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peskellence · 4 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' prompt a shift in perspective?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Smut

Word Count: 3.3K

Gavin wondered if maybe he was seeing things. That the haunting familiarity of the face, along with the dark hair and powerful physique, was simply coincidental. The shared manifestation of his weary mind and blighted focus.

A bloodied pipe was clutched in the hand of the man above him as the other continued to grip his jaw. The object drew closer, and he flinched back instinctively, only to feel its blunt edge run across his cheek. Trailed with deliberate slowness. He strained to pull away, but a firm hold anchored him in place.

Then he met the eyes of his assailant, alight with cruel intent.

"Alex."

A smirk played on the man's lips as his eyes rolled disdainfully. “Don’t look so surprised. Did you honestly think someone like me would be interested in someone like you?”

In retrospect, he should have known the moment he had heard the Reaper’s voice. It had all the same distinct inflexions, with little effort made to disguise them. An accent he had never been able to shift—

His mind was charged with more questions than he could process, exacerbating the raw ache in the back of his head. Through hesitant lips, a prevailing thought managed to escape.

"What the fuck."

Alex paused, his brow arching at the expletive. With a sigh, he abandoned the pipe, the hollow metal clanking against the concrete.

"I don't know why I expected anything more articulate from you." He looked down his nose with palpable disgust. "Charging headfirst into an unfamiliar setting, seeking out a known threat. You've made this too easy."

Gavin's eyes swept the floor, noting the fine streak of blood that had been left from his initial violent impact. He could feel the liquid beneath his head beginning to spread, fanning towards it. "What happened to your M.O. of just hurting androids? Did blue get old, you sick bastard?"

Alex brought down his knee in a sharp, jerking movement. It was propelled into the other man's body, lodging uncomfortably into his gut. "I have never hurt a human who didn't deserve it. You only have yourself to blame for this."

Wheezing as the air was knocked from his lungs, Gavin grappled with a sudden wave of nausea. Reaching out to hold his stomach, the movement was promptly halted. Alex grabbed his wrist, wrenching it to the side at an unnatural angle.

"After you told that idiot Scott your name, he wouldn't shut up about you. Brought it up at meetings for weeks. You and your little plastic pet."

"So you fuckers really do meet up for coffee", Gavin teased, echoing the theory Fowler had presented several weeks prior. "Guess even parasites need something to keep ‘em going."

"Don't act so high and mighty. From what I'd understood, I was hoping we might see eye to eye."

"Why the fuck would you think that?"

"‘It gets a little zesty when it needs an oil change.’" A sadistic grin spread across the killer's face, stretching ear to ear. He grasped Gavin's second wrist and pinned them both above his head. "Does that sound familiar, Detective? It should. Or do you express such sentiments with enough frequency that you'd simply forgotten?"

Gavin could feel his bravado beginning to dissipate. “...Things change”, he seethed, withering at the unpleasant memory as nausea continued to churn his stomach.

"I highly doubt that," Alex dismissed, his mocking smile curling down into a disapproving grimace. "You fell into the same trap as so many other degenerates in this godless city. Why invest the time and effort into winning the affections of a human when you can simply bed a machine?"

"Nines said Scott and Finch didn't know who you were. That none of them knew who you were. How did they trick him?"

"They didn't." The disgust on the other man's face only grew more pronounced. "They weren't the only mentally challenged members of their organisation. I wasn't about to reveal myself with such transparency, and no one ever asked questions. If there is one thing the group values, it is anonymity."

"Well, isn't that lovely?" Gavin replied dryly. "Got to look out for your own, right?"

"They served their purposes." His knee, which was still positioned against the detective’s stomach, pushed itself in a second time with targeted strength. "It really is horrifying just how much you can find out about a person with a little digging. Joined the force at 23, and a Detective by 26. Very impressive, I'm sure your father must be proud."

The words hurt more than any of the physical anguish that Alex was subjecting him to—and the knowing twinkle in the other man's eyes told Gavin he was aware of this. Unable to contain his fury, he lunged towards him, snarling like an untamed animal.

"You piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you."

His defiance was rewarded with a harsh strike across the face. Alex seemed to revel in how he reeled from the impact, his head lulling back before flopping to its original position.

"I am speaking. Be quiet and listen". The words carried with them a disquieting nonchalance. "Of course, you hardly have a squeaky clean reputation. Quite a contentious figure, even within your local community—and that was before I bypassed the laughable encryption on your DPD database."

"Oh wow, so clever." Gavin’s voice dripped with sarcasm, intermingling with the blood that poured from his lips. "I'm really impressed."

"Lengthy disciplinary record, including repeated ‘property damage’," Alex continued, the twisted smile returning. "Very much opposed to the ‘robot helpers' your department employed when doing the job yourselves proved too tasking."

"I'm sure this all gets you super rock hard, but what does it have to do with anything?"

"I don't like having to repeat myself. Be quiet, you won't get another warning."

Gavin’s jaw hardened defiantly as he levelled his attacker with a narrowed glare. He was growing tired of just how much the killer seemed to be enjoying himself, dragging out every twisted revelation.

"I was unable to access the files on my own work, which was frustrating—but I had learnt enough about you to know that I could secure them through other means."

The grip on his wrists seemed to tighten, the flesh being squeezed with bruising ferocity.

"Interesting result on the most recent police census, wasn't it? Turns out that your love for machines isn't the only deviancy you're partial to."

Through a wince, the detective laughed before rolling his eyes in flagrant dismissal. "It's 2039, and we're still hating on the gays? Go fuck yourself."

Alex let go of his wrists, seeming to take some time to deliberate on his next move. His fingers curled into tightened fists, and before Gavin could react, one of them descended—striking his nose with a sickening crunch.

"It was no surprise to see you were single. I assumed you'd be the sort of person who would use something like USwipe. From there, it was just a matter of finding and seducing you."

"Didn't work though, did it?" Gavin hissed back, wheezing through the pain as flecks of red propelled from his lips. "I threw your ass out."

"Forgive me if I don't think much of your taste." He gripped the other man's jaw, his eyes narrowing with predatory focus. "It's a pity. You could've been useful… in exchange for your compliance, I could've given you what you wanted."

A thumb trailed languidly across his lips, and Gavin felt his stomach twist. It made him sick, just how willing Alex was to abandon his own demented convictions for the sake of furthering his goals.

"Pleasure, fulfilment—"

His snarling mouth lunged for the thumb, threatening to capture it between his teeth. "Don't touch me."

"You're hardly in a position to be making demands."

The hold on his jaw trailed up, capturing his face in a stifling vice. Excruciating pressure was applied to either side of his nose. Gavin attempted to pull the hand away, but his limbs felt heavy and weak.

