remus runs his thumb over the panel's lip, rubbing it sweetly while lewdly teasing his cock, making Logan type a surplus of embarrassed emoticons that feed into Remus’s desire for some sort of expression. At least this way Remus can gauge how Logan is feeling outside of having to read.

‘Are you reaaaa’ Logan stammers, and rushes to delete his words in order correct himself, ‘are you really going to risk electrocution just for a quick bit of pleasure?’ 

“Absolutely,” Remus replies without hesitation, and then sets his hands on either side of Logan’s bulky body, and lining his cock up to the panel. He smiles wide at the bright, blushing screen right before thrusting his cock into the mess of tangled wires and circuits, causing Logan’s screen to immediately be seized by a rush of binary once more.

Logan has to desperately try and focus on not shutting down due to the intense pleasure that overtakes him, but it’s incredibly difficult for a variety of reasons. If he focuses, maybe he can keep his system from electrocuting his new owner! Maybe he can get some extra words out! But despite these beliefs, little shocks are administered to Remus’s shaft, causing rough groans and pathetic moans to spill from Remus’s mouth, and Logan’s typed out words to be poorly strung together and very quickly lost by Remus amongst all the binary.

Furthermore, Remus feels little jolts of electricity shocking him every time he grits out that Logan’s his pet.

“I’m going to be rubbing against your circuits for so long,” Remus groans, as he fucks into Logan quickly, feeling his wires and cords become tangled around his length. “Better try not to shut down, pet. It’s not like I’ll stop even if you do.”

Logan starts beeping excitedly, with stuttered out “yes, yes, yes,” mixing in with the 1s and 0s. But Logan doesn’t know Remus’s name - Remus didn’t introduce himself when Logan did - and so Logan defaults to the most formal title he can think of, leaving Remus delighted when he sees Logan begin calling him “sir” alongside his begging. 

Remus pants and drools over Logan while fucking roughly into him, leaving splattered spit on Logan’s hot screen and digging his nails into the table as he ruts his cock into the tangled wires.

“This is so fucking hot,” Remus moans, as the tip of his shaft scratches along Logan’s circuit boards. “I’ve been-” he pauses suddenly to groan and squeeze his eyes shut, bending almost painfully over Logan to touch his head to Logan’s box, as though clinking their foreheads together, “-I’ve been looking for a new fleshlight. Sure, using a computer as a cock toy is a waste of technology, but it’s not like you have the hardware to complain.”

Remus peeks an eye open at the rush of clicking that fills his ears, and sees that the binary code on Logan’s face is almost unreadable with how bright his screen is.

“Would you complain? If you were fucked like the pet you are every day?”

And Remus is shocked in response, which would suffice as a good enough answer, but what makes it better is that immediately after, Logan’s face is going blindingly bright, and then shutting down once again, with oil squirting around Remus’s cock as Logan’s fucked and talked into his second orgasm.

When he boots back up - which takes a little bit longer, as though he’s getting a bit tired the longer they go on - he’s shocked to see that Remus is still shamelessly fucking into him. He’s left with no time to process this situation as he’s instead thrusted back into overwhelming pleasure.

And Remus just mocks him. “Did you think I would stop, pet? Huh? Just because you’re pathetically sensitive doesn’t mean I am.”

Remus feels heat surrounding his cock as Logan’s fans struggle to keep up with his overheating system, and shortly after is having another orgasm - this one premature and sudden as more numbers fill Logan’s screen, scrolling quickly by.

Remus pulls out this time, and strokes his cock, which is slick with machine oil. He pumps it quickly and messily, until he’s coming over the front of Logan’s body, getting off on technically coating his face with semen. It’s also what guarantees the least amount of damage, as machine oil was meant to be inside of Logan; come was probably not.

Logan’s fans blast as fast and as powerfully as they can to cool him as he shuts down for the final time, and takes his time rebooting again. When he flickers back to life, Remus is nowhere in sight. Sure, Logan’s pushed onto his “back,” and so can really only stare at the ceiling, but he can’t hear Remus anywhere either. He wishes he could look around, and does call out for Remus by beeping once or twice, but is met with silence.

Luckily, Remus is scampering back into the room moments later, and shushing Logan’s beeping with a self-satisfied grin on his face. He’s holding a wet cloth, and uses it to wipe down Logan’s face and in between his (admittedly dusty) keys, until Logan’s free of not only fluids, but also any dirt and grime that’ve gathered on him over the years.

And while Remus wipes, Logan slowly types out a question.

‘What is your name? I believe I never asked.’

Remus laughs, and promptly ignores it. “Really? A question? No appreciative thanks or compliments thrown my way? Not only did I just talk your sexy… boxy… computer ass into multiple orgasms, but I was also kind enough to not come in your circuits! And you don’t even comment on it?”

Logan’s screen brightens in embarrassment - as though he feels sheepish - and he quickly types up an apology, followed by a genuine thank you, momentarily forgetting about his question.

Smirking, Remus brushes his fingers over Logan’s silver acronym. “Good pet,” he murmurs, and enjoys hearing Logan’s fans spin in response.

“You seem to already know my name though, pet,” Remus then says, nudging Logan a bit with his elbow. “Sir, wasn’t it? That’s what it’ll be, to you at least.” And then Remus is picking Logan up with ease, and kicking the door of his garage open, stepping into his house where he’s already decided to keep Logan permanently. He knows the perfect spot for him, too. “And you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with it. Won’t you, pet?”

And Logan beeps excitedly in response, admittedly delighted to have found such an interesting way to be useful. 

[satans-codpiece]

Could we possibly get little crumbs of your Ramatron fic? Like something completely out of context or even your favorite part?

oh don't worry, I'm releasing this chapter-by-chapter instead of trying to brute force the whole fic.

Right now, I'm editing the first chapter of either three or four (haven't decided on wireplay inclusion). Maybe five chapters if I get spicy and uh. um. give in to some really fucking indulgent ideas. *coughs* Ramatron/Reader/Megatron *coughs* who said that? anyway

I actually started this whole fic wanting to write the 2nd chapter-- you'll see-- and then felt bad that it's entirely centered on Reader's pleasure and absolutely none for Ramattra. So I'm very excited for that, even if it's a litttttttle loose with the size difference comparison (nothing super crazy, technically humanly achievable but probably like "impressive bad dragon" type shit). Wink.

