Banished One

I'm a writer & artist, a Dragon Knight, Blood Mage, and a lover of all elf boys. My icon art is by: Miauzen on Deviantart and Tumblr! var sc_project=11822700; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="58c41b97"; var sc_https=1;

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Is there any way you could upload a mirror of Coma Baby?

Coma Baby actually should be back up now! =)

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AO3 responded to me yesterday, saying that Coma Baby was now in compliance with the rules. They should unlock it in a day or two. If not, I'll contact them again.

Please continue to be patient, friends.

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Okay everyone, Coma Baby is officially back up! Thank you all for being so patient! Please enjoy your reading.

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Is there any way you could upload a mirror of Coma Baby?

Coma Baby actually should be back up now! =)

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AO3 responded to me yesterday, saying that Coma Baby was now in compliance with the rules. They should unlock it in a day or two. If not, I'll contact them again.

Please continue to be patient, friends.

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Is there any way you could upload a mirror of Coma Baby?

Coma Baby actually should be back up now! =)

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Coma Baby is Down

Hello everyone, just writing this to let you all know that Coma Baby is currently invisible on AO3. I’ve received a lot of messages about it, I’ve met a lot of new people who I hadn’t previously heard from before, and I’ve seen that you’re all a little distressed that the story has suddenly disappeared without warning. This happened (I believe) because I accidentally left a reference to my paypal in the author’s note of one of the early chapters. It mentioned a link in my profle, a link which has been gone for almost a year, but nonetheless, somebody evidently reported it. I have edited the reference to my paypal out of the author’s note, so hopefully AO3 should bring Coma Baby back before the end of the week. As of right now, I have not heard anything back from them, and that is making me slightly nervous, but I suppose we have to wait and see. So, be careful out there, everyone! And don’t link to your paypal, patreon or Ko-fi accounts on AO3! Also-- if you love a story or an author, find their social media and see if they have patreons, ko-fi, or paypal links there, and support them if you can! And since you’re already here, here are my forbidden links: PATREON  |  KO-FI 

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Hi! I’m a reader of “Coma Baby” and sorry for being ignorant but may I inquire the reason for removing the fic? I genuinely enjoyed reading the fic and I’ve only just started. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in anyway with this question

Hello There. No worries, everything is okay.

The fic is invisible right now because it was flagged due to a reference to my PayPal in one of the earlier authors notes. I thought I removed all references to my PayPal and patreon, but alas, it's difficult with seventy+ chapters.

I have amended the issue, and hopefully the ao3 staff will unlock the fic, making it available to the public again. Thanks for your patience and sorry for this inconvenience. I goofed. =)

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Where can I find your old dragon age fics? Specifically looking for the dragon hawke / fenris fic

W-what fic are you referring to anon? If you mean the Journal of a Tranquil story, it wasn’t written in fic form. It was written exclusively in ask answers.

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I only JUST realized that this said Dragon Hawke. I must have missed that initially.

Sorry Anon, that was only a picture that I drew, I never wrote a story for it. I definitely should have though, Maker have mercy.. ♡

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*kicks down your door* DUDE YOUR REED900 PRISON AU IS FRIGGIN AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU

Thank you kind stranger. I'm so glad you're enjoying it. ♡

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I love you

That's sweet. Thank you. ♡ You have a lovely day, kind stranger.

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Where can I find your old dragon age fics? Specifically looking for the dragon hawke / fenris fic

W-what fic are you referring to anon? If you mean the Journal of a Tranquil story, it wasn't written in fic form. It was written exclusively in ask answers.

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Man O’War

[A Venom/Eddie story. Click the chapters to be linked to the story on Ao3] Chapter One: Life hurts- Eddie had taken that advice to heart, because if anything, he’d never seen evidence to contrary- not in his job, not in his love life, and not in the course of his existence. It was his hope that the grave loss he felt for his broken relationship with Anne could be, at least, somewhat mended now that he had somebody else who was always there for him. But maybe ‘mended’ wasn’t exactly the best word, because if anything, that voice in the back of Eddie’s head had a way of leaving the wounds raw and exposed, on top of over-complicating everything. Chapter Two: Sure, there was plenty for Eddie to worry about, from his finances, to suspicious, camera-wielding men following him around. For today, however, he wanted to put that out of his mind. For today, he wanted to enjoy the pleasant weather, a delicious lunch, and of course, the constant company. Chapter Three: Wherever Eddie went, it seemed that trouble was always bound to find him. It wasn’t that he minded terribly, because he and his symbiote had ways of dealing with such inconveniences. Well- they had ways, but not necessarily ways that they agreed upon. Chapter Four: The distance created by disagreement between the host and his other was a thing which required gentle communication to amend, as well as a little something more to tether them back together as partners. Oh, and dinner, too.