"Tell me where the machine is, or better yet, lead it to me, and I might be willing to give you another chance."

"I'd rather die."

The pressure increased, and the detective howled, writhing in agony. Warm trails of blood poured from his nose, passing through gaping lips.

"I tried to warn you, Gavin, that nothing good would come from your sordid affair. You didn't listen, and now it's too late."

"You—don't scare—me." The words were spat in bitter fragments, mingling with the warm swell of copper filling the back of his throat.

"I should." Alex shifted his weight to intensify the pressure on his already aching ribs. Their bodies were close—too close—as powerful hands found his neck and began to squeeze. "I gave you a choice. Perhaps I wouldn't have had to kill that RK900 and his blood traitor whore if you'd simply made the right one."

"There was—never any—choice", Gavin challenged, wheezing as the pressure increased. You would have carried on killing—regardless of what I did—Miles and the rest."

"Oh no, Detective, that was personal." Alex shot back, chuckling darkly. "I needed to send you and your partner a message so you'd understand the fates that awaited you. Their blood is on your hands."

"Don't try to—guilt me—” The wheezing escalated to chokes as his throat began to close. "This was all part of your game—they were just toys. Ones you decided to—tease us with—after you'd broken them."

Then Alex slackened his grip just enough to allow Gavin to breathe. Cracks were beginning to form in his unnervingly calm demeanour, betraying hints of frustration.

"So narrow-minded. To equate my puzzle to a child playing with toys”. He spat the words as though they lingered with an unpleasant taste on his tongue. "Don't try to convince me that you would have been able to solve it alone. Some vulgar, braindead alcoholic, all washed up before the age of 40."

"There was never any grand puzzle; you just wanted to pretend like there was. Scattered jumbles and fucking brainteasers sprinkled around to make you feel clever."

Gavin’s head was pulled forward, wrenched up by his throat before being harshly thrust back, slamming against the concrete.

"Perhaps you're right. There was never a test for you because there was never any hope that you could understand my message."

His vision filled with stars as he reeled from the impact. Despite this, he stayed resolute, chin jutted in defiance. He refused to lie back, quietly allowing the Reaper his moment of triumph.

Scoffing through his split lips, he flashed a mocking sneer. "You can't accept that your big fucking 'message' has all the depth of a kid playing make-believe. You have no morals, no grand code of ethics. You're just a fucking lunatic."

It was evident that Alex was tired of playing games. His hand dove into his pocket, and a glint of light caught against something metal. The barrel of a gun emerged before being pressed to Gavin's temple.

"You may not have been my intended prize, but your android-loving blood will make a fine anointment."

As the cold steel brushed his skin, he shuddered in morbid anticipation. His tortured subconscious appeared to seek comfort as his mind became awash with memories. The sound of laughter, the smell of popcorn, and the shared warmth found underneath a throw blanket. As he cowered away from a flickering television, his father laughed, holding him close and shielding his eyes.

At least I get to see him again.

A finger traced along the trigger of the gun, ready to pull, as Gavin glared back at him. Unyielding and unafraid. He could only hope that Hank and Connor would find them soon—to complete his objective where he had failed.

Give this fucker hell, guys.

Then, there was a rogue shuffle coming from the other end of the warehouse—followed by a voice. While muffled by the thick walls and reinforced steel of the door, it was still audible. Calling out to him—low and growled with frustration:

"Reed…? Oh fucking Christ, where has he gone?"

"He must be close. I am beginning to pick up on some vital signs."

Alex’s finger, which had been poised in place, promptly stalled. A flicker of confusion passed his face before it gave way to stony realisation. "So you didn't come alone."

A weighty pause hung in the air as the figures beyond the door fell silent. Then, one of them spoke again, with audible trepidation:

"...Hank, there's two sets of vitals. He isn't alone."

"Ho’ shit, that ain't good."

The killer appeared to have lost interest in his awaiting prey as Gavin felt the pressure on his forehead begin to slacken. A malicious glint shone in his eyes as he looked across the room, suggesting that his target had shifted. "I know that voice...an RK800. Not the one I wanted, but a prize I will happily claim."

A spark of hope rekindled as Gavin, seeing his opportunity, was quick to grasp it. With shaky hands, he reached up and pressed a palm to the side of the barrel, angling it away from his head. In the same movement, he enclosed himself around Alex, yanking harshly to one side. The unexpected force caught the other man off balance, and he was sent hurtling onto the concrete with a harsh thud.

The momentum left the detective reeling as his fraught mind sought to catch up—but he pressed forward, knowing he needed to act fast. Spotting his weapon by a nearby shelving unit, he struggled to his feet, legs quivering. He hobbled towards the gun and, with a triumphant hiss, reached down to claim it.

Having recovered from the shock of the strike, Alex had composed himself and was raising his weapon once again. Gavin was able to act first—and with a desperate, thunderous cry, he fired off a shot. It was done so blindly, eyes unfocused, as his weakened body reeled from the force—but it still succeeded in hitting its mark.

The bullet lodged into the other man's leg, and he hissed in agony, doubling over as he used his free hand to cup the wound. "You bastard." His darkened gaze stared at him, brimming with hatred. With focused intent, he pulled the trigger.

There was pain. Like white hot shrapnel, piercing the numbing rush of adrenaline. Gavin’s trembling hand reached over and lightly touched the front of his chest. Pulling away, he was greeted by a thick sheen of red that had coated his palm and fingers.

Oh, shit.

Despite his best efforts, buckling knees began to give way, and he collapsed to the ground in a slumped heap.

A loud crash emanated from the other end of the room as the steely door of the warehouse was promptly slammed open. Hurried footsteps came charging through, and Gavin saw Connor appear from around the corner—gun in hand, raised offensively. "Detroit Police, stand down!"

Alex made a strange huffing noise—caught somewhere between frustration and satisfaction. Despite his injury, he was quick, lunging towards the android—his own weapon primed, aimed at the crucial components in his chest. The attempt was quickly evaded as Connor darted to one side, and the bullet fired through a box on one of the shelves.

Gavin watched on from his curled position on the floor, at a loss to do anything but grapple for oxygen through increasingly laboured breaths. Connor, catching sight of him, stilled temporarily, his brown eyes blown in horror. Quivering lips opened to speak, but the detective stopped him, reaching out to point in a weakened gesture. "Behind you."

The man sprang forward, closing the distance between them, and shoved the barrel of the weapon firmly into Connor’s back. The android anticipated this, reaching back and grabbing his wrist—angling the shot towards the ceiling and causing it to fire harmlessly into the air.

