#the matrix x reader

[magneticallyyours]

Seeing how you are interested in writing Matrix pics, you won't mind writing some relationship headcanons for Neo (I love this hackerman so much)

Thanks btw!

Of course!! Sorry for the extremely late response, I die on this website quite often ;-;

I hope this is what you wanted, I did both red and bluepill Neo!

As you can probably tell after reading, I've never written headcanons in my life

✰✰ Neo relationship headcanons✰✰

->Bluepill

Neo would be too absorbed in his double life as a programmer and as Neo for a relationship, at the start. But then he met you.

It was nothing at first, but as time went on, he noticed you were always on his mind, one way or another. Being lectured by his boss, writing code? Anything? He wondered what you were up to. It drove him crazy.

He would try to deny his feelings. Definitely not the one to confess first. He'd sit around wallowing until you confessed, and even then he'd be like a deer caught in headlights.

If you weren't a hacker like him, he'd be more worried. Now he had to factor in his actions causing you harm, in some way.

Worry or no worry, that wouldn't change what he felt about you. He'd be attentive whenever you talked. He would ask about your day. If you were tired, he would rub your shoulders without hesitation.

He would almost always be the little spoon, unless you wanted it otherwise.

Sometimes he'd surprise you by renting movies to watch together at home. Blankets, microwave popcorn and snuggles should go without saying.

Once he warmed up to you, he’d be very needy. He'd love morning kisses and hugs. His love language? Words of affirmation.

Slowly, he would start taking better care of his clothes, hair, appearance to impress you.

He'd try his best to be a good partner, searching for “cute gifts for valentine's day” and the like because my man is CLUELESS.

His work being as it is, you might find him sleeping at his desk more often than not. He would be flustered in the morning, noticing the blanket you'd put on his shoulders.

Sometimes when you do that he wakes up. But he keeps his eyes closed anyway, just barely holding back a smile.

He'd be willing to learn and try new things, just for you.

->Redpill

Outside of the Matrix, Neo would more or less be just as loving as he was inside of it.

Only he'd be much, much more protective. He wouldn't want you to run into trouble. It was always an uneasy feeling he had.

He would train with you when he could manage it. Neo always learnt things from you, and taught you things in return.

Don't be surprised if you wake up and find him holding you tight, he'll be doing that a lot more now.

You're one of the many reasons he wants to end the war and save humanity, he would never want to see you hurt.

Whenever he slept, he slept with the hope that he could wake up to your face the next morning.

Forget being The One-

He wants to be the one for you more than anything.

[babsharrison]

Between Worlds - Neo x Reader

Pairing | Neo Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary | Neo returns to your life after disappearing, revealing that the world you live in is an illusion of the Matrix. Now, you must choose between the safety of the life you know and the unknown truth alongside Neo.

Word Count | 1.5k

CW | None. just some fluff

A/N | Hey luvs, this is my first fanfic here! I really hope you like it, and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I did my best. 😭

The soft morning light filtered through the café windows, casting dancing shadows on the tiled floor. Neo sat at a table in the corner, a forgotten cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes never left you, as you laughed and chatted animatedly with a group of friends at the next table. To them, you were a young woman full of life, hope, and possibilities. To him, you were a painful reminder of what he had lost and could never have.

As he watched you, memories flooded in, bringing back the conversations you’d had about dreams, the future, and freedom. Words that now seemed distant, almost unreal, as if they belonged to a time and life he could no longer reach. You were trapped in that illusory world, believing everything around you was real, while he lived in another dimension, fighting against the invisible shadows of the Matrix.

Your friends stood up, leaving you alone. Your gaze wandered around the café, and he noticed a sudden melancholy in your eyes, a trace of emptiness that tightened his chest. The urge to run to you, to hold you, to tell you that everything would be okay, grew inside him. But the words weighed heavily. His heart raced erratically as he shifted in his chair, nervous. He had never known how to handle the feelings you stirred within him.

Neo knew the world you belonged to was a prison, an illusion carefully designed to keep you asleep to the truth. He couldn’t let you stay there, ignorant of your own condition. But there was fear—fear that, in trying to save you, he would break the trust between you. What if you hated him for destroying what you believed to be real? The doubt gnawed at him.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he stood up, the temporary decision to leave taking hold. He felt weak as he crossed the café door, leaving you behind once more. There was a shadow of guilt within him, knowing that his continued distance only made you more vulnerable. He hid in corners, watching you on the streets, following you from a distance as you carried on with your routine, completely unaware of the devastating truth.

Days passed.

He became a shadow in your life. He watched you walk to work, carrying a simple briefcase, your face focused on some daily task. He saw how your lips curved into a smile when someone told a joke. How your hands moved, almost dancing, as you spoke animatedly on the phone. But he also noticed the sadness in the moments when you were alone, the pensive expression, perhaps wondering why some parts of your life felt empty, as if something was missing—an absent presence.

Sometimes, he followed you to the building where you worked. From across the street, hidden in the shadows, he watched you get lost in the hurried crowds. And even though you didn’t know it, he felt the growing anguish of always being so close, yet so far.

He knew he couldn’t continue like this for much longer. The guilt was slowly consuming him. If only he could explain... If only he could make you understand what was real.

Until one day, he made a decision.

He couldn’t live on the sidelines of your life anymore, watching from afar. The risk of losing you forever was great, but the fear of never trying was even greater.

You were having a normal day, walking back home, shopping bags swinging at your side. Your steps echoed softly along the sidewalk as the day waned, and the sky turned shades of orange. Neo followed closely, closer than ever. With each step, the weight of the choice he was about to make became more evident.

You approached the gate to your building, distracted, fumbling with your keys, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. A chill ran down your spine, and you turned quickly, your heart leaping in your chest. There he was. Neo.

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. He stood still, the dark coat gently flowing with the wind. The face you hadn’t seen in so long, the figure that had disappeared without explanation, was now there, standing in front of you.

“Neo?” you murmured, surprise and shock mingling in your voice. “You... you’re here?”

He took a step forward, his expression serious, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you hadn’t recognized before. “I couldn’t keep watching you from afar,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I... I couldn’t leave you alone in this world.”

Your heart raced, a confusion of emotions washing over you. “Alone? What are you talking about?”

He hesitated for a second, the words he needed to say weighing heavily. But he knew the moment of truth had arrived. “I need to show you something. Something that will change everything.”

“Change everything? Neo, I thought you... I thought you were dead.” Your voice came out fragile, your eyes wide with disbelief, a mixture of pain and relief surfacing in the words you spoke.

Neo felt the impact of those words. Part of him wanted to apologize for letting you believe that, for disappearing without explanation, but he knew that any words would be insufficient. He had failed to protect you from the truth for too long. And now, here you were, standing before him, not knowing that you lived in a prison, not knowing that the world around you was a lie.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on your face, trying to catch every nuance of emotion passing through your eyes. “But I couldn’t... I didn’t know how. This world... this life you know isn’t real.”

You took a step back, confused, trying to process his words. “Not real? What are you saying? This is my life, Neo. My job, my friends... my life.”

He stepped forward, trying to close the distance between you without pushing. “All of this was designed to keep you trapped. Like an illusion, a prison for the mind.” He was pleading with his eyes, his voice low and serious. “I was trapped too, until I found the truth. Now, I’m fighting against it... and I need you.”