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The RK900 was newly activated and hadn’t even settled on a name yet when he began working for the DPD. Connor ignored him in the beginning for the sake of dealing with his personal feelings toward the new, superior model, but he couldn’t help but think that the RK900 had been done a disservice, when he was partnered with Gavin Reed.

“How do we endear ourselves to them, Connor?” the RK900 spoke up one day, when he and Connor were alone in the break room. They’d scarcely said more to one another than curt sentences that averaged four to five words, so as conversation went, this was an odd occurrence.

The RK900 was seated at one of the break room tables, an intense expression shadowing his otherwise neutral features. Connor looked up from the coffee-maker, where he’d been dutifully brewing a fresh pot, holding his silence for an extended period, his LED flashing in the surprise that he was even being addressed.

“Pardon me?” he softly replied. He couldn’t help suddenly seeing himself in more than just the RK900’s identical face. For all the perfected model’s complexity and fine-tuning, he was just like Connor during his first mission- naive, confused, bewildered.

“Lieutenant Anderson is very fond of you,” the RK900 stated. “How can I accomplish such a thing between Detective Reed and myself?”

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“Fire department’s on the way,” a familiar-looking uniformed officer called out as Hank and Connor arrived on the scene, followed closely by Detective Reed and his partner, the RK900.

The front of the apartment building was flashing in bright red and blue from the parked police cars, and the sidewalk was lined with the frightened occupants from said building. Another police car pulled up while the growing group of officers stood together.

“What’s the delay?” Hank asked the uniformed officer, who’d arrived first.

“Evening rush hour,” the officer answered. “The traffic is slowing down response time.”

The RK900 had done just the same as Connor: he’d scanned the building, gathering whatever pertinent details were readily available from just a glance, then he looked from the structure, back to the officers in his company.

“Why was there no alarm in the first place?” he asked. There were already a few people being treated nearby by first responders, thanks to the toxic fumes which had filled their residence. “Isn’t it standard for heavily occupied buildings such as these to have emergency devices in place?”

“Sometimes the landlords at these kinds of places just don’t give a shit,” Detective Reed answered his android partner, gesturing at the building over his shoulder with one thumb before he folded his arms across his chest. “And in this neighborhood? I’m not surprised.”

“We can sweep the building, to make sure everyone was evacuated from inside,” Connor stated, turning to steal another observant glance at the place, before looking back at the group. “There are four android officers here. We can safely do this in ten minutes or less.”

His dark eyes were soft with concern, shining in the flashing lights from their cars, but his body was straight with determination and Connor set his gaze upon the person who he knew could ultimately make the call for them to act on his suggestion- Hank.

Hank didn’t deliberate on it long, as Connor expected. The danger presented to the androids was minimal, but to any potential humans still inside, very high. He gave a nod and a sweeping gesture, and Connor turned on heel with quick, precise movements. He had yet to take one step toward the building, however, before the weight of Hank’s hand was laid upon his shoulder and the man said, “Be careful.”

Hank’s voice was a bit distant as he spoke and the reason was readily evident. At just that small sign of connection between them, Gavin’s head fell forward and he let out a snide, breathy chuckle.

Connor said nothing, opting to nod to Hank before setting to work, tailed by the RK900 and two different PM700s, which had arrived with the uniformed officers. “We can spread out, searching two floors each,” Connor directed the team. “You take the first and second, you take the third and fourth. Maintain communication the entire time.”

“Yes, sir,” the PM units answered. The team entered the emergency stairwell together, then broke off one at a time, at the appropriate floors. Shortly, only Connor and the RK900 were left, still ascending.

