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covetyou · 7 months

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stupid cupid

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected P in V, a few ass slaps, sex toys (butt plug and a dp dildo), anal play, anal sex (with a dildo), double penetration, creampie, vague fluff and emerging feelings (gross), the wings stay ON. word count: 5.2k summary: Joel makes a return to your home, this time with another gift to give. Will you be his Valentine?

A/N: he's here. he's back. baubles joel, big bawl joel, the holiday king himself. and yes, yet again something that probably shouldn't be a series is becoming a loose-fit series because I just can't quit.

I guess you can all be my Valentine's if you'd like and we can smooch and hold hands and stuff, idk (I love you 💛) gorgeous V day divider by @saradika-graphics

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You didn't expect to scream the moment you entered your bedroom after a long day at work.

Of course, you had wanted to scream all day. First, when you spent the morning fighting with a piece of software that just did not want to work. Then, when you watched your colleagues trickle out of the building well before 5pm, all on their way to romantic dates, while you were stuck in your seat making up for your - and their - lost time this morning. And when you finally stumbled from the building at 8pm, only to sit in traffic for another fucking hour? You may just have let a furious squeal escape your throat as you gripped the steering wheel.

As you finally pulled into your driveway, the only things on your mind were a hot shower and takeout food.

The first part had gone without a hitch. Mostly.

Stripping off your work clothes before you'd even got to the bathroom, you hadn't noticed a single thing different about your home. As you tossed your clothes into the hamper, nothing was amiss. Stepping under the hot stream of water, you felt totally at peace for the first time that day. There was a kind of serenity to be found in your own bathroom that didn't exist anywhere else. No, nothing was unusual at all.

And then you'd loosely wrapped a towel around you, not bothering to dry yourself, and crossed the short distance across the hall to your bedroom. You weren't to know you never closed the door this morning when you left - that was 14 hours ago, afterall. Sunset had long since been and gone, so how were you to see anything, or anyone, where it shouldn't be until you sleepily flicked the light on after closing the door behind you.

So, naturally, when your brain finally registered DANGER - INTRUDER you screamed, almost dropping your towel in the process.

And that's where you still are, locked to the spot, fight or flight truly fucking off from your mind entirely, as you stare straight ahead.

There's a man on your bed. A very familiar man. His hulking figure splayed across it like some kind of fucking renaissance painting, naked as the day he was born, except for the fairy wings strapped to his back with elastic and... is that a bow and arrow? And a pacifier?

"Santa Joel?"

Joel rolls his eyes, pulling the pacifier from his mouth with a pop.

"I ain't Santa. Does this look like Santa to you?" he says, with a sweeping broad gesture down his body. He decidedly does not look like Santa. You're not sure what he looks like, and you're not sure you care when you can't help but notice he's at half mast already. Dragging your eyes from his crotch, you look at his face, somehow sweet and angelic even with his dick out.

"Okay, well... what are you?"

Looking at you in disbelief, he slaps the pacifier down onto the bed before swinging his legs over the edge to sit upright. Only, now you're not so sure it's a pacifier. It looks like a - but why was he sucking on it?

"Ain't it Valentine's Day? I'm Cupid, stupid."

"Cupid Joel?"

"Cupid Joel. It really that difficult to work out?" With a lopsided grin he picks up the bow, miming shooting you, before resting his elbows on his knees. The soft trickle of water down your body feels more and more like you're melting by the second. A practical stranger like Joel shouldn't have been able to do this to you the first time, but the fact he was here again, charming and suave, despite the nudity and criminal activity, told you all you needed to know. You were painfully and woefully attracted to him and you would do just about anything to have a night with him again.

"Well, Cupid Joel, you broke into my house. Again."

He ignores you, lounging back on your bed and spreading his knees wide, picking up the - yep, that's definitely a butt plug - again and sucking it into his mouth. Removing it with a flourish, he looks you up and down, a question in his eyes before looking to his own cock, now much harder than it was a moment ago.

"Different guy, you said that was Santa Joel." You can see him holding back a laugh, and you'd be tempted to wipe the smirk from his face if you weren't rooted to the spot. "Anyway, that guy told me he didn't see any pictures when he was here, guessed you didn't have a Valentine. Figure everyone deserves some lovin' on the big day," he says with a shrug and a quirk of his mouth. "So, here I am. Your very own Cupid, if you'll have me, 'course. Don't gotta stay, I can leave if you want me to."

You didn't want him to leave. He'd broken into your house again, and you were exhausted, but seeing him lie there, naked in your bed with the evidence of his little dress up game strewn around him, stirred things in you. If he was willing to give you some lovin' then who were you to turn that down. You're only human, after all, and it is Valentine's Day.

So, you do the only logical thing in that moment and drop your towel without another thought.

"'Atta girl," Joel chuckles patting the bed beside him. "C'mere, got you a present."

Incredible, if slightly strange, sex with a stranger, and he bought you a present? Suddenly the day isn't feeling quite as shit as it was an hour ago, and damp and naked, you approach your bed. You're close enough to him now that you can smell him again, that soft oaky smell throwing you back to the twinkling lights of Christmas Eve. You didn't know any more about him now than you did that night, really. Though, truth be told, you hadn't tried too hard to find him. You had a good time, and the soft lit fantasy of Santa Joel was something you enjoyed exactly as it was. Unveil the man, and you threatened to ruin that fantasy. But a night with Cupid Joel? That could be a new fantasy altogether.

"S'not Christmas any more, don't remember ever having to sit on Cupid's knee to get a Valentine," you murmur, sitting back on your heels as Joel's large hand slides up your thigh. You watch as it moves from your knee to your hip and back again, fingers gently teasing your sensitive inner thigh on the way down. The only hands that had touched you since Christmas were your own, though you had spent night after night imagining his all over you. You were starting to think you'd fallen asleep at the wheel and this was all some wonderful stress dream.

But then he presses a soft kiss to your knee, the scratch of his facial hair rubbing just enough to let you know this is all very, very real and you'd very much like more of it.

"Ain't gonna make you sit on my knee for it. Might want you to sit on somethin' else though."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Real smooth, Cupid."

And then he's smiling up at you as he leans forward to kiss your thigh, then your belly, pushing you back with one large hand until you're laying beneath him, spread bare and open as he makes his way back down to your thighs.

It's so easy to get lost in it. The soft scratch of the scruff on his chin, rough fingertips moving gently across your thighs, soft lips pressing and sucking delicately on you, catching the last specks of water from your skin with each pass of his mouth. Your eyes drift closed just as his breath ghosts across your mound, another soft kiss soon following, and another, and another.

Until, blissfully, his soft mouth connects with your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe across the sensitive bud. It had been so long since anyone had gone down on you, long before you made the move to Texas last year, you'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Stuttering for a while, you're about to feebly mumble how good it feels, but all thoughts grind to a halt when he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning before softly releasing. You had never had a man moan eating your cunt before, and now here you were, fairly certain angels were real and you'd gone to heaven, taken there by Cupid Joel and his wings.

"You always this late home, or did you have a date that went to shit?" he mumbles around your clit. It's a small sneaky way that he asks, wanting clarification on something he was almost certain of but you had yet to confirm. There were no pictures in your house, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone in the picture.

Shaking your head, you gasp out a response. "Work - work went to shit. Ohh."

"Bad day?"

"Yeah, it - fuck, Joel."

It's then that you take your first opportunity to look down and see him between your legs. His hair looks even fluffier, his hands pushing your thighs open while his fingers pull you apart at the seams. His eyes closed, lashes fanned against his cheek, tongue softly lapping against your center, gusts of his hot breath billowing against your mound. He's beautiful.

And he's still in the fucking fairy wings.

A laugh primes itself, ready to explode out of you, but another firm lick sends you reeling, head hitting the mattress with a thud. Whatever he's doing to you, whatever this fucking day has done to you, you're going to come, and fast.

"Cu-Cupid Joel. Don't fucking stop."

Joel stops mid-lick, earning a frustrated moan from you, eyes widening from where he looks up between your thighs. "Already?" he asks in disbelief, noticing how quickly your legs and cunt have started to twitch.

"Stupid fucking cupid, don't stop, please."

His mouth finds your clit again and he's devouring you, lapping quickly against your cunt as your squirm into him, hips rocking your cunt against his tongue. Another day you'll wonder if it was his tongue or your movement that got you there, but right now all you know is the thick syrupy feeling in your veins as an orgasm quickly rockets through you, a strangled moan leaving your throat as you fist your sheets in your hands. You've muffled him, your thighs clamping around his head as he pushes further forward, tongue buried in your folds until you can't take it any more and you're desperately pulling away from him.

When you release your grip on his head, he gasps, cursing into the plushness of your thighs. Sitting up, he looks down at you, the bedroom light illuminating him from behind, making the wings glow on his back like your very own heavenly creature.

"Wanna see your present now?"

The fog in your head has barely cleared, your ears still fuzzy as you take in his words. Somehow a tongue on your pussy wasn't your Valentine's gift from Cupid?

"Wha - that wasn't it?"

"Nope."

"Is that it," you say, letting a thread of hope feed into your voice while you nod to where his cock hangs heavy between his legs.

"Not exactly, but you can have that too if you want it, darlin'."

You don't know what you expect, but Joel reaches over and picks the butt plug from where he'd discarded it on your bed earlier, and holds it out to you.

"Don't know if you're into it but," he holds the plug out to you, base first. The pink glass looks so delicate in his fingers, and it takes a twist of his hand for you to see it, but the heart shaped base of the plug soon becomes clear to you, brain foggy as it is, and you laugh, the sound bubbling out of your lips as your head tips back, laughing so hard you can feel your tits shake.

"You had that in your mouth."

Joel shrugs. "Better now than after it's been in your ass."

"Why're you so sure it's goin' into my ass?"

Got him, flashes through your mind when you watch his face drop. You don't let him suffer for long.

"I'm fucking with you. You're tellin' me you broke into my house but didn't go through my shit? I got three in the drawer over there."

"Three?!" he says in faux shock, rolling you over onto your front and grabbing at your ass cheeks. He pulls them apart, the cool glass in his hand pushing into your cheek as he tugs you open.

You shriek, swatting behind you as you laugh again. "Joel- what the fuck are you doing!?"

"Checkin' where you keep these three assholes."

"I'm lookin' at one asshole right now."

Now it's his turn to laugh, a deep rich sound that has your toes curling and your pulse sky rocketing, pulling you out of it with a gasp when he slaps a hand down on your ass only to watch it ripple with the impact.

"So, do you want it in?"

"Mhm, I have lube in the bedside table."

A rummage later, you wait, kicking your feet in the air, resting your chin in the cup of your palm. When he turns again, he sees you waving your ass from side to side, ready for him. Slick is coating your pussy, your upper thighs glossy with it too.

"That a present all for me?"

Pulling your cheeks apart again, he kisses each one, lightly nipping on the soft flesh as he does. And then, without much warning, he burries his tongue between your spread legs, licking a thick stripe from your clit to your asshole, groaning with every lick over your tight ring. Fisting the sheets, you press your face into the mattress. If he's going to keep doing this before he even fucks you, you're going to come again and fall asleep before he can get inside you.

"I thought this was a present for me, you're acting mighty excited back there."

"It is. Never said I wouldn't get anythin' outta it though."

A cool trickle of lube drizzles into your crack, quickly spread by Joel's large finger. He teases for a moment, circling your tight hole a little before gently pushing in.

"Fuck."

Moaning in agreement, you almost speak to agree, but then his finger is gently fucking your asshole and all words fail you. Coming just a moment ago did nothing to stop the need you had for this man, the feeling in your core growing tenfold as each moment passed.

"Fuck, Joel, put it in my ass and fuck me already."

The strangled noise from behind you startles you, and you look back for a second to see Joel's eyes pinched together and his head thrown back as his hand grips tightly around the base of his cock, wings falling forward over his shoulders as he desperately tries to relax himself.

"You can't say shit like that to me, darlin'."

"Then stick it in me, stupid."

Fingers slick with lube, he strokes the plug, before sliding the cold tip across your hole.

