#deadlock fic

[deadlockingin]

The TIMELOOP FIC IS OUT!!

The ritual is complete. The Hidden King has been summoned to New York City and the losing team is made to watch as their opponents have their wishes granted. One wish in particular, though, will rocket them all into a new hell.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85242906/chapters/225102306

Please come check out the prologue of this very long character study fic I’ve been working on with a good friend for several weeks now. Expect semi-regular updates!

[milkonine]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85161186

“You’re impossible. You’re actually impossible.” Apollo raises his hands in the air, lips in a straight line.

“Yeah, and you apparently like that, so what now?” She says.

He sputters, indignant, and reels back like she physically launched at him. “You’re the one that rejected me, so you tell me, genius!”

Graves receives a confession from Apollo after class. It doesn't go well, until it does.

i wrote a graves x apollo fic!! feel free to check it out and lmk what you think!

[twistedhaze-fic]

The Wolf, The Fledgling, & The Rabbit - TwistedHaze - Deadlock (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Annnd while I'm at it, the first in my series of fics that will build up to my version of the maelstrom! Drifter is SOOO fun to write, I was surprised how much he grew on me while writing this!

[cupidmyvice]

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— Hands and Knees | role reversal and human furniture

Fandom — Deadlock (VALVE) Pairing — Paige/Billy Summery — The smell of some sort of tea filled the small apartment that Paige rented in down town New York. Greenery all around, bookshelves piled high from classics to modern day romance — it wasn’t like Billy could see much of it anyway since he was made to kneel on his hands and knees while Paige sat on top of him. Content Warnings — none Word Count — 507

The smell of some sort of tea filled the small apartment that Paige rented in down town New York. Greenery all around, bookshelves piled high from classics to modern day romance — it wasn’t like Billy could see much of it anyway since he was made to kneel on his hands and knees while Paige sat on top of him.

“It’ll be interesting!” His ass; she wasn’t exactly a light girl, and he was no means a man with infinite stamina as his arms were already beginning to grow tired of being in the same pose. He was sure that by the time he was able to get up he’ll have a damn cramp in the back of his thigh, but every time he wanted to open his mouth and say to Paige to get the fuck off of him, he’d hear her gasp and get so invested in her book and… well, he couldn't say anything after that.

His face burned as he heard the tea cup be placed on the board they had balanced on his horns, her nails tapping on the shitty wooden surface that they had swiped from Bebop’s junkyard the night before (well, he had done it: Paige had been talking with Ms Shelly to distract her and her robot from the loud noises in the background despite the fact she was insistent that they would just let them). The vibrations rattled through his horns and down into his skull, that slow rhythm that made his head hum for a moment before it would disappear again.

Fuck, he really wanted to readjust his dick right now, considering that it was beginning to chafe inside of his damn boxers.

“I think this is the most comfortable seat i’ve ever been in.” Billy had to bite his tongue as to not respond back to Paige; she still had the remote to the damn collar around his neck and if he misbehaved, and if she wanted to, she could shock him. “I wonder if I can get more like it.”

Yeah, seats made of pure muscle and hate for most the city came by in the local flee market, he was sure. Rolling his eyes, he flexed his fingers against the caramel coloured rug, noticing for once how dirty his fingernails were. It had been a while since he had painted them, most the polish having come off, but he could see the dirt caked underneath, clenching his teeth a bit thinking about how often he touched Paige’s skin with them.

He may be an anarchist, but his girl deserved better.

Almost as if sensing his thoughts, Paige’s fingers glided through the fur on his neck, Billy unable to move his head but he knew she was looking down at him. “Furniture doesn’t think, remember?”

Billy cleared his throat, forcing himself to not nod so then Paige’s tea wouldn’t spill. “Yeah, no thoughts…” His attention returned back to the ground, breathing out slowly. “Can I fuck you yet?”

“Not until I finish the book.”

Fucking hell.

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— The Sins of This Body

Fandom — Deadlock Pairing — Pocket (solo) Summery — Pocket wakes up from a nightmare and into another; they have to acknowledge their own body and its wants Content Warnings — Gender Dysphoria Word Count — 666

Pocket’s body jolted up from where they laid on the shitty mattress of a motel’s cheap room, their heart racing in their chest as they fumbled for the lamp that most certainly had seen better days, stains on the lampshade stopping the light within from reaching all the corners of the room with the splotches of shadows of grime on the fabric. They laid there for a moment, staring at the light like it was their saviour in this cold and cruel world.

With the day of the ritual not too far off, it was no wonder their dreams had shifted into nightmares of what they could face.

When they could no longer imagine what the patron’s face looked like they finally shifted, sitting up in the bed with their back firm against the rickety backboard. Firm, cooling, it was different from the hardness between their legs that throbbed with the desire to be touched despite the cold sweat that clung to Pocket’s skin and the tremor of their hands as they dragged their palms down their face. With every fibre of their being, they did not want to touch their own crotch; they thought of grandmas in underwear, of cold water and the beach, of the horrors they had seen while on the run, but nothing seemed to cool the need between their legs.

The body was truly one fucked up thing.

“Fuck.”

Pocket kicked down the bedsheets, widening their legs to stare at the bulge between. Staring at it made their stomach churn with discomfort, their hand didn’t want to move, but, shifting their underwear until their cock sprang out, lobbing a dob of pre on their shirt that made the air rush out of their nose. Previous bed partners had described it as pretty, but they would rather not have it there at all, they didn’t even want it described to them when they were being fucked.

They wanted it gone.

This was a bad idea. They could close their eyes and go back to sleep, jump in the cold shower [that had no other option other than freezing cold] and hope that the urges would wash down the drain with everything else… they spat into their palm, staring up at the roof as they felt around their groin. Their fingers flinched away from their shaft for a moment at the first contact before they grasped themself firmly, letting the peeling ceiling be their only view as they let the jolts of the disgusting pleasure warp up their spine, entire body shuddering at the first tug. It felt like heaven to their body and hell to their mind, listening to their body’s wants as they slowly stroked the flesh. It had been so long since they had allowed themself to touch their flesh like this, but their hand remembered all the things they liked out of pure instinct.

It was enough to imagine that their hand wasn’t their own, that it was someone else’s, that their grunts weren’t their own and their voice was silent. It didn’t feel like them, they didn’t want it to be them, but as they were forced to angle their head back downwards to dribble more spit onto their cock, they were forced to come back to the reality of their hand being their own. As their thumb brushed the head to smear the saliva, they shuddered, watching as a pearl of their essence dribbled from the slit, mixing with the saliva to create a lewd mixture, the sight of it raising the hair on their skin.

It so good it was sin, a sin the dead shouldn’t be indulging in and yet they found themself loving it so, even as it spilled over their hand and thighs, splattering against their shirt as their breath hitched and shuddered.

They dragged themself from the bed before they could bask in that afterglow, wanting to rid themselves of their body’s sin before they could feel worse than they did already.

[twistedhaze-fic]

A Lesson on Intimacy - TwistedHaze - Deadlock (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

I keep forgetting to post the links here when I upload fics! Here's an explicit doorpaige fic I uploaded a few days ago!