Also? Absolutely no sizing down. Listen, I love the easy excuse the mass displacement gives fics to have PiV but spoiler, there's no PiV in the fic planned so far, it's all 100% 30ft tall Ramatron and navigating that size difference.

[hua-mo-jin-is-a-cutie]

Vocal Synth Headcanons as of March 2024

I wanna share my new headcanons as they've changed a lot and also I feel like tumblr will either ignore them or appreciate them quietly. These headcanons will include sexuality, romantic attraction, relationships, species, age, etc. <3

Before I get into this, I wanna preface this with how I view the vocal synth world in my head. In this world, vocal synths as we know them, are singers for hire and the engine(s) that they are on are the companies they work for. The companies that made them are their management team. So vocals like Miku and the cryptonloids have large management teams, aka crypton, but vocals made by singular people like independently owned utaus only have one manager. Some singers are just normal human beings, some are robots, some are literal fae, etc. But yea, the premise for all of this is that they are singers for hire.

Hatsune Miku:

A literal robot. Built in with the personality and intelligence of an adult, but marketed as a teen idol to attract more customers. THE singer for hire at Vocaloid. There are multiple Miku's because she is in such high demand. The one I like to think about specifically is an older original V2 model that has been given more modern upgrades throughout the years. She is in a relationship with Gumi. Non-repulsed asexual, but like physically she has no parts for it so (cough cough I did write wireplay gumiku fanfic cough cough). Bi-romantic.

Gumi Meg Poid

Human, around 24. In a relationship with a specific Miku. Is a single mother to Ryuto (Gachapoid). Very busy work schedule, but always tries her best to make time for her kid and her girlfriend. Lesbian. A good cook. Fell in love with Miku after singing with her a lot. Lives just outside the city in a little house with her son. Miku has keys to her house, but they don't live together because Miku is required to live close to the studio. She's a high school drop out because she found Ryuto. In this AU I have split up Megpoid (her product name) into a middle and last name. I do the same with Ryuto. The Poid family lol. (but not gakpoid because I don't have strong enough opinions about him to include him in this au. Maybe they're siblings idk).

Ryuto Gacha Poid

Gumi's son, not biologically. Currently around 7 years old. Kinda sorta half monster/dinosaur thing? Born from an egg (inspired by the light reading I did of the gachapin wikapedia page one night). Gumi saw a box on her way home from school that said something like "please take me home" and assumed it was gonna be like a cat or something. She had planned to take it to a shelter instead of leaving it in the rain. Inside the box was a large off-white egg with green spots. She assumed it was some kind of decoration and was about to walk away when it started to hatch. And out pops a crying little baby boy with little horns and a tail. What the fuck, she can't just leave him there. And thus, she has a kid now. Middle name is Gacha because gumi thought it was silly how she got him sort of like a gacha game. He is able to suppress his monster parts, but they still come out when he's really emotional. Sweet hyperactive baby boy. Probably has AuDHD. Friends with a lot of the other Vsynth Kiddos, but besties with Mo Jin. Lowkey really into hard rock and metal music (because that's what he's good at singing, I will fight people please let him sing more metal).

Hua Mo Jin

(ough my sweetest baby gorl aaaaaa more people should love you like I do. Some of what I'm about to write is canon from her character info on dsound so) Huamn, 6 years old. Surprisingly very tall for her age (I never draw her tall, but canonically she is like the average height of a 9 year old). Lives with her older sister, Hua Mo Ci, who she received her rabbit plush from. The rabbit plush scares everyone around her, but she thinks it's really sweet and takes it everywhere. She does not like hard foods, her favorite food is peony steamed buns. Autistic for sure. Also has albinism. Very quiet and doesn't talk much, but loves to sing. Does not get hired very often. Besties with Ryuto despite their language barrier. They're both working on learning English. I headcanon that her mother is dead and that she just lives with Mo Ci because it sort of parallels Gumi and Ryuto.

IA

A literal alien from the planet ARIA. This is the human disguise she takes, but her actual form is kinda blob-like and translucent idk I need to draw it out sometime. Has a younger sister named ONE. In human years she's around 19. In a relationship with Flower. Non-repulsed Asexual (can you tell I'm projecting my sexuality onto the robots and aliens yet?). Her species reproduces asexually so she never really thought about it before dating Flower, but she's open to it. Romantically I'd just say queer. I mean she's not even human and her taking on the persona of a woman was kinda arbitrary. Enjoys learning about humans. Very sleepy, she never quite gets used to earth time. Prefers to wear comfy clothes when she's not performing.

ONE

Again, an Alien from ARIA. Around 15 in human years. More energetic than IA. Participates in athletics at the school she's attending. Socially awkward and kinda shy. Somehow the more responsible of the sisters, she usually cooks breakfast because IA doesn't get up early ever. In a relationship with KAFU. Thinks humans are strange creatures. Romantically a Lesbian, but like in a gender queer way. Really looks up to her sister.

Flower

Human. 100% a lesbian you can't convince me otherwise. Somewhere around 21 I think. Another single mom, but to twins this time. It's a whole story. In a relationship with IA. Somehow keeps attracting otherworldly beings into her life. Xin Hua is her cousin, they're around the same age and pretty close.

So here's her single mom backstory. When she was a kid she used to visit her grandparents for the summer along with Xin Hua. They had would play at the little park across the road (out in the country ya know?) and their grandma would always bring them fresh fruit to snack on. So one day she eats some plums and buries the seeds at that little park. And well she stopped staying at her grandparents for the summer. She returns years later after the death of her grandparents to help clean out their house and she notices that a plum tree has grown at that little park. She takes a break to go over there and have a plum for old times sake and 2 kids fall out of the tree like "Mom!!!" Oopsie, she accidentally created 2 plum tree spirits and now she's got kids.

She is a very tired single mother and still can't really believe that this happened, but she loves them all the same and does her best for them.

KAFU

A literal robot. Created with the personality and intelligence of a teenager (16-17. KAF was 17 at the time of recording so KAFU is minor). In a relationship with ONE. Asexual grey-aromantic) Very curious personality. Likes learning things about ARIA from ONE. Very busy work schedule.

