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THEY KNOW THEIR TARGET AUDIENCE
I was commissioned to draw some Frender so here you go~
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Crossing the Line (David 8 x OC)
I wanted to write something but I’m still not in a smutty mood, which is unfortunately where all my WIPs are stalled at, so...here’s a mostly fluffy David one-shot (although it could also be a low-key sequel to Touch-Starved)! Enjoy! (( gif belongs to @niralamba ))
He had intended to observe from a distance, as usual. That had been their agreement, to keep a normal and work-appropriate relationship on display when the possibility of another crew member seeing them came about. Kisses, embraces and other future displays of affection were to be kept behind closed doors for now, considering the crew's general negative feelings toward him and robot/human relationships, they'd both agreed to this. But as David observed the way her brows knit together in frustration through her reflection in the metal surface before her, he found his legs had a mind of their own as he slowly made his way toward her distracted form.
“Do you require assistance?” he asked when he was only a few feet away, and watched as her body seemed to experience a light tremor. With a deep breath, she turned around and looked to the blonde synthetic, a small and weary smile on her face.
“David, you scared me!” Before he could apologize, she cut him off, “I don't mean that you exactly scared me, you just...I didn't think anyone else was up.”
“I don't require sleep, ma'am,” he explained with a soft smile.
Her voice lowered, and she turned back to her work, “I wish you wouldn't call me that.”
David took another step forward, and with a hesitant hand, cupped her shoulder with his long fingers, “It's habit, I'm afraid. I'm working on it.”
Her fingers stilled from her work, and she reached up to place her hand over his, giving him a small squeeze. “I think this might be crossing that line we talked about.” She turned a little and looked past him, glancing in all directions and seeing no one else, hearing nothing outside themselves. A soft smile tugged at David's lips when she rose up on the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek, the synthetic bringing his free hand to her chin to carefully claim her lips. Kisses were still new to him after all, he was still practicing.
“Are you almost finished,” he finally asked when she dropped back to her normal height.
“Nearly,” she answered, knowing she was nowhere near done. Her work had started to suffer a bit as she and David had become closer, she'd already been scolded by Ms. Vickers, though she'd kept that knowledge to herself. She didn't want David to worry, it wasn't exactly his fault that he proved to be such a distraction. But once again, she found his close proximity pushing all intentions to do her proper job falling to the wayside.
“May I join you in your room tonight,” he inquired, and her brows rose as she stared up at him in surprise. David had yet to give any indication that he was ready to bring...intimacy into their budding relationship. “Just to rest, of course,” he quickly corrected as if he could read her thoughts, “I like to watch you sleep. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable.”
Her hands rose to slide through his bleached locks, and she pulled him down to her for another brief kiss, “If it were anyone else, yeah, that might be a little weird,” another soft kiss, “but you can come to my room if you want.”
David had been hesitant about acting on any of his more provocative urges, working to stay content with kisses, but he desired more, and suspected she did as well. After a brief internal deliberation, David leaned down enough to reach her lips, pressing his mouth a bit more firmly to hers, lips parting slightly. When she responded in kind, he found his arms moving almost on their own, encircling her waist as his kisses became more insistent, felt her arms rise to wrap around his neck. He drew away from her lips and began to experimentally press kisses to other places, moving along her cheek, over her ear, feeling her shudder in his grasp when he found her throat. He nearly pulled away, but he felt her fingernails dig into the back of his neck and knew he'd found something special. Employing what knowledge he'd gathered from the various films and digital novels available on the ship, he began to carefully suck at her throat, felt her fingers moving into his hair and pressing him even closer to her, heard her breathing turning to gasps and whimpers as he continued, his own arms unwrapping from around her to explore her sides with his inquisitive fingers. His digits ghosted over a particularly sensitive spot, and she shook a little against him, giggling at the ticklish touch. She suddenly found herself being lifted from the floor, David taking hold of her thighs and placing her effortlessly on the sturdy metal surface she'd been working at before his interruption. He pressed her legs apart, and stepped between them, his mouth finding her collarbone and suckling at it as he had her neck, but the sudden surprise in her voice brought him out of his actions. He looked to her face, and she stared in silence beyond him, David hesitantly turning around to find Captain Janek standing silently in the doorway with a casual grin on his face.
“Y'all don't mind me, I'm just, uh,” Janek shoved his hand into his pocket and produced a flask, “just gettin' a refill.” He reached up to scratch at the scruff slowly growing in and obscuring his chin, taking a quick glance around in all other directions before looking back to the young woman and her apparent synthetic lover, “Better not let Vickers catch you though, she'll lose her shit.” Without another word, just a wink instead, he turned and left to wander back to his room, not particularly caring about the situation he'd just walked in on. It had nothing to do with him, and it wasn't his nature to go around gossiping.