"Wanted go slow. Wanna watch you take it."

With a soft push, he presses the tip forward, watching as your hole accepts the cold tip with ease. This was always something you loved, even playing with your plugs by yourself when the feeling took you. It had been too long since anyone else had played with your ass, and you can't say you were too mad about Joel being the first to touch you there in so long.

The stretch is soft, and soon the bulb of the head pushes past your tight ring, making Joel hiss behind you as he watches you take it. He fucks you with it once, then twice, before pushing firmly, letting your ass take the entire length of the plug. Twisting it, he sits the heart upright, before leaning forward to kiss it. It's not often you get a man's face buried in your ass so, figuring it's karmic justice for the species, you push back into him, holding back a laugh when a small oomph escapes his lips when your ass collides with his face.

"Gonna tell Santa Joel you did that. No nice list for you."

"Then if I'm already on the naughty list, fuck me already. You promised me lovin'."

Wiggling your ass, you arch your back to expose your pussy to him even more. He hasn't so much as put a finger in you yet, and part of you is glad for it. You want to feel his cock pull you apart as it fills you, pushing past the ridge of the plug lodged in your ass. You want to feel stretched and full and ruined.

Joel seems to be on the same page, shuffling forward, dick in hand, sliding the tip through your slick folds. Catching on your entrance, he runs the tip of his dick across the plug where it's nestled inside you before pushing down, slipping into your empty hole.

And fuck is it tight. If it feels this good for you, the half-filled and stretched wide feeling of his cock in one hole and the plug in the other, you wonder how it must feel on his dick. You're wet, dripping really, soaking his cock and letting him in with ease, but there's the solid lump of the plug dragging along the top side of his cock as he pushes in.

Deciding he's going too fucking slow, too tentative when all you want is to be filled, you push back. In one swift rock you take him to the root, gasping and hitting the bed with your fists as he bottoms out, his own fingers digging into you flesh harshly.

"Sh-fuck, fuck."

Stopping, you almost pull away, worried you might have hurt him, but his grip stops you. Before you can turn or question him, he's pulling back, slamming in hard again, groaning when you take him completely.

If Santa Joel destroyed you, Cupid Joel is going to wreck you entirely. And you welcome it.

He's fucking you steadily in no time, relishing in the sound of your moans getting higher and higher in pitch with each pound.

Your knees buckle first, planting you face first in your sheets. Joel tries to pull you up, but his own knees are slipping, dragged down by the grip of your cunt on his cock. Giving in, he crowds over you, pumping deep into you despite the tangle of limbs you've become in the last few seconds. Somewhere in the scuffle you've kicked the bow and arrow, listening as they clatter to the floor just as tangled as the two of you are.

He's warm, and sweaty, and heavy above you, holding just enough of his weight on his elbows to let you breathe. Making a few more shallow thrusts, he suddenly stills, nose breathing deep into your hair.

"Shit. Can't come yet. I got one more surprise for you," he pants into your ear, offering you a soft kiss to your shoulder before his weight shifts.

You want to grab him and hold him to you, beg him to come in you already, but he has other ideas and he's pulling out before you can grab him. "Ugh."

"Gimme a sec," he grunts from behind you. "Can't - hmfph - get it over - god damn it - my balls. There. Got it. Snug but, damn, look at that."

Looking behind you, you watch as he sways from side to side, looking down where his cock bobs between his legs. He's mesmerized, and soon so are you.

He's strapped another cock just below his own, the tapered black dildo just shorter than he is. It sits flush to his full balls, anchored to them by a thick ring, another wrapped around his length. Even with the sounds of his struggle, you're amazed he got it on so quickly.

"Don't have to take both but," and he shrugs - fucking shrugs all coy and uncertain as if he hasn't reached into the depths of your brain and pulled out your most desperate fantasy of taking two cocks at once.

"Didn't wanna spook you, but given you like gettin' your asshole played with," he says with a press to the plug still sat in your ass. "Worth finding out if you're into ass fuckin' too."

You were. Fuck yes, you were. You had your own collection of toys and plugs for a reason, but it had been a criminally long time since anyone had really fucked you there. Other than Joel, it had been a criminally long time since anyone had fucked you anywhere.

"If I say yes, what else are you gonna pull out from back there? You got a bag of tricks around here somewhere."

Joel gives you a toothy grin, stroking his hand over his slicked cock before sliding two fingers straight into you. "Tool bag is downstairs, but ain't got anythin' in there I'd like to put in here darlin', don't worry."

Fingers slipping slick and wet inside you, pressing firmly upward with help of the plug still lodged in your ass, you're rendered speechless again. Reaching out for him you hold his hand in place, fucking yourself on his fingers for a moment before reaching further toward him.

Joel gasps when your hand gently cups around his balls, the thick rings of the toy strapped around them making them seem even fuller with the press of the dildo into them. You roll reach one beneath your fingers, catching the dark look in his eyes.

"You like 'em, huh? Know you liked havin' 'em in here."

"Fuck. Thought about it so much since. Dreamed of you coming back to fuck me with them again."

"Tsk, ain't disappointing you, am I?"

"Joel, you have two cocks and you're threatening me with a good time. You couldn't disappoint me right now even if you tried. And you broke into my house. Again. Now, if you don't fuck my ass with either of the cocks you have there soon I'm going to do it myself," you say, fingers stilling on his balls, before you think again and add, "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart. C'mon now, lemme take this out. Can put it back in this needy hole after. That's it."

It's surreal, looking up at him as he gently tugs the plug out of your ass, offering you sweet murmurs of encouragement. You know nothing about him, save for his first name and penchant for dress up games. And yet, the desire you have for him is steadily creeping upward as time ticks on. Truthfully, you didn't even really remember what he looked like when you thought about him, fingers toying with your clit as you came to memories of Christmas eve. Low light and mind melting orgasms will do that to you. All you knew was his voice and the soft filthy way he fucked you. Now, getting a proper look at him without the shield of twinkling lights and that red jacket, you can truly appreciate him. He's fit, though you suspect he's never stepped foot in a gym a day in his life. He's soft too, in the way that strong sturdy things are soft. You want nothing more than to pull him into you, to press his softness against your own as he ruts into your holes, but that's decidedly not what this is. Whatever this is, between the mild crime and fucking, it isn't that sort of soft sweet thing.

You don't know how he's going to do it, which cock is going to take which hole, but you decide you don't care when he's leaning over you to press a soft kiss to your lips. When your legs wrap around him of their own accord it's all but decided, and he takes his cock in hand - his real one - and lines up with your dripping slit, pushing in slightly before fumbling below for the other. It takes a moment - the lubed up dildo slipping from his grasp as he huffs and tries, but fails, to slot it against you. Briefly tangling your fingers with his, you take over, positioning the toy at your ass, feeling it slip in a little already as he grinds his hips forward, desperate to be balls deep in you again. With both cocks poised and ready you moan, quivering and clamping your eyes shut at merely the thought of being fucked in both holes at once.

With one more press forward, Joel slides in, the glide of lube easing the dildo into your ass as his cock reclaims its place inside your pussy.

And fuck, you have never been so full, and Joel has never fucked something so damn tight. The space his cock would normally make is taken up by the dildo, fighting for position inside of you as he rocks gently, sliding in and out of you with gradually deeper movements. The deeper he presses, the more desperate your moans become, and you catch the hesitation in his face before he can move.

"Don't you fuckin' dare stop."

This time he doesn't, wordlessly pushing into you and filling both your holes to the brim as sweat trickles down his face. You want to lick it off him, to sink your nails into his back, wings be damned, to lick the salt from his skin and bite down into the the firm flesh at his neck. But the only thing you can do before he's fucking you in earnest is grab hold, careful to avoid snapping the elastic of his wings against his shoulders as he pounds forward. There's no candlelight and rose petals here, just the raw sound of skin slapping against skin, grunts heaving into the air as you pull yourselves into each other.

"Tell me how it feels," you rasp into his ear, watching the flap of wings over his shoulder. "Tell me how it feels fucking me with both of your cocks."

"Oh, shit, it's good. So good, baby. Someone's definitely goin' on the naughty list next Christmas. You likin' this? You likin' being fucked in both holes?"

A frantic nod is all you can manage as he starts hitting a spot in you you didn't know existed, building pressure in your cunt like never before.

"I know. You're just so full, ain't you. Take two dicks so well. Pulling me in so good."

Hoisting your legs over Joel's hips, you grip around him, a loud moan bursting out of your chest as he fucks back down, deeper now at the new angle. This is it. This is how you die, you're sure of it.

"How close - How close are you. I think I'm gonna - fuck - die -AH!"

He stops grunting for a moment to force out a breathless "Am I hurtin'?"

It only takes one look at you for Joel to realize he's not hurting you at all. There you are, fucked all the way to oblivion and back, a chorus of angels screaming in your ears with each snap of his hips. You're going to come again, clit untouched and holes filled, a way you've never managed to before. You don't even know how it's happening, all you know is that suddenly your soul feels like it's being pulled straight from your bones, through the middle of you and out through your cunt and asshole at the hands of Cupid Joel himself. And then you're gushing, mind and pussy totally detached as you come, soaking his cock and your sheets.

"Yeah that's it," he grunts, his weight surrounding you once more as he pushes into your spasming holes over and over, chasing his own release. If it wasn't for the damn tight rings around his cock and balls he would've come already, but your moans in his ear and your fingers gripping his shoulders spur him forward.

"Joel."

"Gonna come. Gonna fuckin' - uh - come in your tight fuckin' pussy."

"Yes, yes, come in me, please, I can't, I'm gonna -"

Joel stiffens, hips stuttering as he gives you a few hard, shallow thrusts, before he explodes inside you, groaning so loud it makes your ears ring and cunt make one last attempt to clench around him. As much as you soaked him, he's just filled your cunt, cum pushing deep inside you with each spurt, locked in place by the fullness of the two cocks inside you. You collapse back, your ears still ringing and your limbs feeling soft and heavy.

This time you're certain black out for a moment.

But when you peel open your eyes, Cupid Joel is above you again, halo'd by the bright yellow light on your bedroom ceiling. His hair is damp, wet even, from sweat, a bead trickling down his neck and glittering in the light. And in his eyes there's concern, a worried pinch in his brow as he searches your face.

"You passed out -"

"- You're still here."

He rolls his eyes. "Way to make a guy feel special, sweetheart," he says with a cocky smile. "Just checkin' on you, but I can get goin' as long as you're okay."

You nod, the movement feeling as slurred as your speech. "You left. Last time. Saw you walkin'. Jus' wonderin'."

"Wait... you saw that? Shit, I thought you were asleep."

"No, wasn't 'sleep."

"You gonna sleep now?"

"No," you murmur with a nod, closing your eyes as you feel the last sweep of his hand down your neck, pulling a sheet over your limp form, just for you to mumble one last thing before the soft darkness takes you. "Balls... next time... please."

"You got it, darlin'."

It's an arduous journey to the bathroom when you wake up in the dead of night, remnants of cum trickling down your legs and thighs sticking together. Quickly cleaning yourself up, you check the house for signs of him, already knowing that he's long gone. You wonder how he left this time, whether he kept the wings on, whether he still had a second cock strapped to his own as he escaped into the darkness. For all you know, your cupid could have flown away on glittered fairy wings.

And then you're crawling back into bed, takeout long forgotten, any hunger you had satisfied in a different way than you expected. Somehow there's comfort in the wet patch you curl yourself around. Cupid Joel is gone from your house, but there are still traces of him here. The cum on the sheets, the ache between your legs and, as you reach to turn the light off and let darkness take you, the butt plug on your bedside table. Between the Christmas decorations stashed in a box in your closet and this plug, you were slowly amassing pieces of a man you didn't really know - gifts from a stranger that made you feel more at home in this place you'd moved to than anything else had managed to in ten months.

Tracing the outline of the heart with your finger, you stretch and snuggle back down into bed, letting exhaustion take hold and when you dream, you dream of flying.