As the officer tightened his grip, Alex cried out. He grappled to maintain his hold through increasingly crushing pressure until another hand reached around and yanked the gun from his grasp—tossing it to one side.

In an attempt to knock Connor off balance, the killer threw himself back, pulling the android with him. Once both figures had fallen to the floor, he sought to establish a distance between them. Frenzied eyes canvassed the room in search of a weapon before settling on the weighty pipe that he had previously discarded.

Having armed himself once again, he reached up, aiming to strike through his target's head. Then Hank, who had been standing in wait, emerged from behind one of the shelving units and pointed his weapon towards his hand. "I don't think so, scumbag."

With another shot, the flesh of his wrist was pierced, and the pipe slipped from his weakened grasp. In a final act of desperation—and seemingly spurred by nothing but hatred—Alex promptly abandoned strategy. He charged at Connor full force as grappling hands sought out the junction between his head and throat.

Synthetic skin peeled back to a wave of exposed white before the android moved again. He switched their positions in a deft twist of bodies, settling behind Alex—arm enclosed around his neck.

As the human struggled, he held him tight before aiming a sharp chop at the point between his shoulder and neck. His writhing body stilled before slumping down weakly.

The android let go and allowed the unconscious man to slip silently onto the floor. Hank reached down to restrain him, retrieving a set of handcuffs from his jacket pocket.

"Guess the machines win this time, eh, buddy?"

Connor seemed to take a moment to revel in their victory, smiling pridefully. However, the triumphant expression quickly dropped upon hearing a strained gurgle that leaked from Gavin's lips.

The room around him started to spin, exacerbated by a sudden blur of movement, as the android rushed for him. Delicate pressure was applied to his head before it was gently hoisted up.

"Detective Reed…?" When the response was not immediate, Connor spoke louder, shaking his body. "Gavin, can you hear me?"

"You’re two inches from my ear, dipshit. So yeah, I can hear you."

The strain of the words spurred on a wave of violent, rattling coughs as Gavin struggled to breathe. With the exertion came several speckles of red, which dotted the front of Connor's suit.

"I'm going to scan you to assess your injuries; try not to move." Upon completion, the android's lips pulled inwards in a disconcerting look of unease before he turned to his partner. "We need to get him to a hospital immediately."

The older man cursed under his breath, clearly put out by the urgency with which the android said this. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, before frantically swiping across the screen. "Okay, okay, I got it."

"Immediately, huh? That’s not soundin’ like a great prognosis…" Gavin laughed weakly, punctuated by laboured gasps. His vision was growing increasingly blurred as he bared his teeth in a bloodied smile. "Hey, Connor. Can you do something for me?"

Through the haze, he saw the android lean in closer, brow furrowed in concentration. "What?"

"Look after Nines”, he rasped as a powerful surge of pain shot its way through his ribs. "I know you will just…make sure he’s safe."

His head flopped against Connor’s grasp. He felt tired, desperate to sleep, as his eyelids started to droop.

"...Gavin?" He felt someone tapping against his cheek. Lightly at first before building in intensity. "We're going to get you help, but you need to hang on."

As he faded further into his subconscious, the sounds around him grew muffled and distant, mingling into waves of static. Through the buzz, one noise broke through—a loud thump which resonated throughout the room.

When a distant chatter of voices broke out, he wondered if he might be hallucinating. His head was slowly dropped and pressed against the concrete. It felt cold and bracing against his skin, but this no longer bothered him.

"Sooner—I tried to get—"

Shit. Hank only just made the call, right? That’s got to be the quickest dispatch in history.

But something didn’t seem right. There was not enough movement, no rush of people spurred to action. Instead, he was being lifted again, cradled in somebody's arms.

Through cracked eyes, everything appeared pale and distant—but he made out flashes of red as the figure held him close. The intimacy of the exchange had been unexpected. Of all the people to embrace him as he began to fade, Connor seemed unlikely.

Then he saw another figure walk into sight. Through an indistinct blur of features, he made out a prominent stroke of grey—distinctive of the clothes that Connor had been wearing.

Well fuck, guess I’m seeing double.

"I’ve got you, it’s okay, I’m here." The tones were rich and smooth. Whispered softly into his ear, seeking to comfort him. Despite this, there was palpable rawness. A despaired vulnerability that could not be disguised.

Wait.

He focused on the figure's eyes and noted that the rich brown was absent, replaced instead by steely grey. "Nines?"

The android spoke again, and it took a moment for Gavin to realise he was addressing him. With what remained of his dwindling strength, he focused solely on Nines. Drowning out everything else. He could feel a hand run down his cheek, nursing it with featherlight strokes.

"Don't try to speak. Save your strength."

His fingers twitched as he attempted to lift his arm, to clasp their hands together, but the limb lay still and unresponsive—despite how fervently he compelled it. Heavy lids stooped further, shadowing what remained of the dimming light around him.

Nines' typically level tones trembled with desperation. His instructions came with greater urgency until they had escalated to anguished pleas. "Keep looking at me. Don't close your eyes. Please, you have to stay awake."

Gavin struggled to maintain focus—to keep his eyes open—but his lingering tethers to the world around him were beginning to slip. His breathing grew increasingly shallow, the exertion becoming too much for his beaten body to handle.

Nines lost what remained of his composure as his voice broke away to a harsh, choked sob. "I'm sorry, Gavin. I'm so sorry." He held him close, pressing their foreheads together, as tears began to run down his face. "I love you. Please don't go."

Then everything went black.

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emmavzlsblog · 2 months

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Imagines

What genres do i writes about:

Smut(threesome)

Fluff

Angst

What i write:

Boy X Girl

Girl X Girl

Boy X Girl X Boy

Girl X Boy X Girl

What i don't write:(smut)

incest,non-con(rape),anything with pain,

What i do write:(smut)

oral(f! and m! receiving),threesome,lesbian sex,non protected sex(wrap it b4 you tap it!),use of sextoys(such as strapon for lesbian sex,dildo,maybe cockring,double sided dildo,you get it!),i will write different position(69,missionary,doggy style,cowgirl,reverse cowgirl).I will also write facesitting,fingering,bondage...

Who i write for:

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski,Scott Mccall,Liam Dunbar,Theo Raeken,Peter Hale, Derek Hale,Isaac Lahey,Malia Tate/Hale,Lydia Martin,Alison Argent,Kira Yukimura,Erica Reyes,Hayden Romero,Brett Talbot,Aiden,Cora Hale,Jordan Parrish,Tracy Stewart.