The human moved to slide herself off of her perch, but David was turned around with his hands carefully grasping her hips before she could move more than an inch. He leaned into her to press a much softer kiss to her lips, and she leaned her forehead against his with a smile, “So much for crossing that line.”
Tagging @tradigitalhollow @taxodium-distichum @hotmessfassy @cirunia @pro-procrassie @fassyownsmyassy @filling-the-darkness-with @danihabisky @mldivers
http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/heat-vision/amazon-studios-adapting-sci-fi-873653 Written & Directed by: Stephan Zlotescu / [email protected] Director…
@synthetik-symphonies @maewilkesn13
OMFG I’m doing my homework (looking for film production companies I could intern for) and I found this short and it’s AMAZING!!! You’ll love it!!! It’s going to be made into a series for Amazon IIRC.
[OOC] I just want a character to put this song on their record player and slow-dance with my Muse
@david8rp said: “I found this song appropriate for dancing,” David told Mae. “Although I do not completely relate to the sentiment…” He stepped up to her, took her hand and rested the other on her waist. He moved close enough so their bodies were touching and began to sway slowly. “I do not completely appreciate the subtle joys of intimacy, but perhaps in time you can show me.” He felt peaceful, warm, relaxed. Was this what she was feeling as well?
“The meaning of the words in this song, David, they explain an intimate kind of love.” She pressed her cheek against his with the lightest touch. To accept this dance was to make a romantic choice of her own accord, and it made her feel both sad and happy at the same time. “"I think it’s very appropriate that you chose it, as you will soon come to know me very intimately.”
Instant Crush - a David 8/OC AU fic Part 6 : Bosco
*And when I get drunk
You take me home
And keep me safe from harm*
“And all you've done is kiss?”
“That's all, I swear.”
Natalie stared with wavering sight at Helena as she clutched to a tall glass of alcohol. Weeks before David had shown up at her door, Helena had agreed to go to a bar with Natalie, but she'd put it off every chance she could, until she'd finally run out of excuses. David had even agreed to accompany her, but her friend had insisted it was a girls night only, no boys allowed. The synthetic had begrudgingly stayed behind, not fully trusting this woman with his human, particularly not when intoxication was on the table, and especially not trusting her ability to protect Helena from the prospect of other men.
“I would have b-...banged him by now,” Natalie mumbled drunkenly, bring her glass back to her lips for another sip. Helena just looked around, bored with the situation she was in. She wasn't much of a drinker, and she would rather be at home, curled up on the couch with a blonde android. But she'd convinced herself that it would make her a bad friend if she kept blowing the other woman off, especially considering there wouldn't be a blonde android to curl up with in her home if it wasn't for her Weyland-employed friend. “Come on, you've only had one drink...you'll n-never catch up with me at this rate.”
* * *
The evening wore on gradually, and Helena managed to consume enough alcohol to make her tipsy, and she became the giggly young woman she always became when she was inebriated. She'd already been approached by a few men, one of whom persistent enough to give her his number when she wouldn't give out her own. She'd crumpled it up and stuffed it in her pocket as soon as he walked away, and it was quickly forgotten. Natalie had become even more intoxicated, and was starting to press Helena with questions she hadn't quite expected.
“So, he's not, um...he's not aggressive with you or anything? Like he just acts like a normal guy?”
“I mean, he acts pretty normal I guess. You work at Weyland, you know more about his temperament than I do.”
“Well,” Natalie continued, trying to look Helena as straight on as she could, “they've been doing some more thorough testing on the Davids with, ya know...extra parts. And, um...there's this theory going around that...oh, something about the synthetic testosterone making them more...predatory? He doesn't seem like that to you? Like he's not pressuring you or making you feel...weird?”
Helena squinted her eyes, trying to think and remember with her liquor-clouded mind. David certainly liked to invade her personal space, and that day in the forest had been...odd, but predatory seemed like a pretty strong term. She shook her head 'no', but quickly stopped when she started to feel especially dizzy. “I wouldn't say he's predatory, he's just,” a smile broke over her face as his decidedly beautiful face popped into her mind, “...he's just David.”
Natalie continued to stare hard at her, but in her state, she found it difficult to hold a thought long enough to press her friend further. “I think...I think we should get out of here. It's pretty late. Oooh, I'll get us an Uber.”