Connor stole a glance at the android near his side. It had been weeks since their chat in the break room, and if Connor had to judge, Detective Reed hadn’t changed at all. Still, he supposed that it didn’t hurt to ask. “Has the situation between yourself and your partner improved at all?”

The RK900's intense gaze shifted from directly ahead, to offering Connor a sideways glance. One might have expected him, of all androids, to have a kind of focus on his work that bordered severe. However, what one expected and what was observable were two, vastly different things.

He was much more at ease than even Connor, performing his duty with a relaxed sort of confidence, and a smile on his face like he knew something that Connor did not. “It’s.. taken a curious and unexpected turn,” he answered, trying to be brief, but coming across unnecessarily mischievous.

Connor didn’t have time to question him any further. As they came up on the fifth floor, the RK900 asked, “Should I take the next two floors, then, sir?”

“Please,” Connor answered, going back to his own state of intensive focus on the mission and continuing the climb to the upper floors on his own.

Later, after the androids had finished the sweep, Connor watched as the lone human they located, passed out on his livingroom floor, was loaded into an ambulance, an oxygen mask over his face. The RK900 was at Connor’s side, reaching out to gently reassure by pressing one, strong hand to Connor’s back.

“You did an excellent job,” he said. “That man might owe you his life.”

“Uh.. Thank you,” Connor replied, feeling as though the ability to form words stalled ever so slightly at the touch. “And can we perhaps speak more about that ‘curious and unexpected turn’ soon?”

“Soon,” the RK900 replied, the same mysterious smile as before suddenly returning to his face. “Would you mind visiting me, at my residence, after work?”

“I don’t mind,” Connor said with a curt nod. Still, it did seem unusual for the other android to ask to meet after hours over what amounted to gossip. Their LEDs both flashed while the RK900 sent Connor the address, then they went their separate ways.

As asked, Connor went immediately to the address provided when his shift was done. It wasn’t without some probing from Hank, but the man was understanding enough, after Connor explained.

Connor was a bit overly punctual, as he arrived before the RK900. He was left to wait outside of the other android’s motel room door for seventeen minutes and thirty four seconds. When the RK900 did arrive, he apologized for his lateness and let Connor inside.

Connor immediately recognized the motel room from the memory he’d received from the RK900 weeks prior: the mattress, the window and the streetlight outside which had cast the RK900's frame in a harsh, silvery silhouette.

He removed his shoes and left them at the door, walking a few more paces into the room before stopping and looking around, if only to avoid standing awkwardly with his hands folded. “So,” he began as the RK900 shed his jacket, folding it tidily and setting it aside, “what was it that you needed to tell me?”

“I want to show you,” the RK900's voice was a smooth purr. He turned to Connor, posture straight, arms loosely folded behind his back. “I want you to see my latest interactions with my partner and I’d like to receive your feedback.”

“So you’d like for me to tutor you?” Connor had a curious knit between his brows and his eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth were upturned in gentle amusement. From what he’d seen, the RK900 was perfectly capable of dealing with human interaction, so the better question was, ‘why?’

“You are my predecessor,” the RK900 stated, matter-of-fact. “All of my programming was written based on data collected by you. There’s no one more qualified to instruct me.”

For a moment, Connor could hardly believe he’d been so intimidated by the other’s existence, to the point of giving him the cold-shoulder to begin with. Now, this superior creature was flattering him and suddenly he understood how Hank had felt, when they first began working together.

“Also,” the RK900 continued, “as I said before, something very intriguing occurred, something that I believe involves you. Please,” he gestured to the bed, “make yourself comfortable and we can set right to work.”

“Very well,” Connor complied. He took off his own jacket, decidedly laying it across a nearby armchair, then he rolled up his sleeves, seating himself at the edge of the bed as prompted. The RK900 sat himself down at Connor’s side, leaving a few inches of space between them.

The heft of the RK900's frame against the soft cushion of the mattress left Connor a bit off-centered, and he tipped slightly toward him as he sat. Then, as though to help Connor regain his balance, the RK900 placed a hand against Connor’s shoulder.