Outer Banks:

Sarah Cameron,John B Routledge,JJ Maybank,Kiara "Kie" Carrera,Rafe Cameron,Pope Heyward,Cléo,Barry.

The maze runner:

Newt,Thomas,Brenda,Teresa,Aris,Minho,Gally,Harriet,Sonya.

Not Okay (2022 movie):

Danni Sanders,Colin,Rowan.

American Assassin:

Mitch Rapp.

Twilight Saga:

Bella Swan,Edward Cullen,Jacob Black,Alice Cullen,Rosalie Hale,Emmett Cullen,Jasper Hale, Benjamin,Seth Clearwater,Leah Clearwater,Jared,Embry Call,Quil Atera,Paul.

Scream:

Billy Loomis,Stu Macher,Sydney Prescott, Tatum Riley,Dewey Riley,Gale Weathers,Randy Meeks,Mickey Altieri,Roman Bridger,Mark Kindcaid,Jill Roberts,Kirby Reed,Olivia(Scream 4 forgot her last name😭),Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Chad Meeks, Mindy Meeks,Amber Freeman,Richie Kirsch,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Anika.

To request:

make sur you to put everything when you request...

Like what action do you want them to do,what place,and as for some character,precise what era you want like for Samantha in Scream precise if you want her in the scream 5 or in the 6 because she is totally different in those two movies...

Writer's note:

Don't hesitate to request i'm not in school rn since it's summer vacantion so i have a lot of free time.I'm not a machine wich means i will need a bit of time to write your resquets,but i can assure you,i will try my best to do ALL of your resquets. XOXO emma

#teen wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf imagine #outer banks smut #outer banks #outer banks imagines #the maze runner #the maze runner imagines #not okay #danni sanders #american assassin #mitch rapp smut #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight smut #scream imagine #scream smut

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f1rewr1t3r · 3 months

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fandoms i write for pt 1

I'm a writer but have major writers block and i have no idea where to start so if you see this and want to send a fic rec just lmk (i will be updating these consistantly) and once i get a few fics uploaded i will make a masterlist

smut -🖤 fluff-🤍 angst-❤️

here's part two and three

Formula one

Max Verstappen

Lando norris

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Oscar Piastri

Sergio Perez

George Russell

Lewis hamilton

Fernando Alonso

Nico Hulkenburg

Yuki Tsunoda

Daniel Riccardo

Oliver Bearman

Pierre Gasly

Kevin Magnussen

Alex albon

Esteban Ocon

Zhou Guanyu

Logan Sargent

Valtteri Bottas

Stranger things

Billy hargrove

eddie munson

steve harrington

dustin henderson

max mayfield

will byers (mainly platonic (except for male!reader cause i am a firm believer that will is a bit zesty))

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

jim hopper

jonathan byers

karen wheeler

joyce byers

001/henry creel

marvel

(all names correspond with their superhero egos captain america/steve rogers etc.

steve rogers

bucky barnes

natasha romanoff

scott lang

thor

loki

yelena belova

wanda maximoff

pietro maximoff

kate bishop

tony stark

peter parker (tom holland + andrew garfield)

bruce banner

T'challa

shuri

Hatfields and McCoys

Cap hatfield

Johnse Hatfield

jim mcCoy

Tolbert McCoy

Calvin McCoy

HOTD/GOT

Viserys Targaryen (1st and 3rd)

Daenarys targaryen

Daario Naharis

Missandei

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aegon II Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Helaena Targaryen

Maegor Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Lucerys Velaryon

Alicent Hightower

Gwayne Hightower

Ser Criston Cole

Alys Rivers

Cregan Stark

Robb Stark

Sansa Stark

Bran Stark

Jojen Reed

Jon Snow

Jorah Mormont

Tyrion Lannister

Podrick Payne

Jamie Lannister

Lancel Lannister

Gendry (Baratheon)

Margaery Tyrell

Loras Tyrell

Oberyn martell

Sturniolo triplets + nate doe

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

rosa diaz

jake peralta

(all other characters but platonic)

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allzelemonz · 11 months

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Star Trek Masterlist

Main Masterlist

James Kirk

More Fun Than Expected

Pronouns: He/Him, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Mirrorverse runs on sex and blood, Mirror Kirk is mean, switch Reader, sub Reader, dom Mirror Kirk, references to Reader giving oral but it doesn’t happen, hand job, sex as a threat, sex a discipline, mentions of execution and torture, use of the pet name “good boy,” mentions of prior sex partner and Reader, mentions of Reader’s time at the academy, inexperienced Reader, dirty talk, handjob, mentions of grinding, sex Summary: As a Commander aboard the ISS Enterprise you get the occasional privilege of sitting in the Captain’s chair. When the Captain comes to relieve the Beta shift he keeps you behind for some fun, but things don’t go quite how he planned.

Pavel Chekov

Flowers

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, hinted Kirk/Spock and Chapel/Uhura, sex pollen enhances arousal and attraction but no fuck or die, allusions to bad wig Chekov, focus on how cute the Russian is, top reader, bottom Chekov, mentions of Chekov’s love for Russia Summary: The away team gets separated and the Captain orders for exploration in the meantime. Chekov and yourself wander across some strange plants that cause some interesting side effects.

Leonard McCoy

Cold

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, stranded together, stuck in a cave, McCoy calls the reader “kid,” but he calls lots of people that, riding, hand-job, standard McCoy snark, long set up Summary: When Spock’s away team get stranded a second team is sent to locate them when the ship’s sensors fail. As a part of the rescue team, yourself and Doctor McCoy happen across a cave that needs investigating. A spontaneous collapse of the entrance leaves you both stuck in a freezing cave with limited sources of heat. You have to find a way to stay warm.

Those Blue Eyes: Leonard McCoy X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 3: Evil Twins Pronouns: He/Him, use of boyfriend, reader called ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, flirty mirror counterparts, mentions of surgery and death Summary: A mirrored version of Doctor McCoy is on the Enterprise and you have him at phaser point, but things are much more complicated than they seem.

Malcolm Reed

Navyman: Malcolm Reed X Male Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Modern Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G Warnings: Malcolm’s family is clueless, aquaphobia, mentions of scary/life threatening conditions at sea Summary: In modern times, Malcolm Reed didn’t have any Starfleet to join and is pressured into the Navy despite his fear. His family is proud, but knows nothing about his phobia so you have to help him through it during a storytelling session.

Montgomery Scott

Traditions: Montgomery Scott X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Holiday Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Alcohol Warnings: Multiple holiday celebration, Scotty’s tree has to be perfect, mentions of scotch, holidays/faiths mentioned specifically: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and Christmas, author celebrates Yule and did research for other holidays Summary: When the holiday season rolls around the Enterprise has an annual party, limited to one night due to the dangers of space. Scotty and the Operations division are in charge of decorations for all of the holidays and it’s time to set up.

