[littlemixed]

shoutout to all the girls & women in their late teens and twenties who have never been kissed, never dated, never had sex, etc. society loves to make us feel isolated and like we’re doing something wrong or we’re failures.

just know that ur time will come and that life’s not all about that stuff anyway. you do you and don’t let anyone define u by ur experiences or lack thereof. ur amazing, ur beautiful & i love u

[kasper-the-ghost]

If you love PMA and you know it, clap your hands!

[mehlwrites]

not now, not ever.

Because who else could Nines fall for, but for his silent, stubborn, hot-headed, work-obsessed partner?

“Why?” you huffed as you pushed him down, your knees on either side of his torso. Gun pressed on his head, your hands shook as he stared at you.

“Aren’t you supposed to follow your fucking orders, Nines?” you asked, gritting your teeth. He’s not used to this, to be on the other end of your aggression.

You were partners, assigned by the captain after the integration of androids into society. He was the cold-blooded machine while you were the quiet but hot-headed detective of your precinct. Everyone thought you would’ve killed the android within two weeks of your partnership but you surprisingly worked well together.

It’s been eight months since you’ve met him and you thought everything was going well. You had the highest amount of closed cases in the precinct and you found the balance in your partnership. At least, you thought you did.

You had been on a stake-out. Red ice dealings were happening in an old abandoned shoe factory and you were assigned to catch the dealers. It was only a small dealing but the captain ordered that you get the perpetrators for questioning. You’ve been on the trail of their network for a while now and you just needed a few more key information to crack them down.

“You were comprised and something had to be done, Detective,” Nines spoke, his LED blue. Of course, even having a gun on his head won’t terrify him.

“What made you think that letting the goddamn criminals go was a good fucking plan?!” you shouted.

Now, it was his turn to glare at you.

“Detective, you were the one who they got surrounded. You were the one that had to be saved because you did not think things through.”

You gritted your teeth. Even if you didn’t want to admit it, he was right.

You thought you had them. You thought that they were all already inside and that it was the perfect time to go in. You were wrong.

They knew you were coming. Maybe it was through a snitch in the DPD or they found one of your contacts, you don’t know. Whoever it was, they knew that you were going to be here tonight.

“You had a clear shot, Nines. Why didn’t you take it?”

You knew it was unfair, that you were only taking out your frustrations on the RK900. You knew that the failure of your mission had been your fault.

When your gun ran out of ammo, you had been surrounded by perps. As much as you took pride in being a good fighter, there had been too many of them. As the fight continued, you started to struggle. Why couldn’t you have been built like an android instead?

You had cursed then, regretting that you had agreed to split up with Nines earlier in the mission. It had seemed to be a good idea at the time, thinking you could cover more area and exits.

One of them got you with a knife. With a stab on your shoulder, they had you. They pulled you, turning you to suddenly face Nines, who had heard the commotion and ran towards the source. He had aimed his gun on the man’s head. His LED was red as he stared at the man pulling the knife out of your shoulder and then pressing it against your throat.

“Answer me, Nines! I know you. You must’ve known the perfect time and place to shoot. Even if it would’ve caused me some injury, why didn’t you?!”

He had let them go. He dropped his gun, like a fucking idiot, in exchange for the promise of your safety. You were lucky that the perp who had you didn’t slice your throat even after Nines threw his gun away.

“The dealer who had me was young. He was shaking and you must’ve known he couldn’t have actually killed me,” you said, arms slightly shaking.

“He still had no problem in stabbing you, Y/N. I couldn’t take that chance.”

You pressed the gun closer to his head. “Stop bullshitting me, Nines. You could’ve shot him, even with the risk of me being damaged.”

You knew you were being unfair but you’re just so livid with yourself. You didn’t know how else to express your frustrations.

And then, he had grabbed your arm. He twisted it, forcing you to let the gun go. He got your arm stuck behind you. He leaned in, close to your ear and you could feel yourself burn.

“Why do you speak as if you’re a machine, Y/N? You are human. Such damagesare detrimental and are not as temporary on you as they are on an android.”

“Cut the crap, Nines! Months ago, you and I both know you would’ve taken that fucking shot,” you said. You wanted to turn towards him but he had a firm grip on you. “You know that I wouldn’t care if the bullet had grazed me if it meant making sure those assholes would give us the information we needed.”

His grip on you seemed to tighten. He knew that statement was true. You and Nines knew that both of you would do anything for the mission. That’s what made you both accept each other as partners. So why hadn’t he done what was needed for the mission?

“Why didn’t you shoot?” you huff, arms and knees weak, knowing that this was leading nowhere.

A beat. And then–

He had slammed you down on the floor, his hands on either side of your face, taking hold of your arms. He kicked away the gun from the both of you, glaring at you. As you stared at the red light of his LED, you knew you fucked up.

“Why? You’re asking me why Y/N?”

You stared at his grey eyes and you can’t help but feel as if he’s suffocating you. You stared at his sharp jawline and the curve of his neck, his features suddenly too much. You wanted to push him away but you can’t.

He leaned in, too close for your comfort but you can’t help the rush of heat. Why, why, why?

“You keep getting under my skin, you stubborn, hot-tempered, foolish human. You’re so willing to throw away your life away as if it’s replaceable,” he said, gritting his teeth. “You don’t even care about the consequences, about the harm that you may cause to other people with your recklessness.”

“How dare you–”

He slammed his fist by the side of your face. You froze.

“You have more worth than these missions, Y/N.”

Red, red, red.

Grey eyes bore into yours and you drown.

“You’re not something I’m willing to risk. Not now. Not ever.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare. Your eyes wide as you stared at him. And then you wondered, you wondered if he realized the meaning of his words, if he knew you were burning under his gaze.

He’s a machine. He’s supposed to be a goddamn machine.

But as his LED remained red, you wondered what exactly will become of the two of you after this.

Fuck.

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[blackgirlart]

2 million people aren’t wrong

[lukelemon-art]

Hey, you!

You are beautiful, kind and awesome. I hope you will be happy!

Okay, keep scrolling.

[haiikyuus-remade]

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[fairiescript-blog]

What You Know

 Gavin Reed x Reader

Fluff, Smut throughout, and fluffy angst if thats a thing?

Word Count | 6.5k

     He’s too rough for her, look those bruises, coming in with new ones almost every day,” and,

     ‘He has to be keeping her against her will, she so soft and he’s just too angry for her. Poor thing trying to fix something too broken, I just hope she gets away from him soon.’

     Abusive. That’s what your co-workers, friends and family believe Gavin is. A man too bitter, too angry and harsh to ever love another person. And when you had defended him that he isn’t like that when the two of are alone and that there is a different side to him. They just sneer and berate you as if you’re a child then wonder if you could hear how ridiculous you sound. Going on to disregard and ignore everything you would say afterwards. Far too wrapped up in themselves telling you they believe is unfolding or will in the near the future and then try and convince you to leave him as if they know what’s best. All the while offering to help you meet someone better.

     It never stops. At first you thought that maybe their comments would fade into the background. Or that maybe they would come to see how happy you are and listen. It still hasn’t died down only getting strong a few months ago. And so you’ve have taken to doing the same. Ignoring them. Every word falls on deaf ears, look of pity you look straight through, you keep your words about him to yourself. Because at the end of the day it doesn’t matter. You’re the one who knows him best, who knows intimately the person he is behind the rough edges and that’s all that matters.

     This is what you tell yourself as you watch all four mismatching kittens. Who with plenty of care from both Gavin and You and the rest of the adult cats are now happy and healthy little ones. With only Astra having a short patch of fur on her hind leg where they had to amputate being the only reminder of how they once were sick and left in a box to die in a home that Gavin was sent to for a case. If you told them how caring and compassionate he is towards his cats, towards you they would scoff. Unable to get it through their heads that he is the man who took this box of kittens with him back to his work and sat with them in the breakroom till you were able to pick them up and take them to the vet.