Your mind was spinning. Everything he said sounded like madness, but there was something in his eyes—something that made you stop, hesitate. The intensity in Neo’s gaze, so familiar yet so distant, hit you hard. You had always trusted him, always knew he was different. But now, he was speaking of things that were beyond what you could understand.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, your hands trembling as you held the shopping bags, trying to find some anchor in the reality around you.

Neo knew this would be hard. He had gone through the same confusion, the same denial. The revelation of the Matrix was devastating to anyone, but he needed you to trust him. He needed you to see.

“I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t believe it at first either. But let me show you.” He extended his hand, hesitant, as if the simple gesture could change everything between you. “If you trust me, I can take you out of this.”

Your heart raced. Part of you wanted to back away, to flee from all this madness. But another part, the part that still believed in Neo, that still felt something for him, was curious. What if he was right? What if everything he said was true?

You looked at Neo’s outstretched hand, feeling the crushing weight of the choice ahead. On one side, the life you knew—comfortable, familiar, safe—and on the other, the truth he offered you, mysterious and terrifying. Fear mixed with the desire for answers, but there was something deeper, something that went beyond words.

Neo was everything to you. The days without him had been long and lonely, a silent pain you could never ignore. Now, he was here, standing before you, more real and more beautiful than you remembered, like an impossible dream that had materialized.

The air around you seemed heavy, almost palpable, as your fingers hesitated for a moment. Every movement carried the gravity of that choice, an invisible line that separated the past from the future. Slowly, your trembling fingers began to move until they found his hand, sealing what, in a way, had always been inevitable.

Neo watched as you made the choice. His heart, which had seemed frozen, started beating again with force when your fingers finally touched his. There was a moment of silence between you, as if the world around you had disappeared, leaving only the connection between your hands.

“I trust you,” you finally said, your voice low, almost a whisper. “Show me what I need to see.”

Neo gently squeezed your hand, the expression on his face softening for a brief moment. He knew that what lay ahead wouldn’t be easy for you, but at least now, he wouldn’t be alone. The journey you were about to face together was only the beginning.

[edgessunflower]

Down the rabbit hole

Pairing: Neo Anderson x Fem reader

Description: Neo finds you and you follow him down the rabbit hole of what the Matrix really is

You were under the bridge in the rain walking home from work after a long day only wanting to get home but you had to take a break from how exhausted you were and how much pain your body was in after working overtime for the last two weeks. "You look tired" you looked over your shoulder to see a man behind you with shades and in all black as you stared at each other shivering slightly due to being soaked in the rain before taking shelter under the bridge not expecting him to lay his trench coat over her as silence fell between the two of you while resting for the next fifteen minutes before handing the coat back and beginning to walk home only to be stopped not far from the bridge raising a brow at his words about the world being an illusion and that this world was called the Matrix, "You can stay here and remain in the illusion or you can come with me and see not just the real world but how deep the rabbit hole goes" you listened to his words before you nodded and caught up with him leading to the two of you in an abandoned house taking a small red pill seeing visions of the real world before suddenly waking up seeing that you were in a pod yelling as you are sucked out of the pod. You woke up finding yourself on a ship dried off and dressed seeing the same man above you before he said his name was Neo and you told him your name before he showed you the truth of the matrix which left you stunned as you looked at him before you fell down the rabbit hole as you met the others in on the ship including Trinity, Morpheus, Niobe, Link, Zee, and Seraph before learning the ropes in Zion and you immediately fit right in as you had already been a part of the rebellion the whole time than randomly being found and brought into the fold being taken under neo's wing that slowly blossomed into a romance amidst the chaos around the two of you in the rabbit hole but after a night of emotional love making the two of you promised to always find and stay with each other no matter what.

[magicat1337]

I need an agent smith x reader fanfic where he fucking ASSIMILATES the reader. Like it’s absolutely fucking disgusting how bad i want to read something where the reader is turned into agent smith. I’ve only seen one fic with this that I never bookmarked.

WHERE IS OUR READER GETTING TURNED INTO AN AGENT SMITH CLONE FANFICS????

[vampireloverz]

being alive

pairing: fem! reader x neo x trinity x morpheus

words: 3.7k

cw/tw: foursome (everyone, including reader, is bi and into each other), unprotected sex, mutual virginity loss for reader and neo (first times out of the matrix), size differences (reader is the same height as trinity but shorter than morpheus and neo), a few character x character moments

— Trinity surprises you by piping up, “Nothing like your first time after you wake up.”

You turn your attention to her, “Kissing or sex?”

“Both,” she says easily. —

You don’t have a totally regular sleep schedule yet, no sunlight really does a number on one’s circadian rhythm, you suspect hardly anyone on the ship does. Between preparing for the worst and risking your life in the Matrix, there isn’t much to do on the ship. It’s somewhere between late night and early morning as you meander up to the central hub, half hoping to run into Neo. You reach a hand out to trace the sinews and curves of the wires and metal by your side as you reflect on the tumultuous few months you’ve spent in the ship since being unplugged.

You’re still not sure why Morpheus decided to pull you out, you can’t seem to find whatever asset he sees in you but you’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if this new life isn’t so glamorous. But imagine your surprise when the next person to join the crew— The One, Morpheus calls him— was a familiar face. The real world had gotten a lot more interesting. 

You had hovered around Trinity and Morpheus, they’d hovered around Thomas— Neo— as his body lay in the med bay, slowly growing stronger. Late on one of those nights, Trinity asked you what he was like. You saw her smile for the first time when you confessed your friendship with him started because you’d always linger around the water cooler at the office just for the chance to watch him walk to his desk.

When Morpheus and Neo began combat training in the simulation, Trinity made room for you at her side. You had pressed shoulder to shoulder as she helped you read the code on the screen, and you decided then and there you wanted to get better, stronger. There’s no way you can keep up with Neo, he’s The One after all, but you’re pulling your weight and then some. 

As you climb up the ladder you remember why you’re here, Morpheus has invited you to train. It’s not often he takes his attention off of Neo so you appreciate it. It does surprise you when you see he’s not alone, Trinity and Neo are beside him at the computer, selecting appropriate training programs for the session.

“You’re here,” Morpheus says as a greeting, clapping you on the shoulder when you come into reach. You’re still not quite used to the way physical contact feels so… real, but the small smile he gives you puts you at ease, “Let’s get started.”

—

Late night snacks on the Nebuchadnezzar are really just another helping of the runny, nutritionally-dense porridge the crew eats for every meal, but a few hours of training leaves you starved enough for it to almost taste good. If you don't focus too hard you can halfway convince yourself you like it. 

Neo’s thigh is close to yours, the small metal table the four of you sit at doesn’t allow heaps of personal space but you enjoy being close to people, Neo especially. It makes you feel grounded, human, alive. You wonder if you’ll ever work up the courage to seek out more than fleeting touches.

“I think I could take on an agent for just a little bit of real sugar,” you sigh, pushing around a watery spoonful of your meal with a sigh. 

From the corner of your eye you can see Neo smile, it’s slight but it’s there.

“You’re making progress, but I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” Morpheus says with a touch of good-natured humor.

You roll your eyes but don’t disagree, “Every time I unplug I realize how sensitive my body is. I feel so strong there, but here… even a stubbed toe is still really painful.”

Trinity across from you nods, “Your brain and body are still adjusting to experiencing things physically for the first time.”

The room lapses back into quiet scraping of metal on metal again, each of you trying to finish before the food cools and congeals into inedibility. Your mind begins to wander, musing over the things in your life you thought you’d experienced but in actuality hadn’t. A memory surfaces; a teenage crush, an empty classroom, an inexperienced and hurried press of lips. You try and fail to suppress a giggle, Morpheus shoots you a curious look.