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rileyslibrary · 2 years

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Living With Ghosts: 4. Pretty Broken

His body stands straight, but his mind betrays him. He still wears his gun around his left shoulder. It looks too heavy for him now, just like his conscience.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,150

Notes:

Warnings: Mentions of blood and war

As much as I like Ghost’s demeanor throughout the game, I cannot help but wonder what he would be like suffering the aftereffects of war.

Entire work on AO3

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It’s been days since you last talked to him.

His inattentiveness, however, was not the outcome of your petty little brawl—not the direct consequence, at least. If you had to venture a guess, it’s because he was busy with other matters at the moment—far more important ones.

The Russian Mafia appears to have increased its presence in the region over the past week, raising suspicions of a potential terrorist attack. As a result, the CIA has requested high readiness from the Special Forces operators deployed in the area.

That’s where he is, you fool. It doesn’t matter how abandoned, lonely, or insecure you feel, for he had a job to do. He was right there, at the front line, risking his life for the nation’s—and probably the world’s—safety. You were the last thing on his mind right now; if you ever were anything to him but a mild inconvenience.

Let’s not forget that you also had a part to play in this operation; to actively scan land, air, and sea for irregular traffic and report to the CIA.

Well, not actively, per se—the safe house has a well-equipped wine cellar for that specific purpose.

“Surveillance Control Center,” they call it—SCC for short.

What was once used to store ruby-red Chianti Classico Riserva bottles can now be confused with the cockpit of a spaceship. The CIA engineers have outdone themselves with this one—you give them that.

The SCC is part of a computer network connecting every CIA safe house in the Mediterranean. It incorporates CCTV monitors, cameras, radars, and motion sensors designed to detect unusual movements in the region. Live-streaming feeds are processed using highly sophisticated software, which, upon catching unusual traffic, alerts the SCC’s terminal. The wine cellar also houses an arsenal of weapons and ammunition, just in case the shit hits the fan.

Your job, for now, is to oversee the SCC’s flawless operation and inform Laswell of any findings.

Boring; that’s what your job was. Boring.

“Christmas is coming,” Laswell’s voice sounded over the telephone, “You guys should do something to celebrate.”

“Do what, exactly, Kate? Go from house to house and sing carols on behalf of the CIA?” You reply, leaning forward as if you were trying to physically get your point across.

“If you’d stop being a sarcastic shit, then perhaps you could think a little better.” Her irritation rasped in her voice. “Do something together; think of it as a team-building event.”

He said he’d fix that attitude of yours; when was that team-building event going to take place?

She was right, though—as much as you’d hate to admit it. Christmas does bring people together.

You begin to reminisce about the good times back home when your family used to celebrate every year. You used to cook together, sing along to festive songs, watch Mr. Bean on television, and exchange gifts.

You remember your mother, who refrained from buying ornaments from the shops. She used to bake them instead—yes, bake them. She used to roll out the dough, give shape to it with cookie cutters and bake the ornaments so you would all decorate the Christmas tree with them. The entire house smelled divine with these four little ingredients she used in her recipe—cinnamon, salt, flour, and water.

Ingredients you already had in your pantry.

“Laswell, when’s my shift ending?” you asked in anticipation.

“It ended thirty-seven minutes ago. Tired of me?”

“I thought of something.” You announce, sitting on the edge of your seat.

“Wha-”

“I have to go. Over and out.” You report as you close the comms and head upstairs to the infamous pantry.

Cinnamon, salt, flour, and water.

You were determined to make it work, right here, in this safe house—with or without Ghost.

You hurried outside, scanning the area for the tree branches he trimmed a few weeks ago. If you tie them together, you could create something resembling a Christmas tree.

When was the last time he felt the Christmas spirit? Does he have a Christmas tree at his house? A family to sing together next to the fireplace? A warm, festive meal?

You moved frantically—part Christmas elf rolling out dough and baking ornaments, part Frankenstein trying to assemble a Christmas tree monstrosity.

Time flew by; hours passed like minutes as you worked hard, your creativity unleashed, putting forth your best effort to create something out of nothing.

To create festive decor out of raw ingredients.

To construct a tree out of stray branches.

To form a connection out of two peoples’ broken pieces.

“What’s that smell?”

You were so focused that you didn’t notice him standing behind you.

You turn around to see a wreck, the fragments of a man who has probably seen terrible things and done far worse.

“I—is everything all right?” You hesitate.

“Out of trouble, for now.” He replies.

His body stands straight, but his mind betrays him. He still wears his gun around his left shoulder. It looks too heavy for him now, just like his conscience.

“Yes, I know. I spoke with Laswell. I mean, are you all right?”

“Been better.”

His uniform is dusty, and his boots are covered in mud. There is a slight rip on his balaclava, teasing you with a subtle view of his jawline, like a Geisha exposing her nape.

“It’s over, for now.” you try to comfort him.

There’s blood on his left sleeve—a lot of blood. He just became aware of it as well.

“Not mine.” He announces and hides it behind his back. “What’s that smell?” He repeats, trying to avoid the conversation.

“Cinnamon.”

“Ya bakin’?” He seems shocked.

“Sort of; They’re ornaments for the Christmas tree,” you say, pointing in the direction of your most recent creation.

“A Christmas tree.” He stutters, glazed eyes darting left and right, assessing the new environment.

You want to tell him that there are no booby traps here, nothing dangerous to be careful of. You want to console him that there is no need to be alerted for an ambush here, for this is a safe space. No more killing, no more death, for now. Just you two, a hideous Christmas tree, and badly shaped cinnamon-baked ornaments.

“Do you like them?” You ask reluctantly, trying to divert his attention from this week’s horrors. “I couldn’t find any cookie cutters, so I shaped them with a knife instead. I tried to make them look pretty, but some came out broken.”

“Aren’t we all?” he mumbles as he walks towards the Christmas tree.

“Aren’t we all exactly what, lieutenant—pretty or broken?” you ask, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Pretty broken, kid,” he whispers as he picks up a shattered ornament. “Pretty damn broken.”

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Your Hair (Connor x Black! Reader)

Summary: Connor is still adjusting to being at the DPD and improving his relationships with you and Hank. He starts with you, trying to understand you more and grow closer to you. (Will be a bunch of one-shots in chapters I guess?)

Word Count: 1141

This has not been proofread, wrote this today before work so it will be edited later maybe. A little comfort oneshot for those who struggle with liking their hair, i def struggled ToT

Though he has his own desk now, Connor is still not generally familiar with his environment or his partners at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson, better known as Hank, shows much disdain towards Connor. Making it difficult to work on cases efficiently, much to Connor's dismay.

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However, all is not entirely formidable. His other partner, (Y/N), quiet as you can be, was pleasant and understanding. When you first met, he wasn't ignored, pushed to the side, or spoken to rudely. Instead, you greeted him as if he were another human being. However, meeting at the homicide crime scene of Carlos Ortiz was not what he would consider cordial.

Today was a slow day at the department. Hank hasn't shown up yet, Gavin is loud and obnoxious, and no one will even bat an eye in his direction. Connor sits at his desk, scanning over the same files repeatedly looking for anything to pique his interest.

"Good morning Connor," a sweet and soft voice greets, prompting Connor to raise his head in the direction of his quiet partner. His eyes shoot up to your head before responding. Your hair was gigantic and different from when he last saw her with braids.

"Good morning (Y/N), did you have a safe drive to the station?" He questions as he watches you set up at your desk. He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting to your hair as he spoke. You look at him with a soft smile as you sit down, "I did, less traffic than normal thank fuck." This makes Connor chuckle a bit, you're quiet, but you have quite a dirty mouth.

"That's good..." he says as he keeps staring intensely. You look up to see him staring intensely at your head, making you look up as if something was above you.

"Is something wrong Connor?" you question while sitting at your desk, facing him. Finally, his attention shifts to your face as he turns his head to the left slightly, "Your hair is drastically different from the last time I saw you. It's... very big". This makes you let out a loud and uncontrolled laugh (which gets the attention of other coworkers, prompting you to quiet down), not telling him about the unintentional innuendo he said.

"I took my braids out and decided to go with the 'fro," You say simply staring at him with a smile trying to calm yourself down. This further confuses him, it shouldn't look like that after taking them out, right? "Do you like it, Connor?" You ask while puffing it out as if putting on a show for him. He continues to stare, perplexed by the volume of your hair having increased considerably. While distracted, he doesn't notice you moving closer in your chair. "You seem lost in thought, you good?" You examine when your first question remained unanswered.

"I'm fine Detective, but I do have a question," he finally responds after some time. You nod and sit patiently, waiting for him to elaborate. "Your hair's volume and mass has increased drastically, how is that possible?" He sounds like a curious child when an adult is working on something unfamiliar to their knowledge.

"My hair is very interesting Connor. When wet, it shrinks and curls up, when blow-dried, it expands. My braids were getting old, so I decided to take them out, wash my hair, and go with the 'fro." You state, touching your hair as you explain. The circle on his temple goes yellow for a moment before transitioning back to blue, "I see, that is very interesting Detective. It's vastly different than my hair." You pause, lips forming a tight line, which does not go unnoticed. "Did I upset you, Detective?" He asks slightly worried and confused, did he say something wrong?

"No, you're fine Connor. Just thinking about how younger me would've loved to have hair like yours," You say, slightly cringing at the thought. Once again, he does his cute little head tilt, "Like mine? My hair is fake as I am a machine." You chuckle a bit before putting a hand on his shoulder, "I mean the texture hun". He's further confused by your answer, why would you want hair like his?

"But why? Your hair is beautiful and unique whereas the texture of my hair is simplistic." You smile at the compliment before you explain yourself, "Growing up, I went to a predominately white school, from kindergarten to high school. Everyone had straight hair, could jump in the pool and their hair wouldn't shrink or be hard to comb through. Even when I straightened my hair, it didn't look like the other girls. Although I was never bullied for my hair, that didn't stop the insecurities." You finish while looking at the ground.

A hand pulls your head up to look at its owner, Your hair is beautiful the way it is (Y/N)," He reaches a hand towards your hair, silently asking for permission to touch it. With an approving nod from your end, he feels through your hair slowly, letting out a noise of satisfaction. "Your hair is soft to the touch, and smells of coconuts. It's like a soft blanket that could keep you warm from any cold. Love your hair as it is (Y/N)". His response brings a blush to your cheeks (not like you can see it), a feeling of delight rushing through your chest.

You close your eyes with a hum as he continues to comb his fingers through your hair, "Thanks Connor, This feels really good." You say as you lean more into his hand. He stops his hand for a moment before continuing.

"I am glad you are enjoying the feeling Detective," he states without stopping. Before you can utter another word to Connor, a loud noise erupts from the desk across from his. Connor stops as you both look up to see Hank staring at you both intensely.

"What the fuck are you doing to her Connor?' Hank asks, confused but with a hint of amusement in his tone. Connor removes his hand quickly as you continue to sit, refusing to make eye contact with either individual, "Detective (L/N) and I were having a conversation". Connor states while staring at Hank with a neutral expression. In the corner of your eye, you can see Hank staring at you before he scoffs, "More like digging your mechanical hand in her hair," he stops for a moment, seeming to try not to laugh before continuing, "We got another place to check out, get your stuff and let's go," and with that, Hank is already heading outside to his car. You pack your stuff up and quickly head in Hank's direction, but not before smiling softly at Connor. Smiling in response, Connor felt his day had suddenly gotten better

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Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)

Chapter Two: Remarkably Slow Reactionary Timing

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Chapter Synopsis:

Reader and Nines have been working together for two weeks now, and honestly? So far so good.

This chapter highlights a particularly interesting joint morning commute, a heated break room argument, and plenty of teasing and mockery from everyone's favorite condescending android.

AKA: Reader and Nines get into their routine and then promptly get right out of it.

Chapter Content Warnings:

Brief mentions of blue blood

Brief mentions of violence

Brief mentions of acts of bigotry

Word Count: 3,689

"Oh c'mon, you seriously don't have a favorite song? Who doesn't have a favorite song?"

You asked incredulously, crossing your arms over your chest as you shifted to look at the android who was sitting in the drivers seat beside you, his eyes trained on the road as he carefully maneuvered your car through the heavy morning rush hour traffic that you had grown accustomed to since moving to the city.