     Through all through all the fights with them, all their judgment here you still are lying in the home that you share with Gavin Wearing one of his sweaters which you had worn to work, watching you’re fuzzy feline children and fiddling with the engagement ring on your finger, the date not that far off now. Every time you see one of them staring at it, pride flares up that Gavin Reed is your fiancé, your soon to be future husband, the father to your feline children: yours. And there is nothing they can say or do to change it.

     In three weeks you are going to walk down the aisle in your wedding dress looking at only him. Watching him try to hold back tears as you come to meet him at the altar. And they are going to watch and sit through Gavin’s and Yours’ vows for one another while keeping their peace throughout. And when you say I do and his lips meet yours maybe it will finally sink it that no amount of disproval or judgment will get you to leave Gavin. And when both of you head off to your honeymoon destination it won’t matter anymore. Because you’ll be with the love of your life.

     Just thinking about it as a smile spilling onto your face as you hold back squeals about the approaching date so you don’t disturb the little ones feeding from and falling asleep right after. Reaching out and petting Little Miss behind her half missing ear as she melts into your touch and starts to loudly purr. Just as the door knob jiggles catching your attention. You’re wearing the same euthanistic smile as a grumpy Gavin fills the doorway. His stormy gray eyes dark, his lips twisted into a snarl as he quietly shuts the door. Shrugs his jacket off and tossing it onto the sofa by Oreo. Who Gavin gives a pet under his chin and coaxing a purr out of him and leans over to kiss right before his ears.

     Stomping his way over to you and falling to his knees draping himself on top of you. Some of the tension fleeting his body as he nuzzles into your breasts and relaxes. You have to fight back a snort that he went straight for nuzzling his face into your chest. His hums contentment expressing his gratitude as you run your fingers through his hair disturbing melting fat snow flurries. You could already tell by the fact that he texted he was on the way home rather than call that tonight was rougher than normal. Hence the zombie-like shambling about and grunts. Though through care, soft touches and an abundance of attention you could get him to unravel and rejoin the land of the living once more. Which is why the bedroom is ready yet you can’t bring yourself to get him up just yet.

     So you just enjoy the moment breathing in when he breaths out, your chest falling as his rises. He’s listening to your heartbeat again, something that he often does when his mind is racing and he can’t get it to stop. The soft pounding of your heart grounds him, allows him to focus on one thing alone and remind him that even through all the shit and frustration his favorite kitten is going to be there for him. Something he shared with you one night in the soft afterglow haze, your bodies sticky with sweat as you held each other. Similar to how you are now, right after he said he loves you while pressing kissing along your shoulder. It was the third time he told you so.

     The first came out of nowhere in one night when you were cuddling in front of the fireplace. No great gestures were needed because just sitting there close to him was more than enough for you. With his walls finally deconstructed in utter emotional vulnerability display how much he trusts and loves you to let you in. To let you explore the deepest parts of him that his harsh edges and rough outer self-hides. A part of him he claims would have withered away to nothingness without you.

     There are so many memories of just Gavin and You with your cat children behind closed doors, all little treasures you keep to yourself to cherish. And tonight while similar to the rest will be another one to add to the abundances of soft, warm winter nights spent indoors.

     “Come on,” mummering soothingly with an almost coo as he grumbles in light annoyance at having to get up. Gavin is even pouting slightly as you stand up and grab his head, a look that quickly vanishes as you lead him towards the bedroom. Zombie stumbling after you, his footsteps heavy.. And you can already tell he is seconds away from draping himself on you again when you open the bedroom door. Showing a large fluffy towel resting on the middle of the bed and unlit candles around the room with a half used bottle of massage oil on the bedside table. Just the sight of it, is enough to makes his shoulders slump as he heads for the bed.

     Slipping off his boots as you grab the lighter and go about lighting up the clusters of candles. He is already shirtless and resting on his stomach melting into the bed by the time your flicking off the overhead light and taking the time to admire him aglow in the soft candle light. Before slipping out of your clothes down to only panties.

     Grabbing the oil then climb onto the bed where you settle yourself comfortably on him, sitting on his juicy butt. Pouring the oil onto his backside which you then lather your hands in. The familiar scent of cinnamon wafting delicately into the air, mixing with the apple spice scented candles. Which you take deep breaths of as you spread the oil over his scared back. Some scars are from fights others  from fights during cases. Though you guess the little moon shaped ones during a night of rather rough angry sex on his shoulders could also come from a fight though more like the making up aftermath of it.

    The moment your hands dig into his lower back a sigh that escapes him, a sound sweet like honey. In silence you work your way up his muscular backside only to drag your hands back down and start again. Relishing the in how scars and his firm sculpted backside feel beneath your hands. Your thighs clenching at his heavy groans of pleasure, your heart strings tugging at the grunts of pain. While making sure to give those spots extra attention in working out the tense muscles and smarting knots. Already wet from excitement at what comes after his massage. You just know he is hard and pressing into the bed. His hips involuntarily digging into the bed seeking out friction confirming it.

    Leaning down and licking the sweet flavored oil from between his shoulder blades smirking when Gavin shivers. His body tensing up as you press yourself against him reaching up and lacing your fingers through his.  Oil getting on your torso as you relax on top of him, pressing kisses against his neck along his dark hairline. Till you hear a soft,

    “For fucks sakes please,” So desperate and needy you can’t help but give in.

    Siting up and getting off Gavin as he gets up and flops down onto his back. His breath heavy and eyes half closed, and cheeks flush with a soft pink. Gavin drinks up the sight of you while waiting on your next move, too weary to take the lead tonight. Already aware that you going to take care of him and his cock that’s straining against his jeans. Tilting your head to the side and reaching down grabbing his hand and lifting it up to your lips. Softly kissing the back of his knuckles.

    “Holy fuck kitten,” smirking at his low cursing and placing his hand back onto the bed as you steady yourself down between his legs. Undoing his pants as he lifts off the bed to help you ease his pants and underwear down. Releasing his cock which springs out already weeping. Gavin is always so beautiful, and mouthwateringly delicious to behold. Once he made a joke that your with him for his dick. Which is a perk, but the real gem is seeing the man you love come undone. Watching his legs go weak and hearing the fits of groans and loud moans connected by a string of curses. And when Gavin purrs out dirty praise flowers of pride flourish inside you. It’s all because of your pretty mouth and tongue that Gavin can be reduced to hot and sweaty mess.

    Teasing him is one of your favorite pass times but not tonight. Tonight he deserves your most lavish straightforward attention. Wrapping your hand around his base and lifting him off his stomach. Lowering your head to his balls and licking one of them. As you swirl your hand up and smear oil on his cock. Making him shiver beneath you, his hips and thighs tensing in their effort to remain still. But when you moan with him still in your mouth his hips jerk, thrusting himself in your fist as a strangle cry rips past his lips.

    There was a time once when he always had to be in control, never giving away just how desperate he is, how much he desires you. But now he so eager to lay back and bask in the attention you give him. No longer needing to hide how vulnerable and needy you make him with such simple actions. Not even trying to hold back anymore, he’s so sensitive and eager to cum as quick as possible. Digging his heals into the bed as you leave no part of his cock and balls untouched to the point where you’re worshiping him. Ruthless in the attention you giving him, not giving him a chance to catch up and not slowing down. Racing him towards cuming for you till he is at his end just waiting for you to push him over.

    “Let go,” that’s all it takes his thick cum hits your tongue.

    Swallowing and cleaning Gavin off with your tongue as he pants on the bed. His eyes are closed and he has been reduced to a mess in his afterglow haze.  Getting off the bed, hooking your thumbs into your soaking wet panties they fall to the floor with a little encouragement. Kicking them aside, and walking towards the bathroom smiling at the thank you and praise he mumbles,

    “I love that mouth of yours, shit, thank you so damn much,”

    Setting up the bathroom with soft lighting ad hot water running from the shower head and a few rose petals scattered about. Heading back into the bedroom to find Gavin blowing out the last of the candles. Leaning in the doorway biting into your bottom lip as you admire how scrumptious your fiancé is. Who turns around and lazily walks over to your, as your eyes drop down to his v. A throbbing between your legs reminding you of how little attention you’ve gotten thus far. Looking up into his eyes which if the look Gavin gives you is anything to go by that won’t be so for much longer.