“It’s silly,” you shake your head at yourself, “But I guess that means I've never actually been kissed.”

Morpheus slightly nods his head in a you’ve got a point gesture. Neo lets out a sigh like he’s made a grand realization and the three of you turn to him, anticipating… something.

His face is stony as he says, “We’re virgins,” with such gravitas you bust out laughing.

You lean your head on Neo’s shoulder as his deadly serious expression fades, even turning into a smile when Morpheus chuckles and Trinity huffs a laugh. Comfortable silence descends and you sit up again, cheeks pleasantly tingling, but something still hangs in the air, unspoken.

“You could change that,” Morpheus says, like he’s offering another serving of porridge instead of telling his two newest recruits they should have sex. Your eyes go dinner plate wide as you stare at him. Morpheus pays you no mind, just continues eating with a slight smile playing on his lips.

Trinity surprises you by piping up, “Nothing like your first time after you wake up.”

You turn your attention to her, “Kissing or sex?”

“Both,” she says easily.

You keep your eyes on her as you feel her words, like a drug, seep into you. It takes a moment for you to look away, to look at Morpheus, finding him already focused on you. Finally, you turn to Neo, his eyes bright but not demanding. It seems like he’s waiting. You feel yourself nod before you can stop yourself, that’s all Neo needs. He turns to face you fully as he reaches for you, hands moving to your face slowly, slow enough for you to hear your heartbeat in your ears with each second. 

You’d often wondered what his hands would feel like, beyond the occasional brush in passing of course. It’s even better than you’d imagined, feeling cradled and held and solid— you’re not sure if it’s so amazing because you’re in real space or because it’s Neo. You press your cheek into his palm and try to smother an almost manic laugh, but a small sound escapes anyway. Neo smiles, his dark eyes scanning the curve of your lips.

You hear Morpheus murmur something to Trinity, something about the two of you, but it’s quickly forgotten when Neo leans forward and kisses you. Your eyes shut as you take stock of the new yet familiar sensation. 

The machines have to build a better system, you’ve never experienced a kiss like this while plugged in. Neo’s lips are warm and slightly chapped, pleasant as you both slowly find a comfortable rhythm. Your noses squish uncomfortably when you both try to shift in the same direction but Neo takes it in stride, angling his head the other way to kiss you deeper.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he whispers against your lips when you finally break apart to breathe.

Before you can process what that means, he lets out one breathy laugh and he’s kissing you again. You’ve both moved closer to each other on the metal bench, abandoning the pretense of a polite first kiss to something more, something heated. When Neo puts a hand on your thigh to steady himself your mouth opens on a gasp, the contact sends a bolt of something hot between your legs and you suddenly wish he was touching you there instead.

Both of you seem to forget you have an audience when your tongues touch, and unexpectedly you’re both bolder— your arms wrap around his neck as he all but pulls you onto his lap, hands firm on your hips. Just when you feel a moan perch itself under your chin, Morpheus coughs theatrically and you and Neo spring apart, startled even though he was there the whole time.

“Sorry,” you say, voice hoarse as you press your fingertips to your bottom lip.

Neo mutters something apologetic under his breath and one glance tells you he’s as flustered as you feel. Small comforts. Morpheus’ gaze flicks between the three of you, one eyebrow raises like he knows something you don’t and is greatly amused by it.

“Well?” he says.

“Well?” you and Neo parrot in unison.

Trinity takes a sip from her metal cup and eyes you over the rim. You’ve always found her hard to read, and now it’s worse. You feel naked, like she can read your mind’s innermost secrets— but it doesn’t take a mind reader to feel the energy that hangs in the room, especially between you and Neo.

“Let’s take this somewhere private,” she says, her tone only half a suggestion.

Your heart thuds against your chest when you realize what that means. What it could mean, if you move anywhere private. Wait— all of you?

Never in your life did you think you’d watch beautiful, talented, intimidating Trinity lead anyone down some hidden passage in Nebuchadnezzar, let alone with you in the group. Some distant part of you realizes this must be where she and Morpheus discuss plans and strategies, you feel the balance of secrets between you two tipped slightly back to even.

The large metal door closes behind Morpheus, shutting with a definitive clunk that makes you jump. In the lapse of a few seconds before the light turns on, Neo takes your hand, a comfort in as the unknown approaches. Nervousness bubbles up as the four of you stand and look at each other, each waiting for someone else to move, to speak.

Morpheus moves first, his eyes flick down to Neo’s hand holding yours as he approaches you but he says nothing. He’s about as tall as Neo but you really feel the difference in height now that you’re not sitting. Morpheus is physically larger; more years in the real world allowed him to build considerable muscle, an attractive quality that can’t be hidden by his thin, ratty sweater.

You squeeze Neo’s hand when Morpheus reaches for you, Neo reciprocates. You can’t help but continue to make comparisons now that you have the information to do so. Morpheus’ hand is warmer, hot even, and steadier on your cheek. He doesn’t linger there, trailing down over your pulse until he holds your throat. His hand is firm and dry against your neck as he holds you, not applying any pressure. You blink up at him and find his eyes glimmer with the same amusement you saw earlier.

“Go on.”

Neo’s voice surprises you, but Morpheus’ kiss surprises you even more. You’re at it with the comparisons in an instant, but you can’t deny it’s a damn good kiss. He’s confident, bold enough to trace the seam of your lips with his tongue after mere moments. You feel steadied by his hand on your throat when your knees weaken and you let yourself be swept into the tide of Morpheus’ kisses. You let go of Neo’s hand to grasp at Morpheus’ wrist, breath catching in your throat when he gently presses the heel of his palm against your throat. 

Somewhere in the room you hear Neo and Trinity, your brain dimly registers that they must be doing the same as you but your thoughts are quickly reigned back to Morpheus when his other hand grazes over your chest. You moan into his mouth when he cups your chest, strong hand surprisingly gentle as it cradles the weight of it. His thumb swipes over your hardening nipple and you shiver.

It’s impossible to tell how much time has passed when you pull apart, all you know is that your body is buzzing, every inch of you feels like a live wire. It takes a deep breath and some effort not to stutter, “Wow.”

Morpheus smiles and ducks down to lay another kiss at the corner of your lips, “Wow is good.”

Trinity comes into view, taking your hand and gently moving you towards her as Neo and Morpheus find their way towards each other. You’re not sure which one of them moves to kiss first but you find it doesn’t matter as you watch Neo's eyes flutter shut so prettily, lashes fanning the tops of his cheeks.

Trinity captures your attention by running her knuckles along the hinge of your jaw. You turn to her, wondering if you’ll ever get used to how beautiful she looks as you idly brush back some of her short bangs. She cracks a small smile at the gesture. Her lips are softer than Neo’s, her cheeks don’t scratch you like Morpheus’ stubble, the way her arm curls around your waist makes your heart skip a beat.

“Take off your clothes,” Trinity pants against your mouth, slipping her hands under your sweater and squeezing your sides.

You nod dumbly as someone behind you begins to peel off your top and Trinity helps you shimmy off your pants. With your clothes cast aside, their hands are on you without hesitation— Trinity grips your hips and kisses you with fervor as Morpheus’ hands cup your chest from behind, both sets of hands are strong and sure. It’s nearly impossible to tell if it’s Neo who kisses along the curve of your shoulder, yet you’re sure it’s him.