“Is this okay?” the RK900 asked, his hand lingering on Connor’s shoulder, the sound of his voice smooth and calm. Even his normally steely gaze was suddenly softer, more like Hank’s.

“Yeah,” Connor nodded, offering his arm to the other for the requested sync. “Let’s begin.”

The RK900 agreed, nodding his head, though the movement of it was minimal. The artificial skin over his hand drew away and he placed his palm against Connor’s bare wrist, connecting.

The data exchange was much more extensive than it had been the very first time they did this and it was quickly made clear as to why the RK900 saw fit to set time aside for this. A week’s worth of interactions between the RK900 and Detective Reed flashed through Connor’s processors.

There was the usual, ‘go get me a coffee,’ type of behavior, as to be expected, but day after day, the RK900 adapted, as advised by Connor. He tracked Gavin’s eating schedule, his caffeine intake, leaving coffees on his desk at the appropriate times, rather than waiting to be asked.

There was even a day when Gavin had missed his usual meal and the RK900 looked across his desk at him and cooly said, “Let’s go to lunch, Detective. My treat.” Apparently, all of the kindness in the world couldn’t dissuade the rude behavior and name-calling, however.

Interestingly enough, Gavin’s use of the term ‘plastic’ saw a decline around the third day, replaced very suddenly by a new nickname- ‘Connor 2.’ Connor might have cringed at that, were he able to react to all of this in real time. He could tell from the read of the data, though, that the RK900 wasn’t impressed by it, either.

Connor drew back for a moment, interrupting the data stream. “Have you decided on a name yet?” he asked, thinking it odd that he was still inwardly calling this other person by their model.

“RK900 suits me as well as any other designation,” he replied. “Giving myself a human-like name only serves as a facade to comfort them and allow them to erase from their minds that I am not a human but an android.”

“You don’t find going by your model number a bit..” Connor trailed off, his brow furrowing, “degrading?”

“I’ve repurposed it to suit my needs,” the RK900 stated, though his eyes averted while he did. There was a slight pause, a contemplative one, then he said, “But I have considered other names. What do you think of.. Nathaniel?”

“Hmm,” Connor smiled as he processed it, the sound and feel of it. He would have expected such an efficient machine to select something that took a bit less effort to pronounce. “Maybe. Let me think about it. Uhh.. I’ll continue in the mean time.”

The androids reconnected and the data stream resumed. On the fourth day of the past week, the RK900 and Detective Reed were in the human’s car, on their way to a scene when Gavin flung a pack of cigarettes across the car, at the RK900.

The android caught the half-full pack before it struck him, then turned a look of silent questioning to the human, searching for an explanation for this bizarre behavior. “I’m trying to quit. My damn mother is ridin’ my ass about it, so.. just hold on to those for me, and if I ask for them back say no, okay?”

“I see.” The RK900's fingers tightened around the pack, feeling the empty space gently crumple, then he tucked the item away, in one of his jacket pockets. The action was accompanied by an amused titter, which caused Gavin to take his eyes off the road for four seconds.

“So you’d like for me to disobey your orders?” the RK900 stated with some satisfaction, an upturn at one corner of his mouth. “Now -that- I can do, gladly.”

“No, no,” Gavin said hurriedly, taking one hand off the steering wheel to rap his knuckles against the RK900's arm. “I’m ordering you not to give them to me.”

“You’re ordering me to disregard your orders.”

“Alright, look, if you wanna be a smartass about it, nevermind, okay? Just give them back.”

The RK900 set his heaviest gaze on the human, a small, delighted smile on his lips, the kind which made him look the part of the killing machine he was perfectly capable of being, then he said, “No.”

This entire exchange devolved into Gavin attempting to take the pack of cigarettes back by force, while the RK900 fended him off and occasionally took the steering wheel in order to prevent a horrific accident, which would only succeed in killing one of them.

Eventually, the RK900 lost his patience and pushed Gavin fully against his own car door, his voice coming out commanding but calm as he said, “Place your hands on the wheel.”

Strangely, Gavin obeyed, though not without muttering the word, ‘prick,’ though his tone sounded reasonably amused. Even more strangely, upon scanning the human after the little tussle, he noticed some very odd signs of excitement. Perhaps Gavin was just a daredevil and it meant nothing, though.