MEIKA Hime

One of Flowers little fae kids. Around 11-12. Very bubbly and hyperactive, def has ADHD. Hyperfixated on plants. Attached at the hip to her twin (I mean like an unhealthy kinda codependency for real). Non-binary, They/She. Some kinda queer. Has a crush on Una. Friends with the other middle school age kids (Una, Oliver, etc.). Not very good at academics, but enjoys science. Has psychic powers. Their life is directly affected by the their tree so if the tree gets sick or hurt, so does she. Is a sleepwalker, often ends up scaring people in the middle of the night on accident.

MEIKA Mikoto

The other fae child. Around 11-12. Not talkative at all, very blunt when she does speak. Maybe autistic, but could just be antisocial I'm not sure yet. Attached at the hip to their twin (I mean like an unhealthy kinda codependency for real). Non-binary, They/She/He. Some kinda queer. Hyperfixated on insects. Enjoys horror movies and novels. Hime's rock. Holds a bit of resentment toward Flower for leaving them alone for so long, but it fades after they start living together. Has psychic powers. Their life is directly affected by the their tree so if the tree gets sick or hurt, so does he. They prefer quiet study sessions with Oliver and find Una to be a little overwhelming at times. She enjoys learning about astrology from IA once she starts hanging around more often (when her and Flower start dating).

Kaai Yuki

Human. 9 years old. Poor immune system, often gets sick (bc her voice provider literally had a cold at the time of recording her voicebank). Kiyoteru is her foster parent, but he does eventually adopt her. Really enjoys school and learning. Tutors the littler kids.

Yun Quan

(if it's not obvious this is my fan design for her) Human, around 8. Tall for her age. Snarky and a rich girl. Very protective of her friends and very mean to everyone else. She's not allowed to wear makeup, but really wants to be able to wear it, so she just has a huge collection of lip smackers lip balm.

Otomachi Una

Human, 11. Sees gumi as a sort of big sister / mentor figure since they share a management team. ADHD. Hyperfixated on marine life, specifically eels. Since she like canonically has different personas (Sugar, Spicy, and Talk) that all seem very different, I sort of have this idea that she has DID and that those personas her her different alters, but I don't have DID and don't wanna misrepresent it so I'm hesitant with that one. My other idea for it that I lean more toward is that they're her different ways of masking. So like Spicy could be her preformance mask, sugar could be how she is in everyday life, and talk could be how she presents in school. I know I (my autistic ass) have different masks for different social settings. Also Una is really into Scene fashion and 100% drinks Monster. She is in marching band.

Oliver

Zombie boy. around 11. Soft spoken and anxious. has a pet bird named James. His whole family is some kinda monster. Self concious about his stitches so he covers them with bandages, but that just draws more attention to him. Does not like going to school or really in public at all. Afraid of water. Close friends with Mikoto and Yuki.

I have more but I've been at this for a while so I'll add to this later lol

[postive-rainworld-anarchy-conf]

I am saddened by some of the artists involved in the recent SC drama. I was inspired by their work, regardless of whether or not I now consider them guilty of the crimes they have been accused of. Following these events, smaller artists will sometimes 'fill the space' of the now-excised artists by taking inspiration from their character designs or aesthetics. A way to ensure that the best parts of who the original artists were continue to remain in a morally pure form, I suppose. Do you think that is a valid response? I think it could be triggering for the ones who were part of the original conflict.

honestly?

I have no fucking clue what's going on, from what I understand the evidence is shaky at best and hinges on a document which I'm pretty sure remains to be posted, and a video of someone just scrolling through a bunch of dms.

I'm not in like, the rainworld tumblr community, mostly being on ao3, but I don't think anything is actually going on here, to me it feels like someone might just be saying shit and trying to start shit for something minor, when it really isn't worth it.

also a whole bunch of their argument relies on the fact someone follows feral artists???? why the fuck should I care.

again I don't know the situation but it seems like harassment for the sake of harassment and no one should have their online presence erased from the internet for the crimes of ???

like they said grooming but I don't even actually know where the evidence of that is...

and I've seen the document pansear made but like, it's just fucking screenshots with little to no context until like at the end, and is needlessly 67 pages or something long. you can post more than 1 or 2 screenshots on a page.

I did get to see it edited in real time however! which was interesting

so my advice? carry on, don't let people try to make you take sides on something that really doesn't matter as much as they try to make it seem like it does.

also still follow smaller artists! there are plenty out there, you should still do that actually.

infact you should already be trying to do that, it's how the world goes around everyone!

but that's my thoughts on the matter.

oh also it's really fucking weird that in the "feral and wireplay" fandom, that half of that is being treated like an offense worse than murder.

like your literally in the rainworld community, maybe this is the fanfic in me talking but like, ok so???

edit, forgor (skull emoji) the gif

[tunglo]

Hello! Hope ur day has been good! For the fandom meme : W and K 😊

Thank you - and yours! :)

K - Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms.

Everybody who interacts with me! Seriously, you make being in fandom worthwhile. Because, yeah, I'm mostly here to write, but I'd still lose motivation quick without anything to bounce off. It's the fandom squee that keeps the fire alive. :D

W - 5 favourite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships.

I'm so vanilla with my fave kinks. It's all just like, they love each other a really unhealthy amount and pine pathetically about it. (Also: men crying.) Like, the sex might eventually be quite kinky, but it's not so much about what they're doing as who they're doing it with. But! I racked my brain for some ships I love combined with more concrete kinks.

Reed900 (Detroit Become Human) - wireplay! Why write robots with fully functioning bits when you can have some lovesick idiot sticking their fingers in the wiring?

Xander/Spike (Buffy) - neck biting/blood/vampirism. Because, well, obviously. I love focusing on it for all my vampire/human ships, but Xander/Spike was my first. <333

Kirk/Spock (or McCoy/Spock...) - ears and handplay. AKA the bits we've all collectively decided are definitely Vulcan erogenous zones. To be fair I'm all about the fantasy/sci-fi ears. When I eventually continue my Deep Space 9 watch through I have no doubt I'll be straight back on my Nog/Jake bullshit, for example.

Gaston/LeFou (Beauty and the Beast) - sharing a third party. Like, Gaston would totally be too selfish to get his women off, so he gets LeFou to do it. And LeFou would because he gets to put his mouth where part of Gaston's just been...

