Die of Death (REQUESTING BOOK)

by KittHistorias

Summary:

Use this book to request fics for me to write them!

Chapter 1: Request Chapter

Summary:

just a request chapter, with rules and everything :D

UPDATE: THE REQUESTS HAS BEEN CLOSED FOR NOW! BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN THAT IN THE NEAR FUTURE I WON'T OPEN THEM AGAIN! DON'T GIVE UP ON THEM YET!
I'LL KEEP SOME OF THE STUFF SUCH AS RULES ARCHIVED WITH THE PURPOSE OF REMINDING PEOPLE ON WHAT THEY CAN OR CAN'T REQUEST TO ME :)

By the end of the first wave of requests, I'll open a surprise chapter for a surprise fic! It won't be a smut fic, but there will be a lot of stuff happening there.
The chapter will have a completely random question and the way of finding your answer inside of the fic will be a surprise too!

INTRODUCTION:

Hey hey everyone! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
I was NOT expecting my die of death fanfic to get very popular!!

But since it got popular, I think its only fair that I make a requesting book for it!!!

Well, the rules that I will apply for a concept to get chosen is:

- No underage characters involved
- It has to be about die of death
- It cannot contain stuff like incest, pedo, unconsensual stuff or perpetrator x victim

Stuff I will allow:

- Sex between 2 adults or more
- Ships like stalker x stalker, bully x bully
- Any weird shit
- Cute, romantic stuff too!

If the idea is accepted, I will tell you and start writing the fanfic!
AND that's all :D

PROGRESS:

Already written chapters:
Artful x Loveshot (sfw)
Killdroid x Revolver
Harken x Esterflowers (sfw)
Top!Devesto x Bottom!Mequot
Killdroid x Badware
Artful angst

It still has to be written in this book:
PowerBottom!Devesto x ServiceTop!Mequot
Killdroid x Harken (sfw)

Separate fics requests:
Killdroid x Badware (multiple chapters)
Surprise fic (multiple chapters)
Artful x Pursuer (sfw) (oneshot)

Chapter 2: Follow My Orders

Summary:

As Revolver spots Killdroid, with anger, he corners the murder machine, not expecting the reaction he would have towards it.

Notes:

Request by: killvolver enthusiast

Ship: Revolver x Killdroid

Power bottom Revolver x Service Top Killdroid

Word count: around 2k words

Revolver is a civilian that has a deep hatred for all the killers around his town since he has direct ties with the near police in his city, as his past job is a sherrif...
But, one of them are the one that makes him angry the most.

Which is Killdroid.

This killing machine made by the higher power — that are negligent towards the entire country, but, in specific, smaller cities such as his — were made to kill the indecents around the area.
And now, ever since he got sent by the goverment to hunt for "criminals", he started to shoot up the entire city that once he called it home, the place he grew up in, taking in with the rubbles the countless souls that were once hopeful of conquering their dreams, that had goals in life.

Because of all this fiasco in his life, his hatred towards the killing robot started to grow more and more, resulting on how he feels about him nowadays.

About the robot, he never truly understood what a criminal was.
So, for him, anyone that walked in two legs are deemed as such and has to be exterminated... Well, except for Revolver.

For some reason, Killdroid's interest towards him just grew bigger and stronger, making the robot obsessed with the figure.
And when its his turn to hunt the criminals away from the places he gets deployed at, he always leaves Revolver for last on purpose just so that he could stay longer with him and to face him without the fog (aka, other civilians) covering what he deemed the star of the show, the one that glows the brightest.

He even gets sad when he defeats the gunner, because he wanted his moments with him to last as long as it can, so he always makes sure to miss his missiles on purpose until he is forced to kill him because of time.

Ever since he started to obsesses over Revolver, he started to see the other civilians as threats to his sweet time that he could spend towards the ex-sheriff, making sure that every rocket he throws hits them in the most painful way possible and to kill all of them as fast as he could, so that he could stay with him alone — how it was suposed to be.

And today, it was his bright day to start killing the indecents that was flagged on a temple.