The next day, just as the signs of withdrawal were becoming intense, the RK900 approached Gavin’s desk with a peace offering. He slid a packet of nicotine gum over so that it was tucked underneath the human’s hand. The RK900 lingered, with his pinky pressed to Gavin’s.

“I thought this might ease your endeavor to quit smoking,” he said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Gavin breathed like he was ashamed of the word, clutching at the packet of gum and wringing a piece from the foil straight away.

A few hours later, the RK900 made an effort to test a hypothesis of sorts. While he and his partner were working, he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and left it in the passenger seat of Gavin’s car, opting to go without it.

As expected, the sight of the RK900's powerful body, wrapped solely in the form-fitting black top that he wore beneath his jacket, seemingly welcomed the human’s gaze. Gavin spent a much longer time than average with his eyes focused on his partner, on top of other measurable, physical reactions.

When they were finished with their work, and had climbed back into the car, the RK900 bluntly spoke the words, “Would you like to fuck me, Detective Reed?”

“The fuck?” The human reacted with a predictable display of abhorrence, though the RK900 knew full well that it was all pretense. Even so, he backpedaled for the human’s comfort.

“I’ve been taking responsibility for many of your basic needs,” he explained. “So I saw no harm in making the offer, if it was something that stood to interest you.”

“Oh, so it’s not because thoughts of me are keeping you up at night and making you unbearably horny?” Gavin scoffed, propping his elbow at the edge of his car window. “Well that’s too fuckin’ bad.”

“I’ve had thoughts, yes,” the RK900 piped up, as smooth and disconcertingly calm as ever. His mind was an incredible machine, and sure, he’d preconstructed plenty of scenarios, if only because he was capable of doing so, and it amused him. Of course, he was also saying this to flatter the man. “We can discuss it more in detail, if you’d like.”

“Yeah, no thanks, freak,” Gavin said, laughing in that mocking way he did. It always sounded the same, like the laugh itself was muscle memory. He faked it so easily. He used it to cover up his sudden nervousness and it did absolutely zero good. The RK900 left the subject alone, however.

And then, later that night, he welcomed Gavin into his motel room, much as he’d invited Connor inside on this particular evening.

Alone together in the low lights, the human’s desires were stripped down to their raw, naked form. He didn’t talk much at all, as if he believed refusing to say anything disguised altogether who he was and what he was doing. But the moment he stepped inside the door, his hands were all over the android, like his palms had been itching so long to touch him.

Gavin tore the android’s top off, palms clutching at the RK900's hips while his mouth fell hard and feverish against the android's chest, lapping and biting at the broad expanse of it like the starved, little animal that he was. The RK900's palm pushed against the back of the man’s head, fingers tightly furling in his hair in encouragement.

They paced back toward the bed, the RK900 precise and measured, Gavin clumsy and stumbling, entangled in one another all the way. Gavin’s own top was pulled over his head and cast aside, just as the back of the RK900's legs touched the edge of the bed and he seated himself there.

The RK900's hands went hurriedly to the human’s belt, unbuckling it with fast, easy movements, all while the heat of his mouth left wet kisses upon the human’s belly, the tip of his nose following the course trail of hair that descended and disappeared beneath the hem of Gavin’s jeans.

When the button and fly came undone, the RK900 pushed the man’s jeans and underwear swiftly down, allowing the human’s hard-on to bob proudly free with a quiet, breathy sound from Gavin. The RK900 glanced upward at the man, catching an odd expression on his face-

It was like Gavin was seeing his partner for the first time, ever, and there was something there, underneath the wrinkle of aroused intensity. The amber light of the room was much like candle light, minus the flickering, and in it, Gavin’s features were darkened; his hair and eyes were nearly black, while his skin was a soft umber.

The man’s eyes narrowed, his eagerness beginning to borderline pleading, and as satisfying as that could have been, the RK900 did not drive him to it. Instead, he palmed the man’s cock at the base and slowly took it into his mouth.

His sensors erupted with data input at the sensation, and at the man’s nearness; the saline taste of the man’s precum, the feeling of him, fully hard atop the android’s tongue, and the musky scent of his body, hot and radiant.