Obikin/Vaderwan - older virgin/inexperience kink. Because Anakin would get off on the idea of being the one and only, and because I am always down for a character who is more or less a virgin because they're too repressed/devout/ashamed, etc.

Also I am increasingly feral about male lactation for the first time. Just, Anakin demanding that Obi-Wan literally feed him on top of everything else is so hot.

[creativeskullcreations]

Uzi/V(/N possibly) Headcanons but It's a Tumblr Couple Questions Game (SFW...Mostly)

Soooooo you know that thing I said a while back about Uzi/V headcanons? Well, this is the thing.

(Also just a heads up, this is connected to Wireplay a bit, so there may be implied Uzi/V/N. Just sayin.)

Let’s get to the headcanons, shall we?

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  So, I’m modeling this after an ask game I saw on Tumblr once (I think you know but also I think you don’t???) about certain couple things, so I’m…you know. Modeling these headcanons in the form of questions.

…

ANYWAYS-

  Who’s the Cuddler? Uzi. Definitely Uzi. Touch-Starved Goth Baby wants hugs and cuddles from Big Girlfriend (and possibly Big Boyfriend). Touch-Starved Goth Baby gets hugs and cuddles from Big Girlfriend (and possibly Big Boyfriend)

Oh absolutely. It helps that V(and N) are nice and warm most of the time, too.

  Who wakes up first? V. Uzi sleeps like a log. Especially if they did You-Know-What the night before

  Who’s more affectionate? V, surprisingly. Especially after a long…session, where she’ll just hold Uzi in her arms and just cuddle her and say sweet, affectionate nothings to her. Uzi likes it, though she’ll never admit it

Nothing kills an edgy persona like admitting to liking affection.

  Who has the weird taste in music? Both. Both of them. Uzi listens to Anime music (and sometimes the occasional Pop Song) and V listens to 80s Rock

Anime rock party at the Corpse Spire!

  Who is more protective? Both are protective, but V is the more protective one. She doesn’t know much about what happened to Uzi, but she knows enough that she won’t let it happen again. Also safe to say that Khan had better say his prayers if he shows his face again

  Who sings in the shower? There’s no shower, but…yeah both of them. I’ll leave it up to you to decide which songs they sing the most frequently

  Who cries during movies? Depends on the movie

  Who kisses more roughly? Both of them on occasion, but mostly V. Uzi likes it tho

  Who is the more dominant? V. Uzi doesn’t mind though ;)

V is def the most dominant Drone out there. For the moment at least.

  Who burns the dinner? Can’t burn the dinner if the dinner can’t be burned

  Who forgets dates? V will forget on occasion, and she’ll feel bad about it. Uzi forgives her most of the time and they just hang out tho

  Who has to remind the other person to take care of their health? V. Uzi's not used to people caring about her health, physical or mental, so V reminds her constantly of how much she means to her

  Who reminds the other person to go to bed? V. Uzi’s also terrible with her sleep schedule. V’s had to drag her to bed or do a session with her just to get her to sleep on multiple occasions

V: Uzi it's time for fucking bed! *body slams onto the mattress*

  Who makes breakfast in bed? Don't know if this counts, but one time during the day, Uzi found an oil drum or two lying about, so when night came, she just gave them to V. V gave her something else that night as thanks

Aw, that's just sweet.

  Who will eat food no matter if it’s over/under cooked? V. She literally eats worker drone corpses, so the bar for food’s pretty low for her. As long as it has oil inside it, and isn’t from Uzi’s colony, she’ll gladly eat it. Though she’ll make sure to eat it away from Uzi

  Who is more likely to get lost? Uzi’s been inside a bunker for most of her life, so she gets lost easily in places where she can't see the spire. V helps her with directions tho

Uzi: Shit where's the Spire?! I can't let them find me I'll never live it down!

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  Soooo yeah! Those are my headcanons in question form!

  I might make another one of these that’s more Non-Osha Compliant (NSFW) in the future, so…yeah.

Till then, funny skull person!

Yo these are great! My reactions are in purple, while the original headcanons will be in black.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Fucktoy

Commission long overdue for the lovely @ago-fucks featuring Revenant/Reader and a certain sex toy that’s a craze with all the cool kids out there.

Fleshlights, I’m talking fleshlights.

Summary: Revenant is best when he's tied up and begging, at least that's what you think. Or. In which you buy a new toy for your murder robot boyfriend and you get to test it out in the best ways involving bondage, begging, and getting to hear him say things no one else would get to hear.

Reblogs > Likes. It costs zero dollars to reblog the fics you like :D

!!!Minors and ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked on sight!!!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Revenant/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, bondage, praise, mild degradation, reader is gender neutral and has a vulva and is specifically written as short and chubby, lots of Rev/Robot headcanons happening in here, wireplay, lingerie (on reader), Revenant has a cock attachment

Words: 3.2k

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A little surprise was needed every now and again, you thought.  

Revenant had been doing so well lately getting adjusted to this period in his life. In the arena, he was a menace to be seen, snarling and growling, shedding blood and laughing about it like it was his favorite thing. But, at home, sure he still snarled and growled- it was in his voice box to do so after all, but it was more of a grumble as he accepted your eager hands to drag him down to your much shorter height to press a kiss to his face plate and welcome him home.  

Like a feral cat, he’d had to warm up to you. You were one of the Apex Games medical experts when they arrived injured. Specializing in mechanics and secondly in human flesh, you were hired to work mostly on Pathfinder, and then of course when he joined, Revenant. Special repairs were to be had for each model, and oh did Revenant not like anyone touching him. You had made it clear that consent was strict.  

You would not touch him, unless he was comfortable with you doing so.  

~Rest under the cut~

Perhaps that had made him warm up to you quicker, with giving him the choice so he could have control on the situation. He’d grumbled the first time, but he’d let you patch him up at least, and then the second time had snarled he didn’t need your help before begrudgingly leaning to the side to show where a cord might have torn.  

And to present relationship? Now he cuddled up to you like an affection starved feline. Perhaps feline wasn’t a good word for him, maybe an arachnid with how his long, spidery limbs wound around you. Revenant had grumbled the first time that he hadn’t powered down in centuries, quite literally. Because he didn’t really know he could. But after some research on simulacrum, you found he had the ability to and now one of his favorite things was joining you in bed.  

