MURDERBOT S1E6 - Command Feed
"There's something that works for me when I'm-" "Having a heart attack?" "I don't have a heart, so no, not that." ... "Sanctuary fucking Moon?" "It's a soothing episode."

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MURDERBOT S1E6 - Command Feed
"There's something that works for me when I'm-" "Having a heart attack?" "I don't have a heart, so no, not that." ... "Sanctuary fucking Moon?" "It's a soothing episode."
Last ask, read the line "Legs I think would be a little harder to get onboard" and immediately thought of bodice ripper Owen/Legs with Legs as main antagonist. I don't know how we'd swing it but we need to manufacture a way to get him on board. But I'll return to that. Last paragraph, my Thoughts :}.
Owen, kneeling on a plush carpet at Louis' feet. His arms are tied behind his back, and he's blindfolded so as to not see company. Louis knows how flighty and anxious his pet is, and this is the best way to keep him from getting worked up in a way that isn't fun. Louis inviting over and introducing Legundo to him, hand resting on Owen's hair as he talks. And Owen occasionally raising his head on instinct, trying to look up and see the man in front of him. It's pointless through the blindfold, and Louis lightly pushing back against Owen to have his head bowed as if he's looking down at the floor.
As Louis and Legundo talk and exchange pleasantries, Louis' hand wanders. Down Owen's back where he can reach from his seat, carding through brown curls and then against the hem of the soft dress he's dressed Owen in. Owen can barely hear what they're saying, their frankly pleasant conversation lost to the ringing in his ears. Legundo sounds uncomfortable, but Louis seems fine, so everything must be fine. Owen says nothing, even though his mouth is free, because he knows his silence will be rewarded.
Louis puts his hand to Owen's shoulder during a pause in the conversation. A firm grip guiding him up, and pulling him into Louis' lap. He still can't see, but follows Louis' hands as he adjusts him to see with his back against Louis' chest. Now, without the distance of Owen at Louis' feet, there's more freedom to touch and show off. Owen can barely remember if there's still a conversation happening at all, when Louis pushes up the hem of his dress to press a cold hand against Owen's cock. Always cold, a contrast Owen never gets used to, gasping at the shock and then biting his lip to suppress the reaction.
"I always wonder who trained that silence into you. I'm trying to show you off," Louis says. Owen can hear the pout in his voice. It's the same note that guides Owen to no longer hold back the resulting grasp when Louis presses his thumb against the head and slowly trails fingers down in a movement that was far less helpful than Owen would've decided.
If the prior conversation between Louis and this mystery voyeur was static in Owen's ears, then his own pleas and whines were all but void to Owen. He's not aware of the noises he makes while Louis toys with him to show him off, but he's aware of how his thighs shake in an effort to not close. By the time Louis stops his hand— taunting close to Owen's finish— the blindfold is damp with tears that well up and simply won't fall. He can't bring himself to cry, no matter how relieving it would be to let go.
Owen whines. And behind him, with an unmoving hand behind Owen's dress, Louis tuts, saying that Owen knew what he'd have to do to earn this. Using the hand that had been previously free to continue playing with Owen's hair to pinch his chin, raising his head as if to look at the man in front of him. The man who Owen didn't know, but still most be there, if the loud silence was at all telling.
"Tell my good friend Legundo what you want, dear."
Owen doesn't know the exact words that leave his mouth. He begs, high pitched and whiny, to be allowed a handful more of touch.
"What a cute display. What do you think, my friend? Has he earned it?"
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FUCKING HELLOOOOOOOOO i read this ask and my penis exploded. i’m. ugbhhbhg. lays dead on the ground. holy shit. ok first of all “i always wonder who trained that silence into you” UNCALLED FOR 🥺 louis encouraging him to be more vocal during sex is always so sweet and also so hot. speaking of which
second of all HOTTTT holy shit oh my god i’m like. struggling to find words bc it all comes out as I Hauve Covid…… the blindfold is so fucking inspired also, the idea of being shown off but not knowing to who is SOOOOO 💥💥💥💥💥
as for bodice ripper villain legs you are SO right that goes crazy. could definitely frame it as like, louis keeping owen human (bc #HisPetBloodbag) and legs being very insistent that louis is being SELFISH by refusing to turn him, owen’s disease is clearly a danger to him and it’s irresponsible to continue to risk his health like this. so naturally legs is trying to steal him and turn owen himself. it’s very twilight love triangle Two Beasts Fighting Over One Owen but in their defense owen is a very cute pet so i’ll give them that
hai :3 i have an idea for a yan!reader, if you’re open to hearing it.
reader who didn’t have any close relationships (even with their own parents) before ua is a surprisingly content darling for platonicyan!1a and platonicyan!teachers. they’re quite relaxed, actually, and seem to have adjusted to the… strange behaviors… of their cohorts like a duck to water.
then the training camp arc happens and bakugo is kidnapped. to make matters worse, reader is mysteriously gone hours later with no sign of what happened. naturally people believe they were kidnapped as well, why would they think otherwise? it never crosses anyone’s mind that reader might have gone off on their own.
the rescue mission for bakugo is largely unnecessary as by the next dawn reader, absolutely covered in blood, returns to camp with bakugo in tow fussing over them. they didn’t kill the LoV- frankly, they know they’re not strong enough to singlehandedly do that. but they sure as hell maimed them for taking their friend, their family, their brother, away.
Anon I love your brain omg, imma eat it to absorb its knowledge if you don’t mind. ^^!!
When reader just— casually reappears like you haven’t given everyone a heart attack —with Katsuki everybody is shocked. Having yet another heart attack at the sight of all the blood. Immediately rushing to check on you and to see if you’re hurt. Only for you to reassure them that most of it isn’t yours, which barely helps to ease their anxieties.
Katsuki is of course scolding you for being so reckless and not letting him help you. He’s been doing it the whole way back. He’s mainly upset with himself for being the cause of your rampage. If he’d hadn’t been kidnapped you wouldn’t have had to get all bruised and beaten like this. Even worse is that he couldn’t do anything to help.
Also you can bet your left asscheek that once you were taken (forced) to the hospital there wasn’t a single second you were alone. It’s like they had a rotation for who got to sit by your bed and watch over you. Not that you minded, you were absolutely delighted that you got to spend this time with them. Your family. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
Honestly you’d probably would’ve crashed out if you weren’t allowed to see them while in the hospital…
if i actually liked shotas and not just respected them on principle i would sooooo write a monty x shota will fic from when they were alive.
when i’m in a sad song competition and someone brings out motion picture soundtrack
have you played or watched anyone play black myth wukong yet? that game is so GOOD
I HAVE I JUST SUCK AT SOULS-LIKE GAMES AND AM TOO BUSY TO ACTUALLY SIT DOWN AND FOCUS ON PLAYING IT //SOBS IN A CORNER
I could watch someone play it but I am determined to do it myself I MAY SUCH AT SOULS-LIKE GAMES BUT I AM A STUBBORN BITCH
I want so badly to actually play through it and am hoping that by December I'll have a better appointed schedule to actually have free time to play games while also working on the fic and my other project that'll be a surprise for the future~
i picked my partner's brain for an au, they gave me rival fashion models well- okay they gave me rival runway models doing really weird fashion but that doesn't really fit Shuichi well so i broadened it.
anywho Saiouma being fashion models who fucking hate each other but are really gay about it- enemies to lovers- simpping over one another but trying to not
this isn't going anywhere my brain is distracted cause i'm still in the call
thinking abt... spam showing up to a date.... in this