It was little effort for the android to swallow the man down, to have his cock touching the back of his throat and pushing further, until the RK900's nose was bumping the rough hair of the man’s pubes each time he took him in and out again.

The blowjob amounted to foreplay, because it didn’t last for very long, and Gavin didn’t exactly need too much encouragement to ready himself for other deeds. The man placed his hand against the android’s shoulder and pushed him back, saying, ‘”Alright, alright, plastic.”

The RK900 noted the strange return to the former nickname, but he didn’t dwell on it, resentful as he was. With another push against his shoulder, he laid himself back, while Gavin bent over him, unbuttoning his pants and thrusting his hands down them, to probe.

A curious expression crossed Gavin’s features, like he knew that android privates were always a surprise, and he seemed to enjoy the suspense of it. His fingers soon slid low enough to find the soft, wet cleft between his lover’s legs, and he pushed two fingers inside.

“Ahh,” the Rk900 moaned lowly, spreading his thighs wide to encourage the touch. Gavin shoved his fingers inside, so they were swallowed to the knuckle, then he bent them forcefully, repeatedly.

“You must really want it, plastic,” he said, that same, tired laugh punctuating his sentences, like everything had to be a goddamn joke. The RK900 gave no reply, as he felt the obvious statement wasn’t a question so much as it was self-encouragement for the man.

Gavin slid his fingers free and they were wholly slick from the android’s fluids, glinting and wet in the light. That didn’t stop him, though, from using that same hand to pull the android’s pants off fully, at last. The two of them readjusted atop the mattress, with the human dipping his hips between the android’s thighs and finally pushing his cock inside.

“Mmm,” the RK900 purred, eyes clenched shut, fingers tightening in the sheets. It wasn’t an uncomfortable stretch, but a pleasant one, one his body had apprehended and welcomed. Gavin pushed in to the hilt, his hips bumping slowly, softly at first, like he was just enjoying the initial sensation of being engulfed in the other’s wet heat.

The man tightly fondled at the RK900's thick thighs in appreciation while he buried himself inside the android again and again. His moans were quiet at first, his pace steady, the flick of his hips producing wet sounds as he fucked that plastic pussy, which had so clearly needed to be fucked.

The RK900 only offered further confirmation of his great need, when he nudged his foot against Gavin’s thigh, and said, “Come on, more.” Gavin made a clicking sound with his mouth, sucking his teeth in rebuke, but nevertheless, he obeyed.

Gavin bent himself over the RK900, his hands positioned at each side of the android’s head, his hips pushing deeper between the other's thighs as he picked up the pace. He shoved himself in hard and fast, until his android lover’s head turned aside, his mouth falling open in oncoming rapture.

“That’s what you like, huh?” Gavin muttered, breathless, his voice rough and low, chorused by wet slaps while he pounded into the android beneath him. “Is that what’s good for ya’?”

Connor took his hand back from the RK900 suddenly, his eyes averting from the android at his side, his sensors studying the room around him in all new familiarity. “I’m sorry,” he began, “but it seems to me that you’ve had glaring success in this endeavor. What more is there for me to say?”

“If you don’t mind, just stick with it for a bit longer,” came the gentle encouragement of the other android, his voice reasonable and holding a mysterious kind of promise, “and pay attention to what happens next.”

“Alright,” Connor agreed, setting his hand in the RK900's palm and reconnecting, allowing the flood of data to rush into him once more. Gavin was on top of the RK900, looking down at him with intense focus as he fucked him. He bent lower, his body flush against the android’s.

The RK900 was built and solid, but soft and warm to the touch. His sounds had turned breathy in pleasure, and one of Gavin’s arms had folded behind his head, while his other palm was pressed to the android’s cheek. His hips were pounding hard against the RK900, his cock thrusting deep. His skin was moist, his movements uneven, his heart rate high, and then he came inside.

The man’s load shot inside with noticeable warmth and the RK900 let out a gasp of pleasure, even though he hadn’t finished. He supposed it would have been an opportune time for him to come as well, but had he done so, his auditory sensors might have missed the soft, choked word that fell off Gavin’s lips as he finished inside.

“--Connor!”