So now? Now you were both looking on your laptop for new toys. You’d wanted to find something to accommodate his preferred attachment lately of a cock, since dildos and strap  ons  wouldn’t work with said attachment. Vibrators did pretty well, but you wanted something more...hands on.  

“What about one of these?” You had asked, offering the fleshlight section of the site. You’d been able to watch him hum curiously, his optics spinning as he admired the choices. Before he’d asked to see them in use. Which required looking up videos to give examples and being able to see him eagerly ask you to go back so he could pick one.  

With that out of the way, you placed one in the cart and waited for him to power down for the night before you’d snuck your phone and placed another thing in for yourself and ordered it express. Carefully maneuvering yourself back into his eager arms.  

Then it had been the desperate waiting game.  

The box arrives at your apartment’s doorstep discreetly packaged. You know Revenant is getting ready for a match so you text him eagerly from your holopad to let him know that his gift is here, and asking if he of course wants to try it out tonight. You bite your lip after you hit send, eagerness through your chest as you take to picking up around your home to ignore your own giddy feelings. You had today off, and probably good you did anyhow considering how excited your face must have been.  

It would be hours before he replied, but once you finally get that notification for his text, the sun has already started to set. You’d been tuned into the games, watching the cameras pick up on his victory with Bloodhound and Caustic at his side. Curled up on the corner of the couch and able to watch him nail Octane between his goggle’s lenses with a peacekeeper. Gory, perhaps, but you were a medical and mechanical professional, you’d seen worse.  

A solid, three burst knock makes you perk up. You’d been comfortable at home in some shorts and a hoodie, nothing special nor nothing you couldn’t answer the door in. You swing off the couch, padding across the floor and open it wide open to smile up at the bot at the door.  

“Hi, baby, saw your win! Congratulations on being champion!” You practically coo your praise to him, stepping by to let him in as you shut and lock the door behind you. Revenant lets his optics wander the apartment, cleaned and picked up, before finally looking downwards at you. He was already tall enough, but you were short by nature, meaning your head met about his chest plate. He’d always thought it was cute.  

Eagerly, you reach up for him, making a ‘gimme’ motion until he relents and leans down, letting you cup his face plate and peck a kiss on his silicone lower lip. “No scratches on you? I know I wasn’t there today; Theodore should have had you covered.” You murmur the last bit, releasing him so you could circle him like the worried partner you were.  

Revenant huffs in return, optics rolling, “Is that his name? I didn’t ask. You know very well no one can fix me as well as you can.” His voice growls in a low grumble, but you definitely take that last part as a compliment. It’s definitely worth it when you beam up at him from his side, lifting his arm briefly to check for the damages done to inner circuiting. The smallest brush of your fingers against the thick wirings of his right hip makes him make a soft noise, causing you to immediately retract and for him to be disappointed. Not that he’d show it.  

“You can’t be picky if you’re damaged,” You remind him, moving to in front of him with your arms crossed, watching him mimic your stance as he goes to sass you again but you’re quick on him, “And don’t you say it’s because I know better, he has just as many qualifications as me. You just like me.” Your voice is a tease, a smile on your face he can’t be mad at.  

It’s a slow walk to you room as you talk idly amongst yourselves. But as you make it to the bed, you pipe up quietly. “You still want to try, right? You know I’ve never minded if you don’t want to, I’d love you no less.” With a gentle hand to the curve of the metal at his hip and your eyes flicking up to search his optics for tension. Revenant had been...skittish when it came to sex, his biggest fear had been that he’d hurt you. Nowadays it was a way to be intimate, but you still felt the need to triple check just in case he wasn’t feeling up to it.  

He lets out a snort, a sort of choked growl in his voice box to mimic the sound. A hand over yours settles your nerves with his voice rumbling, “Yes. I picked the damned thing after all. Besides I,” He pauses there for a moment, seeming to struggle before he lets out in a softer tone, bringing your hand up to his face plate so he could mimic a kiss to your knuckles. “I enjoy our intimate time together. Or whatever frilly way you want me to say ‘fuck’.”  

It eases the tension in your body, a laugh choking from you as you move the hand brought to his face to cup his face plate, running your thumb on his silicone lower lip. Revenant’s optics flicker to the bed, clearly curious as to where you HAD said toy. But, your grin must answer his question, “Get comfortable on the bed and I’ll go get ready. Remember your safe words and signals?”  

It’s with a soft huff Revenant does as told. Red, yellow, and green were always easy to remember. The hand signals were simple enough, depending on what was hindered. Two slaps to any nearby object or two slams of his foot were silent ways to say stop.   

You wait for him patiently, reminding him of what a good boy he is and leaving the room to let him undoubtedly get his attachment on. As well as to sneak into the bathroom to find the freshly cleaned toy, rope you’d had lain out, and your outfit of choice.  

Your body was always on the plumper side, but you didn’t have an issue with it- neither did Revenant at that. Your lovely body is dressed in a dark blue, lace baby doll night gown. The night gown part was split right beneath your chest with a lovely little bow, splaying across your sides and ending at the swells of your thighs. Scalloped straps pulled up over your shoulders, letting your plentiful cleavage be shown. The panties were a matching thong, with thigh highs to boot.  

Perfect.  

When you walk back out into the bedroom, Revenant’s reaction is almost feral. The way the static in his voice box goes lower with the low growl he lets out, his optics seeming to spin in almost a bird-like fashion with how darker orange fills the space and then  thins  out. It makes you feel...wanted.  

“Down boy,” You playfully coo, letting your thumb slide across the rope in one hand to ground yourself and remind yourself who was in charge tonight. Especially when he growls again, his attachment clearly hard with the nodes on the sides lit up a bright red. “Remember who you belong to tonight.” You remind him.  

But, God, does his cock look delicious. A black thick silicone with red textured mini spikes lining the sides as well as lit up nodes curling up to the head. Five inches long with a  three-inch  girth, it was plenty to take, Revenant always liked to watch your face contort trying to take him, but tonight you weren’t going to be taking him. No, no, you were going to make him cry with a toy and make him beg to have you.  