    “You’ve always taken such good care of me.” Grabbing your hips and pulling you to him as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. Walking forward as you walk backward he closes the door behind you as he looks down at you. There is so much love and adoration in his eyes mixing with the heavy lust.

    They didn’t know. They could fathom him being more than what they see. That for all the bruises from rough rounds of sex there are just as many if not more gentle touches that turns you to putty.

    “I saw that mind of yours churning the moment I stepped through the door, what is it?” Taking your hand and leaning you into the shower, shutting the glass door behind yourself. The words spill,

    “Everyone believes that your abusive, they just can’t fathom that gasp, people have various personality traits and they seem to disregard that I am a grown woman who is very much in love and happy. They also ignore that well rough sex is a thing. There is just so much that they don’t,” trailing off, words slipping away from you as anger sparks in his eyes that people had the audacity to even think for a moment he would ever lay a hand or take it out on you.

    “It doesn’t matter what they think, it matters what you think about this, us, me.” Lifting up your hand and kissing the ring on your finger. There it is, the worry that one day you’ll pack your bags and vanish form his life. A fear that even now rears its ugly hand every now and then as you affectionately beat it senseless with plenty of reassurance that sometimes ends up in the bedroom with you leading the way. Because you refuse to tolerate the little demon of doubt and it doesn’t matter how many times it festers you’ll always be there to shatter it to pieces.

    “I think, no I know that I adore you. I adore the scars that litter your body, the way your hair falls, how rough your hands feel against mine. How when we lay together in bed our bodies just fit against one another’s. I love the rough parts of you. And those soft parts of you that other’s don’t see, I treasure them, I treasure you. And from the moment I saw you in the shop I saw a man too rough, too harsh, frustrated and enraged at what he sees in the world, of all the crime. You’ve seen so much it would be hard not to let it-even I would have broken into a cold and bitter person.” tears start to trickle down your cheeks mixing in with the shower water as Gavin wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.

    “Yet your still so gentle and loving with these kittens and me, and the night that I sat with you on the side walk at three in the morning luring out Little Miss and Binx with the chicken you brought just for them you had my heart before I even realized it. I remember being so terrified after our first fight that I would lose you as you stormed out of the room to calm and collect yourself. You walked out with my heart that night, and then brought it back a few hours later. At first their words used to annoy me to the moon and back and I’ve spent hours trying to convince them that you and our little cat babies are the best things that have ever happened to me.” Your shaking in passionate wet anger, the kind of anger that makes your eyes sting with tears and a lump build in your throat. As you pick up on now as he tenses up against you the same way he does when he is getting ready for a fight.

    “I know I’m still an asshole of a person, a broken man that you took a chance on and piece together. With every kiss, every touch, and time my name passes these beautiful lips you breathe life back into me. I once thought I was too far gone but of course you came along and proved me wrong. Before I even realized what was happening I had another soft spot for another kitten.” His chest rumbles,

    “I love you, and you love me and that’s all that matters.” His hands drift down your body setting really low on your hips,

    “I love you, so fucking much you’re my soon to be wife, my world,” slipping his hand between your thighs, “let me make you forget everything.” All it takes is a flick of his thumb against your clit and your whimpering. Walking backwards with him till your back presses against the shower wall and opening your legs for him. Slipping two fingers knuckle deep inside you keeping them together as he pumps them in and out. Moaning his name as you wrap your arms around his neck, hooking a leg on his hip as he holds your thigh.

    His thumb is so beautifully rough against your clit. Working you agonizingly slow till your quivering around his fingers. Your legs turning to jelly as he spreads his fingers apart eliciting a groan. You don’t have to beg tonight. Gavin already knows what you like and how to touch you, knowing your body just as well as his own. One would think it would take away part of the excitement yet it only increases it knowing that he can work your body in ways no one else can and fulfill your ever craving to deliver you to bliss. It also adds a heart-warming joy at the love behind each of his actions. As Gavin giving you all that you could ever want or need. Moving your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers,

    “That’s it, focus on the my fingers deep inside you and how my toying with your clit.” Gavin encourages,

“You’re so beautiful like this, almost as beautiful with my cock inside you. Do you want my cock inside you, want me to fuck you till your hips hurt and you can’t close your legs?” Your whine at the loss of his fingers is cut short when the head of his cock brushes up against your clit. Slapping himself against you as you involuntarily jerk your hips. You can hear him chuckle in amusement he doesn’t give you time to react before he has you crying out in pleasure as he fills you up till he hits the back of you. Resting deep inside you with his eyes closed as he marvels at you how clench around him. While you marvel at the sensation of him pressing against your g-spot and your about to cum right then and there as you try to hold yourself back. Telling yourself not yet.

    “I’ve barely touched you and your already so wound up. I bet you soaked through your pretty little panties while sucking on my cock, didn’t you?” All you can do is nod as he grabs your thighs and lifts you off the ground still resting inside of you. Holding you up by the back of your knees and pinning you to the wall with his body. The forgotten shower water beating against his back and your arms as he slowly rolls your hips. Winding you up at a pace that is driving you wild and making you dizzy.

    Each gentle, loving roll of his hips as he thrusts inside of you leaving you weaker, softer While it’s not the rough treatment he talked about it’s just what you need.. It’s strong contrast to his normal harsh and fast pace taking you off guard as your mind goes blank and all you can do is just feel. The warmth of his body pressing into you sharp in the fact of the cold shower wall against your back. Gavin’s thick long cock moving in and out of you with slow, long and soft thrust. His skin beneath your nails that you dig into his shoulders. And his fingers pressing deeper into the back of your thighs. This is everything.

    “I love you so fucking much,” whispering it so softly like if he spoke to loud you break in his arms. Instead your walking on a rainbow, warmth spreading inside you, as you cling to Gavin who is still keeping himself deep as you wrap your legs around his waist.

    “I loving feeling you cum on my cock.” Letting go of your legs and reaching for your hands as he laces his fingers through yours. Your rings pressing together as you pants against each other’s lips.

    “As long as I have you,” he doesn’t need to finish. Rubbing his nose against yours, a playful grin spilling onto his lips as he pulls out of you. Letting go of your hands as helping you ease back onto the ground. For the rest of the shower as Gavin is always touching you in some way and you him. Both of you needing the reassurance that this is real and neither of you are going anywhere. As it seems you words earlier is effecting him too. Both of you finding solace in despite everyone’s best efforts to break both of you up they failed.

    Dry you put your towel on top of Gavin’s in the laundry basket and follow him out of the bathroom. Going to sit on the bed as Gavin heads to the dresser and fishes out a dark red sweater and black boxers. Both of which he tosses to you since you have long since giving up on your own sleepwear and formed a long running habit of stealing his. It’s comfort in the way it loosely hangs from your body is what you said in defense when Gavin discovered you. Turns out it wasn’t needed since he instead of explanation he showed you how much he likes you in his clothes.

    Tonight you match him, red sweaters and black underwear in soft warm comfort. Nuzzling your face into the collar of his sweater taking in the freshly washed smell. Then heading right back towards into the bathroom grabbing the nearly empty bottle of cologne that Gavin got you just for the purpose of you spraying in on the clothes you wear should you get in the mood. Something that Gavin does from time to time with a bottle of your perfume though most of the time you perfume rubs off onto him natural in the morning right before he heads to work.

   “So tonight during work a guy tried to make fun of me smelling like a woman,” Gavin tells you as you slip out of the bathroom and follow him into the living room.

   “Shut up real quick when I told him it was my fiancé he shut right up then began to grumble about who would want to marry me. Man is just bitter since his love life is failing.”