So, he started to get his missiles ready for action. He always carries around 1000 rockets every time its his turn to make sure that he doesn't run out of them. After all, if he does run out, he has nothing else to be able to slaughter the enemies away, deeming his demise for the round.

And once he was finished setting all the powder for the missiles, he just left the place he would normally stay at and followed his now agitated GPS to make his way into the evaded temple, taking him around 10 minutes to arrive at the place.

Now that he started to get inside the place, it was announced that it was his turn to kill, making Revolver sigh just from sheer anger.

The now ex-sheriff was just so tired of him always popping up when he least expect it, that today he wanted to teach him a lesson.
The plan is that he would get way closer towards the murderous robot, and would just punch him this time since he noticed that the gun wasn't making him go away.

I gotta teach that robot a lesson — said Revolver, demonstrating how unhappy he was with the goverment's killing machine that is troubling the peace around the corners. Making other civilians also leave the meeting place just so that they could try to stop Killdroid and his extermination tendencies.

Meanwhile Revolver was walking around, fists ready, he started to go to the first floor first, near the place that the Temple's protector stays at, which is a giant red ball, hoping that he sees Killdroid near him... But of course, he was not on the place he was, so he had to walk even further.

Now, he was on a bridge that was near a pink, sleepy ball. He assumes that these balls are directly linked with the main, red one that he has much consideration around. But sadly, he also couldn't find the robot again, making him go back in the progress.
And as he was walking back, he actually saw the murderer, that was near the fences where the red ball tends to ran for being disturbed by the others in general.

Now with this sight, he ran towards the killer just to confront him first, and once he confronts him, he would start beating him up to death.

HEY FUCKASS! — Shouted Revolver, being even closer to the hunting machine, making him also hear his scream.
YOU SHOULD LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE ALREADY! WE ARE NOT CRIMINALS! — the ex-sheriff also screamed, cornering Killdroid between the fences as he did so, giving the robot a... Unexpected reaction.

It wasn't fear, nor anger... It was arousal.
And the shooter definitelly noticed the tent between the robot's pants.

YOU ACTUALLY GET HARD FOR THIS? — was his reaction, showing complete surprise as to how that even happens... Giving him another idea instead.
Making him think that he should boss this robot around, assigning him orders. Maybe this will be way more humiliating for Killdroid, having to follow HIS orders instead of being able to kill him.

Well, since you seem SOOOOO interested in me, we should take this into other matters, ay? — he teased Killdroid, making the robot blush from this teasing. But in the end, the killer decided to agree with his decision to have sex with him.
With the robot's agreement, he gripped on the other's wrists and dragged him to be on a enclosed space, as to make sure nobody comes there by surprise.
And on that place, there was a statue, making it the perfect spot on the business they are about to do.

Follow what I say, I'm the one in charge here. — says the ex-sheriff, slowly approaching the robot for a kiss. And as they got closer, they started to kiss each other in a sloppy way, with their tongues fighting for dominance.
And drool was starting to drop from Revolver's mouth, falling directly to his clothing.

After a few minutes of just eating each other's mouths, they finally stopped the kiss, with saliva connecting to their mouths. Just to go for another kiss right after.
This kiss was even more sloppier, with even more drool falling directly from the shooter's mouth as his mouth got explored by the obsessed killing machine, giving them another few minutes just of making out again until they stopped so that they could breathe.

Both of them couldn't believe how aroused they were just by giving two kisses, until Revolver would remove his pants and notice how wet his pussy was.
It was so wet that he wouldn't even need a lubrificant, and when he removed Killdroid's pants, he saw how erect his robotic dick was.

Lay down. — was explicitly said by the shooter, and Killdroid complied with his request, laying down until only his dick was "standing up". And once he did that, Revolver started to sit on top of him, putting the other's dick inside of his vagina slowly to not hurt him, and his dick felt like a cold metal on his skin.

After he did that, he waited for his parts to loosen up inside this cold, metalic, and robotic dick to make sure that he wasn't getting hurt in the process.

I will start now — was the warning that the shooter gave, until he started bouncing up and down on the killer.