Spock

Calculations Were Off

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Pon Farr, Spock having an animalistic drive, multiple orgasms, () used for custom name and rank, verbal consent is sexy, top Spock, bottom, Reader Summary: Spock has been careful to keep track of his Pon Farr, but it still snuck up on him before you could have your first time as a couple. Now Spock has to ask something very intimate of you.

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13rsystories · 8 months

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The night that changed everything|Montgomery de la cruz x y/n and a little bit of Scott x y/n part 4.

(Sorry I haven’t posted in a while I haven’t felt any motivation)

Warnings:a little bit of smut, naughty truth or dare.

School had finished for the day and you headed to Scott Reeds house to help him with his Chemistry homework, but before you arrived at Scott’s house a text message from Monty popped up on your phone.

Monty 😊💞: “Are you at Scott’s already?”

Y/n 😍: “Yeah, that’s still okay though, right?”

Monty 😊💞: “I may or may not be here as well…”

Y/n 😍: “Seriously?”

You didn’t even realise Monty’s jeep in the driveway when you arrived but now you were scared to go in, “what if he came because he was jealous?” You thought to yourself, but you went to the door and knocked hoping he wasn’t just there to watch you and Scott together.. Scott opened the door with a smile on his face as he saw you.

“Hey Scotty” you said looking past him to see the one and only Montgomery de la cruz right behind him

“Hey y/n, come in” you walked past both boys and sat on the couch in the living room

“Is it okay that Monty joined us this afternoon?”

“Yeah, as long as I’m not interrupting you guys hanging out..”

“Don’t worry princess you weren’t interrupting” Monty spoke up

You blushed again at the nickname and Scott seemed a little confused on what was going on with the nickname and you blushing over it but he shrugged it off knowing Monty liked to flirt with literally all the girls at school.

“Alright shall we start this homework, do you need help with anything Monty?” You looked at him with a smile

“No but thanks”

You and Scott started working together on the chemistry work with Monty just watching you the entire time and finally after an hour you both finished the homework.

“Thank you for the help y/n”

“Anytime Scotty!” You looked in his direction sorta locking eyes but you instantly looked away knowing Monty was staring at you

“Let’s do something fun” Monty blurted out

“Like what, mont?” Scott asked taking his attention off you

“A little game of truth or dare?”

“Sounds good!” You and Scott said at the same time

A few rounds of truth of dare some of which were a little naughty (iykyk) some were just funny.

“Y/n, truth or dare?” Monty said smirking

“Since I’ve been doing a lot of dares I choose truth”

“Out of me and Scott, who would you sleep with”

You blushed thinking of the time you had with Monty at Bryce’s party

“Uhh can I skip?

“I’m kinda curious now” Scott spoke up

“Ugh um I guess Monty”

“Damn, am I not hot enough?” Scott joked

“Scotty you know girls would beg for a chance with you” you smiled at him

“But clearly you’re begging for a chance with me” Monty smirked

“Whatever, truth or dare Scotty”

“Dare of course”

“Since you two have been making me do crazy stuff I dare you to kiss me”

Monty glared at you with jealous eyes but looked away when Scott pulled you onto his lap by your waist and made out with you for at least a minute until you pulled away feeling guilty about the dare and sat between them both again but a bit closer to Monty.

“Monty, truth or dare?” Scott broke the silence

“Dare.”

“I dare you to let y/n give you a lap dance without getting a boner”

“Hmm alright”

Before you knew it you were on Monty’s lap doing exactly what Scott said to do not noticing how turned on he was from just watching you Scott was the one that got a boner and Monty was trying his hardest not to get one but unfortunately for him he ended up losing the dare.

“From what I can tell you both lost” you giggled getting off Monty’s lap revealing his hard through his pants and also seeing Scott hard at the same time.

“So clearly I win” you smiled at them both

“If you couldn’t tell by now you have us wrapped around your little finger y/n” Scott said and Monty agreed with him.

To be continued…

#13 reasons why #fanfic #monty de la cruz #scott reed

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nouvellevqgue · 10 months

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What I write, who I write, and what you can request!

Hi! This is where I have info on what I write, who I write, and what I am comfortable writing/what you can request! If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

What Maverick writes…

I write fanfiction, oneshots, and imagines, and headcannons!

These will of course include age regression or pet regression in some way, wether you the reader are a regressor, or a character is.

I will write for the fandoms/characters I have listed below. If you want a different character and don’t see them down there, you may ask if I will write for them but I won’t make any promises.

What Maverick is comfortable writing…

This is a 100% SFW blog, so no NSFW writing at all. I’m not comfortable doing that for age/pet regression.

I am perfectly fine writing relationships like dating or being married, with hand holding, cuddling, kissing, etc etc. But I will not do smut, kinks, or heated make outs.

Basically just cute fluff is what I’ll do!

I can write the following:

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I will usually write in second person point of view that way I can use ‘you’ instead of y/n.

I write a mixture of genders for

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If you make a request and do not specify gender for “y/n” then I will just do gender neutral by default.

I will always specify before each writing piece what gender “y/n” is, and give a little summary of what the writing plot is! I will also try to put any warnings there too, so if I miss anything just let me know and I’ll add them!

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Here they are! Again if there’s a character you specifically want but don’t see then feel free to ask if I would write for them, but I won’t make any promises.

If you don’t see a fandom on here you can ask if I write for that fandom but it’s likely I’m either not in it or I don’t write for it.

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The Lost Boys 1987:

Michael Emerson

Star

David

Marko

Dwayne

Paul

House of Wax 2005

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Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Friday The 13th

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Halloween

Michael Myers

Rob Zombie Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sidney Prescott

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Detroit Become Human:

Hank Anderson

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Luther

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Simon

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707

Zen

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Yoosung

Jaehee

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Monster Prom/Camp:

Damien LaVey

Vera Oberlin

Zoe

Poly Geist

Miranda Vanderbilt

Liam De Lioncourt

Scott Howl

Calculester

Milo Belladonna

Dahlia Aquino

Aaravi Mishra (And Hex)

Joy Johnson Johjima

Moss Mann

The Narrator

The Wolf Among Us (video game):

Bigby Wolf

Snow

Beauty

Beast

Bloody Mary

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

Sean Maguire

Charles Smith

Lenny Summers

Tilly Jackson

Marybeth

Abigail Roberts

Karen Jones

Sadie Adler

Miss Grimshaw (platonic only)

Hosea Matthews (platonic only)

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Heather Duke

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Veronica Sawyer

J.D

Kurt

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Claire Standish

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zoyaofthegardvn · 2 years

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Zoyaofthegardvn's Teen Wolf Masterlist

A/N: Here is a list of my Teen Wolf fics! If you'd like to send in a request, be sure to check my general masterlist first. Happy reading :)

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NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Just some dirty headcanons about Allison in the bedroom...