You’re turned around to face Morpheus who kisses you before leading you to a makeshift bed in the back of the room. He pats it once as an invitation and instructs you to, “Sit.”

He kisses you again before giving you space to hop up, you let out a laugh when you realize Neo was watching your chest bounce with the motion. He looks away for a moment, cheeks flushing attractively, but he looks back when Trinity kneels at your feet and pushes your legs apart by your knees. 

She tilts forward to kiss your tender inner thigh and ask, “Can I?”

“Oh,” you sigh, excitement and anticipation roiling hot in your stomach as you scoot forward, “Yes, please.”

You catch a flash of Trinity’s small smile before she seals her mouth over your cunt, merciful enough to not tongue at your clit immediately. Neo and Morpheus move to fill in the space around you, Neo’s warm hands go to your chest while he kisses the hinge of your jaw and Morpheus starts to undress. Your brain short circuits when Trinity hums against your clit as Neo simultaneously rolls your nipples between his fingers, you don’t have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about the noises you’re making.

Motion in the corner of your vision catches your eye, Morpheus is lazily stroking his cock just in your reach. You can't help yourself, you reach for him and wrap your hand around his length, mimicking his slow, focused motions. He lets out a groan that encourages you to keep going, eager to see what other sounds you can draw from him.

Your rhythm becomes sloppy and distracted as your orgasm creeps up on you, you give up on focusing entirely when Morpheus’ hand curls over yours, using your hand to stroke himself while you buck your hips onto Trinity’s tongue. 

“Let go,” Neo mumbles between kisses along your jaw, “I wanna see you. Just let go, it’s okay.”

No orgasm in the Matrix could compare to your first one in the real world. No machine could ever code something that has your thighs trembling and hips bucking, your voice breaking on a desperate groan, falling apart with Trinity’s tongue on your clit.

Trinity is gentle with you as you come down from your orgasm, carefully, gently lapping at you while Neo and Morpheus murmur praise on either side of you. She leaves wet, sticky kisses along your thighs and stomach when she finally rises from her knees, her clothes falling away as she moves to sit between you and Morpheus. When both of you move to kiss her, it makes her laugh quietly. Morpheus plants a trail of kisses from her lips to her shoulder and you idly stroke your fingers along the seam of her thigh and her mound, petting the dark hair there with still shaky fingers.

“Can I?” you ask, purposefully imitating her self-assured tone when she asked you the same question.

“Yes,” she whispers against your lips, her voice surprisingly sweet when she moans at the feeling of your fingers circling her clit.

You find her wetter than you expected, you’d never thought you’d be in a position to make her feel so good. Trinity hums when you slip a finger inside her, the warmth of her pussy makes you shudder and you waste no time in slipping another finger into her, pumping and curling them until you find the spots and rhythm that draw out the best responses from her.

You feel her tightening around your fingers when you pass your thumb over her clit so you do it again, trying to alternate the curling of your fingers inside her and the strokes to her clit. You want to make her cum as hard as she made you cum, and you can tell she’s close. She’s soaking you down to your wrist and gripping your arm like a lifeline.

Trinity’s wavering moans rise in pitch as she tucks her face into your throat, clinging to you while she tips over the brink and rides the waves of her orgasm, her pussy gripping your fingers like a vice, hips rolling and back arching. When you feel her calm a little, you slowly slide your fingers out of her, rubbing her clit with her slick just to hear her moan again, but her soft sounds are muffled when she presses her lips to yours.

While you slide your tongue against Trinity’s, you feel a warm hand slip between your thighs, finding where you’re slick and warm in an instant to slip two fingers inside you. You and Morpheus moan in tandem at the feeling, Neo nearby makes a sound like he’s been punched.

Trinity breaks away from you to go to Neo, both of them reaching for one another is quite the sight, but Morpheus distracts you with another finger to stretch you and a kiss to your temple. You spread your legs a little wider for him, wondering if everyone’s first time in the real world feels this wonderful when Morpheus presses against the tender spot inside you that makes you keen.

Morpheus’ fingers tilt your chin upwards with his free hand, “Look.”

You blink your eyes open to watch Trinity slowly stroking Neo, her thumb passing over the head of his leaking cock makes you both whine. You grasp helplessly at Morpheus’ arm and try to calm your thundering heartbeat, “Please, I’m ready— I want it.”

You let your weight lean into Morpheus as he grips one of your thighs, holding you open with one hand and leisurely circling your clit with the other while you both watch Trinity line up Neo’s cock with your entrance. When you glance up at her you wish you could lean over and kiss her parted lips— then Neo slides into you and the stretch is heaven, erasing every other thought.

Morpheus kisses your hairline as you drop your head back onto his shoulder with a inhaled gasp, you can’t tell whose hand pinches your nipple but you enjoy the bright spark of painful pleasure anyway.

“How does he feel?” Morpheus asks when Neo bottoms out, his voice is all honey against your ear, amused and thick, you can feel his erection on your back but you can’t think clearly enough to mention it.

You fish for the words to describe even a fraction of what you’re feeling now but come up with nothing. How could you possibly articulate the way the hot expanse of Morpheus’ chest feels like an anchor, how Trinity’s cool hand on your thigh feels like reassurance, how Neo’s hips hitting yours with every thrust makes you feel more alive. All you can do is cling to them as they cling to you, allowing your moans and sighs to join the chorus of sounds that fills the room.

Trinity whispers something in Neo’s ear that has him surging forward to kiss you, changing the angle so quickly it makes you both gasp into the kiss.

“So good,” you murmur against Neo's mouth, “Neo, you feel so, so good.”

If you could focus on anything else besides Neo’s slow and deep thrusts you would have been more than vaguely aware of the soft, pleased sounds of Morpheus and Trinity kissing behind you, of Morpheus’ hips moving in time with Neo’s to rub his cock along your back. Neo’s thrusts gain more momentum now, finding a new, steady rhythm that has both of you panting.

Neo’s breath comes heavier now, whines and grunts with every thrust, “I’m going to— f–fuck, can I?”

When you realize what he’s clumsily asking for, you melt, “Yes, Neo, please,” you whisper, holding him tighter when he trembles, moaning out something that sounds like every expletive at once when he cums. Morpheus follows soon after, painting the small of your back with cum with a deep groan.

Neo’s hips keep bucking until there couldn’t possibly be any more for him to give, the stimulation making a mess of you both and hurtling you towards another orgasm. Tears prick at your eyes with the intensity of it, everything feels more intense now that Neo's filled you. You mourn the loss when he softens and slips out but he ducks his head to kiss your whine away as the four of you tangle together, arms and hands overlapping to hold each other.

The four of you stay curled together for a while, none of you willing to step away from the comfort of weight and warmth. Neo gently takes your hand and brings it palm side up to his lips, planting a hot kiss square in the middle. You both huff a breathless laugh as you curl your fingers around the heat he left behind, and you know he feels as alive as you do. 

[neonnsupernova]

Does anyone here write for the matrix trilogy? It's painful falling for agent Smith then finding barely anything for him... 😭

I found like one good fic but then I read the chapters which said 4/5 RAAAARGH ‼️‼️

[neonnsupernova]

Writing a matrix fic on this seems like such an interesting concept.. Anyone got any ideas?