Today marked two weeks since the start of your partnership with Nines, and so far things had actually been going pretty good.

Well, as good as they could be considering that your partner was a nearly emotionless deviant android created to annihilate his own kind.

But still, you had no complaints.

So far, you had both done a good job of getting into the groove of things, so to speak, and you'd actually worked out a routine that worked well for the two of you, something you and Gavin had never been able to agree on when you were partners.

Every morning, you woke up at 6:00am, got ready, and left your apartment around 6:45 in order to get to Nines' DPD owned "apartment" (which was actually an unused safe house that hadn't been renovated since the early eighties that they'd given him because of a proposed android housing law that Marcus was pushing for), by 7:00am. From there Nines (ever the control freak, as you'd learned early on) would insist on driving the two of you to work, which was actually back in the direction of your home and an extra fifteen minutes away on top of that, meaning the two of you would typically arrive at the station to start your work day around 7:30am.

You hadn't been a fan of the early start at first, but you'd soon found that the drive down to work as well as the drive back to his place after was one of the only times he would ever humor you conversationally. Nines wasn't a big talker on his best days, but at work? Almost any personal question was addressed with mild annoyance, a stern glare, or an eye roll if you were lucky enough to not just be outright ignored.

This way though, you had him trapped in the car with you for an hour each day, and the deal was that if he wanted to drive (which he claimed was far more efficient due to his built in GPS and quicker reaction times), he would have to let you interrogate him as much as you pleased.

And today you were feeling particularly curious.

Currently, you were about five minutes into your thirty minute trip, and you had decided to ask your partner what his favorite song was after having yours come up on the radio.

Thus leading to the current conversation at hand.

Nines glanced over at you with his usual neutral (yet somehow vaguely disappointed) expression, flicking on your car's turn signal before shifting to the next lane over in order to avoid the more congested traffic that was evident a few yards ahead.

"I believe the better question, Detective, is why on earth you would assume androids have favorite songs."

"You're a deviant."

You countered immediately, patting yourself on the back for your quick response as the man in front of you rolled his eyes, continuing to follow the slow and monotonous flow of traffic as he spoke up once more,

"That does not make me any less of an android. I have developed the ability to empathize, and feel some new physical sensations due to software updates post revolution, but besides that I'm not sure what my deviant status has to do with me suddenly having a favorite song."

You groaned at his boring answer and pulled your knees upward, placing your feet at the edge of your seat as you leaned the back of your head against the window, allowing you to very clearly see the android who was sitting beside you.

The morning sun streamed in through both the sunroof as well as the driver's side window to his left, bathing him in an almost holy light that accentuated the sharp angles of his jaw. His hands gripped the steering wheel exactly the way they taught in drivers education, and you couldn't help but notice the way his fingers splayed out and closed around it as he began to make a relatively sharp turn towards your location.

God, did they really have to make him so mind numbingly hot?

This hadn't been the first time you'd noticed how attractive your partner was, far from it in fact, but even still you were still struck time and time again with the truth of it. If he wasn't such a boring hardass, his looks may actually have been pretty distracting, but thankfully, he was probably the most annoyingly perfect man you had ever met, and as a result you found yourself entirely capable of ignoring his unfairly good looks.

Most of the time.

(At least that's what you told yourself).

"Something on your mind, Detective? I'm not usually so lucky as to have you be quiet for this long."

Nines spoke cooly, his expression smug as he glanced over in your direction briefly before returning his attention to the road.

Scoffing as if offended, you glared at your coworker, rolling your eyes at his rude commentary.

"That was a pretty funny joke for a guy who doesn't even have enough of a personality to know what his favorite song is."

You quipped back, smirking to yourself as Nines rolled his eyes, that shadow of a smirk the only thing that let you know he'd heard you at all.

The next few minutes of the drive were spent in relative silence, up until the car reached a complete stop at an intersection notorious for its long red light wait times, and Nines turned his head to face you for the first time since the start of your journey, the brief flickering of his LED letting you know that you were the sudden subject of an impromptu scan. He was prone to doing this at random opportunities, and when you'd asked about it he'd simply stated that it was to ensure you were "fully prepared for the work day ahead of you".

You'd just decided to let it go, coming to the almost instantaneous conclusion that he would probably still do it whether you gave him a hard time about it or not.

Suddenly his LED flashed a brief yellow, something you weren't accustomed to seeing during most of his scans, before he gave you a rather pointed look

"You did not consume breakfast this morning?"

He asked cooly, his expression markedly displeased as he awaited your response, grey eyes flickering back and forth between your face and the continuously still traffic in front of him.

"I didn't have time."

You said with a shrug, knowing full well that wouldn't be a good enough reason to satisfy your partner, but praying that he would let it go anyway.

He did not.

Nines sighed, his LED blinking once more before it went stagnant again, signalling the end of whatever he'd been doing.

His gaze returned to you.

"I have rerouted us to a relatively healthy and fast breakfast location. In the future, I must insist that you try harder to not inconvenience our work day."

You rolled your eyes at that, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched the Android in front of you turn his attention back towards the road, accelerating slowly as traffic starting to move once more.

"Inconvenience our work day? Don't you think that's a little dramatic? All I did was not eat breakfast, I do it all the time with no issues."

"No issues that you notice."

Nines quipped back immediately, as if he had already known exactly what you were going to say in advance.

"I, on the other hand, know that when humans don't eat breakfast it can greatly impact your days. For example, this will likely have an effect on your already remarkably slow reactionary timing."

You gawked at him in response to his words, hardly believing what you were hearing,

"Remarkably slow reactionary timing? Oh come on, Nines, now you're just being an ass."

You huffed, glaring at your partner as he shrugged his shoulders in response to your statement,

"If my words offend you, that is not my intention. I am simply making you aware of how you not eating breakfast can impact our work day. Your reactionary timing is already far slower than mine by default, decreased speed within this area could cost us a case in this line of work."

Groaning at his words, you moved to turn on the radio, glaring up at the android in question.

"Whatever you say, Nines. I'm not gonna waste my time arguing with you about this."

Nine's gave his usual half smirk at your words as he glanced down at your form in the passenger seat,

"That would be preferable."

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes for what probably would have been the one hundredth time within the past fifteen minutes alone as you turned up the music, watching as the city slowly passed outside of your vehicle.

Just a few minutes later, as Nines was waiting for yet another stop light to change to allow him access to your slight breakfast detour up ahead, you squinted at a sight that you struggled to make sense of. Nines seemed almost too focused on the road in front of him, and had, to your knowledge, neglected to notice, but what looked to be an android was running straight through the middle of traffic, desperately trying to make it from one side of the road to the other.

Confused, you leaned forward in your seat, watching as the man grew closer until you were absolutely certain that he was in fact an android.

And he was getting reeeaaalllly close to your car...

CLANG

With wide eyes you watched as the android in question was all but hit by a truck just a few vehicles away from your own on the multiple lane road, the light having turned green for nearly everyone who had been waiting on this side of the intersection.

In the distance, you could see another man who was also running in the same direction of the android, probably ten or so yards behind him, but over the clamor of traffic you could not for the life of you make out what he was shouting.

Even still, despite his previous run in with the truck, the android turned around to look at the man behind him, who was growing closer by the second, also trying to dodge the traffic around him as he went.

The android started moving again, and before you knew it...

SLAM

His hands hit your hood unceremoniously, and Nines' eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, his brows knitting in obvious confusion as the android on the other side of the glass leaned against your car, panting heavily.

You were just about to open your window and ask if everything was alright when the android was hit in the head with a large piece of concrete.

Shifting your gaze, you saw the same man from before who had been chasing the android was growing even closer, a new chunk of the road in hand as he glared at him.

Oh shit.

The android sprang to life once more, running even faster than he had been upon his initial approach until he made it to the other side of the road a few seconds later, which was where he allowed himself to turn around.

The man was still coming after him, and with every second the android stayed still, he only grew closer.

You watched as the man, who appeared to be human, rushed past your car in pursuit of the now bleeding android, who was leaving a trail of thirium behind him from the rather serious looking gash in the side of his head.

Something about the sight of that blue blood seeping into the concrete, falling in drops in the android's wake, made you burst into action, and before you even really knew what you were doing, you were jumping out of your car in pursuit of the duo.

You heard Nines call out to you, but his voice was lost in the clamor of the city as you rushed through traffic, narrowly missing being hit on more than one occasion before you finally made it to the other side.

The man was probably five yards in front of you now, still in pursuit of the injured android, who was now beginning to slow down after his previous burst of speed.

Bearing down, you ran faster, shouting, "DPD, stop right there!" as you did so to no avail. Neither the man nor the android in front of him reacted to your demands, and you cursed as the aggressor grew closer to the individual he was pursuing due to the injured android's decreased speed and suddenly stumbling legs.

You were roughly two yards away now, and if you didn't do something soon that man would get his hands on someone he had already made a victim out of once before.

You groaned, praying you weren't about to make a fool of yourself as you leapt forward, grabbing the man at the back of his legs and sending the two of you tumbling to the ground.

The android the man had been chasing all but collapsed just a few yards away, his chest heaving as he attempted to cool his likely overheated internal processors.

He was watching you with both fear and awe, and you shouted for him to stay where he was before you promptly began handcuffing the assailants hands behind his back, causing him to struggle and spit at you as you read him his rights, lines that you'd rehearsed about a hundred times by now.

You looked back over to the android once you were finished, still holding the man down as he cursed and threatened you aggressively, refusing to back down from his rage induced haze.

But this time, the android wasn't looking at you anymore.

He was looking behind you, even more in awe than before.

You turned your head, and there was Nines, approaching you with his eyes widened ever so slightly, clearly surprised at the sight he was taking in.

You smirked at him, panting heavily as he stopped to stand in front of you,

"Hows that for remarkably slow reactionary timing?"

Not even Nines could hide his slight grin at your words, and you watched him roll his eyes before he took over for you in holding down the aggressor, his LED blinking as he requested a patrol care at the scene to take the man into custody.

You and Nines on the other hand, were left with the task of getting the Android to make a report down at the station, and in the end, it was your partner who got him to agree to it, under the condition that he could talk to Nines and Nines alone. The android revolution had caused a pretty vast distrust between deviants and the authorities, so you tried not to take it personally and walked with Nines and the android, who you later learned was named Ben, back to your car, which Nines had parked perfectly right outside the entrance of the public park you had chased the two men into.

Weird, you hadn't even noticed the change in scenery before that moment.

An hour and a half later, you stood up from your desk and stretched with a sigh.

Nines had gone to help the android make his report just over an hour ago, and he had yet to return to his desk.

Partially out of boredom and partially to appease the android who you knew would be displeased to learn you still hadn't had breakfast upon his return, you slowly made your way to the break room, reading a case file on your tablet as you did so.

Unfortunately for you, this meant you weren't paying very close attention to the contents of the room in question, thus allowing you to walk right into the scrutinizing gaze of Detective Gavin Reed, who groaned loudly as you walked in, as if physically harmed by your presence.

To your surprise though, it wasn't you he was glaring at as he opened his mouth to speak,

"Does that thing have to follow you everywhere, rookie? It gives me the fucking creeps."

Confused, you turned on your heel to see Nines standing behind you, his head tilted ever so slightly as his gaze flickered between you and Gavin.

Sighing, you turned back to face your former partner and current desk neighbor, placing your tablet on a small table beside you before crossing your arms over your chest, your expression unimpressed,

"He doesn't have to do anything, Reed, God when will you just grow up and learn to keep your mouth shut for once?"

Gavin scoffed at your response, taking a step forward as if in challenge as he focused his glare on you instead of your companion,

"Oh wow, look who thinks she's hot shit now that she's got an android partner to back her up."

He all but growled out, his eyes burning into yours as he spoke.

You laughed harshly in response,

"Aww, is someone mad that he turned down the android that would have made his life easier? You regretting your shitty decisions now that you've been left out of yet another successful team? Well don't you worry, Gavin, I promise it wouldn't make a difference, not even Nines could make up for how fucking bad you are at your job."