   The living room is buzzing with energy since the kittens are awake, scampering, tumbling, darting and pouncing around. Sometimes stumbling over their own feet. They are even slowing down for Astra to catch up with them. Who doesn’t seem to notice or care about her missing leg as she scampers around as fast as she is able to. Only ever upset when the other jump onto an object that she can’t claw her way up onto.

   Little Miss, Binx, Oreo and Lady are watching them on a perch finding their antics to be somewhat amusing. It’s Binx who hops down at the sight of Gavin and you entering the living room trotting over to rub himself against Gavin’s legs and then against yours. Till you scoop the big guy who laps up the attention as Gavin slips his finger under his chin and gives him soft little rubs. His ears lying flat as his eyes close partly in contentment

   “You know without you, I’d be single too, for the longest time no one really held my attention till I saw you just glowing behind the counter.”

   “I was told I could take off early that day and then just the sexiest guy ever with this scar across his nose stomped into the store. It was like a tornado just blew into the shop and I will call me silly but when I looked into his eyes I knew I would love to see those eyes every morning and every night.” Leaning up and kissing the scar on his nose and watching the faintest of blushes spread,

   “Surprised you’d still gave me the time of day after that. Any sane person would have ran for the hills with the glare I gave you, thought I admit that glare didn’t last very long seeing you.” Walking over to the blanket your ankle getting attacked by Astra herself which is cut short by Gavin grabbing her and holding her in the air as he sat down. The kitten is still in his hands as he holds her above his face, peering into his gray eyes with her yellow ones glowing with adoration.

   “Whatcha doing to your Mom’s leg?” Binks slinks off towards a playful group of kittens as Astra places a small paw on Gavin’s nose in response to the soft scolding.

   “Awe come on we can’t be upset when you being so cute,” cooing over your little girl who is starting to squirm having decided that she wants down now. As Gavin sets her down and watches she heads for Binx’s thumping tail.

   “Oh she knows what she is doing, playing the cute card, that kitten knows. And I’m sure  Little Miss taught her that!.” Smiling at him, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes as you lay down holding out an inviting hand to Gavin. Who without hesitant rests his head on your stomach. Intertwining his fingers with yours and sighing as you run your other hand through his hair.

   “I saw them cuddling when I came home tonight they probably got done conspiring on ways to get out of scolding with pure utter cuteness.” Gavin mumbles back what you figure to be an agreeance.

   “Just go ahead and close your eyes. I’ll wake you up in a few.” Closing your eyes as Gavin says nothing. The last thing you hear is the kittens playing and the last thing you remember is being Gavin lying next to you in bed. His arm draped across your waist, your back to his chest and two blankets weighing down on you fighting off any chill from the outside winter air that could seep into the warmth of your house.

   An arm is wrapped around your waist and your face resting on your pillow and Gavin Is holding your hands above your head. Your legs are spread apart slightly and your ass in the air. Your day off lined up with Gavin’s which means clothes and getting out of bed before noon is optional. It also means there is plenty of time for late morning fucking and both of you have yet to make it beyond your bedroom. Because it wasn’t long after you woke up that Gavin had your clothes on the floor and his head between your legs.

   Your body pinned and utterly dominated by him for him to fuck you in whatever ways you beg him for. Harder and faster, slow and sweet this morning unlike last night with your pleading for him to go harder. Your body jerking as he pounds into you. The sound his hips slamming against yours barely reaching your ears. Wave of pleasure one after another has you in a state of delirium unable to form any cohesive sentence or even word such as his name

   You’re so close, curling your toes as your thighs tense up as your rapidly approaching too much. Seconds later your tumbling into too much and seeing paradise.

   “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A sting of curses turns into a moan as break beneath him. Biting down on the pillow to muffle your scream and trembling as hot thick cum fills you up. Which drips down your thighs as Gavin pulls out, letting you go as you stay with your ass perked in the air and your hands above your head.

   “So damn beautiful with my cum spilling out of you.” Spreading you apart to get a better look of the cream pie he’s made. Running his hand down your thigh before running his hand up over your ass and wrapping it back around you. Pulling you onto his lap holding you close to his chest. Your bodies are sticky and sweaty as he lays down with you on top of him. Dazed and floating among the clouds.

   That’s how both of you wake up nude and sticky. You’re still in his arms, clinging to him, your head resting on his chest and legs entangled. The room smells of sex and your phones tell it to be way past noon as your growling stomach protests the lack of food. Gavin’s does too earning a snort from him,

   “Shower, then how about a coffee shop date?” Looking up at him as a smile graces his lips,

   “Isn’t the date supposed to come first?” Four years later and Gavin is feeding you your own words. It happened when the power to your heater gave out in the dead of winter already close friends with Gavin he had more than welcomed you to stay with him. And a night of playing with kitten Little Miss and Binx lead to him showing you various ways he could get you to purr for him. The next morning he asked you out for dinner later that night and you had to tease him.

   “You’ve been waiting for the chance to say that haven’t you?” Sitting up and straddling his stomach the smirk on his face says it all. Leaning down and sinking your teeth lightly into his bottom lip tugging at it momentarily. Trying to hold back a laugh as you recall his action that come after, an action that almost lead you back into the bedroom. And most likely would have if neither of you needed to head to work.

   “Then that means I kiss you now, does it?” You just can’t help yourself as you dart off the bed running for the shower with Gavin hot on your trails. Laugh at the thrill of him catching you any second and what he is going to do once he catches you.

   “Hey!” You reach the bathroom before your pulled against a hard chest. Just then your stomach growls again, heavily against ending back up in bed instead of heading out for food.

   I’ll get you later,”

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   During your time out you run into your sister hanging out with some of the friends you have in common. At the sight of them Gavin loses it. straining to keep his voice low as he stares down at some friends and your sister. Shaking with rage trying to keep from shouting his lungs out at them.

   “For people to claim to give so many shits about my darling soon to be wife you sure know how to make her cry!” Your sister’s eyes dart to yours wide as you watch her flinch at his words. Before you see that familiar since of distaste bubbling up as she spits venom at him,

   “Any tears she has is because she knows-“ Gavin didn’t give her a chance,

   “Those tears last night in the shower as I held her close over the fact that her own friends, and family don’t support her in one of the best things that happened in her life. That’s what she called me, hear that, see the ring she is wearing, answer me who does she live with? And in a few months’ time are you going to see walk down the aisle to marry my so called abusive ass. Also one day maybe even see her stomach swell with a child should we chose to have a baby together.” Gavin doesn’t stop there, speaking the words you’ve been holding back.

   “She has kept this all to herself, the trash talk the words of distaste and disprovable all of you flat out ignoring how she feels and walking on something that brings her so much joy. And calling her relationship with me abusive, accusing me to her face that these bruises were put on her out of anger. Yes she has bruises but guess what that what happens when things get rough in the bedroom with her consent,” growling out the last part which he stresses,

   “And if she isn’t in the mood for that the guess what slow and gentle it is, or nothing at all if she isn’t in the mood  because I would give her the world but I can’t because she is my world. Every morning I have the gift of walking up next to her, and thinking that this beautiful, breathtaking, worth wild woman who I would move mountains for at her command loves me. Now I don’t care what you think about me unless it starts hurting her, because I don’t want to have to comfort her, though I will time and time again, as she shakes and sobs over the people she cares about treating her like she is some child and spitting on our relationship. Because it’s been four impossibly wonderful year, each year even when I didn’t think it would be possible better than the last and as long as she will have me I’m hers. Even if, which will never happen, she leaves she will still hold my heart and I will still love her.”

   “So don’t any of you ever dare accuse me of laying a hand in anger on her, ever.” Your sister is looking from you to him her mouth opening and closing like a fish as the shame is clear on your friends’ faces.