Also, looking for mutuals in the matrix community! Feel free to say hi <3

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[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: manipulative behavior, thats about it though

you stared at the honeysuckles climbing alongside the fence near the outskirts of your family's garden. as you continue examining them, it occurs to you that they seem to take on a vine-like shape, wrapping and constricting the fence. in front of the vines there are two smaller shrubs, also presumably honeysuckles.

as you stand there awkwardly lost in thought, oliver begins speaking. he takes one step forward as his eyes shift between the shrub and the vines, "there are three types of honeysuckle: shrubs, bushes, and vines."

he takes a careful step between the two shrubs and strides towards the vines, reaching a gentle hand out and caressing a pale pink, almost white blossom in his fingers. "while their flowers are pretty, in some places they can be invasive. they can block out sunlight, making it impossible for other plants to grow."

he's standing in front of you, so it's hard to gauge his expression. his voice is calm and serene, almost reverent as he speaks about the flowers.

"the pale pink flowers on the vines are likely common honeysuckle vines. while the pink tubular flowers on the shrub indicate that those are likely tatarian honeysuckles."

he slowly turns away from the vines as your eyes focus on his hand caressing the flower. in one swift motion he uses his left hand to pluck it off the vine, then turns towards the shrub. he's still standing in the same spot, but as he turns you can finally see his face.

his expression is cold, almost apathetic as he looks at the flowers. with how he sounded you would have expected him to at least be smiling. his dark brown eyes quickly meet yours before he looks at the shrub. he crouches down, still holding the pale pink flower in his left hand. his right hand reaches out gently to a darker pink blossom belonging to the shrub.

"chances are, some gardener got careless and either decided to plant these because they didn't feel like planting something higher maintenance... or they simply," he rips the flower off, "didn't notice that an invasive flower slipped into the garden..."

as he holds the pale pink flower in his left hand and a dark pink flower in his right, he finally shifts his body to face you and meets your eyes. his expression shifts to a much softer one as he looks at you, "i don't know what happened to you, but what i do know is that you are definitely acting different."

your blood runs cold, surprised he decided to bring this up again. you stand there for a second, about to reply before he smiles gently at you, catching you off guard.

"i know you have been having trouble with your memory, my love." he says, "it just..."

"it makes me so sad when you look at me like that... like..." you notice his eyes look sad, almost like he's tearing up as he speaks, "when you look at me like you don't know who i am, or what we were, or how much i love you."

he moves his hands to yours, gently taking your left palm and bringing it between the two of you. then he slowly holds up the two flowers in each of his hands, "obviously this isn't your fault, but..." he pauses, "i don't want to make you hate me by going too far too fast."

"so, i wanted to ask," he moves the dark pink tatarian honeysuckle towards you, "do you wish to resume our relationship, as passionate yet secret lovers," he moves the pale pink common honeysuckle flower closer to you, "or do you want to start over, from the moment where i got down on my knees and told you how much i love you for the first time?"

he looks at you gently, waiting for you to take one of the flowers in your hand, "i don't want to overwhelm you, darling, but please..."

"i just can't live without your love any longer. please, love, even if you don't remember, won't you fall in love with me again?"

a/n: (this is the part where my indecisiveness starts showing)

anyways !! would you like to "resume the relationship", start over, or say no to both (secret option he's not gonna say but i will)

[cheschesterpossum]

(CITF)

It will be mad funny if the matrix was a chew toy that yn bought to the primes and it became holy for no reason

y/n looking at the toy they bought from Ebay for the Primes start floating, glowing, emitting immense energy and power in the middle of the living room:

Can't leave the Primes and Rung alone for 5 minutes istg.

But at least the scientists have something new to study now.

[magneticallyyours]

Thank you Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier for making me socialize 🙏🙏

Nah jk. Thank you Cherik community for supporting me and giving me actual friends 😭😭

Honorable mention to Matrix fans who have the best taste ever <333

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

ngl I want to see more cyberverse optimus prime x readers their is only one rn I need more x readers of him he is so handsome <3

♡ “FAR TOO LONG” — Optimus Prime [TFC]

i am so sorry for the extended time i took with your request! i apologize if this is short but i couldn't think of any other way to continue this

scenario: you're Optimus’ partner and he's been waiting for some relaxation like this for years, you start sweet talking him.

setting: after the peace treaty between Autobots and Decepticons in S3, post-Megatron death.

Finally, finally. After thousands of millennia of fighting, of violence, of death, Optimus can finally rest knowing that it's all over— That the war which consumed their planet is no more! Optimus feels better, so much better. The treaty was signed, the Decepticons are docile now that… Megatron was… terminated.

Optimus rather not speak about that though. He still had mixed emotions. It was late at night too, he wanted some quiet recharge so he collapsed onto your shared berth. His finals perks up when he realizes you're sitting there reading a datapad right across him on the berth, you put it down and slowly make an effort to sneak up on him but it's futile.

Cycles of war have made his motion sensors rather keen. He can tell you're approaching him and doesn't flinch when your servo gently traces the back of his helm, it's a gentle affectionate touch. It reminds him of a time before with you. He slowly looks up and a soft smile curves up his dermas as he sees that affectionate look in your optics.

“Tired?” You ask softly, the gentleness of your servos soothes whatever possible sourness he could've had from this day.

“Relieved. I feel relieved for once.” He replies, his voice firm yet gentle— unquestionably hopeful that it was all finally over. Optimus’ blue optics return the affection you look at him with, as if it was a mirror reflecting the warmth of the light that falls upon it. And that warmth seemed to flow out of his vents too, still so easily flustered…

And there's that smile on your face, relief.

“Me too. Now I can make sure you're taking proper rest for once.” Your servos never stop their actions and it's making Optimus melt under your touch, his frame relaxing. It's a rare sight, he's always been so visibly stiff and upright, as if he were expecting a stray meteor to fall onto him any day.

“I appreciate your concern. However,” Optimus slowly gets up as he speaks, his tone almost playful, sitting right next to you on your shared berth and your servos begin to gently creep up your lover's faceplates. You don't miss the way his optics still subtly widen or the subtle heat from his face but you chose to spare him for now.

It's been millions of years yet it always felt like the first time for Optimus.

He clears his vocalizer, a futile attempt to hide himself from your gaze despite knowing the fact that you've been with him long enough to tell.

“I was planning on… making up for lost time.” You smile wider at that and his spark skips a beat, again. Oh, how he wished he weren't some lovesick fool when you showed him affection.

“...I guess I can put off making sure you're recharging properly for a bit then.” You bring his face closer to his, he leans in willingly despite his own flustered demeanor. His EM field tucked so tightly to himself that it might implode— It's been far too long since he's loosened up. First it was duties with the Autobots, then it was duties to rebuild Cybertron and then it was delegation. It was like he could never catch a break.

But now he could and…

He really didn't know what to do with it.

The Prime's servo awkwardly grips your pauldron as he lets you guide his face to yours.

“It doesn't mean you're off the hook though.” There's barely any distance between your faces, he's so stiff. It had been far too long.. you don't really blame him.

“Relax, dearest.” You place a soft kiss on his dermas, his vents expelling out more heat. The flustered look is almost adorable on the Optimus Prime. But the tenderness of your words and that… look in your optics made his frame relax, a lot quicker as one servo decided to resume its ministrations on the back of his helm.

He's melting under your touch and he can't do anything about it. And he doesn't want to do anything about it. The idea of feeling safe in your servos after being the pillar of protection and guidance for the Autobots was beyond enjoyable, leadership had its toll. You know it will take a while for Optimus to get used to such uninterrupted intimate moments between the two of you but you've waited a whole war, you can wait a few days.