You seethed angrily, your voice dangerously low and your hands clenched into fists at your sides.

Gavin moved as if to take another step forward in retaliation, when suddenly he froze, his expression briefly shifting to one of concern before he looked even angrier than he had before.

"Oh fuck off, Tin Can, stay the hell out of this."

He spat, and you could almost feel Nines' look of disdain without even turning to see his expression.

The android's voice came from just behind you only a few moments later, cool and calm, but with a certain edge to it that made you swallow thickly, suddenly reminded of just how intimidating he could be.

"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, Detective Reed. I have multiple matters to discuss with my partner and don't have time to allow you to finish your petty whining."

With that, you felt him turn to leave, and, getting the hint, immediately did so as well, leaving Gavin and the multiple innocent bystanders of your argument to stand in awkward silence.

A few minutes later, you were sitting back down at your desk, facing your partner as he scanned a few documents that had been left at his station prior to his arrival.

"Is he gonna be okay?"

You asked suddenly, causing Nines to look up at you before he lowered his gaze back downward,

"Who are you referring to, Detective?"

He asked, his tone direct but not cold as he spoke, and you could tell that he was listening by the way he kept glancing upward expectantly.

"The android from earlier. That rock left a pretty nasty gash in his head..."

You trailed off, watching as Nines shifted to meet your gaze once more, giving you his full attention this time as he briefed you on the case as it stood.

"Yes, Ben will be fine. Although, apparently the man who had been chasing him intended to shut him down. Our victim is lucky you jumped in when you did."

You laughed a bit at his choice of words,

"Yeah, literally."

Nines rolled his eyes as you grinned with pride at your own lame joke, but he continued nonetheless,

"Yes well, it was a pretty cut in dry case of android abuse in the end. Apparently, the man saw Ben out on a date with his daughter at a nearby restaurant and got angry, so he chased him down in an effort to quote 'teach him a lesson'."

You shuddered a bit at that, brows knitting together as you tried to make sense of Nines' explanation,

"Okay, but why was he so upset about his daughter going on a date, is she a minor?"

Nines shook his head, his gaze returning to the documents once more,

"No, but she is a human."

Even more confused, you probed the topic further,

"And?"

Nines looked up at you as if you had asked him the most ridiculous question he'd ever heard,

"And Ben is an android."

Seeing your persistent look of confusion continue, Nines sighed and placed the documents down once more, giving up once and for all on his goal of multitasking,

"Many humans are deeply unsettled at the idea of android-human relationships. Ben pursued the perpetrators daughter, and as a result he tried to shut him down."

Your eyes widened in both horror and understanding, and you sighed heavily as you leaned back in your seat, running a hand through your hair exasperatedly,

"God, all of this android human rights shit is insane. Why can't everyone just get over it already and let us all be equals?"

Nines watched you, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he spoke,

"That is a very good question, Detective. Unfortunately, I seem to struggle to comprehend even the simplest of your kind."

You glared in response to his insinuation, watching as your partner chuckled in his seat, amused at his own joke.

You smiled a bit as well, despite your efforts to bite it back, as you watched Nines attempt to refocus on the documents in front of him once more.

Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

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Rockman.EXE and Cyber Security.

When you are a Rockman/Megaman Battle Network fan and you take a college course about networking, you start to notice how broken the internet is in the anime. So just for fun, I want to talk about a few things I learn about network security and how it is interpreted in the Megaman Battle Network anime.

1. Firewalls

What are firewalls? In simple terms, it is a security barrier that is placed between a private network and the public network.

They are configured to monitor and filter networking traffic, hackers go through them by figuring out how they are programed, once they do they can either bypass the security undetected or simply disable the firewall.

Lets take a scene from the movie where Lan sends Megaman into a secretary’s console to destroy a program inside a company’s server.

Megaman is running through the network between the console and the firewall, which protects the private network of the company.

Logically, for Megaman to go through the firewall, he is going to need to use his powers as a Net Navigator (Net Navi) to analyze the firewall at an incredible speed to try to find a way to go through it, right?

WRONG! Battle Network logic says you can just break it with brute force!

You see the problem?

Does this mean Navis and battle chips are just as destructive to the net as viruses? Because last time I checked, Viruses and malware are the only programs with the ability to destroy networks.

2. Viruses

Viruses are man made, they are programed with a purpose that’s usually to destroy data files. They can also be used to change and manipulate programs, that’s why you can see evil Navis controlling viruses to do specific jobs for them. Viruses can’t replicate on their own without a user interface, so how is this Moloko a baby?!

There was an undubbed episode of Megaman Axess where Rush meets and befriends a baby Moloko virus, which doesn’t make any sense. Yes, Rush is a virus, and it has been established that viruses can communicate with each other, but why does this Moloko have parents? And why was the group of Molokos it separated from was being herded by other viruses like Trumpy? All I’ve seen Molokos do is charge at megaman when they see him, trying to ram him. Why would someone herd them? For the wool? It disappears after you hit it!

And what even is Rush’s purpose anyway? When he first appeared in the anime, he was made to track down Rockman’s frame or structure when they were trying to revive him with the backup data, but now?

All he does is being a crappy character who runs away when things get dangerous, doesn’t act like a dog anymore, and irritates me because he can move between the cyberworld and the real world! He is selfish, lacy, and practically useless, there are several times where Megaman goes missing and Rush is never even called to track him down, so he doesn’t even have that ability anymore.

On a positive note, viruses can be interesting, I found out that there are different types of viruses. For example.

A Stealth virus is a virus that avoids detection from anti virus software, this means it can conceal itself and attack without being spotted, sounds familiar? In this case the anti-virus software would also include Navis.

A retro virus tries to destroy anti-virus programs, I like to think these apply to viruses who specifically target Navis in battle like Canodumbs and Piranahs since they only attack when they detect an enemy in the line of fire.

Armored Viruses are hard to detect or analyze because they have a protective code, These could be Viruses with armors or auras like the Dominerd or even the life virus.

But Phage viruses remind me of these guys because they rewrite programs.

And I guess this one counts too?

Other viruses just act like malware, like the Alpha bug that is more of a worm than a virus, because it can replicate and travel across networks without any human assistance.

Others are obvious like the Pop up virus which is just Rush, and it is supposed to be adware, but just like Rush, it is more annoying than harmful.

In the anime, killereye viruses are used as spyware, there was an episode were Videoman used them to spy on Rockman and make copies of him.

3. Tracing a signal.

Basically, everything you do on the net leaves bread crumps or cookies behind that makes it easy to track a user online, every device have a Mac Address and every network has an IP address, but it takes a special kind of software and advance skills to track down somebody in the real world.

Let’s talk about episode 32 of Stream.

Remember that episode were Megaman followed a revived Shademan to 20 Years in the past and he witnessed a famous hacking incident that was stopped by Colonel?

Aside from the fact that it was 20 years in the past and Megaman is more advance than most of the technology there, there were a few things bothering me.

For starters, why does that computer show a little Colonel doing something to that guy’s hacking program? It’s cute and all, but this is a confusing way to show someone disabling a program, it usually just shows a notification. Or is that how the computer sees colonel, like a little pixel version of him? XD

That hacking program was made to open any cyber lock, it uses three special pillars to disguise the signal so the police wouldn’t be able to track down the address, this means those pillars have some special form of encryption to cover the data to make it untraceable. In the anime’s world, that means it’s invisible, but somehow Megaman can still sense it? And how did Barryl know where the guy was? Did colonel tell him? Or did the viruses he sent to delete colonel revealed his location? Oops.

4. Hard Drives.

To end this post, what are hard drives? They are what your computer uses to store files, so Navis can obviously be stored in a computer as well. The problem is that they are still sentient inside the computer instead of dormant.

The concept of containing a Navi, yes, Navis have their own jail in this universe, doesn’t really make any sense. We know Navis can sleep, but the Navis we see in cages are still active, and if everything is connected to the internet, how can they not escape?

I’m using this scene with Megaman as an example, when he was arrested for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was put in a cute little cyber cage.

However, since Megaman is more advance, he wonders if the hard drive of the computer he is stored in is weak against vibrations. What does he mean by that? Physical or cyber vibrations? Does that mean he can control a frequency in that computer’s cyberworld to alter it?

Whatever he did worked, because he left a gap in the cage, but how did he do it without damaging the Hard Drive? The police officer wouldn’t be able to access his files anymore, maybe it was minor file corruption?

And the worst part is that he opened a gateway into the internet, which is still there! I guess Megaman can travel through routers by himself? Maybe that wouldn’t have happen if the officer just disconnected his ethernet cable.

This Network based world is a scary one.

#MegaMan NT Warrior #Megaman exe #MMBN #Rockman.exe #anime #my thoughts

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The Speed of Silence

Mr Ben Fan Fic

I didn’t plan on going back to Mr Ben for a while. The SNL hype had dropped & I was in deep writing some other drafts I had on going. & then @alwaysdjarin tagged me in someone’s twitter post going write a scenario based on a certain idea a moot had. Here I am 12 days later publishing it.

I don’t like to big up my work but there’s a paragraph in here that I wrote & when I reread it I was like damn I wrote that. Also yes I know the book shelf picture is Rockford but it was part of the inspiration for this, so I wanted to include it.

Synopsis: Mr Ben is rumoured every year to be dating the popular girls at university, so why would he ever look at you. But then a few chance meeting & a late night study session in the library, make you both think about making those rumours true.

Word count: 5,700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!college professors student relationship (but you are not his student) protected PIV sex, public sex, swearing, pining, unrequited love, choking & muffling, rough, teasing flirting kissing. Eventual established relationship.

All feed back as always is welcome peoples… thanks for the read. It’s really appreciated

10pm the clocks slowly tocks past, headphones on, another coffee poured, in the university library trying to write you appendix for your art portfolio your handing in tomorrow. You knew when you looked all these artists & photographers up for inspiration you should have written down who inspired you. But no it’s now 10pm & you’re missing 8 references to submit along with your sight & sound presentation.

You know full well you don’t need the references though. Your photographs you have of traffic moving at night almost leaping out the page at you & your puddle reflection of what life should be like in the city instead for he chaos it is, speak for themselves. No matter who walks past your screen at the moment even if they don’t do the subject for your degree, just stops & does a double take. Your creation is the talk of the university be it pupils & staff or teaches.

But there’s one who’s taken a particular interest. He not your teacher. He teaches Philosophy about 5 class rooms away but he shares an office with your art & photography professor Jane. You are often popping in the office to book additional time or ask to use the larger printer. It was once when you were waiting for Jane to bring some resources back that he came in & started a conversation with you.

“So your little miss photoshop?” He says as he saw you waiting for her to return. “That I am professor, Jane has just gone to get something for me that I don’t have the funds to print off, I’ll be out of your office in 5minutes.” “Ooooh no…” he says with a slight smirk as he pops his bag on the back of the door “I’ve heard so much about this art, I want to see it what makes it so special, why is yours the talk of the campus”. He adjusts his large framed dark glasses. LIt’s nothing really I…” “you can’t say that without letting me judge it, please•”he waves a hand as he pours his coffee & casually leans against the back wall “I’m most intrigued”.

His eyes sparkle at you. You’re not sure there’s a brown rich enough to ever try & replicate those on any art software, they are unforgettable once you’ve made eye contact. Which you just have. It’s for all of a passing second but you’re lost, so so lost in them. You’re never getting out of this trance ever. He must see you blush as he very quickly moves away from leaning & fidgets. You go to your carry folder & produce 4 drafts of your work in progress, about The Speed of Silence & start to explain what it means & why you’ve done it. He stands there nodding hanging on every word you say agreeing & asking your different techniques. He really in engaged in your art & is mesmerised by it, like you with him.