   “He’s right, the only reason I haven’t been saying anything is because I was lying to myself that your words mean nothing. But it does, it hurts to hear you talk about him that way. And I’m not dealing with it anymore, neither of us are, so all of you are going to have to suck it up and realize that I know what I’m doing with my life. I’m the one who decides what’s best for me and I’m the one who decides what I’m feeling. Not any of you, and one day I will walk down the aisle to him and when they say they may kiss the bride and he kisses me I don’t want you looking on in anger but happiness knowing that I’m happy with him, and so in incredibly love.” Tugging on Gavin’s hand as you want to keep walking down the street. Tossing over your shoulder to them

   “Think about what’s been said, Sis, I’ll call you later and the rest I’ll text to see what you’re thinking and feelings.” Gavin follows his gloved hand tight around yours, reassuring you that he is with you.

   “Gavin what was all of that?” Looking up at him as you walk down the street heading towards the coffee shop that sold the best peppermint hot coco either of you ever had. Salt they put on the walk way to prevent ice crunching beneath your feet. And you can hear a faint merry jiggle of bells playing from a near-by store.

   “They made you cry and it needed to be said. I’m not letting anyone get away with making you cry, hey!” Tugging your hand to a stop, turning to you. Leaning down and brushing his lips across yours. His lips are warm against your cold lips and soft. He clearly doesn’t care for the people having to side step him and you kissing on the sidewalk. The light smirk tells you so, a smirk that grows once he pulls away and takes in the look of utter surprise that graces your face. As you quickly assume there is another mistletoe near-by,

   “You know the mistletoe doesn’t count unless you’re under it.” Without fail he always tells you that he is practicing for when you caught under it.

   “I told you I would get you later, it’s also a plus that they can still see us.” Winking then leaning down for another kiss, pausing right before his lips meet yours. Gavin stands right back up and tugs on your hand to keep walking with him as wears the biggest and smuggest smirk that you want to kiss right off his face and more. But the sidewalk isn’t the place for that and he knows it as he teases you even more,

   “Come on coffee shop date time,” Oh you’re so going to get him later.

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Escape Little Rabbit

RK 900 Nines x Reader

Word Count | 1.7 k +

Angsty-ish? and implied smut

         There is a soft clank as the bottom of your mug meets the kitchen sink. Turning the cold, silver nob, water comes rushing to fill the mug. It’s only second till it’s overflowing yet you remain. Staring at the water pouring over the edge as the water becomes clearer with time and you turn the water off. Your shoulders slump and your heart squeezes if only you could wash your emotions away so easily. Just stand there and watch it go down the drain like the remaining contents of your cup.

         Perhaps you could. All it would take was stepping out into the pouring rain, putting one foot in front of the other going nowhere in particular. Though anywhere would be more tolerable than here. With Nines in the other room. The cold rain would soak through your clothes and sap away any heat. There would be no one to hide from, in the darkness of the alleyways you could give the rain everything. Then come back a hollow shell unburdened by emotions. Your mind would be clear once more and you could sink yourself into various cases, working your body down to the bone and speed towards your inevitable death.

         The walls are closing in, and your heart is beating against your ribcage, you can hear it roaring in your ears. As every part of you is begging, your legs burning with the vice-like need to escape. As the place, you have deemed your home is a trap. It’s this that causes to you move a bit too sharp, turning away from the kitchen and banging your hip on the counter. Paying no mind to the pain, forcing yourself into the heart of the trap. Heading for your jacket which is just past where Nines sits on the sofa staring ahead at the tv, his LED a soft blue hinting that he isn’t paying attention to the film in front of him. But perhaps kept it on since it’s your background noise. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore, he can do what he wants with the tv. But that’s it, does Nines want anything? Or is he acting on his programming and set objectives. Is that a want for him? Or is it a need, it could just be because that is who he is at his core.

         Your stomach churns the butterflies that flutter at the sight of him. Your fingers twitch with the need to mess up his too perfect hair, to commit to memory all the contours of his face with your fingertips. To have the coolness of his mechanical body seeping through your clothes as he is pressing himself against you. There is this ache that stirs up in your chest as you pass him and he makes no move to pay attention to you. It’s dangerous to want his attention, and not because he needs to interact with you because of a mission but of pure wanting of - you didn’t need to let your mind go down this path.

         Yanking your jacket off the chair and shoving your arms through the sleeves, forcing the jacket to settle over your body uncomfortably. You make no move to fix it. Instead, hyper-focusing on your escape route. Doing all you can not to sprint towards the front door. Not tossing a word back to Nines of where you were going. It didn’t matter anyhow, either you would return sooner or later or meet up with him at a crime scene should the pair of you get called in for another murder. Is it not like he had the capability to care? Or did he?

         Sometimes you can swear to the moon and back that you see anger brewing in his stormy eyes. While other times you rationalize that just Nines. A being of metal in which the wrath, intense and destruction of a storm has been coalesced into. The walking personification of a hurricane, in which you as his partner stood in the small, nearly nonexistence eye of. With a front row seat to the damage he can cause and the power, he can wield. Turning even the simplest and most common actions and words into a bullet. There are times it’s a bullet  to the heart for a quick and efficient takedown. While other times it lodges into a less fatal part, but it’s coated in agonizing poison. And this is without the gun already at his disposal, that no one is going to attempt to take it from him. Aside from you, the only one with such a lack of caring for their life that you accepted his partnership. Which right now is proving to be your downfall.

         The metal of the doorknob is a welcome touch bringing with it a flood of relief. Undoing the lock and turning the knob cracking the door open. Holding no intention of locking the door behind you, hope that heaven helps the fool that breaks into this house. And Nines should he leave is going to lock the door.

         Cold damp air rushes towards you. The sound of the rain beating against every surface louder than before. It’s all ripped away from you. The door slams shut underneath Nines’ force and a different coldness greets you now. Taking on the form of Nines’ body pressing against yours from behind. Lips brush against your ear,

          “Did you truly believe that you could escape?”

         You were mistaken. Nines isn’t just a hurricane, but a cohesion of every natural disaster swirling around as one. And there is no eye to shelter you. Shock twists with the anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

          “It seems you are malfunctioning, perhaps run some tests while I’m gone,” The voice that comes from you isn’t yours, it’s too cold, too hollow to reflect your inner state of turmoil. Saying one thing while all you want to do is lean back into Nines and forget about the world. That was a desire you would never give into.

          “I will not permit you to take a single step over the threshold.” A shiver runs down your spine, it would be so simple to just give into him. To let your hand, drop from the doorknob and turn around. To accept his reasoning that stepping out into the rain would result in a cold. A cold that would hinder any future cases for the next days to come. That has to be the logic behind his actions, right? It’s logical that you would find yourself in agreeance with on another normal night. But tonight, all the undealt with and unresolved emotions have broken their dam and flood through your being drowning you in their undercurrent.

          “It doesn’t – “

          “If I have to deal with these emotions, “the last word might as well be acid on his tongue, “than I will drag you into the depths to suffer alongside with me.” Twisting around to face Nines, pressing yourself against the door, needing to put as much space between Nines and yourself as you are able. Quickly discovering that it doesn’t help in the slightest. The sight of Nines is a quick punch to the gut knocking all the air within your lungs. His eyes are the iceberg that sunk the Titanic, blazing with hatred. This isn’t what you have been hoping for all this time. The craving to be something more to Nines laying itself to rest. It shouldn’t have been like this, you never foresaw it coming to this.

         It’s all too cruel, you have his attention, had him pressing himself against you and he is right within reach but it’s for all the wrong reasons. The unknowing rejection as your anger flaring, consuming your thoughts as you shove against his chest. The actions resulting in it nothing as a growl escape your lips that twist into a nasty snarl. Ducking under his arm, with the intention of heading to your bedroom and giving him a harsh slam of the door as you enter and lock him out of your room. Where the window could be opened and you could escape from there. And let your legs carry you far in a heart-pumping sprint knowing that Nines would soon catch on and this time you’re the prey he is hunting down.

         The hunt is over before it could even begin. A hand wraps around your throat and an arm loops around your waist, pinning you to his body. Your about to spit out that you wish he would hurt you, that he would dig his fingers into your throat and give you a reason to despise his being and curse the day of his creation. Alongside the ones who made the accursed man behind you dripping with lies. While taking pointless pleasure in your misery, perhaps with the goal in mind of breaking you. Shattering you into pieces like a glass window so that you could return to his emotionless partner.