You gently take his helm right under your own, his helm against your chassis and he can hear the quiet rhythm of your spark. Optimus hums, his servos moving to wrap around your torso. His frame leaning against you now, you were sturdy enough to support his weight.

His optics flicker, as if his systems feel worn. He might really need this recharge, you figure. The smile on his face and the way the lights of the room seem to bring out every contour of his faceplates to view.

He's absolutely stunning.

Not in the way he used to be though, there's a slight rugged charm to him almost unlike the innocent look he used to have. Gentle optics even if his faceplates had all sorts of tiny marks and dents from the constant fighting— It was like a distant memory you'd want to lock up and throw away now. But every single dent, scratch and weld mark on your lover's frame had a story to tell. A tale of persistence through the trials of war, standing tall when all hope seemed lost.

A beautiful mech.

And your Conjux.

“You look absolutely handsome.” You say, almost as if the air had been knocked out of your vents; breathless. And he can tell you mean it from the way you're looking at him, the way your field is brimming with all sorts of emotions. But his flustered demeanour at the start has lessened for now.

“As I recall, you used to be more creative with your attempts at flirting.” Optimus chuckles heartily but with his frame relaxed, his EM field is no longer tucked away. You can feel the fondness and affection in the air, it might have overwhelmed any other bot in vicinity but, this sight— these feelings were reserved for your optics and your optics alone. He gently kisses the side of your neck and notes the heat rising to your own faceplates.

“It seems you're not the only one that's gotten old..”

You just hope it goes like this forever from now on.

[littlemisslomax]

“Omg Neo’s so hot and badass! I wish I could have Neo, he’s such a cool hero with cool moves.” WRONG. I WANT LOSER, SHY, COMPSCI NERD EXTRAORDINAIRE, THOMAS A. ANDERSON! Bro has probably seen non-virtual t¡ddies ONCE (1) and I want to be the second.

[cuddleyhoney]

MY VERY LONG MASTERLIST!! 2025

master list of John wick, Neo and Kevin Lomax!

John Wick

John Wick spring headcannons

John wick birthday surprise

John Wick Get away

John Wick Sleepover!

John Wick Giving you a birthday surprise

John Wick sfw fluff headcannons

John Wick autumn fanfic

John Wick Healing Times

John Wick Request

John Wick Vulnerable Headcannons 2024

John Wick Helping Intoxicated Reader

John Wick Lovey-Dovey Headcannons

John Wick x OC Leah

John Wick Quality Cutie Time Nsfw

John Wick Valentines Theme Headcannons

John Wick age gap fanfic pt1

John Wick age gap fanfic nsfw pt2

John Wick Helping with nose bleed

John Wick x OC Meena nsfw

Cuddley John

Cold Kisses

Autumn Fever

John Wick x Prey

John Wick Halloween Moment

John Wick x Reader NSFW

John Wick Sensual Imagine

Snuggle Spa!

John Caring about your mental health health

Neo From The Matrix

Neo Intimate Headcannons

Neo Valentine's Day 2025

Neo Request of Coquette reader

Neo Quirky Headcannons

Neo Supportive Headcannons

Kevin Lomax From The Devils Advocate

The Sweetest Of Cold Days

Scents Of Love

The Courtroom

[veinsfullofstars]

🌹 A pair of Dreamy knights… 🌹

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Meta Knight and Dark Meta Knight in mirrored Dreamy Gear outfits - the latter a little more tattered and sporting more reds and silvers in his design than his blue-and-gold counterpart. They float gracefully in a petal-strewn void, MK slightly above DMK, their armor glinting and their capes flaring about them in opposite directions, drawn partially over their faces to add to their mysterious vibe. Each looks sidelong from his mask and holds out a rose to the viewer -  a red one from MK, his eye half-lidded in calm patience, and a blue one from DMK, his eye squinted in an annoyed glare. END ID.)

Started 12/22/24, finished 02/06/25.

[fernpetals]

After Life: The Present

Masterlist

Yandere Neo Anderson Headcanons

Part I Part III

Based on this idea

Warning: Stalking, unreliable perception and grasp of reality, NSFW, dub-con, power imbalance, manipulative, creepy and slightly delusional behaviour, major canon diversions and my miserable attempt at making this work. Inspired by a post about dark Neo by @97keanu and some late-night discussions with my mutuals (wink)

Unedited Piece

You are dreaming. It is the same dream, the same man, over and over again. You dream of sitting inside a cafe you have never been to, and waiting. Who are you waiting for?

You don’t know. 

It is the same damn cafe, always evening. At times, a faceless man shows up. Flowers in hand, carnations. But you never quite recognise him.

It has been a year since you have been having these ‘dreams’. At this point, you want to visit the cafe. But something in you is afraid. Afraid of what? You do not know.

You just feel…different. As if something is missing. You want to reach out, but it is like a veil has been put over your mind. You are brushing against memories that do not exist, but you feel them.

It’s like you are losing your mind. 

Had it been just the dreams, you would have managed. But you randomly wake up in the middle of the night to an empty and dark room, as expected. But the air feels…charged. You feel every single hair on your body stand up, and the static. 

You look around like you are expecting to see something or someone. But there is no physical evidence of an intruder. Never. You just feel it in your bones.

—---

“What if they track your pattern? You are endangering yourself and her.”  Morpheus’s voice is hushed on the phone.

“They can’t reach me, or trace me, I made sure of that.” Neo’s voice is soft and quiet, lower than usual. He does not want to wake you.

As Thomas Anderson, he longed to be in the position that he is now. In your room, watching over you as you sleep.

Neo does not take off his eyewear, though. It helps him keep the codes in check. He is in control of this matrix now; the agents simply do not know it yet. They never will, until he hunts down every last one of them. 

For now, he is content to play a subtle game with you. He wants you to revisit the cafe. He wants you to remember him. But some systems are permanent here. Like a necessary evil. 

Every person who consumes the red pill is automatically removed from the memories of the Matrix, and the people trapped here. So, according to the Matrix, Thomas Anderson never existed. No one remembers him, and there are no traces left of him. Digital, physical, nothing.

It works to keep the world from descending into chaos and madness, but also aids in keeping people from sensing that something is wrong with this world.

He retreats into the corner, waving his palm and turning invisible to those bound to the Matrix when he senses you beginning to wake up. 

Like every night, he watches you wake, looking around, as if expecting to see someone. He knows you can sense him, and it only turns him more determined. You can sense him, while no other human can. Your connection to him runs deeper. It was always meant to be.

There’s a slight heaviness he feels when you frantically look around, confused, unable to express what you feel, unable to put a pin on it. But you feel him. Somewhere deep inside your subconscious, you know it's him. It knows him

—--

You are standing in front of the cafe again. You have walked into this path many times, without even noticing. But something in you never lets you step inside. The space seems inviting and warm. So why do you hesitate?

Fuck it, I’m going in.

With that, you take a deep breath and walk—

You frown, realising that the lights seem suddenly brighter, as if it's night time already. You look around, only for your lips to part at the view outside. 

You walked in moments ago with the sun high up in the sky. But from the cafe, you can see the nightlife. The street lights are lit up, the buildings are all bright, the sky is dark, and there are rumbles along with flashes in the sky. 

How is this…

You look around, realising that you are the only person bothered by this strange phenomenon.