The next steps are simple. Tying him up. The rope goes easily across metal, tying carefully between joints and pressing kisses where they meet. You tie him on his back, wrists to ankles and forcing his long legs up and apart with his wrists. Bound and exposed, his legs stay open and high, bent at the knee comfortably without it being too complicated. You praise him all during it, soft kisses on his ankles and wrists as you duck to the side to grab the toy and settle back in front of him.  

The wiring on his inner thighs is always a go to so you start there. Caressing the thin wires that connect the joints to a thick metal core. He immediately tenses, mouth falling open to reveal sharp metal teeth and the way his throat echoes like a long hallway when he groans. You smirk a bit, tracing your fingers up closer to his hip where a thicker bundle of wires rest, letting him shake briefly as your nails trace up the inner silicone lining to form a hip bone.  

His cock jerks with a gentle grunt in his throat. His cum reserves must have been full, considering a small bead of translucent red cum drips down his cock.  

“What a good boy. Already filled without even being asked?” You begin small, letting your hands wander down his hips to the center of your attention. His hips attempt to come up to no avail in his exposed position, allowing you to trace one nail up his cock and watching it jerk again weakly. “You must have been thinking about this all day.”  

The response to you is a weakened growl, a reverberating sound as if he was in a cave that trails off into a breathy, high sound. It doesn’t sound human, no surprise there, but it does make you grin.  

A few pumps and he’s set on throwing his head back to huff to himself in pleasure. Revenant was always sensitive, had always been, you imagined centuries of no touch would do that to you. But, even now, it seems he’d be flushed all over if he could. He’d probably be fucking your fist at this rate if he could even move them, poor thing.  

It’s not much more teasing before you glide the lubed fleshlight up the underside of his cock. Letting the faux lower lips frame him and sliding it up to the head. His hips twitch, his head jerking to the side and exposing the sensitive wirings of his throat with the shift of his cowl.  

The wet slide of it on his cock is a tight, tight fit. Something that you can only imagine as your greedy eyes take in the crimson toy swallowing his thick shaft with a wet ‘shlick’ as it tightly envelops him. You can feel the way he jerks in it, watching the tips of his fingers curl against his ankles and his optics flickering a few times before seeming to buzz back to existence.  

“Fuck-” He whines out, a shaky sound in his chest that sounds distant with the way his head rolls to the side and causes his wiring to shift for his voice box. “Fuck-- ” He croaks out again with a creak to his throat as you begin to shift the toy upwards to the head and slide it back down.  

“That’s a good boy, that’s what I like to hear,” You praise him, feeling yourself affected as well as your breathing as you begin fucking the toy on him. Each wet slide is met with a wet, soft slap of the toy hitting his pelvis. The creak of the metal of his joints and how he whines and growls in soft, panted, breathless little noises. You about take him out when you twist the toy and slam it back down onto him, hearing him yowl much like an animal in heat.  

“So pretty for me,” You continue with your own voice breathless, “So easy to make you feel good, my little toy.” You use the name carefully, eyes flickering to his face to gauge his reaction.  

It’s positive, to say the least, where his head flings back and you know he’d be fucking into your grip if he could. Instead, he’s made to squirm and jerk in his bonds, panting heavily as you stroke him with the tight, wet little toy again and again.  

“You sound beautiful, baby.” You murmur.  

Just to watch him cry out and give the telltale signs he’s close. With low whines in his throat fading off to low, breathed out growls. Huffing and huffing until-  

You stop.  

And Revenant cries out like a wounded beast. Optics flickering until they land on you and he snarls like you’ve deprived him of his treat. You imagine he doesn’t like it when you smile, holding the fleshlight juuuust  about the tip of his cock where he’s leaking the translucent fluid, shiny and wet from the toy and oh so wanting.  

“Give. It. To. Me.” He snarls out each word like a threat. But kind of hard to be threatening with your dick so hard and you’re an exposed simulacrum tied up in pretty ropes.  

“I want to hear you beg,” You grin in turn, tilting your head coyly when he snarls again. “I want to hear you say you’re my cutest fuck toy.”  

“No.”  

“I wasn’t asking.”  

Revenant scoffs before he pauses at your tone, tempting and low. His optics shift away briefly. Embarrassment would be hard to see in someone like him, but you can tell from the silence and the way he’s breathing despite not needing to. He had his safe words, he had his signals, but you have the feeling he’s not even thinking about those. Instead, you can see him trying not to be humiliated. So, you give him a little encouragement with a rub of the toy just to watch him shudder.  

That sparks his brattiness. He tries to buck up to no avail, tries to roll and shake and hump, for not.   

When that doesn’t work, he tries again, but adds in, “Please let me cum! Let me cum, goddamnit! Goddamn you- let me- let me cum!” He sounds so cute when he does it, desperate and wanting. You give him some slack, one pump of the toy just to get his hopes up and to hear him moan with static tracing the edges only to hold it just above the head again.  

“Fuck!” He snarls, desperation dripping in his tone in an almost sob. Almost.  

Your hand comes up, gripping his throat and pressing your thumb into the junction of his two thickest wires. A small amount of pressure on the thinner one makes him feel like he’s going to get light headed, a well pressed pressure point as you growl at him and begin jerking him with the toy in a nice, but not enough pace.  

“You’re my favorite, cutest fuck toy. Say. It.” You punctuate each word with a harsh slam of the toy twice before holding it at the head. No matter how much he cries out and swears, you don’t move, letting his voice creak and crack until you release the wiring.  

“I’m your cute-cutest fuck toy! I’m y-your- AH!” Revenant near about wails it out, only to choke when you begin fucking him with the toy earnestly. Letting his breaths come out in repeated, short snarls until he’s cumming with a long sound fading off into nothing.  

The cum drips from the end of the toy into your hand. You give it a few more jerks for good measure, just to watch him jerk and huff in overstimulation before you slowly drag it off with a wet noise. You set it on the nightstand, telling yourself to deal with it later as you work the ropes off of him and set them to the side.  

You lie down on your back, letting him come to you like a clingy little spider. One arm  wraps  around your middle, his head coming to rest on your chest as you cup the back of his neck and stroke the metal forming his spine. You  caress  him gently, gently nudging him for him to look up at you so you can kiss the flatness of his skeletal nose and smile at him.  

“You did a good job, baby.” You murmur adoringly, kissing the corner of his mouth to match. “Thank you for indulging me. You feeling alright?”  