The way he was doing all the work was in a really rough manner. It was like he was reflecting all of his hatred towards this robot by this repetitive motion. And it was becoming hard for Killdroid to control the noises that were forming inside his mouth, as his breath starts to get hitched, making the one in charge notice him.

C'mon, reveal how much you wanted my pussy, fucker! — came right from his mouth, taunting the giver's failed attempt of not making noises... And after he heard that from him, he started to whine.

Oh shit! — Was thought by killdroid, noticing that he was almost cumming right inside of the bottom. And the other still kept his rough pace while riding him, while noticing that the robot was a wreck already.

Killdroid was moaning, his breath was hitching even more, and because of how much pleasure he was getting from the one below him, he was also groaning a lot.
Until... He left the other's dick.

Do you think I would leave here without getting pleasure too? — said Revolver, as he took Killdroid's hands and put them near his pussy.

Get to work — was his command, as Killdroid started to play with his very sensitive clitoris, doing a up and down motion using his fingers.
And he took two fingers and put them directly in contact with this boy's pussy, sticking them inside his vagina.

He moved these fingers in a way that he could touch the inside and also stimulate his clitoris.

The shooter's breath started to get quick, showing enjoyment towards his work, making the robot go even deeper inside of him to make him do as much noise as possible, finally getting some dominance towards this civilian.

M-my my! You know what a boy likes!~ — spoke Revolver, while also whining about how good it felt. Those fingers moving inside of him was driving him completely crazy

As the other felt edged enough to his satisfaction, he took his hand out of his now even wetter pussy, and then he went back to roughly jumping on his cock. Making the other yelp in surprise of this action.
And to make it even better for Revolver, he was also getting friction directly in his clitoris, making him also whine with Killdroid, that was a wreck and screaming his name loudly.

It wouldn't take a while, until Revolver squirted all over Killdroid, near the part he was riding and the robot ended up cumming inside of him right after, as he felt a thick water-like substance filling him over. And that marked the end of the clapping noises, that could no longer be heard from the place.

Revolver slowly got up, even though his legs were failing him. And once he got up, he cleaned himself and Killdroid, that was full of juices between his legs and got dressed up again.

After that, the ex-sheriff smirked, and whispered on his ear:

For a robot that was made to kill, you did good at killing my pussy too. — was said by him, while teasing the other. Killdroid just replied with a "hm" and looked at the other side, with a dark red blush being painted on his face.
When both of them were finished, they just parted their ways, going to where they were suposed to be on the first place, the temple.

It took him around 15 minutes just to find the other civilians, but in the end, he found them on the place they were suposed to meet up. As he was sprinting towards the location, the others spotted him, with worry on their faces.

Killdroid didn't try to do anything towards you, right? — said BonusPad, worried about his counterpart as he took too long to arrive.

No, he did nothing towards me — said Revolver, making sure to calm all the others down and to not raise any suspicions on what both of them did while they were waiting for him.

Maybe we should just enjoy the picnic, ay? — was Puncher's idea, which everyone agreed since tehy were hungry.
So, they opened the food basket that had a lot of sandwhiches, cakes, and started eating them once they sat down. It was pretty hard for the shooter to sit down, but in the end he managed to do so, also without raising any questions, enjoying the good food at afternoon.

Notes:

I hope you guys will enjoy this chapter!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Chapter 3: Delicate as a Glass Shard.

Summary:

Artful, with a troubled past, finally realizes he has someone to rely on.

Notes:

Ship: Artful x Loveshot

Requested by: FlockofLemon

Angst, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort!

Wordcount: 1.2k

After the goverment finally got exterminated, the civilians and now ex-killers agreed to finally live as a normal society, making the killers do the stuff they actually enjoys.

Pursuer went back to take a long nap, as he couldn't keep himself awake, Harken could finally find a room without noise annoying her — because the civilians helped her to deal with noise, to a point where taunter even gave her noise cancelling headphones — and Killdroid removed his missiles, as he felt that there was no need to use them anymore.

Now, you have been wondering...
What about Artful?