         The words fire from your lips, a bullet hitting its target, as you reap the rewards. His fingers press deeper into your throat the pressure cutting off your air. As you find yourself giving in, not bothering to fight against the pain, instead of welcoming it with open arms. Allowing yourself to sink into it, to let it dominate your mind and shove down the agony of rejection. It’s almost pleasurable, as his hands slide down to your hip pulling you back against him. You discover that Nines isn’t just a Ken doll, the proof hard and throbbing against you.

         Fuck. Loosening his grasp on your throat allowing you to take an unflattering gasp of air, and tightening the one on your hip,

          “We have made this bed of thorns now it’s time to lay in it.” Another poisonous bullet sinking into your gut. Heat pooling between your legs, your mind goes blank. You don’t pay attention to Nines turning you around and pinning you against the wall until the harsh slam as a dull pain that echoes through you making you whimper. Such a meek sound that spills a smirk onto Nines’ lips. Lips you could spend hours thinking and fantasizing about. The words just now making you wonder what he could mean by that because there is no – his lips are softer than you could ever imagine them to be.

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These Promises and Lies

Rk900 Nines x Reader

Word Count | 5.1k

Smut and Angst

         Underlining sexual tension and frustration breaks through Nines and Yours’ icy exterior leading to an angry night of fucking. After all it’s just one night, then everything can go back to normal. You just need tonight.

@alittlebitproblematic Can you hear the sounds of me cackling in sadistic glee? Also i give you a warning for angry slightly kinky fucking. 

         From the moment your back slams into the rough and unforgiving bricks side  of the building deep within in the ally way.. It could only ever end up this way. Nines’ cold metal fingers slipped beneath you shirt in his mission to find your waist leaving infuriated red fingerprints in a possessive need to mark what he perceives as his. And what will be for the following night alone. To you discovering Nines’ lips are softer than you could ever imagine yet deliciously unlike any other lips you’ve ever felt with their lush contradicting nature of being soft yet firm as he bruises your lips.

         A clear goal set and driven by basic jealousy, backed by an animalistic need to lay claim. One he would have archived as you not sunken your teeth into his bottom lip. With your fingers twisted in soft brown hair that you used to yank Nines’ head back as you hiss that there is more work to do. All of that served to be supporting factors that further pushed towards this achingly beautiful and mouthwatering display you had the pleasure of feasting your eyes upon.

         Nines was never meant to deviant like Connor was. Was never meant to be integrated among humans so effortlessly. He is their greatest achievement which is conveyed in the annoying lack of physical flaws and you favorite feature of them all. His piercing silver eyes which he has trained on you. Handing away and giving insight to the frustration and irritation he feels as he strains against the bonds coiled around his arms keeping them behind the dining chair. It also whispers promises of lust arising the question of how he could warp it into such a sinister desire. That had a deep seated and low throbbing between your thighs.

         Trailing your sights down his exposed chest, his jacket and turtle neck looking better on the floor. And much to your delight there are freckles scarcely adoring his upper torso. Letting your eyes drop a little lower down to a prominent  v -line which you already memorize with your fingers. The treasure it alludes to on full display already glistening underneath the dining room lights from previous attention. And judging by the clenching of Nines’ jaw and the snarl dancing on his lips that it wasn’t enough.

         “What do you want from me?” Too far into this to play innocent yet you have the audacity to attempt. The look etching its way into Nines’ sharp features tells of the malice dripping from your words. If only by the end of this he could hate you, and you him. That was what this nights about leaching away every soft shred of care one if harboring to the other. Tearing it to pierces with daggers of frustration, shooting with bullets of danger and burning the remains to ashes in desperation.

         Out of everyone why did it have to be him? Cyberlife’s greatest achievement is simultaneously a coldhearted, infuriating asshole creation.

         “Your such a damn slut that your were sucking your partner android cock,” sneering and resting his head back on the chair his cock twitching in the mentioning of the attention it once received. Nines’ words is dry sand slipping through you open fingers. Smiling at him like the sun peering out from dark cloud after a morning of rain. Just as deceptively as the sun during the wintertime. Holding empty promises of warmth yet offering none as you set out into its light only for bone crushing cold to wrap it’s arms around you.

         “Yet you’re the one who wanted it.” Reaching down and wrapping your hand around him, swiping your thumb over his cock head. Smearing the dripping pre-cum with your saliva. Adding pressure as his hips jerk forward thrusting himself in your fist. Sucking in air which resonates as a growl in his chest as you point out the glaring error about himself. That against every bit of programing put into him Nines sits here before you a tied up deviant wanting everything you’re giving him. And the sole instigator of this night, all you did was take advantage.

         Telling him you were his if he let you have your fun first. But both of you knew the moment the door to your apartment shut you became his. That you would crumble to his will without him allowing you to dominate him. But just the same as you this is something he wants. Seeing you display such control over those around you within your department gave him the craving to be one of those people. To be on the receiving end of your attention with a much more sexual twist.

         “The advance RK 900 a deviant who wants to fuck his partner till their raw and aching.” Sinking down to your knees and blowing cold air on his tip. Relishing in how his thighs and hips tense in an effort to keep from flinching back.

         “Who wants to slip his android cock inside her and pump her full of his cum.” Swirling your fist down to Nines’ base and lavishing his tip with attention from your tongue. Moaning at the sweet taste of his pre-cum, mentally thanking Cyberlife for the delectable flavor.

         “Who is the one who is going to let me?” His snarls drips into a groan of pleasure and disappointment because a glance up at him tells you that this isn’t enough for him. That he wants more, as he presses on,

         “Which one of us has been harboring fantasies about tying and dominating the other and you’re supposed to be a professional.” Another squeeze eliciting a whine that makes you clench around air. Pressing your thighs tightly together in an attempt to ignore the throb that’s steadily turning into an ache to have him inside, stretching and filling you up. How much further did you have to push him till he breaks the rope and slams you down on your table? Because for all your fantasies for dominating Nines there are just as many of him bending you over and taking what he wants. Giving you the kind of fucking that you still feel the next day that proves it difficult to walk.

          Winking up at him trailing the tip of your tongue down running along a thick and sensitive vein. The details they gave him, down to how pleasurable he merely feels against your tongue. Perhaps that could just be because you’re on your knees in front of Nines playing with him as he is tied to a chair. Waiting in anticipation for your actions to shatter the glass bottle that contains his self-control. Nines is a cumulation, an embodiment of earth’s worst natural disasters coalesce into a contracted solid and beautiful form. And to push him far enough that you face the pure onslaught of all that he is, is what you want most. Just a little further, the expression in his narrow animalistic eyes tell you that he isn’t far from it.

         “You’re almost right where I want you.” Shivering at the malice that drenches his words. It’s a place you want to be.

         Leaning away from him, reaching up and grabbing his chin between two fingers and tilting his head back exposing his throat to you.

         “What a beautiful neck you have,” taking a small note from the big bad wolf, though in reality it was the little red who has the advantage here, for the time being. Standing up and pushing his head further back as you did. Taking your place on your throne, doing all you could not to melt against him, not yet, you still have to earn that. The same way he has to earn you. Pressing your clothed self against him raveling in the sensation of him throbbing against you. Nines is most defiantly alive, corrupt with wants and needs and emotions. What could have caused this model perfect android partner of yours to come this far, to fight against his programing and take the path that has led him here.

         “Pay attention to me,” so close to begging, to breaking underneath you. From his chin you trail your fingers down to his Adam’s apple pushing on it slightly with your thumb. His face remaining expressionless but he eyes were blazing and mercury in color. Those beautiful inhuman eyes, the kind you would want to see as he pulls the trigger on his gun still strapped to his thigh.

        “What a glorious way to die at the hands of someone like you,” keeping your voice low dipping you head down and closing your eyes. Taking in the breath that Nines lets out.