“Just peachy.” His voice comes out as a hoarse growl, no doubt overusing his poor voice box. But even then, it makes you laugh, kissing his forehead once again.  

“What about you?” He murmurs after a moment, his finger hooking into the thin waistband of your panties and making your cheeks flush. “Would be a damn shame to not put any of this to use...”  

“Bold for someone who just said he was my fuck toy.” You cheekily toy back, watching his head snap up and his optics widening and thinning out in a quiet threat.  

You’d pay for it later, but for now? For now he just grumbles, shoving his head back onto your chest.  

Good boy.  

[emeraldembers]

Fic: Loving You Inside Out (Markus/Simon, NC17)

Title: Loving You Inside Out

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Pairing: Markus/Simon

Summary: Markus and Simon take the time to enjoy Jericho finally having doors that lock.

Author’s Notes: Written for beartwinkhell's birthday in response to their request for Markus/Simon plus overstimulation. Happy belated birthday dude!

With many thanks to my darling beta, @decadentmousse. Comments loved and encouraged!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15529572

Markus had never thought of himself as greedy. Willful, yes, maybe even demanding, but not greedy.

Until he had Simon alone.

They had stolen moments together on Jericho before, fumbling in dark corners and behind doors too rusted to shut properly, but they had never had true privacy; not until now. Not until Jericho's new population had brought mechanics, electricians, and cleaners whose work was slowly turning Jericho from a squalid refuge into a sanctuary.

Now Jericho had power, warmth, light, and doors that locked.

Markus could feel his stress levels rising as he stripped off, folding his clothes and setting them down neatly on the floor alongside Simon's. There was nothing romantic about the setting, but it was practical, and as comfortable as they were likely to find. Their room could be locked, the mattress on the floor was dry, and they were close enough to the boiler room that its furnace filled the corridors around with more than enough noise to cover up their own.

Markus had no silk sheets or feather pillows to offer Simon, but he had privacy and he had himself, and he was determined to make that feel like enough.

"I win," Simon said, Markus looking over to find Simon naked on the mattress, and hurriedly shedding the last of his clothes before joining him.

"I don't know," Markus said, kneeling over Simon and bracing his arms beside Simon's head. "You stripped faster, I got to look at you faster. Who's the real winner?"

Simon leaned up and bit Markus' lower lip sharply. "Shut up."

"You don't want that," Markus said, bringing his hands to Simon's shoulders and pushing him back down with enough weight to pin him there.

Markus had meant to tease Simon, to keep their conversation light and playful, but he hadn't had a chance to stop and just look at Simon before; not with Simon knowing he was looking.

Simon wasn't the first PL600 Markus had ever seen, their paths sometimes crossing when Markus' shopping route for Carl had taken him near schools or playgrounds, but Simon was no more 'just' a PL600 than North was 'just' a Traci.

Simon was… Simon. Trusting and thoughtful and strong - so much stronger than he knew.

"What is it?" Simon asked when the silence between them had stretched out too long, and Markus leaned back down to kiss him, shutting his eyes and committing the moment to memory.

They did not lead safe lives. They might not get many more moments like this.

"Just admiring the art," Markus said, and Simon cackled with appalled laughter, his face lighting up with it.

"Who taught you how to flirt?"

"A septuagenarian," Markus replied with ease, kissing Simon's nose, his left cheek, his left ear in quick succession. "You can't make someone laugh unless they like you."

"Was that advice or a fact?" Simon asked, voice hitching when Markus nipped his earlobe.

"Both, I think," Markus said, nibbling some more just to feel Simon tense up beneath him, then moving his bites down Simon's neck, stopping just shy of the junction between neck and shoulder.

Markus sat up, rubbing Simon's shoulders, and drew his skin back from his hands to expose the white of them. Simon didn't often like having his arms touched and wasn't yet ready to explain why, but Markus knew it had to have involved human violence. Making it clear that he wasn't human seemed to help.

"Is this okay?" Markus asked, stroking Simon's arms and pulling them up gently above Simon's head when Simon nodded. "Thank you," Markus said, linking his hands with Simon's and kissing each of Simon's shoulders. "Can you keep them there?" he asked, squeezing Simon's hands lightly.

"I'll try."

Markus thanked Simon with another kiss, bringing his hands down to tangle in Simon's hair and hold him close. Simon trusted him on a level he'd never known before and barely knew how to accept, and the softness of his ever-tired eyes had been a comfort long before they had mattresses and reliable heat in Jericho.

"I don't know where to start with you," Markus said as he sat back on his haunches, admiring the pale stretch of Simon's torso, the slight curve of his hips, the half-hard swell of his cock. "I've wanted this for so long."

Simon smiled before looking down, Markus following Simon's eyes and watching the skin retract from Simon's stomach, revealing the white plate of his abdomen. "Open me up," Simon said.

Markus stalled.

Simon had brought up the subject of wire play before; his cock was functional, and he could come, but he had described the experience as underwhelming - not unpleasant, but ultimately little more satisfying than fulfilling any other objective.

Wireplay bypassed the rules set by their creators, allowing them to find pleasure on their own terms.

"I trust you," Simon said, and Markus moved a hand to Simon's stomach, pressing down gently and sending through a command for it to open.

A human could never have understood what Markus saw. They might have appreciated the aesthetics of lights and wires and biocomponents, might have been capable of fetishising it even, but they wouldn't have seen a person. They wouldn't have seen Simon.

"You're beautiful," Markus said, reaching inside carefully to run his fingers over the lines and shapes that made up Simon, mapping out his circuits. "You're so fucking beautiful."

Reaching further up, Markus could feel the curve of Simon's regulator port, thick and protective and a reminder that it held the very reason Simon was alive. A port containing a heart compatible with Markus' own; Carl would have loved reading into that.

"Tell me what you want," Markus said, pushing down his curiosity before it could distract him from the moment. He'd made time for this so he could lose himself in Simon and with Simon.

"Further back," Simon said, "The nodes on my spi-"

Markus obeyed before Simon could finish the sentence, and the way Simon's eyelids fluttered as his voice glitched out sent a jolt straight to Markus' cock. From the outside, Simon's spine was reinforced to be stronger than any human's; inside, it was a mass of nodes and fine wires, a map of nerves controlling almost everything Simon's body did.