He lowers his hand to ask a question & your hand brushed over his sending chills down your spine, it’s just the slightest feather touch but it’s enough to make you want more. He then takes his hand & rests it on top of yours. You both freeze & gulp, both unsure what to do next. “Professor i…” “shhhh it’s okay I think we…” he’s edged in your personal space, his head slowly drawing close to you, when You both hear the door click & Jane humming to herself so you break the look & return to showing him your art. “Ahhh here you are my sweet, sorry the lift was broken that’s why it took a while. Oooh Ben you’re here. Help me sort these out for her so she can take what she needs” & I pause in a fluster. My breath caught in my throat, my palms sweating instantly. This isn’t just some professor, this is Mr Ben!

Mr Ben every year at university, there is a rumour he’s dating a popular blonde student. It’s kind of mythology, & he goes along with the joke & plays up to it. But no one has ever actually seen him with a partner inside or outside of campus. If he is dating the blonde from the football team as she claims he is, or the brunet from drama he’s hiding it well. He’s not dating Jane, you all met her wife on the field trip to the Andy Warhol museum. But here you are standing in Bens shared office having just had a genuine moment with the man most men & women on campus would give an arm to do… & you did it without even realising.

You’re snapped out of your trance by the voice of Jane eventually “just because your art works at so many rates per second, doesnt mean you can slow down & daydreaming to” “sorry miss I just had a random though & my mind wondered” “maybe if you’ve got a wandering mind, you should sit in on a philosophy class?” Ben asks with a smile on his face that makes you feel weak. He’s biting his pencil & looking at you suggestively “…I…I… I really should get going” you sigh once you’ve taken what you need from Jane & your portfolio is back into your art folder. “It was lovely to meet you professor…” “it’s Mr Ben but please just call me Ben” he extends his hand which you take & shake. Large & firm & also just the right feel to it. It’s only once you get back to your room that you realise in your art portfolio & resources, that Ben had slipped his business card in there, with his office number & email.

You didn’t email him for 2 weeks & you actively asked Jane in her classes for supplies or support. You wanted to avoid Ben for as long as you could, hoping you had dreamed up the meeting & the stolen moments you had shared. He had filled your dreams since that precious glance & you didn’t want to fall further under his charm. Avoiding him you thought would help but it’s just made it worse. However fate lead to your paths crossing, not at campus but at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You were in the gift shop looking at post cards scanning for ideas for your silent part of your art, when he walked past & turned back almost doing a double take as he went to leave”miss photoshop what a pleasant surprise, what brings you to the met on this wet winter afternoon?” He leans next to the display as he engages in conversation with you. His coat looks warm & cozy even if a little damp due to the rain, but his hair is in pristine place & his glasses are either missing or replaced with contacts making those eyes even larger “I need something for the silence part of my project sir, but I’m having a hard time picking it, so I came to watch people look at art in silence to see if that gave me inspiration but it hasn’t”

“That’s a shame” he says “let me buy you a coffee & we can people watch together if you want” “I’m sorry what professor?” You say in shock “it’s just Ben,” he offers his hand “I encourage all my students at least once a month to go people watch & come up with pretend story’s for who people might be that walk past them, it’s like a window to their own soul as they try to guess others.” “Did you just quote Man Ray?” You ask “because then I’ll take you up on that coffee & we can talk art & photography while we people watch.” The smile on Bens face is infectious. Gone is that moody professor who people gossip about. The person in front of you now is a man & clearly at least a friend, you both have a connection with the other. “I’m happy to talk art & people watch, it would be an honour.”

You start off people watching in silence sipping coffee unsure what to say to each other or about the people. The tension is palpable. & then someone with a Star Wars bag walks past you & you ask Ben “rebel, sith or jedi?” & that’s all it takes. For the next hour you both sit there talking about where all these people are going & what’s happening with their lives, sipping coffee & laughing. It’s only when his phone rings & it’s on loud that people shhh you both & he answers it. “Sorry, I have to go” he says. “But this has been fun, much better to sit here & talk with someone else & people watch than do it on your own” he says as he stands & you notice how tall & long he is. “thank you for the coffee Ben, as much as this was fun, it didn’t provide the spark I need for the silence I need for my project.” “Maybe inspiration will hit you a different way.” He replied & grabs your hands to help you up, almost pulling you into his chest. You can feel as your hand is wrapped around his wrist that his pulse has spiked. You both stand in silence for a few minutes & then shuffle awkwardly unsure what to both do next. At the end of the day you might not be his student but he’s still a professor at your college. You, against everything your body & heart are screaming out for more, decide not to act on your own needs & wants.

You both head outside the museum & it’s still raining. “Do you want to share a cab?” Ben asks in a friendly way “thanks Ben but I’m off to a friends now, i’ll get the subway but I’m sure we will bump back into each other soon” you blush trying to hide his affect on you. “Have it your way I’ll see you soon, I hope you work out your project” he waves a friendly good bye & goes to get in the taxi but he’s still distracted by your big smile & doesn’t see where he puts his foot. “bollocks” Ben shouts. He stepped in a deep puddle before shrugging at you & then gets into the taxi which speeds off. But in that reflection you see in the puddle from the ripples, the grey sky & lights of the city reflect back to you. The madness of the city being so calm & reflective in one tiny puddle. Ben has given you the inspiration for the other half of your project without even trying.

You don’t go to your friends, you head straight for the high line, one of your favourite places in New York & you start taking picture of the rain falling, the puddles forming & slow silent reflections gleaming back at you. It’s almost to perfect the mixture of architecture, nature & photography. It’s too good to be true. You don’t care that you are drenched to the bone & will be sick for 3 days in the next week, this is the perfect calming yang to your traffics ying. It going to look phenomenal.

You have every week since then gone to a different museum to see if Ben is there to people watch with, & you’ve also been popping into the office to discus your art with Jane, talking to Ben a few times. You’ve not yet told him he’s part of your inspiration for this, you will do before the presentation at the end of term. But you & Ben now have a close friendly relationship. He says hi when he sees you walking about & you have slight giggles & little jokes with each other. All harmless fun, but there are still moments when your eyes meet that you can’t deny to yourself, that you would like to be who the rumours are about. He always asks about your art & has asked Jane who it’s all going for you too. You hope he puts in this much dedication with his actual students.

10 days ago however your world crumbled. There was a rumour Ben was dating a student in the first year. As someone in their final year, you’ve heard all these story’s before & know they aren’t true. But you heart just feels like it’s shattered. Everything you had hoped for that you might have one day with Ben has gone. You remember this is just everyone’s fantasy & it won’t be happening to you any time soon. The student is what he’s always rumoured to go for, athletic, bit ditsy, blonde & stick thin. Not someone with blue streaks through their black hair, a squishy nose who could probably eat that girl as she’s so skinny for diner. You are heart broken from the relationship you’d secretly wanted more from, even though you hadn’t been brave enough to act on it. You bury your head into your art & try to not think about it at all.

You’ve seen Ben since this day & been nice to him, but you just feel a little lost. It is just a fantasy, everyone wants for Mr Ben to be there’s. To have a few stolen moments but you were sure it might slightly happen to you but it hasn’t. So you’ve plowed on with & burrowed your head in your art portfolios & are now just hours away from your deadline in the library, referencing as much as you can ready to hand in your appendix in the morning. It’s only when your music pauses in your ears, that you realise someone is sat in the chair next to you, with their own cup of coffee. You can tell from the hand on your music player alone, exactly who it is.

“Ben” you say not having to whisper at 10pm, as you remove your headphones. There’s all of 8 students in here all with their own headphones in. “It’s late what are you doing here?” You ask. You’re startled but also instantly calm that he is here & he is looking so handsome. The tie he is often seen wearing isn’t on, the glasses dark frame matching his dark black shirt & his selves are rolled up. He looks at you with genuine concern & affection in hope to help you with whatever it is you are doing. “Late night study group with my second years, 6 of them just haven’t understood the last 3 essays I’ve asked them to write or read, so we did a coffee & cake night. I think 4 of them have finally got it though, I always think it helps to share the problem, no matter what it is.” Ben takes your hand, that large thumb trailing over your knuckles, what you wish you could do with that thumb. “So I was walking past & thought I’d pop in to see who was in the library this late, & who do I see…you, little miss photoshop, with your head in a pile of books & websites, not actually creating. Is everything okay?” He ask, your eyes meeting & you do everything you can to look back at your work from this handsome distraction, but he lifts his hand to the side of your face to turn you back to face him as he softly whispers “seriously, your amazing, your perfect, I’ll do anything”.

That’s all it takes. You lean in touching his face in return & tentatively take his lips with your own. He’s a-gasp, shocked at your advanced. He can feel all the butterfly’s you have felt for the last few months since you met him. You’re electrified & then you very quickly break away from your embrace & look back at your laptop & not at Ben, but you can still feel him on your lips & how he made you feel like you were going at a million miles an hour but also completely still much like your photographs. “Shit” you mumbled “Ben I…” you don’t get a chance to apologise, Ben has turned your face back towards him & is engaging in the next kiss. He’s hungry like he’s waited for this for ages, like he’s willing to break all the rules to have a few stolen moments with you but he wishes he could have more. Your of age & an adult & not his actual student, he’s not that much older than you. He wants this but he has so many conflicting things going on in his mind right now, as do you. But you are both desperate for each others touch. This kiss is the best you have ever had. No man or woman has ever made you feel this good from just one kiss.

“Sorry” he says “I just had to be sure I wasn’t dreaming”. His words come out breathy as he pants. “I should go…””No!” You shout & realise it was quite loud for a library even when there is no one really here. “Please stay, your presence calmed me when I realised it was you” Bens half way out of his chair unsure if he should sit back down or go home. He wants to stay & distract you from your appendix, In so many ways. It’s all he thought about since he met you. Those few stolen moments in his office, your little smirk at the museum, the way your hands are so expressive when you talk. He noticed every single detail & he is desperate to make a go of this. He looks in your eyes & he can see the same desire & longing being directed back to him. He has to make the choice for the both of you.

“Grab your laptop & books & come with me” he states,”there’s better wifi else where in the library, it will make attaching your appendix faster & then we can talk”. Ben goes to pick up his mug & yours & raises an eyebrow at you. You know deep down that this isn’t going to be studying, you know you’re actually going to be the girl the university gossips about & if it’s true or not. “Okay Ben, I’m almost there though I’ve got 8more…” But Bens hand doesn’t go for your mug & you are interrupted. His large hand strokes across your chin before his thumb that you have often wondered what it would feel like, traces over your lips. You gasp & instantly become aroused. It’s so flat & soft & it make you want to suck it & beg for some of his other fingers else where. “Ben” you moan as his hand moves away. You hit save & collect you items putting them in your 2 bags & grab his hand, while making sure no one is watching you sneak off with a professor.

Ben doesn’t even check, he wants you & he needs you. The second your hand entwines with his, he is off at a speed your art is. He take you to the back of the library which is dimly lit & is where all the media & art books are. “Oooh you actually wanted to help Ben, I didn’t realise.” You feel a little flat thinking Ben has no intention of doing anything other than be a professor at this moment. But the second both your bags are on the table between the two rows of bookshelves, Ben is hoovering over you. Eyes filled with desire, his breathing is short, & you can feel his wanting of you radiating from every inch of his body. He doesn’t need to say a word. You cup his face & kiss him deeply as he pushes you against a chair at the table. Those large hands of his, twisting your hair, before one moves down your back to rest just on your waist, so you can be pushed further into him. You never want to break this kiss. The way your body is responding to his, is magnetic. The way you moan & groan just from a simple deep kiss, one filled with all the lustful dreams you have ever had about Ben, just taking over your mouth & making you want more. You know you’re aroused, your pleasure is screaming for him to touch you even more. Ben is also trying so hard not to just cum in his trouser right now, he needs you to relieve his own pressure as he grows harder.

“I don’t know what happening” you eventually mumble as he starts to kiss your neck “but I’m happy it is” you both say at the same time & then both have a little giggle before his eyes meet yours again. “If you’re not comfortable with this…” Ben starts but you squeeze his arse through jeans which makes him yelp. “So we did have a moment when we first met then?” You ask him “oooh yes & I’ve been trying to work out since that moment if I would be in trouble for asking you on a date, your not my student, I’ve never asked any student out before or even kissed them, even if they have since left” this makes your heart flutter. All the myths about Ben are false, he’s squeaky clean & is a moral teacher to be looked up to. No affairs with any students at all, & then you remember why he’s saying this all to you. You’re about to become his exception to the rule & you really don’t care. You’re going to be the hearsay.