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 1 year

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The Spiderwebs We Weave

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49494502 by GDM5 Peter re-evaluates his place amongst the world of marvel’s heroes, what "with great power come great responsibility” truly means to him, how the heroes of the marvel universe have lived up to this standard, and what he plans on doing about it. Words: 5994, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Fantastic Four, X-Men - All Media Types, Avengers - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Peter Parker, Otto Octavius, Wilson Fisk, Tony Stark, Sinister Six Relationships: Peter Parker/Harem, Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: no beta we die like everyone spiderman has ever loved, Angst, Hurt Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Some Humor, Peter Parker is So Done, Otto Octavius as Superior Spider-Man, Reed Richards Being an Asshole, Scott Summers Being an Asshole, Tony Stark Has Issues, Everyone Has Issues read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49494502

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peskellence · 9 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3K

Gavin and Nines stood at Fowler's desk, outlining the findings of their investigation. This mostly equated to an ongoing monologue delivered by Nines as the latter sat reclined in his chair, staring into space.

The Captain's features were contorted into a look of displeasure. He observed Nines silently as it spoke, beady eyes peering out from the fold of his furrowed brow. His hands were clasped firmly on the brim of his desk, sizable digits twitching impatiently.

"So let me get this straight," he finally said, cutting into the droning tedium of the one-sided dialogue. "You think these crimes are somehow connected to this 'Mikey Scott' goon. A man who, from what I read in your report, sounds like he'd struggle to tie his own shoes."

Nines calmly leafed through the papers on the table before directing Fowler's attention to a series of chat logs. "The man lied at length during his witness statement, and we have a reasonable hypothesis as to why. As you can see, these logs suggest affiliations with a key person, or persons, of interest."

Fowler stared at the paper, limply lifting one of the corners. "Of interest to who, exactly? Because if you're trying to spin this junk as evidence, you're out of your damn mind."

"I understand it may appear superfluous", Nines continued, ignoring the disparaging edge to its superior's tone. "However, this is not the case. Detective Reed and I agree that use of code may have been employed by the killer to communicate with Mr Scott, as well as - "

Fowler held up a hand, stopping the android before they could continue. "I'm hearing a lot of maybes here, but I'm still not seeing a shred of proof. You two have been assigned to this case for over a week, and all you've got to show for it is another body. What the Hell have you been doing?"

The light on Nine's temple flickered a little, albeit it refused to show any indication of frustration. Gavin was unable to deploy the same skills of emotional regulation, rising to the bait almost immediately. He pulled himself out of his slouch, folding his arms defensively.

"Hey, we've been busting our asses. Where do you get off on telling us what we have and haven't been doing?"

Fowler leaned forward, as if readying himself to knock some sense into his mouthy subordinate."I'm the one in charge here, Reed. You'd do well to remember that."

"Captain", Nines interrupted before the situation was able to escalate. It placed a hand on Gavin's shoulder in an attempt to placate him.

It was almost too effective. Gavin marvelled at how delicate the gesture felt, despite Nines' established capacity for overwhelming strength. Had it wished to restrain him, it could have, but there was nothing forceful about the weight of its grasp. It handled him as though he were a friend. Without any intent to intimidate or harm.

Despite this, Gavin pulled away from the hold as though it were causing him searing pain. Nines' hand was left suspended in the absence of its partner before its slowly retreated.

"Consider the bigger picture," it said, directing its attention back to Fowler. "We are no longer observing the actions of a single madman. This is an organised hate group, one which may prove to be exceedingly dangerous. If we turn a blind eye, who's to say what the consequences may be?"

"I think it's you who needs to consider the bigger picture", Fowler seethed. "You want me to drag this department through the mud more than it already has so that you can test what? A hunch?"

Nines' throat bobbed visibly, as if it was struggling with a non-existent breath. "We have established a link, the use of code is synonymous with our suspect profile." It stabbed its finger onto the desk, perhaps with more force than intended. Tracing the digit across the page, it underlined a passage of interest.

Fowler growled, snatching the page from under its hand and bringing it close to his face. His eyes trailed up and down, becoming lost even further in the folds of his brow.

"You mean the 7-letter cypher?", he said lethargically "The same code I used to pass notes to my crush back in High School?"

"It is not a matter of decryption method. It is the context in which it was used. CLHQ is clearly a code in itself. No doubt a location for - "

"Are you seriously prepared to die on this hill?" Fowler ran his fingers down his face, pulling the skin taut. "A pair of goons with decoder rings. That's your smoking gun. An arrest requires probable cause. Or did you miss that part of your training?"

Subtle twitches slithered their way through Nines' otherwise neutral expression, as its lips curled downwards into the ghost of a scowl.

"We have both evidence and probable cause. Even if we didn't - there is certainly a case for reasonable suspicion." The displeasure was palpable in its low, commanding tone, as the cracks continued to form in its visage of composure. "With consideration for my model, Captain, I ask that you trust my judgement on this."

"Are you saying that my judgement isn't enough?" Fowler pointed a finger to his subordinate, beginning to sweat from exertion. "Do not get smart with me. I'm warning you."

"It's not getting smart," Gavin interrupted, tiring of the Captain's belligerent attitude. "It's trying to make a point, and you don't wanna hear it."

Fowler seemed to let this particular outburst slide as he remained locked in his standoff with Nines. Gavin watched on, intrigued, as the partner who typically approached their superior with the utmost respect vehemently refused to yield.

Ultimately, Fowler was the first to back down, sighing as he addressed Nines with an uncharacteristic level of softness. "...RK900, there's a reason I hired you, and it has nothing to do with your model. I can see you've got potential, but you have been with the department for less than a year. There's still time to screw it all up."

He then turned his attention to Gavin, and any hint of warmth dissipated. "Case and point: I trusted you to keep this genius supervised, but all you've done is let him play 'Choose Your Own Adventure'. Again."

"It was a good adventure to pick. We've made fucking progress", Gavin argued back hotly, "Not only are these freaks local, but they're following our investigation. 'Organic + synth'? I mean, come on, it's hardly subtle who they're talking about."

"Subtle or not, it doesn't prove their involvement in anything. Other than shit-talking police."