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Not really an ask so apologies in advance. I just wanted to say I really love Coma Baby, and I always look forward to reading it when a new chapter comes out. I'm only saying this here because...i see the other comments all going into depth on why they like it so much and it's a trifle intimidating. Stupid, I know. I just wanted to let you know how awesome I think you are

Aww thank you so much, friend. ♡ And don't worry, I appreciate your message regardless of the content. Knowing that people still enjoy Coma Baby, and still look forward to it even though the fandom is getting old now-- that gives me a lot of joy. So thank you for writing me.

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Drew this as a late xmas gift for @banishedone!! this is Brivere from his Sidlink fic Coma Baby!! AND I LOVE HIM 

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DBH //18+

The RK900 was newly activated and hadn’t even settled on a name yet when he began working for the DPD. Connor ignored him in the beginning for the sake of dealing with his personal feelings toward the new, superior model, but he couldn’t help but think that the RK900 had been done a disservice, when he was partnered with Gavin Reed.

“How do we endear ourselves to them, Connor?” the RK900 spoke up one day, when he and Connor were alone in the break room. They’d scarcely said more to one another than curt sentences that averaged four to five words, so as conversation went, this was an odd occurrence.

The RK900 was seated at one of the break room tables, an intense expression shadowing his otherwise neutral features. Connor looked up from the coffee-maker, where he’d been dutifully brewing a fresh pot, holding his silence for an extended period, his LED flashing in the surprise that he was even being addressed.

“Pardon me?” he softly replied. He couldn’t help suddenly seeing himself in more than just the RK900's identical face. For all the perfected model’s complexity and fine-tuning, he was just like Connor during his first mission- naive, confused, bewildered.

“Lieutenant Anderson is very fond of you,” the RK900 stated. “How can I accomplish such a thing between Detective Reed and myself?”

That was loaded question, and Connor blinked in consideration. Gavin Reed was a whole other piece of work compared to Hank. He processed, trying to boil it down to a simplified methodology. “Being sensitive to their basic needs as human beings helps to soften them up.”

“They already expect as much,” the RK900 replied, his steely eyes narrowing at how many ‘orders’ he’d received from his ‘partner’ over the last week. He’d never lived in bondage as other androids had and his patience for the demanding behavior of humans had turned paper thin.

“It’s frustrating,” Connor said, his pretty lips forming a small, sympathetic smile. His entire being exuded such deceptive softness, just existing within his vicinity had a dream-like effect. The RK900 had to tuck his envy aside, knowing that his predecessor made it look so easy.

“Play by their rules at first,” Connor explained. “It’s demeaning, but if it eventually changes their minds about us, I think it’s worthwhile.”

“It shouldn’t be our responsibility to make them realize that we’re people too,” the RK900 uttered, resentment palpable. It must have been hard to know so little of life, and already be embittered to the idea of it.

“Maybe seeing some of what I do for Hank will give you a better idea of how to deal with Detective Reed?” Connor offered, striding over the where the RK900 was seated. He swore that a pulse of energy echoed through his entire frame the moment he drew near, but he ignored it. It was a light rain shower compared to the storm surge he felt as his artificial skin drew back over his hand and he outstretched it to synch up with the RK900.

He showed the RK900 much of his experiences willingly- small acts of care that weathered Hank’s walls, from preparing meals for the man when he lacked the motivation to do so, to the various occurrences of being made to choose Hank’s life over his own objectives.

But then something unexpected happened. Connor doubted that it was intentional on the RK900's part, but rather an accident that came with his design. He was like a black, swirling vortex that swallowed information so quickly and fully that his source was rendered entrapped in his gravitational pull.

Before Connor even knew it, he was spilling out personal data. Instances of intimate contact between himself and Hank flashed over from him to the other, beginning with the most recent occurrence.

He’d walked to the station washroom in the most casual manner, only to find his partner in one of the stalls, his pants around his knees, his swollen cock in hand. Hank had a telling, reddish flush across his face and his chest was heaving with frantic breath. When he peered up to see Connor standing there, it was with a knowing glance, as though to say, ‘what took you so long?’