Helena sat up a little straighter, her logical brain trying its best to steer her to safety, “I don't think that's a good idea, you never know who might be driving it. You should call your boyfriend.”
Natalie's eyes lit up and she reached for her phone instantly, pulling up his contact info and immediately placing the call.
* * *
David stood in the doorway of the bar, scanning for the ginger-haired young woman in the moderate crowd. Natalie had taken her phone and immediately called Helena's home phone to reach David after she'd gotten off the call with her boyfriend, insisting that the synthetic come pick Helena up since her boyfriend lived in the opposite direction. David had practically been out the door before Natalie could even hang up. Now, he stood in a smallish brick building, full of inebriated humans, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief when he finally caught site of his housemate. He made his way straight to her, and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, a look of relief all over his face as she turned around and seemed practically ecstatic to see him.
“David!” she nearly squealed when she turned to see bright blue eyes staring down at her. The synthetic was a little taken aback at the way she wrapped her arms around him as casually as if she hugged him every day. David cautiously raised a hand to rest on the small of her back, pulling her a little closer to him and looking up to stare with barely-concealed contempt at Natalie and her boyfriend. He'd yet to meet this friend of Helena's but he knew enough about her to instantly pass judgment.
“Helena,” he said in a soft tone, leaning down to her ear, “we should get you home.” Helena turned her face from where it had been buried in the synthetic's chest, and turned to Natalie. She said her goodbyes, and reached to grasp David's hand to lead him out of the bar. David was ready to follow, but the hand on his arm drew his attention back to the source of his irritation.
Natalie got closer to him and whispered drunkenly, “You better be good to her. We're getting weird feedback on your 'kind', and-”
“We both know I should never have been assigned to Helena in the first place,” David interrupted, staring the drunken girl down, barely concealing his disgust at her sloppy state and the risks she had invited Helena into that night. “Regardless of that, she's clearly safer with me than she is with you. You're so intoxicated that you probably won't even remember this conversation, so I'll be blunt. I know and you know that you could be fired and sued for what you've done. So,” David stood straighter, eyes almost emotionless,” stay out of our relationship, and I'll keep your secret. Understood?”
Natalie stared back up at the synthetic, visually stunned and slightly sobered from his confession of knowledge regarding his placement with her friend. All she could manage was a nod, and David turned away immediately, moving the hand that had been hanging on to Helena's, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder instead to lead her away from the establishment.
David walked slowly toward the car, supporting Helena's weight with ease as she leaned against him, her cheeks flushed and a contented smile on her lips. He wrapped his arm around her more securely as he reached her vehicle, unlocking and opening the passenger door for her, and helping her in. Helena looked up into his eyes, still smiling softly, and reached a hand up to his face before he could move to close the door. “David...thank you for coming to pick me up. I missed you all night.”
David remained still for a few moments, just staring down at her and processing her words. She never declared out loud that she'd missed him before. He wondered briefly if the alcohol in her system was making her more honest. He'd been repulsed by her friend's drunken state, but that had come from his resentment toward her actions that could have put Helena in danger. The dreamy eyed girl with her hand pressed lightly to his face, he found...endearing. He liked this honest and uninhibited side of her. He started to lean toward her, set on pressing a kiss against her lips, but thought better of it, reluctantly pulling away again. He took hold of her hand and gave it a little squeeze, then carefully closed the passenger door.
* * *
David remained quiet on the ride home, trying to concentrate on the road, and not the girl beside him with her head slumped against his shoulder. He sighed in relief as he finally reached their home, giving a slight shake to Helena's shoulder as she'd fallen asleep against him. The synthetic stepped out of the car, moving around to the other side, and opening the door for her, arms reaching out automatically when she seemed to trip over nothing upon stepping out of the car and nearly falling to the ground. “Sorry,” she whispered quietly, clinging to him. David shook his head a little, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and moved to scoop her up instead, realizing she'd never make it up the short set of stairs leading to her front door. She tried to protest, but he just whispered a little “shhh” and continued on. Once inside the house, he gently laid her down on the sofa, going to fetch a water bottle out of the fridge and urging her to drink.
“It's okay, David, I only had a few drinks. Natalie says I'm the biggest lightweight she's ever met.” David visually cringed at the mention of the name, and Helena reached for his sleeve when he moved to pull away again. “What's wrong?”