        “I wonder if your lips can get pouty from kissing?” Tilting your head to the side as Nines shutters beneath you. Not of only want, but of anger as well. Wrapping your fingers around his throat squeezing, Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip and tugging softly then sucking on it. Smirking against his lips as his chest rising and trembles beneath you hand you have placed on his lower abdomen. Tracing the slight dip between his abs that leads downwards. Where you have him trapped against you as you grind your hips give you much needed friction. And it seems it’s the same for him as well since he is moving his hips with yours. His thighs tense underneath you those beautiful thighs you would love to ride till you cum.

        “I would love to ride those thighs till I cum,” mumbling against his lips as he groans at the loss of your lips against his.

        “Shut up, you are talking too much,” growling against your lips, you can feel the vibrations. Closing the hair width distance between his and yours. His lips are colder than a humans would be, and just as soft as you recall, yet with that firmness that hints at towards his plastic make-up under his synthetic skin. You aren’t his first kiss, that would have been given to that woman he seduced for information a few months back. A ugly slash of jealousy sparking your determination to be his most memorable kiss.

        Taking pride in the hunger that drips from his lips and the vicious way Nines returns your kiss. He’s a predator starving and you’re a feast, his pray taunting him and so willing for the sacrifice. This is it the time of kiss to make your toes curl and the type impossible to convey through words. It’s the type that you have to experience to underneath the full and raw extent of. Because kissing Nines is breaking the surface of the pool and taking that first breath of air after sitting at the bottom holding your breath till your lungs are screaming and your chest is spasming.

        It’s intoxicating and dizzying, if your eyes were open you would have black spots dancing in your vision. If you were standing up Nines would have to catch you from falling because of how weak just his lips can make you. It’s how he can shatter every bit of resistance every shred of control and dominance and reduce one down to a quivering hot and needy submissive mess of a person. Nines can kiss away every memory, every thought, every name till you become an empty and willing shell he can pour all that he is into. Because all that remains is this moment, your thoughts are clouds and the only things on your mind is his name and how he hands feel gripping your upper thighs.

        “You are so fucked now,” speaking against your lips, his breath tickling as you breath it into your own aching lungs. A shiver runs down your spine straight towards your hips which you buck against him. As if your desperate in heat, which you might as well be. How could you possibly want someone so much that it hurts. Even when they are right there in front of you, pressing against you it’s not enough. You need more, more of Nines, just more, everything and anything he doles out. From his hand around your throat to his hand turning your butt redder than a cherry and more. Every single kink he growled out as you sucked on his cock earlier.

        “Please tell me that’s another promise, and a threat,” gasping against is lips between open mouth kisses that only get part of your lips. The start of his journey down to you jawline which he nips at with a heavy groan. Pressing a soft into that small part where the between your jaw and your throat. Going just a little further down and your moaning his name much to his pleasure. You can feel his lips as they draw into a cocky smirk. The temptation to punish him for snapping the rope and taking the reins arises but it’s feeble against the fact of what your submission will bring you.

       “Whose your master tonight?” ‘

       Fucking hell yes Nines!’

       His words brush against you breeding your nipples in attention as you quiver against him. Nines’ is a venomous snake biting into his prey subduing you past the point of even submission. Dehumanizing you deeming you a mere toy for his pleasure and enjoyment, something that he can use till it breaks then toss aside. It’s perfect, this is perfect, a void of any real compassion and most importantly love. Because this just a kink excusing for both of yours pleasure the way it could be but instead a tool to detach all positive emotions from the sexual frustration and tension that has been goring thicker between Nines and You.

        “You are, oh god you are,” A harsh slap to your butt makes you yelp as Nines sink his teeth into your skin. Scrapping them down enough that there is going to be furious red lines tomorrow.

        “There’s no god here tonight just me, you are at my mercy, lack thereof,” abundance of confidence oozes form him awaken a shred of defiance in you, a wild flame under a pot and in an instance you bubbling.

        “Fucking smart ass.” The chair clatters back and the table slaps against your backside as Nines rips you away from him and pins you. His shoulders tremble with livid rage, his pouty lips pulling back into wicked snarl that has you melting. You’re metal that’s been thrusted underneath lava, searing with heat. And the heat in his eyes could set forests, town and even cities ablaze till the clouds of smoke black out the sun and coat the sky and it rains down ashes that blanket the ground.

        ‘Yes Nines let your rage consume you, and give me all of it’ The thought must be dancing in your eyes because his snarl turns into a smirk. Which is just as comforting and welcoming as a pack of wolves stalking ever so closer to you with bloodlust and hunger and you can’t wait for him to rip you apart and leave you. If your given this one night with him it will be enough, that’s the promise you both made. After tonight both of you will become mere partners again. The lingering stares, suggestive looks and secretive touches that make your skin tingle and your heart flutter will end. They aren’t necessary, and you don’t need Nines.

        Your mind is spinning slipping into the emotions you harbor for the man looming over you. It has to be showing in your eyes once more, etching its way into your feature. Because Nines grabs hold of your thighs and yanks you forward, flipping you onto your stomach in one fluid movement.

        “Do not look at me like that,” disgust taint his words, as if love and care is acid being pour onto him corroding him. And it is, the care, the worry and admiration is clouding both of yours judgement. Nothing else should matter other than you jobs, nothing, both of you are just cogs, tools meant to accomplish a task and nothing more. Nothing. Just shove this down, ignore it, let the ripping of your pants erase it. Your body jerks forward as thin leather comes down hard on butt. Nines’ belt.

        Clawing at the table surface you get no comfort from the sting. Nines doesn’t softly rub the agony away just brings the belt down hard again. Your face twists up with pain as you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out. Flinching forward as a…soft hand rests on your butt? Relaxing and resting your forehead against the cool surface of the table beneath you. Softly rubbing your behind, Nines silent way of asking if he is pushing you too far. Your heart cries out a sound that slips past your lips a whimper.

        “You are not making this easy,” his voice is set lower, huskier the kind of voice that’s chocolate to your ears. Hearing him purr in such a gentle and low voice is swallowing a spoon full of honey to sooth a cough sore throat. Dragging his now warming leather belt across your butt, a sharp light snap brings pleasure with pain. With every hit an intricate dance, with pleasure leading pain, their bodies pressing against one another as pleasure swirls the pain leading it into a dramatic dip. Their lips meet clothes meet the floor and they become one within you.

        “Your legs are trembling little lamb and your panties are soaking wet.” Hooking his finger through and pulling the wet fabric from between your lips. Just like your pants your panties give away, falling to the floor rendered unusable. You all but beg Nines to touch you, to slip his finger inside of you, to find that sweet spot that will make a garden burst into life like a fairytale inside of you. Instead his fingers wrap around the collar of your work button up which he uses to yank you back. Forcing you into an arch.

        “Nines!” You’re never wearing that shirt again, and all that remains in his path is your bra. He wouldn’t, but he so would, you just wait for him to renter your comfortable bra useless. For him to decide it’s meet a swift and early fate where it will meet the trash bin along with the rest of your clothing. The edge of the table digs painfully into your hips as Nines drives you forward. His belt looping around your throat and pulling you even further back as his hand rest son your lower back pushing you forward in contraction.

        “I will give you another chance to fix your mistake before I ensure that you won’t cum tonight,” Letting the belt go limp around you with a gulp of air the words messily tumble from your mouth.

        “Master please I’m sorry, I was just-“ Twisting the belt around your throat. Using your arms to support the uncomfortable arch Nines forced you into. The brief thought drifts through your mind of how this must look. Your legs are spread open, bent over your table with your breasts trusting into the air. While Nines chokes you with his belt, your butt must be an angry red by now this display could even be seen as horrify. If not for your eyes shimmering with exhilaration under Nines’ brutal dominance that holds the promise of utter annihilation. This is what you had worked for, pushing him till he breaks and lashes out like a wild cornered animal.

       “Good sweet toy, oh the ways I’m going to wreck you,” his voice is thunder softly rolling through the sky as lightening crackles. The calm before the storm, a warning to escape while you still can or to hope that you in up in the eye of the storm. Just like how his eyes reflect in moments of deep reflect when they shift from the striking silver to a gentle and deceptive light gray.