“Well technically we have been on a date at the museum…” “that doesn’t count” Ben replies “& for half of it we sat there in silence & it was a chance meeting” he lowers his head to whisper in your ear seductively “however if you’d have got in my taxi, it might have been another story” he peppers kisses down your neck “no it was destiny for your to leave without me. Where did you think I got my reflection art idea from Ben?” He pauses his kisses for 2 seconds as he goes “really?” Your shy nod through your blushes are as hot as the next kiss he gives you. It’s so powerful that he pushes you into the book case, which creaks. “Ben” you moan at his sudden movement from the table. “This is so intense, I…I” “shhh baby shhhh” his lips are still searching for yours & your chin, as his hands move to your hips, which are desperate for friction.

“I…I…I need you Ben, I need you & im not sure my body will allow me to wait to get back to my room or your place, maybe your office or…” but you her the clink of his belt being undone as he moves a hand so it’s leaning over you holding the book case “baby, I don’t think I can make it to my office. I wish wed had this moment sooner, so I could have taken you out on a date first. I wish I had known, I wish I had” “the signs were all there Ben” you moan back at him as you undo his fly, the zip sound wrong but so erotic “are you happy you want to do this?” You ask & your hands move to your leggins & knickers to roll them down in a second “im the man, I should be asking you?” He responds in a soft tone. “Are you sure?” He asks & his face for a nano second has turned serious asking for your consent. “Yes Ben I want this, I want you” is your clear response Consenting to his pleasure as you step out of both your leggins & knickers & he reaches into his back pocket to produce a condom. “Yes baby, I promise we will do this properly another time” he rolls his jeans & briefs down to just below his knees & you see him cover his impressive length with the protection.

Ben edges closer to you & starts to raise your dress ready for a clear & swift entrance inside you. “You… you are okay with this… this isn’t your first time?” Ben asks suddenly very much aware he’s about to have sex with a student in the university’s library & not everyone has had sex before “Ben I’d have been even more hesitant if it was, & I’m on the pill” is your response. A small smirk creeps across his face before his lips lock with yours & he pushes hard against you & the shelving. He teases you slightly before he pushing inside you. You moan loudly, he’s girthy & much larger than you have had before. It pinches & pushes all the air out of your lungs. “Beeeennnnn” you growl, feeling so full & satisfied already, desperate for more movement.

Ben doesn’t say a word. He just sighs & thrusts again & you whimper. Your mouth & jaw go slack at the most relaxed but also most sexy feeling you have ever experienced in the world. He lifts your right leg to wrap it around him for a better & more enjoyable for the both of you, his hand gripping your thigh firmly. This hand then moves up your body & towards your mound with the next couple of thrusts, before his thumb, that large thumb that was trailing across your lips, flicks at your bud, you instantly clamp around his cock & moan loudly “yessss Ben” & his other hand covers your mouth “shhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble now do we, be quiet girl & we can have some fun” & his hips really start to move.

Who’d have thought Ben was so adventurous in not only wanting to have sex with a student, but to do it at 11pm at night, not just in public but in the library where he works & you study. He has thought about you & how your body would feel for months now, when you had sex. But here he is, his length pulsing inside your core making you want to make the most erotic noises in the world, as he drills into you, with his hand over your mouth “shhhhh baby we don’t want to get in trouble do we, save the moaning for another night” he says as he movements become larger & the book case starts to creak that he’s pushed you against harder.

Crash! the first book falls from the shelf with an almighty thump from how fast he is pushing you into the unit. It’s not even a small book. It’s Hockneys complete appendix of British culture. It’s a coffee table book. So if he is thrusting that hard at this early stage, how much faster is he going to go? Your eye glances down at it but then return back to those large dark Carmel’s that are dilating with every second , every pulse & every want he has to make you feel even more of a woman than you already are. He’s so large, he’s making you gasp for every breath. He is giving this all he’s got. “I know you want to moan my love, but keep it down okay” he removed his hand from your mouth, but not before he allows you to suck his thumb. “Ben oh Ben oh baby yes” I whisper trying to not sound so needy & desperate.

He moves with an impressive rhythm. The book case creaking & the occasional book hitting the floor is louder than your collective moans & panting. You feel every thrust inside you making you want so much more. Bens lips move from your face to your neck, sucking & pecking away at it. His hand is now towering over you for balance as he goes & he breathes heavier. Such a large hand capable you now know of many naughty things you can both explore. Your own hands are digging into his hips & shoulders as you try not to scream from pleasure. “Yes Ben” are the hushed tones coming from your mouth “baby oh baby,you’re so good” he replies back. Every time he thinks you are moaning too much, he slows down slightly & he kisses you back on the lips, to remind you to stay silent. The moan he makes as he pulls away & speeds up again is louder than the noise you were previously making.

“Fuck ooh yes, so close, you feel so good…” you’ve reached the point of no return, as these breathy high pitched words leave your mouth. His hips blistering into you, he’s almost there too. He grabs you around the throat which makes you gasp & also shuts you up. It’s not firm but you did not have Ben down for doing that. “Shhh baby, we’ll get in trouble”. He mumbles as 2 more large books fall out of the shelving “don’t…care…” you just about manage to get out before your rendered speechless by the next 3 thrusts that hit the spot & you let go. Your orgasm spiralling through your body. Ben lips shhh you as you go to scream yes. You bite into his bottom lip to try & keep your cry of pleasure down. He’s sent you over the edge. Bens rhythm falls out of sink & the deep shallow growl his voice makes into your mouth, happens as he fills the condom with him own cum. Slowly he stops his movements, & eventually the books stop falling & the shelving once again becomes silent.

You wrap your arms around Bens neck as you both open your eyes which you’d both closed while cuming. His eyes less filled with passion now but still so handsome & so dark & mesmerising. Panting & sighing happening between you both. His hand cups you cheek “you have the most beautiful eyes” you eventually manage to say to Ben & a small grin covers your face in your afterglow. “No I don’t” Ben replies “yours eclipse anyone’s with beauty, they really are the window to the soul” You bring his face into yours for another deep kiss, one full of hope & wanting more than this. Your hand goes up into his hair to caress his head as you make out continues.

“We need to clean this up” Ben say when you eventually break from your embrace & he shimmy’s his briefs & trousers back on after tying off his condom. “We don’t want to piss of the library team do we” you quickly put the books back between you & make sure everything is in as a correct place as possible. “Am I really the puddle inspiration?” Ben asks inquisitively as he adjusts his glasses. The glance from your eyes of pure love tells Ben the truth without you saying a word & he walks up to you & kisses you. “So I’m guessing tonight we created our own version of The Speed of Silence?” You muster once the kiss is over, never wanting to be far apart from those lips again. “You could say that” Ben smiles.

For the next month campus is full of gossip. There are rumours that there was sex in the library & that people heard books crashing & that no one been able to find that Hockney book since, but no one’s taken it out. As someone who doesn’t usually contribute & look like they pay attention to the rumours you find all this funny & really what you want to do, is tell people how right & wrong they are. No one has worked out the it was Ben or you or the both of you. You’ve had sneaky sex since, once in his lecture room when you did sit in on a class & twice in the art supply cupboard, but he’s yet to take you on that date he promised. Maybe all the rumours about Ben being a one off passionate lover were true.

However on the night of art & photography show case, things moved. You stand there explaining to your fellow student’s, alumni & teachers about your project when you hear a voice from behind you. “Why puddles?” Ben says & you turn around & you both beam at each other “whatever caused you to think of that must have had a really deep & meaningful impact on you” “yes it did professor…” you wink at him & Ben turns red & try’s to concentrate on the rest of your talk. Moving uneasily desperate for more.

Once the group you were talking to leaves, Ben slides in behind you “congratulations little miss photoshop, you are the talk of the campus, in more ways than one” His hand slips into yours, that large thumb tracing across your knuckles. “So are you Ben” I glance up towards his face. “I wish this was something more thorough, if I’m honest” you sound a little bit down despite this being your night to shine.

“& it will be” is Bens quick response & his eyes gesture to his bag, which he opens & you gasp. He has the missing Hockey book inside it. “Should we go return this, have a repeat performance & then I can take you out for dinner?” Ben ask. Eyes wide & seductive looking into your soul, once again making everything fly past so fast in your mind but also freezes you in time. You hand trails across his chin. “Took you long enough to ask Ben” He waits for someone to walk past before he kisses your forehead, & then takes your hand. “Your art speaks for itself, let’s go now & give the campus some real gossip to talk about” & Ben leads you out of the exhibition & back to the library, for your own private viewing.

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12: Perspective

working at a place known as a haven for intergalactic criminals can be dangerous. luckily, you know people you can count on.

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If you want to disappear, Cabrax is the place to go. It’s discreet, for one thing, easy to miss in survey scans. Roughly oblong like an insect hive, it’s lit externally in dim, crusted blood colors (if your blood’s iron-based, anyway), mimicking a red dwarf. Its sauntering orbit around a gas giant has it hopscotching between the Stellaris Union and the Yrenth Empire’s territorial borders, making it a jurisdictional nightmare, intergalactic open waters. If you’re wanted for something in Cabrax, you’re a needle in an acupuncturist’s storage cabinet—welcome to the club.

Humans, though? Humans don’t come to Cabrax. It’s too far, too much of a hassle, and a little too dangerous. You stick out like a sore thumb. It took a few cycles for people to get used to you. You still get stares, threats, and the occasional new arrival who leers a little too much, but people leave you alone for the most part. It helps that you’re important. Cabrax is held together by a patchwork of architectural duct tape, antique gravity tech and a bootleg atmospheric generator. Every engineer the station can get is eccentric, overworked and extremely precious, so the pay is great and the risk doesn’t bother you much. Lately, you’ve even had some backup while you make your rounds.

He’s late today, though. You pace nervously on one of the lower merchant floors, checking the station time on your tablet. You have to go up a floor to check the sector generator by the pleasure booths, and you were really hoping he’d come with you. Loroa spots you from the doorway of her shop, electronic screens advertising forged ship registrations and galactic travel passes. She waves you over with one flicking forelimb, keening in displeasure when she sees that you’re alone. “He is late!” she says, indignant. Her long, equine body curls around you protectively. “No being alone. Too dangerous. Stay until he is here.”

“He might not show up,” you say.

She bristles at the mere suggestion. “Ridiculous! Small things, you must look out for each other. Nobody else will but Loroa, and Loroa cannot be everywhere at once.”

She gives you snacks, like always, a bag of savory snack pellets popular on her homeworld. You camp out next to her shop and watch the bustling market activity while you wait. The upper districts form a stalactite skyline of dingy, old metal and softly pulsing landing bay lights. There’s an orange, smoggy haze from the external lights, veiling the markets in perpetual sunset. Loroa shares a block with a software modder, a weapons smuggler, and a bar that never seems to close. Foot traffic is dense and constant, but you haven’t seen him yet. Like you, he sticks out in a sea of tailed, spined, and tendriled bodies, the only other human on Cabrax.

Just as you’re starting to lose hope, though, you smell it—slightly sweet and floral, a distinctive, earthy cologne. “Blue!” you say excitedly, waving at him across the market. He looks almost embarrassed by the attention, slinking quickly and gracefully through the stream of moving bodies to reach you. Blue keeps his hair cropped short and his bangs uneven, one eye hidden, and it’s colored with the brightest cyan dye you’ve ever seen, nearly luminescent. Everything else about him is geared towards vanishing, from his black, nondescript clothing and small stature to the hunched, closed posture he constantly maintains. He steps so lightly you rarely hear any footsteps.

“There he is!” Loroa says, arms and forelimbs crossed. She has herself wound through display booths and tables with sample products, the bulk of her still pressed against your back. “You are late! Should have been here sooner!” Blue looks sheepish under her scrutiny, bowing his head in shame. Loroa huffs. “Fine, fine. You are sorry, Loroa sees it. Go! Do not be more late! Be good to each other, small things.” She sends you off with a crushing hug. Blue sidesteps the hug with an apologetic look, shaking his head, so she gives him a bag of snacks instead.