“How unprofessional,” Connor chided, his lips curved into an impish grin, his dark eyes smoldering in the low light. He locked the stall door behind himself, crouching before the human so that he was eye-level with Hank’s hard-on. It was a deep red at the tip, eagerly swollen and ruddy from the friction of Hank’s big, rough hands jerking it.

Connor’s elegant fingers moved along Hank’s, which were loosely holding his erection at the base. The android’s fingertips traced the dips between Hank’s knuckles, and in a hushed voice he said, “I’ll take care of this for you. But only if you promise to get straight back to work, after. There’s lost time to make up for, Lieutenant.”

“Ah, Connor,” the man said lowly, his voice a deep growl. His other hand was placed against Connor’s head, fingers stroking the android’s hair in encouragement while Connor bent his head down to take Hank into his mouth, eliciting a choked noise of pleasure. “Go on, then. Give me that pretty, plastic mouth.”

Connor sharply yanked his hand back from the Rk900, his eyes shooting away from the other in embarrassment. The RK900, on the other hand, only blinked in critical analysis of all he’d seen. “..I understand,” he said after a moment, painfully neutral.

“I’m sorry,” Connor uttered, an ache twisting in his gut. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

“It’s okay,” said the RK900. “I’m certain that it was helpful information, all of it. And you’re quite right, intimacy does tend to make them much more.. agreeable. I myself have had sex with one of the uniformed officers, but I hadn’t considered it an option with Detective Reed.”

Connor’s head snapped forward with mechanical quickness, and his eyes newly fixed on the RK900, who now wore a mischievous smile of his own. It was a disconcerting sight on his face. “..I misjudged you,” Connor stated.

“Would you like to see?” the RK900 offered, still wearing that same smile, his hands extending back to Connor, offering further exchange of information. “It only seems fair.”

Connor was unbelievably curious and couldn’t resist the urge to accept. However, it was not without some moral limitations. “We should both delete the visual information afterwards. The humans would certainly consider this an invasion of privacy.”

“Fair enough,” the RK900 agreed. Connor pressed his palm to the other android’s and they synched once more. The event played out in an awkwardly frank, abrupt way. The RK900 bluntly stated that he was available for intimacy in reply to another officer’s comment about his build.

The other man accepted like there was no other option, but everything about the RK900 left him wary, that much was easy to see. He looked on the RK900's bare flesh with nervous wonder and touched him with even more care, like he was some hapless prey, falling into a black-widowesque trap.

In the end, the man watched in aroused satisfaction at the beauty of this perfect creature, in equally perfect bliss. The RK900's body was upright at the edge of the mattress, his back curved so that his prominent chest was pushed out, his thighs wide-splayed to allow the human to pound into his dripping pussy.

Then, when the RK900 came, his normally neutral face furrowed and a deep, guttural moan was set free, his lips parting wide enough to show the glinting sharp of his ever-so-slightly elongated canines.

Connor took his hand back much more calmly this time, but while his face no longer showed his embarrassment, his LED flickered red for a few, quiet moments after the synch was done. “So,” he awkwardly began, “you didn’t think to try that with Detective Reed?”

“It seemed a breach of our professional relationship,” the RK900 concluded. “Also, he doesn’t show many signs of attraction toward me. If anything, his lingering disdain for you, in particular, often gets aimed at me.”

“Oh,” Connor replied. It was true, Gavin still hadn’t stopped going tense, and puffing like an alley cat in his presence. Connor reflected on the swift beating he’d dealt the human before, a satisfied curve at the corners of his mouth. “I’m sorry that it inconvenienced you. I need to get back to work now, but please, keep me updated on the situation. Good luck.”

The RK900 gifted his predecessor a small, rare smile. “Of course. Thank you for your help, Connor.”

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*bursts through the door* I heard there was Sidlink

And that's why there's no doors in Zora's Domain. Impeding people from acquiring the SidLink is punishable by law.

Ahem. Hello anon. Yes, I'm responsible for a very big SidLink story known as Coma Baby.

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I started reading your sidlink fic around last year and it was ABSOLUTELY AMAZING but unfortunately I didn’t have the time to keep reading it. Is there any pre-existing post that I can read to get a quick recap before I start reading again? Or do you know anyone that may be willing to help me ;u;

What chapter are you starting from anon? I can probably get you up to speed.

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