Well, he has been practicing more magic tricks as he always wanted to be a magician, but sadly, never got support from others — even from his now deceased parents...

Actually, they were the ones shaming him onto stopping this career, as they deemed it to be "stupid" and wouldn't get him to get famous nor anything.
And with the others also booing out of the stage, he realized that he was indeed alone in this world, causing him to go insane and start killing the civilians one by one, as the phrases from his parents repeated inside his head while doing so.

Now that he doesn't have to kill people anymore, he has slowly going back into performing magic tricks.
And at first, it has been really difficult, because once he picked up his magic wand, all of the thoughts he supressed for years started resurfacing

"Useless"
"Stupid"
"Worthless"

Were one of the very few insults that Artful used to hear from the people that should've cared the most about him — his own family.
He can also remember how his family thinks that only doctors and lawyers are sucessfull people. Calling art, the thing that always writes the story about humanity as a whole, as something entirely futile.

But, as he realizes that everything that he made sure nobody could see was slowly breaking through, he ended up starting to cry as he repeat the same words that everyone made him think that he was.

That he was worthless,
Useless,
And that anything he does was stupid.

The sobs that were once almost silent, invisible, started to hearable from a meter away from the room, catching a specific person's attention.

The person is Loveshot

After the goverment chacine ended, those two became closer friends as he started doing magic shows around the town as a form of entertainment for the people as a way of repaying for everything he has done towards them.

Loveshot started slowly approaching the place that the sobbing magician was inside, until he was fully inside a small room on the backstage, which he spotted Artful, with tears running through his eyes — making the wooden floor has the spots of the falling teardrops, and a wand, that was being held by his shaky left hand.

Hey... What made you cry like this? — asked Loveshot, worried about how his mood changed so drastically in the span of 3 minutes.

Its nothing. — responded Artful, not wanting to disturb the peace that the other can have by not having to deal with problems that isn't his.

I know that is not true... — the other reminded him, showing him that he knows something has happened, that made him feel the way he is feeling right now.

If you want, can you tell me what has been bothering you recently? You aren't being a burden by talking to me about it. — also reminded him, assuring him that he could trust him.

After all, everyone needs someone to rely on. You are still a person living in society, even if you think you aren't fully here. — was spoken softly by him, hoping that he has helped Artful to leave his shell, at least a bit.

"Well..."

Artful spoke, as he started sighing to be able to breathe properly, as it has been hard with his nose basically being clogged.

My mind doesnt leave me alone. — said the magician.
It keeps repeating in my head everytime people has judged me for the thing I'm most passionate about. 
My family calling me useless, worthless, stupid for choosing this as my career path.
At first, I tried repressing everything, my thoughts... But now I think it has been catching up to me as a whole now. — explained Artful, noticing that he had no other way of dealing with this problem, as Loveshot wouldn't be satisfied of him running away from answering his questions.

Maybe, you cannot change the past.
But you can influence the present.
And help with your future. — was told by the purple ex-shooter, while he built the sentences that he would use as advice for the struggling "friend" (he has a crush on him)

"I understand, it is really hard let go of the experiences you had when younger, I truly do..." "But you cannot make it so that it defines who you are today, and especially, who you are tomorrow."
"People are rude, cruel... But at the same time, they are the ones supporting you the most."
"What you can do to change this, is to focus on those that supports you..."
"You can notice that every single person in the shows you host also supports you too, just like me."
"You cannot let your past define yourself, nor let it dictate how you should think about your skills."

As Loveshot concluded the advice he has for him, he approached Artful even more and asked him this...

May I hug you now? — was the question asked by the friend, and he agreed to hugging him, making both of them put their arms around each other, just enjoying the moment as his sobs slowly faded away too.

Thank you. — whispered Artful, as he kept hugging him as tight as he could, even though his strenght was slightly affected by the fact that he was on tears.

After minutes of hugging each other, they finally let each other go, as Artful remembered he has a show to host today. And he wants to practice for the show as much as he could to have a good performance.

Timeskip --

On the show, that Artful was hosting, he performed a bunch of tricks to the audience.