Your gaze zeroes in on a corner table with a bouquet placed on it. Without another thought, you walk towards it and pick up the bouquet. Carnations. Fresh, fragrant, beautiful blooms invite you to run your fingers through them. The bouquet from your dreams. Only the mystery man is missing.

You pick it up and find a little card taped to it. ‘To (Y/N)’ it reads when you unfold it. You turn to look to see if anyone is there, waiting for you. But somehow, you feel like you are the one waiting. For what? Whom?

Your eyes stop at the view outside. With the thunder rumbling and the wind picking up speed,  the streets seem calmer. But one man is standing right underneath a street light. You take a step forward for a closer look. Despite the good distance, somehow, you just know he’s looking straight at you. 

He is dressed in black. The hem of his coat moves and flows in stagnant waves as the wind picks up. He stands still, though. A part of black eyewear, hair brushed back, and broad shoulders straightened with a calm sense of foreboding and self-assurance. 

You rush outside the cafe, the bouquet still in your grasp, only to stumble back at the feeling of sunlight as soon as you are outside. You look up and immediately shut your eyes under the unforgiving glare of the summer sun. When you turn to see that streetlight again, you find no one.   

You drink yourself to sleep at night. Unable to come to terms with the events at the cafe. Yet the bouquet sits in your guestroom vase. Something in you could not leave it behind. Your eyes keep drifting towards the door before they feel too heavy to keep open. As if you are expecting someone to walk in. Who? 

At the cafe, you have felt longing like never before. Deja Vu. That is the only explanation you have for what clouded your heart and mind in that cafe. The rest…the day, the night, that…that man. You have no idea what it was. Were you hallucinating? Was it all in your mind? Who was that man? Who left the bouquet?

Whatever you have experienced was real– the bouquet sitting in your living room is the evidence. But it has unsettled you to the core. You cannot look at the world the same way again. It has been like a jolt to you. Like you had been asleep for a long, long time and are about to wake up. 

Tonight, your dreams manifest out of nowhere. You see yourself back in your office. But you are not working. You are in your cubicle, and the place feels eerily quiet, except for the whimpers and moans that escape your lips. 

Fingers. Moving in a deliberate pattern inside you. You see the side of his neck, the white collar of his shirt that has a tinge of green. A very faint, but not just his shirt, everything around you seems to have a shadow of green cast over it. The world is the same as the world you live in, but it does not feel real. 

Yet, his fingers moving inside you, producing that squelching noise that seems to grow embarrassingly louder with each moment, are what ground you. They feel real, this man feels. 

You want to look up at him. You can smell him, feel the heat of his body against yours, you feel him standing between your thighs, your skirt hiked up, and his fingers inside your ruined panties, but you only have a zoomed-in view of his face. 

Your cheeks pressed against his. You nose inhaling his scent before you feel his other hand bunch up your hair and pull your head, and meet his eager lips.

Your eyes flutter close, and at the same time, he curls his fingers one last time before you burst into a million sparks of ecstasy. You whine and rub your hips against his moving fingers, feeling conquered in the way his tongue caresses yours and the top of your mouth like he is contemplating something life-altering.

You gasp awake with the sight of the ceiling of your bedroom greeting you. Your hands are on your sides, fisting the ruffled bedsheet but you catch your breath. Your tongue has a lingering taste like no other, your lips are covered with saliva, and your womanhood throbs deliciously. You feel empty, and the warmth and slickness between your thighs do not help. 

You look down to find your underwear messily shoved down enough to make space for fingers to be inside. It is ruined anyway. A heady scent hangs in the air as you look at your fingers. Did you just touch yourself in your sleep? Your fingers seem dry and smell nothing of the musk you anticipate when you bring them to your nose. 

No, no trace of what you expect, but…but something else. A smell you know you have never smelled before, yet feels somehow familiar. You sigh, feeling a headache catching up. You have no energy to get up. You feel heavy and exhausted after experiencing pleasure like never before.

Taking off your underwear, you toss it away and fall back on the bed. Sleep, surprisingly, comes easily.

—-

It takes everything in Neo not to pick up the discarded underwear that has landed right in front of him. He stares down at it instead, the damp cotton tests his self-control. His throat dies, but he forces himself to tear his gaze away from the piece of cloth towards the bed.

His jaws clench when he is greeted by the most delicious sight imaginable. Nothing covers your lower half. Your soft thighs, legs messily tangled with the sheet and bare mound, are all for his sight— a low burning of his desire now shooting into dangerous flames licking at his sanity.

 But he remains still, silently breathing in the scent of the room now heavy with the scent of your arousal while his eyes take in your form.

Parched. He is parched and empty without you. For now, though, he is satisfied with only licking his fingers slick with your essence.

—--

You do not understand what exactly is wrong with you. But maybe everything. You have dreams every other day. They manifest from all the nasty scenarios you had written in your digital diary. You type away your experiences, thoughts and often sensual imagination on your computer almost daily.  

You conclude that you must be stressed. The strange encounter at the cafe has left you rattled. So your mind has come up with a way of relief, although temporary.

The only difference is the presence of this…mysterious, faceless man. You can feel him, smell him, even address him, but never see his face. Part of him. But never his full face, nothing to visually recognise him. You simply know it's him.

It is one of your dreams again. This time, it is a tinted glass wall, high up in a skyscraper, where the world below seems like an ant kingdom. You feel the cool glass and the golden sunset. Your breath condenses against the glass with each huff.

It is a dream. You have come to realise every time this happens. It is a dream, but this time it is different. You have never written or imagined such a scenario.

But sounds of pleasure escape your throat nevertheless. You feel fingers slide across your neck, holding you still as your hips rock with his, the sensual rhythm and the delicious fullness of having him inside you elicit a breathy chuckle from you.

It is him. You know the touch, the cologne, the way he feels and the warmth he provides.

That's when you see it--the reflection on the glass, and your smile drops. This man behind you, pressing your naked body against the glass, smells and feels familiar, but is not the same you have dreamt about for so long. But it is the man you saw right outside the cafe that day. 

The man with black eyewear, all dressed in black, hair brushed back and an air of authority that seems to command the room he walks into. 

You gasp and try to move, but he keeps you pinned, still thrusting in and out of you, drawling out pleasure that keeps holding your rational mind hostage.

Your hands, once on the glass, come to hold or push him, desperate to turn around, yet too deep in pleasure to stop your movements or the spasming against his length.

“Wh–who—” is all you can manage.

“You know me.” His voice somehow sounds deeper, unfamiliar, despite it being the same voice you have heard in your dreams many times before. “You have to ask yourself.” 

You feel his lips against your ear before his teeth clamp lightly over them, and you jolt forward. Your walls flutter uncontrollably, and you feel the slickness rolling down your thighs as he continues to thrust inside you. The flood of warmth makes your eyes roll back while a guttural moan escapes your throat. You gasp, claw and mewl, crying out in pleasure.

You are lit up in flames of desire– in this moment, you feel him filling inside you— filling your veins, mind and soul.

You open your eyes once more, damp lashes blink at the man pinning you against the glass, lazily thrusting to drag out the pleasure, before you are snuffed out of your dream world.

You wake up, glistening with sweat, and a sweet ache and emptiness between your legs. You hear the wetness and feel it. Thick and sticky, yet your mind is muddled enough to think it's only your own arousal. You fall into a dreamless sleep as soon as you wake up.

This time, you dream of a hazy figure in black, hovering over your bed, running his fingers through your hair.