       The belt snaps against your chin as Nines rips it away from your neck with one hand. Clenching your jaw at the light stinging. How many marks will adorn your body by the time Nines is through using you for his own pleasures?

       Nines’ body leaves yours. As you lean away putting some space between the edge of the table and your hips. There’s going to be a long and unusual bruise there tomorrow morning. His warm belt gliding up along the inside of your thigh closer towards were you want him most. Your thighs tense up as you fight against the urge to look back to see what he is doing. Somehow the suspense is worse, just waiting for him to bring his belt down on you.

         “Relax cupcake,” blowing cold air against your wet lips, “those are supposed to be sweet aren’t they?” Taking his time dragging his tongue down your slit and towards your clit. Shuttering as pleasure pulses through your body seizing every part of you and rendering you it’s willing pet. Nines willing pet, his toy to do whatever he pleases with. His to caress, to finger, to fuck. It’s a power that has him on a high, you can just feel that oozing from him. He may be the one on his knees now but you’re the one at his mercy.

         Biting your tongue to keep from begging for more. Instead basking the vibrations of his moan as he slips his tongue inside you. His belt hitting the floor with a soft thud. In a second there is a hands on your thighs pressing deep into your skin. Enough for the pain to mix with the ecstasy of his tongue curling inside you and another drawn out moan. Another rumble of thunder bellowing from deep within his chest. It’s the last push as your thoughts turn to mist and your pushing your hips back against Nines’ tongue. That is gentling caressing you from within coaxing the flames, tightening the coil.

       Squeezing your eyes shut, your mouth is hanging open as a string of praise and pleads. You’re right there, your stomach is taunt and your legs are shaking. A flick of his tongue inside you and you snap. Reaching back tangling your fingers into soft hair and pulling him closer. You’re a fucking cloud riding high on a waves of pure pleasure so much different that a small golden ray of light that comes from cuming at the hands of someone else. Bathing in golden light, scorching hot like the sun itself.

       You’re miles away from your body floating. Just barely taking note of a hand wrapping around your wrist and Nines pulling himself away. His words come from the end of the long stretch of hallway,

       “You break apart so beautifully,” a chuckle, “I could become addicted to the way you taste. Could I pretend just for a moment that I could have you every night? That I could taste you and feel the way you spasmed around my tongue every morning? What a foolish dream.” You can’t be hearing him correctly, your mind basking in the afterglow as to be making those words up.

       Lips graze against the inside of your left thigh. And then all trace of Nines once again is gone. Till two strong hands grab your hips as you’re floating back now. The need for more crashing into you,  more of him as you lay onto of the table awaiting his next command.

       Running his hands over your hips with flourish up your sides and towards your bra. Under his hands you became artwork and his hands are sculpting you into what he wants you to be. As you wonder if this was on better terms what type of dominate he could be. Interrupting your thoughts is your bra coming loose,

       “Turn around dove.” sitting up and turning around to face Nines. Who take care in slipping your straps off his thumb dragging along your skin. Closing your eyes and giving yourself just a moment to pretend this is something else. Allowing Nines to guide you onto the table, wrapping your legs around his hips. Leaning your head back as his hand supports your upper back, dipping your into a soft curve as he nuzzles himself into your neck. Laying you back onto the table as he rests on top of you,

       “From the moment I deviated I’ve wanted, craved and desired,” his words, his voice are soft petals of a rose brushing up against your skin.

       “To see you broken down, vulnerable and crushed by something of my doing.” Nines crushes the rose in is hand and the petals fall into the flames sparking anew. Standing up and hooking his finger under the bridge that connects the cups you hold your breath as he slips it away from you. Nines has given you bra some mercy, with the harsh treatment being it’s drop to the floor. Attempting to take in a breath which hitches as you take in Nines staring down at you as he stands between your legs which you let dangle off the edge of the table instead.

       Reaching down as he brings his gun into view. Pointing it at you he pulls the trigger and it clicks. Empty. Throwing it to the ground, he hooks his thumb into the band of his underwear which he must have pulled up somewhere between getting free and pinning you to the table without you realizing. With a little encouragement it falls to the floor and his cock is on display yet again. Taking his cock in his hand and pumping his fist up and down pausing as his tip to swipe his thumb.

       Nines is jerking himself off as he stares down at you. His silver eyes racking over each part of your body. Not even seeing you as human but a mere object of aching a desirable end. And just like the gun you can’t find it in yourself to care. Just as long as Nines helps you meet your needs too. And the sight of his cock between your legs is promising to that. Cyberlife didn’t hold back, who did you have to thank for giving him such a cock? Which heavy hit your clit bouncing for just a moment before he rubs teasing against you watching.  Mesmerize by the sight his pale skin tone against your skin tone. Another shutter passes through his body as you in turn quiver as him rubbing his cock head up and down your wet slit where he shallowing thrust himself inside. Where you get the first feeling of him stretching you out.

         “I am going to ruin other people for you, and take pleasure in the knowledge that I am the best fuck you were ever have.” Another inch and you clench around him as he growls. A sound ripping out from his throat as he clamps his hands down on your hips. Pushing them against the table roughly preventing you from squirming away or meeting him. Leaning down on you and burying his face into your neck as he fills you more. Taking it slow allowing you to adjust to him, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails in.

       “Master please I need more of you, all of you,” pleading with him as you feel his lips curl into a grin and with a sharp and harsh thrust he is balls deep inside of you. Filling you up and hitting against the back of you, he couldn’t go any deeper and he is sitting perfectly inside of you. Looping a leg around his waist keeping him to you and whimpering at the loss as he pulls away leaving on his tip inside of you.

       “I fucking love the way you beg, it’s so pitiful,” grunting and slamming himself deeper as you struggle against his hands to meet him. Your mind is going blank and his words don’t register. All there is the sound of  his hips slapping against yours. And the way his skin rubs against your clit and your nipples against his chest. Since his rough and fast pace had you bouncing beneath him. The table shaking underneath your bodies. Abandoning the word of Master and calling out to him by his name. How cares of the neighbors know Nines is fucking you into another plane of being?

       Your voice gets caught in your throat as you drag your nails down his backside. His hands letting your hips go and moaning as you drive them up to meet his. Grabbing your thighs and pushing your legs towards the table as he sits up and glares down at you. His lips are parted as a name that must be your tumbles from your lips. Who cares what he says as long as he doesn’t stop moving his hips!? With every plead for him to go fast his hips speed up as his lips curl back into a grin like the big bad wolf about to devour its prey.

       Nines fucking vibrates inside you and you're seeing stars dancing in your vision at the way his cock is softly pulsing inside of you. Tearing your gaze away from Nines and glancing down to where your body is connecting with his. The moment he rams himself balls deep inside you can feel the strength behind it in your stomach which bulges with the outline of him. Throwing your head back as utter pleasure chases into you as waves like tsunamis crash into you. And Nines is glowing with pride as he realizes the treasure within you that he has found.

         Your legs are trembling as spams roll through up and you drop to the table unable to support yourself. Your writhing so close to cumming for a second time. The intensity of it boarding on agony. Meeting Nines eyes you can tell he is right there with you, desperately chasing after that moment of utter bliss. When he pulls out placing his hand around his cock and giving it a few pumps cum spurting out onto your stomach as you slip from the peak Nines mercilessly helped you climb.

       “Sorry cupcake you don’t get this one, just like you don’t get me.” Stepping away from your panting body on the table. Swallow the ache of disappointment and shoving away the thought to finish what Nines started. You don’t look at him as he gathers his clothes and gun and heads towards his bathroom. Tossing over his shoulder,

       “Go clean yourself up,” without a single glance or care for you.

       It’s over, you’ve had your night with him and now it’s time to wash it away and pretend it never happened. This is what you promised him after all, even so that doesn’t make your chest feel any less hallow or your body any less numb.