Some of the tricks that were performed on this colorful stage were:
Bunny appearing from the hat
Floating cards
Card guessing

But, one of the tricks actually caught the attention of the audience the most.
That trick, he asked a random color at first, making the audience wonder... Until they said the colors.

Most of the audience asked for the color purple, wondering what he was up to.

Alright folks! Purple it is! — exclaimed Artful, excited to show them the trick.
And as he removed his tophat, he started putting his arm inside of it... Revealing bright, beautiful and healthy purple flowers, that looked beautiful.
Those flowers are lavenders.

Someone lucky will get the flowers today! — Artful spoke, throwing them at Loveshot's direction as he shouted happily.

And ladies, gentlemans and variations thereof... The show has its conclusion! Thank you everyone for appearing! — was said by the magician, going to the backstage after concluding the show.
Once he was fully in the place, he started getting ready, noticing how relieved he was for the help that he got from the supportive other.

Notes:

This is a completely NSFW-free chapter! No crazy shit, just cuteness

Chapter 4: Want your sword back? Come here and get it!

Summary:

Mequot notices that his sword, used to kill civilians, was just taken by Devesto out of pettiness.

Notes:

OMFG I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING TOO LONGG 😭

I ended up getting really busy lately with a bunch of stuff overall

ANYWAYS!

Requested by: F3XABYUZUR and kill me

Ship: Top!Devesto x Bottom!Mequot

Word count: 1.4k

Aditional tags: Aftercare, Anal sex and Improper use of sword

Mequot was wandering around looking for survivors as it was his turn to kill them away on the graveyard map... Which is pretty fitting for a mission like that.

As he was wondering around, the crunchy sound of grass and smell of it made him pretty calm, something that he isn't used to have, making him be a bit slower when walking...

Until he spotted a hotdog user.

When spotted, he ran straight towards them, knowing that he couldn't run away for much longer because of his... Specific-shaped figure.

He went directly to his pockets so that he could use the sword on them, until he realized something.

The pockets were empty.

His sword was not there.

FUCK! — screamed Mequot, very angry at the fact that his sword just got pick-pocketed by someone, which he already has a idea of who could be.

The person behind it must have been Devesto. Because yesterday his boyfriend and him fought, as he thought that his significant other was talking to Badware and even considered them a friend, making the other very jealous.

So, he definitelly took his sword as revenge for yesterday, as a sign of him being very jealous of him hanging out with Badware.

And meanwhile he was busy thinking about what just happened, and conecting the dots to the fight of yesterday... He just stood still, making the food eater very confused as to why.
But he took a opportunity to run away as fast as he could, considering that at any time, Mequot would snap out of it.

Tic
Tok
Tic
Tok

The noises of the clock was making him nervous, for the fact that he couldn't do anything the entire round for the lack of weapon, he was too weak to throw punches like Pursuer, and the sword that was stuck on him couldn't be moved or he would bleed out the entire round.

So, he just sat down on the grass, and enjoyed his time until he had to confront Devesto about today, showing how he lost the round because of him.
But, meanwhile he couldn't do that, he ended up laying down on the greenery, just enjoying the breeze being hit on his face.

Timeskip --

It was finally over — and the clock made sure to let him know of that.
So, he started to get up again and slowly walk to the killer's home, knowing about what he has to deal with next.

That took him around one hour just of walking there, but the wind was really enjoyable — something rare of happening on the place he lives.
And on the door, he unlocked it and just ran straight to Devesto's room, while screaming around the house.

"DEVESTO!!"

Was the name that the other killers could hear when he came back, making some of them wonder what happened for Mequot to be like that.

After a while, he finally found his room and opened it very fast.

WHERE IS MY SWORD? — Asked him, angry at his pissy behaviour from today.

What sword? — Devesto replied back, smirking at his now angry boyfriend, swords in hands...
He was swinging the sword from one side to another, laughing at Mequot while he asked about that sword.

I'M NOT JOKING, GIVE ME MY SWORD. — he said, even more angry at the fact that now he was being sarcastic towards him.