—-

“Soon, I would need a red pill,” Neo says to Morpheus on the phone. He is one with the bustling market crowd, but his eyes never stray from your figure. 

Your shoulders appear slumped, and your eyes are downcast. You are visibly exhausted, yet you carry on. Soon, you will be free from these meaningless burdens. Then, you can focus your energy on what truly matters, your relationship with him.

“What are you planning, Neo?” Morpheus’ voice turns slightly distorted other end “Shouldn’t you be focusing on the Matrixes that are not yet under our control?”

“She is important to me. Start preparing my apartment.”

—-

You think you are going crazy. But there is no proper sign of madness yet. Only you see that man everywhere. He is never right in front of you. No. You see glimpses of him. Like a shadow, you feel him everywhere you go, and see him from the corner of your eyes. But he disappears when you turn. 

It becomes a regular occurrence, and you think you are slowly spiralling into insanity. But all the other aspects of your life remain undisturbed. You only see this mysterious man dressed in black from the corner of your eye

It started with the tail of his coat, the flowing fabric of a dramatic and rushed exit. You ignored it as any rational person would. But then, it turned to seeing the silhouette of a full-grown man from the corner of your eyes. 

Every day, you feel him closer. You see a little more of him, like his pale skin, the dark eyewear and dark hair.

He just feels unreal. But he is very much real–you know it in your bones.

Every time you wake up at odd hours, you somehow expect the man looming over your bed. But you find no one. Nothing seems out of place, but your home does not feel the same. The air has shifted. 

You cannot explain how, but it feels like you are no longer the only resident here. The door you remember closing turns out to be open, the windows you forgot to close before leaving are closed shut when you return, and there is this…smell.

Leather and fuel, along with hints of earthy fragrance. You have tried bringing your friends for a sleepover to see if they feel the same. But none of them seem to notice.

At this point, you are afraid to confide in any friend. What if they think that you are losing your mind? What if you really are losing it?

Your dreams become more vivid. The touches fell more profound. Not like they weren’t before. But you see more of him. And the more you see him in your dreams, the more you realise that the man in your dreams is eerily similar to the man you see from the corner of your eyes.

It must have been apparent that you're disturbed about something, at least to your friends at work. So they drag you for a fun Friday Night. 

It turns out to be actually fun. You get to drink, eat, laugh and let loose a little. You find yourself on the dance floor, but no one is close enough. Yet you feel the static energy buzzing around. You are sober enough to feel the shift, but not enough to be truly alarmed. 

You remain where you are, feeling suddenly braver. There is a buzzing need to ground yourself. You tell yourself that it will all go away once you face it head-on, whatever, or whoever he or it is.

But all thoughts evaporate when you feel the warmth of a palm over your swaying hips. The familiar touch jolts you awake from the haze. This time, it is different. This time, you are not in your bedroom; you are not asleep. You are awake, and you are at a nightclub. You are awake and among people, and yet you feel the familiar touch and the presence.

You feel his lips over your ears, his body pressing against yours. You smell him—leather and fuel. “Trying to run away from the truth?” You stiffen, yet your eyes flutter close in surrender.

“Thomas?” You do not know why you say that name, but it flashes in your mind, and your tongue rolls on its own. 

Thomas? Who is Thomas?

You want to turn around, but he holds you firmly against him. Unlike the wild pace your heart has taken, you only feel his steady heartbeat. His lips brush against your ear with a deliberate movement. “My name…Is Neo.”

“Neo…” His name tastes like enchantment, and perhaps, you are already enchanted. You must have been too drunk, or simply lost any remaining sense of self-preservation, as you lean against him, testing his name on your tongue again. 

So this is the man who haunts your dreams and infests your reality? Is he the final push to your descent into madness?

He takes your hand and leads you away from the crowd, towards the bar, where a man dressed similarly to him serves drinks to the patrons. 

It's like you are in a daze— you let him lead you towards it. Maybe it is due to the joint you smoked with friends earlier? The lingering effects perhaps take away any sense of self-preservation. 

He takes off his dark eyewear, and you get to look into his deep, calm orbs. He exudes an extraordinary sense of calm and authority, like you can hide nothing from him, like even if you choose to break into a sprint, it would be futile.

“Drink”, he offers you the red drink. Your hands reach out for it, even though your mind screams for you to stop. You pause and look at him. One nod of encouragement is all it takes for you to tune out every warning your mind throws at you.

 It’s like you are devoid of any thought or free will. Your movements feel strange, drawn-out, unlike you. But you have no control over your own body. You take a sip. Despite the caution and confusion, the beverage tastes better than anything you have ever had. 

“What do you remember about Thomas?” 

You frown at the question, gazing at him while you take another sip of the irresistible drink.

“I…I don't know. It just slipped out.” You seriously have no idea. It was out of the blue. 

“You aren't supposed to remember, but something in you does. This is a sign.”

“Wh-what sign?” You take a final gulp, finishing the drink while he tugs you towards the exit of the club. 

You suddenly feel it, something solid and tiny passing down your throat along with the drink “Wh–what was that?” You finally feel like you are in control again and try to pull your hands away.

But his grip is iron as he drags you towards an isolated exit of the club. When he opens the door, you expect stairs, but are bewildered to find your living room.

“That, and this…” He turns to you, shutting the door, “... it's all a lie, a prison. I am saving you.”

He finally lets go, but you do not answer him, you are in no state to. Instead, you rush towards your apartment door, still in shock. Throwing it open, you find the common corridor you are familiar with.

“No...this can’t be.”

“She is not ready, Sir.” The other man states.

“She will be.” You vaguely hear him through your laboured breathing as you see thin lines of numbers appearing all around you. The colour green has never been more sickening.

“N–no…no. What’s happening?” You gasp out, feeling piercing chills all over, “I’m cold!” It’s like you are losing your voice, it comes in gasps and muffled “I’m cold!”

You try to scream, but you cannot. Your legs can no longer hold your weight, but ‘Neo’ wraps his arms around you.

He is warm, you vaguely realise, feeling the green almost blinding you. But you are still cold.

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₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° thinking hard about nerdy!neo being so nervous to be intimate with you for the first time and letting you take control because hes too nervous that he'll do something and mess up and it'll turn out to be too good to be true.

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° like yallllll this boy straight up looks up at you with his big puppy eyes with so much want its craaaazyyy

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° I like to imagine his hands/arm muscles get so tight from holding himself back from just flipping you over and having his way with you

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° he has to fight that urge and the urge to watch you ride it because as much as he has a secret dominant side he also gets saurrr turned on by watching you enjoy yourself. He makes himself wait until you've been properly pleasured before he really begins to give in !

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° When he's sure you've been taken care of he really can't stop his hands from gripping your thighs and grabbing where ever he can as tight as he can. In the morning you're definitely left with little finger print bruises here and there. I think he's really scared to moan too loud as well so it just comes out as these heavy breaths and little whimpers.

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° when neo finally gets close he cant help himself anymore. He picks you up and flips you with ease, pounding into you harder than ever before and taking what he needs. I wouldnt doubt that he would get a bit rough too, grabbing hair, spanking, making you say his name and submit to him, etc. etc...

₊‧꒰ঌ ໒꒱‧ ° AND because hes such a nerd and its your first time together when all is said and done I like to think hes just sooooo embarassed, like face hot to his ears and all. He probably tries to apologize and is so surprised when you laugh and say you liked seeing that side of him. Knowing how much you liked it probably even turns him on again, so I hope you're ready for round two 🦇