"Jeff, give us a break here", he sighed, hoisting himself up in his chair. "We pay this guy a visit, ask him some questions, and all of sudden he's arranging an emergency clan meeting? If he didn't have anything to hide, he wouldn't be worried."

"Who says he's worried?" Fowler replied, "'CLHQ' could stand for anything. Hell, what about that new coffee house that's opened up on Renaissance Drive?"

"Coffee Lovers - Harbour Quarter", Nines monotoned.

Fowler snapped his fingers, smugness exuding from the gesture. "That's the one. Last I checked, it wasn't illegal to meet up with friends for coffee. Unless that's something you take personal issue with?"

Gavin felt his temperature rise, heat burning to the tips of his ears. "Are we seriously going to give these bastards a hall pass for all the dangerous and illegal things they've been saying? I thought inciting violence against androids was a criminal offence."

"Well shit", Fowler brought his hands together in a silent parody of applause. "Look who's finally decided to read up on the current legislation."

"Do you even care about all the sick shit these people are saying? All the twisted shit they might try to do?"

"Since when do you, Reed?"

Gavin stalled, his mouth dry. Well fuck.

It was a dirty move on Fowler's part. After all, it had been him who insisted Gavin undertake the obligatory 'tolerance bootcamp'. The detective didn't know when his position had changed and had no desire to grapple with the broader implications of this.Throughout his crisis, Nines was staring at him with sharp, inquisitive eyes. Demanding the truth.

"It doesn't matter how I feel", Gavin blurted out hurriedly. "The law is the law, and that's all there is to it."

The android leaned forward expectantly, as if waiting for an elaboration on this before slumping back into its chair with a dour look. Gavin wondered if it was disappointed in him - if it was even capable of that - before firmly shaking his head, expelling any doubts over his decision.

You don't care about these damn machines. You never have and never will.

Fowler closed his eyes, nostrils flaring in vexation. He clearly didn't appreciate Gavin using his noncommittal stance against him. "We'll look into the activity you've presented. At the very least, we can have the forum shut down. Slap Scott a fine for hate speech -"

How considerate.

" - but you can't let yourself get distracted." He reopened his eyes, straightening up the papers that were littering his desk and sliding the pile back to the partners. "The longer you waste time, the more androids die. You have one more week to gather up some real leads and evidence. Don't let me down"

Before Gavin had a chance to respond, Nines stood to its feet, hands folded behind its back. "Thank you for your consideration, Captain. I can assure you we will not disappoint."

With a diplomatic nod, the android made its way to the office door, patiently waiting for its partner to join. Gavin shot Fowler one final, simmering glare, snatching up the papers and reluctantly dragging his feet to the exit. With the door closed, and once they were clear of Fowler's earshot, he allowed himself to vent.

"Why does that old fucker have to be so stubborn?", he mumbled bitingly, rifling through his pockets. "The pieces are there, if he'd just give us a chance to put them together."

"While frustrating, I can at least somewhat understand his position", Nines replied, "The Homicide Department has been facing significant scrutiny relating to these crimes. Consensus is that the police are treating the victims as low priority, given they are androids."

"Bullshit" Gavin continued his search, his efforts rewarding him with a crumpled packet of cigarettes. "The bastard killing these bots is tricky. They've got no idea how little we've been given to work with."

Nines narrowed its eyes, LED spinning yellow in thought. "The lack of forensics is troubling. However, It is obvious our killer wants us to follow the trail he is laying out. This is more than just killing. It is a game."

"I'd hate to think what this guy was like as a kid. If this is his idea of a game."

Gavin placed a cigarette into his mouth as the two made their way outside. For the first time in days, there had been no rain, with whatever moisture remained on the ground hardening into ice. Hands shaking, he brought his lighter to his mouth and ignited the smoke. Taking a drag in an attempt to warm up, his teeth chattered involuntarily. Nines huffed in response, something it often seemed to do when it was amused.

"Don't know what you're laughin' at", Gavin grumbled, hot breath swirling into the air. "It's not my fault that I get cold and you don't."

"On the contrary, my biocomponents experience reduced functionality in extreme weather conditions. While I may not face the same physical discomfort, the cold has its impact."

"So stop being an asshole about it, then" Gavin blew smoke towards the sky, letting out a contented hum. "I don't know what works for you androids when you're freezing your balls off, but this works for humans."

"Biologically speaking, it does the opposite. Smoking constricts blood vessels, exacerbating the feelings of cold" Nines looked Gavin up and down, scrutinising his attire. "You would be better off purchasing gloves. Or a decent winter coat."

"I really wish they'd built you with a fucking mute button."

"Perhaps we should stick to discussing the investigation", Nines suggested with another small huff. "I have a theory I wish to share, pertaining to the CLHQ -

Assuming the code is an anagram, I have considered the probability of all local landmarks and businesses. The prevailing solution is that the letters refer to 'CyberLife Headquarters."

Gavin pursed his lips, shrugging. "I mean, that makes sense. All the victims are androids, could be some kind of statement."

"That is not the only reason for my deduction", Nines informed, its eyes losing focus as its LED transitioned to yellow "Having studied Mr Scott's online behaviour, I thought it only perfunctory to conduct a background check."

"I'm guessing you found something?"

"Indeed. It would seem our friend has a long history with the company, dating back to early 2028. He found success as an android components trader - issuing supplies to the local warehouses" Nines gaze returned to normal, as its LED turned back to blue "The revolution called for the dissolving of his business, with no new models planned for production."

"So he would have gone bust around the same time CyberLife did."

Nines nodded. "It wouldn't be a leap to assume that this resulted in a hefty amount of resentment. Not only for Mr Scott, but for his contacts who were also made redundant. Perhaps they have been back in touch."

The detective took a few final drags from his cigarette before stubbing it out on the rail of the steps. "So what are you thinking? Our killer worked for CyberLife?"

"A knowledge of robotics and android manufacture would explain much of the killer's skillset. In all the cases we have investigated thus far, they seemed to possess an understanding of how best to neutralise their victims. Exploiting the MJ100's hearing fault and winning the trust of the Traci, convincing them that they were a client."

"I wouldn't say those things require a degree in Advanced Cyber Engineering," Gavin retorted. "What's to say the same thing couldn't be done by a schmoe like Scott?"

"The hearing fault of the MJ100 was only known to affect the models in its specific batch number. This was not widely reported. In addition, while a male Traci is not invulnerable, they are built for strength and durability. To take one down single-handedly is an impressive feat."

"...So why didn't you tell Fowler any of this?" Gavin questioned, "For fuck's sake, Nines, it might have helped when we were trying to make our case."

"I outlined my findings very clearly in my report. Perhaps you should read it at some point."