The synthetic closed his eyes for a few moments, searched for a gentler way to phrase his irritation with her friend, “ I don't like that your friend encouraged you to go out when you didn't want to. She put you in a dangerous position. Any man could of...,” he gritted his teeth and fell into silence at the thought of some organic man approaching her, laying his hands on her, trying to-
“Oooh, that reminds me,” Helena suddenly announced as she dug a hand into the pocket of her very tight pants. She pulled out a crumpled slip of paper with a name and phone number written across it, and jealousy and hurt crossed David's features as he registered it for what it was. She gently pushed it into his hand, and looked back up into his conflicted eyes, “Will you throw this away for me? I don't want it getting caught in the wash and little pieces of paper getting stuck all over my clothes.” David looked at the little piece of paper in his hand, then moved silently away from her, ripping it up into smaller pieces and disposing of it when he reached the garbage.
“Why did you keep it if you didn't want to use it?” he asked, still in kitchen and out of her field of vision. He didn't want her to notice the jealously he knew must be written all over his face.
“Some guy kept bothering me. I wouldn't give him my number so he gave me his. I didn't want to hurt his feelings and throw it away in front of him.”
The blonde was silent for a few moments, then decided to venture forth with the question that was burning into his synthetic brain, “Why did you reject him?”
Helena was quiet for a few seconds, then David saw her pop her head into view from the other side of the couch, staring at him with an incredulous look. “Why would I want his number? I already have someone I like right here.” Helena watched as relief seemed to pass over David's face. “Were you jealous, David?” He stared into her eyes for several seconds, processing the multitude of urges rising up inside of him. Helena slowly and carefully stood up, taking cautious if a bit wobbly steps around the furniture and toward him. “David?” she whispered as she moved closer, reaching a hand out to grasp his. “You don't have to be jealous. All I could think about while that guy was talking to me was how much I wanted to see you.” David spread his fingers to interweave with hers, lifting his other hand to run a thumb over her cheek and resting it against her bottom lip.”
“Is that all you wanted to do? Just see me?” he whispered, confidence quickly returning as he lowered his face and raised her chin up with his fingers so that their mouths were inches from each other. Helena took the initiative, pushing up on her tiptoes and pressing hers lips to David's, reaching up to run her fingers through his soft, blonde hair. The android immediately wrapped his arms around her slim waist, pulling her soft frame flush against his solid body.
Helena gave a little yelp of surprise as her feet suddenly left the ground and David picked her up, hands clutching to the bottoms of her thighs as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, and he carried her silently out of the kitchen, through the living room, and straight through the open door of her bedroom. She let out a gasp of his name as he laid her carefully atop the soft comforter, arms shooting back around his neck again and pulling him down to her. Helena's chaste kisses from before were quickly forgotten, their mouths now parted and their tongues occasionally darting out experimentally, David pushing the human more flush against the bed, crawling on top of her and settling carefully over her body. His lips parted from hers and began to trail slowly across her cheek, brushing against her ear and descending down her throat. The android listened with smug pride to the sound of her heavy breathing and gasps at his actions, the way she'd let out soft moans when he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her collarbone. His hands began to play teasingly at the buttons of her blouse, Helena's head rolling to the side away from him and whimpering his name. He unbuttoned the topmost button, then another, placing barely-there kisses to her flushed skin as he gently spread the material, pausing to look up at her face, eyes closed, letting out little sighs, drowsy...
When David didn't move for several seconds, Helena peered down at him curiously, and found him staring back up at her. “David, what's wrong?” Without a word, the synthetic pushed himself up to hover over her face, an arm supporting his weight, the other reaching a hand up to cup her cheek.
“We should stop. I'm...you're too inebriated to truly consent to this. I don't want you to regret this in the morning.”
“David, I won't-”
“No,” he stated firmly. He leaned over again to press his lips gently to hers, instantly regretting his words as he felt her press her soft body more flush to him. But he knew it wasn't right. He knew that his tainted programming was urging him to keep going, tear her clothes off, bury himself inside her, but...he was doing everything he could to fight it. “I would love to continue this when you're sober, Helena. But for now, you should really get some sleep.” David pushed himself up, briefly straddling her hips before moving to leave the bed. He turned back toward her as he felt her small hand reach out to grasp his larger hand gently. He looked back into her eyes, still dreamy with a little smile across her slightly swollen lips.
“Will you at least stay in here with me?” she asked, hopeful. David was quiet for a few moments, before finally giving a small nod. He went to work helping her get ready for bed, taking off her boots and socks, helping her remove her very tight pants and resisting the urge to drag anything else with them down her legs. He left her button-down blouse on, and went to remove his own clothing down to his Weyland-issued underwear. David eventually slid back into bed beside her, and she instantly was pressed against his side, cuddling up to him like a child and pressing closely into him. David stared up at the ceiling of the dark, quiet room, content to listen to her soft breathing as she slowly drifted off.