And since Devesto didn't comply with his request, he jumped on him to get the sword back, making him say something about this, making his fun-sized Devesto happy in the process.

Since you want it, then get it! — Devesto said, while laughing, wanting to suggest something.
And Mequot already knew what he was about to suggest, as he noticed that his member was very excited... Making him blush while staring at it.

I know what you will suggest, and I'll do exactly what you want me to. — Said the angry one, just straight up consenting on what Devesto is about to do.

Alright then! — he said, excited, as he swiftly took down Mequot's pants and tossed them next to the bed.

As Devesto and his lover were starting the act, he gave a pretty random request...

"Sit on your knees, and coat this sword handle really well."

Mequot definitelly understood by what he said about that, so, he started to get into work because if not, that would definitelly hurt a lot.

The handle has a metalic taste, it felt cold to the  touch of his warm mouth, and on the wooden parts, the texture was pretty funky — he could feel some small parts of the wood that was sticking out between his teeth.

At the same time that the saliva was being coated around the object, he could also feel like his own drool was falling from his chin.

When he deemed that it was enough sucking, he slowly pulled the sword out of the other's mouth, noticing the saliva string coming out of it.

Are you prepared? — asked him, as Mequot already knew that his sword will be used for... Something else.

He nodded, and the other started putting the sword handle little by little on the other's hole — that was a little tight at first.
It was a weird feeling to Mequot, as the handle felt a little cold for the most part, and the wood's "little hair" was scratching his insides too.

But, after a few minutes, he started to not feel tight anymore, and it was easier to move the known object that was filling him inside-out. Giving him Devesto's awaited request.

"Y-you can move now"

He started to move the handle inside of him like he was taking out the anger that he felt towards his behaviour of yesterday; being very rough to a point where the other could feel his insides getting scratched by the wood on it... 
To make matters even crazier, his speed was keeping up with the roughness, meaning that he was also getting pounded fast too.

To other killers, the worst part was how noisy it was, considering that Mequot's moans that was leaving his mouth were also really loud; as loud as the clapping noises that was on the room's interior, being hearable from the other's dorms too, but, they kept on business because they knew that other killers wouldn't be crazy to interfere.

As the clapping noises just got louder and louder, Mequot felt like he was starting to reach his climax, as he felt even hotter than before and with pre-cum already slowly dripping out of his dick — that his head was slightly swolen.

And then he felt his g-spot being perfectly hit, making him whimper in response to this sudden action really loudly, while shouting "R-right there!~", painting a smirk on the other's face.

Once he said that, Devesto started to be even more rough on his g-spot, pounding him on the exact place multiple times, because he intended to make Mequot lose his voice while screaming his name on a choppy voice.

After a few minutes of him hitting the other's sweet spot, Mequot felt his stomach finally getting too hot to handle, cumming on the floor on a white trail, and a satisfied Devesto looking and admiring the mess that he just did; while slowly removing the sword handle from the other's hole.

Hey, are you fine? — Asked Devesto, realizing how tired the other was, to a point where once the sex ended, he collapsed on the floor.

Maybe I went too rough on you, sorry for that! — also spoke him softly, to make sure that he doesn't wake up.
Now that he apologized for today, he started to slowly move a unconscious Mequot to his queen-sized bed — full of plushies of the couple & a F3X, a floofy, red soft blanket on it; and a good amount of cold, white pillows. He used a different blanket to cover the other since he didn't want to dress him without knowing, and he also didn't want to wake Mequot up considering how tired he was just from today.

While whistling, he started to mop the floor to clean his floor that had these cum stains that made the floor pretty dirty, brushing it using the mop until every stain got cleansed.

Once finished with the floor, he grabbed some tissues from his wardrobe and started removing the liquids from Mequot's sword handle, to make sure it was sparkly clean. When done with this step, he threw the paper to a small trashcan that is on his room.

Lastly, he walked towards Mequot — that was asleep, and slowly laid down next to his lover, that made him feel really warm as the cold night hit.
When settled, he started hugging him, becoming the big spoon. And that, on itself, made him start feeling his eyes heavy — basically telling him to close down his eyes.
After a few minutes, his eyelids finally shut down, as he felt the slightly cold breeze hitting his face.