Gavin groaned, tucking his hands into his pockets as a strong gust of wind caught him off-guard. "So what gives? Why doesn't Fowler want us looking into Scott?"

"The Captain has made it clear that he is unwilling to accept any doubt relating to this case. While the details surrounding Mr Scott are suspicious, his connections to CyberLife mean nothing unless we can prove that our culprit also shares these connections."

"Yeah, but with our primary witness now off limits, how are we supposed to track down a suspect?" Gavin began trailing down the fire exit steps, careful not to slip on the ice. Nines followed behind, maintaining a close distance between them. "CyberLife Detroit must have had hundreds of engineers. Where do we start looking?"

"Our search needn't extend beyond those terminated within the last few months. Using what we already know about our killer, we can further narrow our list to those who fit the profile."

"How do we get the list in the first place?"

"Simple. We go to the Headquarters directly."

Gavin stalled in his tracks, causing Nines to halt behind him. His foot hovered between the final step and the pavement as he looked back at his partner incredulously. "I don't know if you've noticed, but CyberLife is in deep shit right now. Up to its neck in damage control. They aren't going to make it worse for themselves by implicating any former workers."

The android nodded at its partner before its lips curved into a cryptic smirk. "What if we weren't seeking to procure the names for legal purposes?"

Gavin paused, allowing his mind a second to catch up. His incredulous expression only grew as he realised what Nines was implying. "Are you saying we go undercover?"

"If you are up to the challenge, then yes."

"Fowler would never - "Gavin stopped himself, shooing Nines away from the steps and into the station's parking lot, ensuring no one could hear them. "I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but we could get in a lot of trouble. You sure you want to do this?"

"I can assure you, we are unlikely to face any severe disciplinary action. Should our actions prove justifiable", There was something bright in the android's eyes as it said this. A faint sparkle that betrayed mischievous intent. "I trust you won't give the game away."

The change in dynamic was surreal. It seemed absurd to Gavin that an android so practically minded was willing to take such an intense gamble. "You know, when you first joined the force, I had you pegged for a little plastic suck up. But you aren't like that at all, are you? You're a devious little shit."

Nines let out a noise that Gavin could only define as a laugh. Not a huff or exhale, but pure joy and amusement at its partner's teasing assertion, "I believe you said it yourself, Detective. I am full of surprises."

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ao3feed-gav900 · 1 year

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Fragments of Desolation

https://ift.tt/ofSEC2n by Negative_Citadel CyberLife had won, but it didn't make the Detroit police look any less bad when Shaun Mars was pronounced dead. Gavin Reed is assigned the task of finding the Origami killer and worse yet, he's assigned a plastic detective to help him figure it out. Meanwhile, Kara and Luther try to navigate a city hostile to remaining deviants while keeping Alice safe from harm. Words: 2136, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Heavy Rain (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Kara (Detroit: Become Human), Luther (Detroit: Become Human), Alice Williams (Detroit: Become Human), Norman Jayden, Scott Shelby Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Kara/Luther (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Eventual Smut, Ken Doll Android Anatomy | Androids Have No Genitalia (Detroit: Become Human), Child Abuse, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Drug Use

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Scott and his girlfriend get caught reaching third base in the locker room.

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (male recieving), swearing, public sex

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Baby, you’re gonna have to be real quick if we’re gonna do this,” Scott said, hesitantly leading you into the boy’s locker room after making sure everyone had left.

“And you’re gonna have to be quiet,” You chuckled as he pressed you against the door to the room, smirking as his hot breath fanned across your face. His practice uniform was balled up in your fists as you pulled him closer to you, the thrill of his team so nearby excited you.

“I don’t think I’m the one that usually has a prob-” his voice was cut short by his own moan, the angelic sound echoing around the empty room. You were pressing kisses against his jaw, trailing your tongue over the edge before moving to his neck. The feeling was causing his adams apple to bop incessantly.

“Y/N/N, please,” he whined as his hands moved to grasp your hips, his fingertips digging into the covered flesh slightly. You shushed him before pecking his lips and dragging him to a locker, pressing his back against it as you knelt in front of him. A very visible tent had formed in his pants by now, begging to be released as more whines trickled out from him.

His belt was unbuckled and thrown onto the ground beside you, his actions becoming more and more impatient the longer you teased him. You popped open the two buttons, helping him push the fabric low enough but not too low incase someone were to barge in at any moment. The boxer briefs he was wearing now looked painfully tight as you palmed him through them, his face flushed and lust clouding his vision.

“Do. Something,” he grumbled as his fingers threaded themselves through your hair.

“What was that, Scotty,” your voice was laced with fake innocence as you slipped yours fingers into the waistband, tugging slightly to tease him. A wet spot had started to form in the front of his boxers from pre-cum, the look on his face seemed more pained than anything as he tried to restrain himself from yanking down his boxers and completing the job with your mouth himself.

“Fuck, if you don’t do something soon, I’m breaking up with you,” a strangled groan came from him as you slipped his boxer briefs down to meet his pants, balling up the front of his practice jersey to move it out of your way. A small kiss was pressed to his bright red tip before you took him in, going down about half way before pulling up. Loud moans were now coming from Scott, anyone in the school could probably hear him by now but it’s not like you were going to stop now.

“You like that, Scotty?” you asked as your hand began to pump him, collecting saliva from where your mouth had been and spreading it.

“Fuck, so much,” you looked up through hooded eyes to see his own screwed shut, his head thrown back against the top of the gym lockers. You continued to look up at him as you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing back and forth while your tongue swirled around when you reached the head. His cock began to hit the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to audibly gag as more groans came from Scott.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl,” his voice came out shaky as he ran his fingers through your hair to move it out of your face. His dick twitched slightly as you continued to deep throat him before a loud bang echoed through the room, signalling someone else had entered the locker room.

“Scott, the coa-” Zach’s voice rang out as you pulled off of Scott, his cum running down your throat as you swallowed everything he had let out. You helped Scott pull his pants and boxers up, covering himself from his teammate as his already flushed face turned an even brighter red.

“Well, now I know why you’re missing, should I just tell Coach you left and I couldn’t find you,” Zach said as his hand flew to cover his eyes from the unholy act he’d just witnessed.

“Y-yeah, yeah, whatever works for you,” Scott’s voice came out as more of a squeak as he answered, moving to stand in front of you as you just laughed at the ordeal. A short glare was sent your way as Zach exited to locker room, Scott’s hand reaching for yours as he led you out shortly after.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked him as he rushed you to his car, fumbling with the keys.

“It’s your turn now,” he grumbled, slamming his car door shut as he placed a hand on your thigh and started the car.

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