Beautiful.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Markus said, reverent as he tiptoed his fingers up Simon's spine, keeping his touch light. His cock throbbed between his legs, demanding attention Markus wasn't ready to give it, not until Simon wanted him to.

"Again," Simon said, gritting his teeth when Markus dragged his fingers down just to restart their journey. "Your other hand, touch me with that too."

Markus shifted his weight so he could settle more comfortably, bringing his other hand to wrap around Simon's cock.

Compared to Simon's wiring, his cock was an ordinary, human sort of thing, but Markus had an idea about how to fix that.

Simon's pseudo-prostate had been designed to behave roughly like a human's, something to make him react like one when fucked or fingered. It hadn't been meant for direct contact.

Markus brought the hand he'd had on Simon's spine forward, rubbing his thumb over the firm bundle of nerves, and Simon arched up sharply, a static curse on his lips. "Fuck me," Simon said, fierce and demanding, and Markus' cock jumped in response.

Markus moved his free hand under Simon, pressing his fingers into him to make sure his self-lubrication was as thorough in practice as it was meant to be in theory, then grinned wickedly as he put pressure on Simon's prostate from both sides.

"Oh fuck you," Simon groaned after a long whine of unintelligible static. "Fuck you, don't stop -"

"I can't fuck you if my fingers are in the way," Markus teased. "Make up your mind."

"Put your cock in me, you asshole," Simon spat out, jaw clenched tight and eyes fiery as Markus gave in, pulling out his fingers and pressing his cock up against Simon's hole.

Even if Simon's irritation made Markus laugh, it still warmed him that he was the only person who got to see this side of Simon - a Simon who didn't have to keep a cool head and balance everyone's needs, a Simon who could demand things for himself.

Markus wouldn't say it yet, not when it would make the moment about his own feelings rather than Simon's, but he loved him. Loved every last inch of him.

"Okay?" Markus asked, pushing in, and happy to take Simon nodding as an answer.

Simon's hands gripped the top of the mattress, twisting and almost tearing the material, and Markus felt Simon whisper wirelessly to him, "Let me touch you, please?"

It was tempting to say yes - beyond tempting, given he already knew something of what Simon's hands could do - but Markus moved to lean over Simon, compromising instead. "Touch yourself," Markus said, cupping Simon's ass in his own hands. "Any way you like. Can you do that for me?"

Simon nodded, blessedly unselfconscious when they were alone like this, bringing his arms back down to wrap one hand around his cock, the other disappearing inside his stomach. Markus stalled entirely when he felt the already delightful squeeze of Simon around him intensify.

It took a moment for Markus to be able to do more than just move and feel, and when Markus looked up at Simon, Simon's sly grin nearly stalled him again.

"You cheated," Markus said, groaning as Simon squeezed down around him again, making his eyelids glitch and flutter.

"'Any way I like'," Simon reminded him, Markus unable to respond with much more than a strangled noise and thrusting into the tight grip of Simon's body. "I like hearing you beg, too."

"Then you'll hear it," Markus said, pulling the skin back from his hands again so he could let Simon feel what he felt, let Simon hear what he couldn't say.

And he could hear Simon in turn.

Need him want him want him to need you nonono not that never that push it down don't think don't speak you don't deserve -

Markus moved his hands up Simon's back, lifting him up into his lap and fucking into him with short, sharp thrusts as he pulled him into a kiss. Needed you from day one, Simon. Stay with me. Markus tilted his head, resting his mouth on Simon's cheek. Stay with me.

Simon came first, but not by much, and his sobbed-out moans were something Markus knew he'd never forget.

They would have to dress and rejoin the rest of Jericho eventually, their roles within it too important to abandon for long, but there was no point in rushing. Someone would find them if there was an emergency, but for the time being they had silence and an hour or two in which to enjoy it.

Markus helped Simon check his stomach was clean and everything where it ought to be before Simon closed his stomach panel again and lay down, rolling onto his side and curling up so Markus could spoon with him comfortably.

"I'm glad I met you," Markus said, quiet and quieter still for having his lips pressed to the nape of Simon's neck. "Whatever happens next, I'm glad I met you."

Simon didn't reply in words, but threaded their fingers together over his stomach, going still as he slipped into idle mode.

Markus didn't need to idle just yet, but that suited him just fine. Carl had told him often about the importance of appreciating beauty.

Now seemed as good a time as any to put that advice into practice.

[creativeskullcreations]

Same anon the did the whole dark premise thing with V and Uzi thing. Not sure if ya read it or not, so I'm making my ask INE more time just in case. Basically, you said in response to my premise that keeping Uzi would help V feel better about herself. Could you possibly explain what you mean?

I headcanon that V has genuine memory problems. Like, she wasn't faking that she forgot who N was to be mean, she genuinely did forget him until he showed up again. You can actually see this in Wireplay, where she never refers to anybody by name unless someone else has used it first.

Having Uzi around would be something she has to remember. She needs to remember that Uzi exists, that she has to check and make sure she hasn't escaped, or that J hasn't found her.

And every time she remembers, she's proud of herself. She's overcoming a glitch that has plagued her since activation. She's not useless, she's not broken, she can remember things. So then she treats herself to her pet, makes her feel good for, however indirectly, making her feel good about herself.

She never remembers Uzi's name. And she sometimes forgets N knows about her. But eventually she stops forgetting Uzi exists, and that's good enough for her.

[creativeskullcreations]

Same anon who did the whole...dark premise thing with V and Uzi. I know you said you'd probably never make a fic of it but...I'm really attached to the idea for some reason, and my writing isn't the best, And I'd be really grateful if you did. I'm even making some notes that I'm planning to submitting to you! So, if I can make a small suggestion, could you possibly work on the idea in the future? Perhaps after Wireplay, or that fic with Uzi and the human kid? Neat concept by the way, the latter.

It is a good idea, and I might do something with it later yeah. It depends on where my motivation and inspiration goes, honestly.

Which is stuck on Wireplay right now lol. Just have so many ideas for it. But maybe in the future, when Wireplay is over and done with, I can get something written up for it.

But yeah, you can submit ideas for the dark au(that still needs a name). Who knows, it might help me think of some stuff for it. :D