Together, you get even more stares, but it doesn’t bother you as much. Blue acts like he doesn’t even notice, too focused on you. He has a staring problem. You’ll walk single-file through a dense crowd and feel his unrelenting stare on your back. You crouch by vent openings and dig through control panels, up to your elbows in cords and mechanical innards, and he’ll stand there, unmoving, nearly unblinking, looking at your face in profile the whole time. It was a little unsettling at first, but you’ve gotten used to it. Sometimes you stare at him, too, soothed by a familiar arrangement of eyes, a protruding nose, and five-fingered hands.

Your first stop is lower ventilation. You squeeze into a room the size of a storage closet packed with air purifying units, and Blue stands guard outside. “I heard this place was a hykra penal colony once,” you say absently. “That’s why so much of the machinery is crammed in tight spaces like this. They could just squeeze a tentacle in here no problem. I have to take everything apart just to get at the controls.”

Blue doesn’t talk. You aren’t sure if it’s a choice or not, but you don’t hassle him about it. If you stop rambling, he’ll tap your shoulder and nod or make a turning gesture with his hand. Go on, he says this way. His silence is companionable. Rarely, you’ll get a harsh exhale out of him if you tell a joke stupid enough.

“I was a shipworm, y’know,” you tell him. “Back before they outlawed it. I grew up on this awful shipping scrapheap and crawled around in the engine ducts with the other kids to make sure nothing exploded. This place seems like paradise in comparison.”

Blue gently rests his hand on your back, his palm settling between your shoulders. He avoids touch most of the time. Anything he initiates is meaningful, usually meant to comfort you.

“Aw, I’m alright, Blue,” you assure him, pulling your face out of the ventilation console. Blue has a small, worried frown on his face. “I don’t do anything that dangerous anymore, trust me. They don’t wanna risk losing any of us when we’re the only ones who know how to keep this place from falling apart!”

It’s a young friendship and there’s a lot to talk about. You ask him questions sometimes, glancing away from whatever wiring mess you’re working on to see the expressions and gestures he makes. “What kind of food do you like? What do you do around here? Do you get bored following me around all day?”

There are a lot of times that he just shrugs, unable or unwilling to divulge an answer. But every now and then, you get other responses. He ruffles your hair gently when you ask if he’s bored. When you glance at him, he shakes his head emphatically. Definitely not bored. You don’t ask why he’s here, though. Hearing someone’s past is the truest sign of Cabrax friendship. It’s not something taken lightly. You think about telling him about you, too, sometimes. Where you came from, the winding road that brought you here. But you’re not ready yet.

You split up just once. You’re halfway down a cramped maintenance corridor when you suddenly realize you can hear footsteps behind you, too heavy to be his. Blue’s gone when you turn around. That happens sometimes. He makes little detours along your route, slipping into stores or restaurants quickly before rejoining you just as suddenly. The person behind you is one of the taller, lanky species, spiny growths like knives curving out of his elbows and the back of his feet. He’s not doing anything, but he’s staring at you and he’s following you down a dark maintenance hallway, walking just a little bit faster and gradually gaining on you.

You start speedwalking, then jogging, slipping into the first doorway you come across. It’s hardly shelter, just a shallow alcove with some dusty equipment inside, but you wedge yourself behind towering metal protrusions and hold your breath. Maybe he’ll just keep walking? Heavy, clanging footsteps get closer and closer, until—

they stop. You don’t hear anything. You wait for a minute, and then two. Is he just standing there, waiting for you to come out? You’re afraid to look. You wait even longer, your legs cramping in their tightly folded position. There’s a soft sound, a barely audible tap of something tiptoeing down the maintenance corridor. Blue suddenly steps into view, peering into the alcove curiously. You let out a relieved sigh.

“Where were you?” you ask, trying to sound miffed rather than terrified. “I turned around and you were gone!” Blue bows his head, the same way he did when Loroa scolded him. “I’m not mad, Blue. It just scared me a little. Tap me on the shoulder if you leave, okay?” He nods eagerly. His sweet smile stirs butterflies in your stomach.

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Blue shakes his head violently, like the idea repulses him.

“I always thought it seemed fun,” you say absently. “But I’m too nervous to meet up with a stranger. It’d have to be someone I know and trust pretty well.” The sector generator is behind the club. It’s claustrophobic like everywhere else, a narrow alley that you have to squeeze through single-file. Blue walks a little closer than usual and his cologne is closer, more pronounced. You’re grateful. People tend to be handsy around here, and you don’t want anyone sneaking up on you. The generator cabinet is a tall, sleek obelisk, and the front panel is stuck. You pick at it for a solid minute without progress and have to change tactics, fishing around in your supplies for a small, narrow object to pry it open.

“I’m glad you’re here, Blue,” you tell him. “This job gets a little nerve wracking sometimes. I don’t think I’ve had any trouble since we started hanging out, though. Probably helps that there’s two of us. We’re on the small side around here, but still, it makes people think twice before they mess with us.”

He’s really close. You can hear him breathing. Warm, heavy panting hits the back of your neck and you glance back, double checking that it’s him. Blue stares back at you. The eye contact is intense and intimidating. You feel a little overheated and keep picking at the generator cabinet.

“Uh. Anyway. Do you wanna get dinner after I finish up here? I’ve only got one more stop, I think—” Blue’s touching you suddenly, pressed against you from behind. You shift forward and he follows, and then there’s nowhere to go. You’re trapped between him and the towering generator cabinet, your pulse picking up. “Blue?” you say nervously. “What are you doing?”

He answers concisely, with a roll of his hips. Your breath hitches and you shift anxiously. You like Blue. You think he’s cute, and it’s not like you’ve never thought about this before. You might be a little touch-starved and desperate, never feeling comfortable enough to let anyone get too close. Blue grinds against you again and a shaky breath heats your ear.

“You really wanna?” you ask, feeling a little shy suddenly. “With me? Right now?”

He doesn’t tell you that he wants you. He shows you. Blue kisses your neck with such passion and focus that it feels dirty, sucking and swirling his tongue anywhere that you seem sensitive. He kisses up to your ear and nibbles the lobe, his breathing even more labored and feverish. His hands are all over you, pushing up your shirt to get at your chest. You try to keep in all the little gasps and whimpers, but it seems to bother him. He lets out a harsh breath, pouting, and starts toying with your nipples. One hand strokes and massages your chest while the other slides down, between your legs, and a third runs through your hair—

Wait, you think. He notices when you tense up. All of his hands, however many there are, suddenly retreat, but he pushes you even harder against the generator with his body. That sweet scent floods your senses and you feel a little dizzy and overheated. Arousal slams into you with meteoric force and you’re trembling, unable to stop yourself from grinding back against him.

Your tongue doesn’t work right. You only manage slurred muttering when you try to ask him what’s happening, and even those half-words devolve into mindless keening when he pumps his hips and you feel the prominent bulge in his Blue’s pants. There’s something strange about all this and how utterly desperate you feel, but you can’t dwell on it. Blue’s hands are on your body again and his touch is fire on your skin, the pleasure searing.

It feels so obscene to be doing this outside, even if you’re half-hidden in shadows. Anyone could walk by the alley or step out the back doors of the club, and they’d see Blue’s back, the frantic movements of his hips, dry humping you in plain sight. Blue’s fingers rake like claws down your back, pulling at your clothes. He doesn’t undress you all the way, but he leaves your shirt skewed, one shoulder partly exposed, and tugs impatiently at your pants until he can palm your ass with both hands. He lingers there for a while, appreciating the soft mounds of flesh and massaging them, pulling them apart.

“Please,” you stammer at some point, desperate for something inside of you. Blue freezes. You’re worried you scared him off, that he’s getting second thoughts. You only worry for a second. Blue’s hand is on the back of your neck and he’s shoving you face-first against the generator. He’s practically growling now, his breathing harsh and mingled with low, animalistic sounds. You feel his cock pressing against your entrance and his teeth set against your shoulder. He starts to bite as he sinks in. It’s exciting at first, a dull nibble, but when he gets past the tip—and it feels strange, you think, not the shape you expect and bumpy along the sides—his teeth crunch into you.

You cry out in shock and pain, stinging agony radiating down your arm. His teeth are sharp. How have you never noticed? His smile has never looked off, but it feels like he has a snake’s fangs, two long, hard needles framing a row of shorter needle points. You can feel yourself tearing and the slow, agonizing plunge of his teeth through flesh and muscle, the gush of blood dribbling down your back. Blue sucks hungrily at the wound, his shuddering breaths hot on your skin. He stays like that, his jaw clamped into you, as he starts to move.

His thrusts are fast from the start. Shallow first, quick but not too hard. He’s patient through the uncomfortable clench of your body, your tension from the bite. You feel yourself moving with him—not consciously, not trying to, but you’re moved. There’s a phantom touch on your hips and thighs, the grasp of impossible hands that tug you back into his forward motion, burying him deeper. There’s a hand between your thighs, too, fingers that start testing, curious, poking and prodding and seeing what makes you whine. He learns fast. You’re panting and trying to buck against his hand before long, but you can’t. You move to the rhythm he sets, slammed onto his cock.

It doesn’t take long for him to get vicious. It all feels good and hurts in equal measure, the brutal slam of his pelvis against your ass and the deep, punishing thrusts driving you hard against the generator. Blue is practically hyperventilating, his frantic, gasping breaths fanning across your shoulder. The ridges of his cock grind and massage your inner walls as he pummels a spot inside you that makes you see stars and tremble.

You feel his end coming shortly after you find yours, his movements losing rhythm. He pounds into you so hard and fast you struggle to breathe, and then there are hands everywhere. Wrapped around you like a vice, looped around your ankles and your thighs, squeezing your chest, straining to keep you flush against Blue’s body as he cums with a muffled snarl and spills himself inside you.

His whole body quivers with each rush of cum. He makes a high-pitched keening sound, almost like he’s in pain. Slowly, his teeth pull out of your flesh with a wet, sucking sound, his tongue lapping up the smear of blood on your skin. That sweet scent fills your nose and warms your chest. You lean against the generator, knees buckling, when Blue suddenly pulls out. Cum dribbles down your thighs and splatters on the ground. The world gets a little hazy around the edges, a dark curtain closing across your vision. You look back and don’t see Blue.

But there is something—something bright, vivid blue, its veins bioluminescent, reaching for you with countless thin, wiggling appendages—

You blink, and you’re on a couch in the back of Loroa’s shop. You feel good. Refreshed and rested. There’s a thin fog of sleep still clinging to your brain, the distinct impression that you just had a bizarre dream. You hear Loroa’s enormous body slithering and scuttling around the front of the shop as she scolds Blue, “What are you doing out there, silly small things? So busy you fall asleep in the middle of the street? Loroa heard all about it! Next time they need sleep, come sooner! No street sleeping!”

A door opens and shuts. Blue shuffles into the back of the shop looking sheepish. “Did I pass out?” you ask him. He nods. He isn’t quite meeting your gaze. “Thanks for the rescue. Jeez, I must’ve really been out of it.”

“You be careful, small things!” Loroa pokes her head in, frowning tightly at both of you. “Loroa heard news—dead thing in maintenance place! Very bad! Inside parts on the outside! Look out for each other, small things.”

A shiver runs down your spine. Bodies turn up around here sometimes. It’s not unusual. But a grisly murder in a maintenance tunnel? That could’ve been you. Blue halts your nervous train of thought by ruffling your hair. You smile and he smiles back.

“You’ve got my back, right, Blue?” you ask. He nods eagerly. “Good. Loroa’s right. We’re the only humans here. We’ve gotta look out for each other.”

Loroa tilts her head, eyeing you strangely. She looks like she wants to say something, but Blue glances at her suddenly, his gaze pleading. She lets out a huff but she nods, doesn’t say a word, and leaves the two of you alone. Blue presses a sudden kiss to your cheek that makes you giggle. It’s nice to have people you can count on, you think.

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