Chapter 5: Rose Garden

Summary:

Life has been rough for Harken, a construct that doesn't like noisy places... And she has to deal with them.
But at least someone helps her in the process

Notes:

Request by: lesbian harken

Ship: Esterflowers x Harken

Hurt/Comfort, maybe I could put Violence on it? And fluff!
(Dont forget, Pretence being a piece of shit)

Word count: 1.4k

Today, has been a stressing day for Harken...
Considering how she was on duty today, with a bunch of taunters — the noisy class. And noises always reminded her of her old realm, where constructs tries to kill each other.

And it was so loud, that it felt like the world was ending for her at her very own eyes. Every time they got noisier, memories that were deep buried inside her brain remembered when she got kidnapped by those creatures that she calls humans, that wanted to start testing on her.

But... Not all humans were bad.

There was one in specific that she really liked being around.

Her name is Esterflowers.

On the opposite of others, that never respected her space in the first place, Ester understood that loud places was something that she hated.
She understood that I dont like being on this weird dimension, even though her home was a dangerous place.

Ever since both of them met up, they realized that both of them were meant to be friends in the first place.

And that, brings to the situation of today.

As multiple taunters just kept doing noises — even though she have shown to be getting really enraged, after a few minutes she officially went cray.
And the consequences of it wasn't pretty per say...

She started running towards the group, and tried  murdering them on harsh ways one by one.

The first taunter died when she punched and pinned him down to the grass floor, and started taking pieces of flesh out of his arms. Then, she started shoving her hands inside their back and pushed all the organs outside of his body.

The others, seeing the scene that just happened right before their own eyes, started running to different directions, hoping to not get heard by Harken, the enraged construct.

Even though a lot of them were caught even though they ran away pretty fast, two of the group of seven people ended up surviving and running away for safety. Indicating that Harken would finally be able to chill on her own...

Or maybe not.

As she was going back home and saw all of the killers being as noisy than the stupid taunters that she had to deal with while on chase.

And that, made her snap fully — to a point of her body starting to destroy on itself.

Every time she gets angry to this point of the body starting the process of destroying itself hurts her physically and mentally... And that was shown by her golden tears falling from her eyes from how in pain she was from everything.
Her senses gets stronger by default — even the noise, and it becomes straight up unberable to deal with.

The first killer she jumped to was Pretence.

For her, that killer is the most annoying, havoc causing thing to be breathing on earth. Because not only even his joints were noisy, he speaks very loudly around the house they live on purpose to piss her off. Their dislike for each other is mutual from him too.

For Pretence, she was someone that exagerates her feelings to a point where its uncontrolable and always thought that she was overreacting when she said that noise harmed her physically. So every time she's around, he gets way more loud than normally just to see when she will finally have a breaking point and watch her prove that noise "physically destroys her". Maybe now he understands what she meant by how her body looked like.

ESTER!! WE NEED HELP, QUICKKKKK!!— screamed Mequot, screaming loudly while shaking, seeing that the dummy was getting flayed alive by Harken, noticing his stuffing inside of him also being removed. He had tears on his eyes that dropped uncontrolably, staining the whole floor in minutes.

Meanwhile, Ester was chilling around her rose garden, that Harken helps her with the caring part of the plants. She was currently taking care of a carefully crafted ant farm owned by the construct, until...

"ESTER!! WE NEED HELP, QUICKKKK!!!"

She heard Mequot, completely scared, pleading for her to help him on something... But, she noticed that he sounded way more scared than normally — and that his voice was shaky too, signalizing her that it was something very serious.

She went on her way to the living room — in quiet footsteps, as quick as possible; with a worried look on her face because she heard horrifically sounding screams from everyone else that was present.

As she arrived, she saw Harken, completely unregulated and body being shattered in small parts, skinning Pretence alive as she was completely angry.
She was desperate, but couldn't show that to the others because they saw her as the only plausible helper at the moment.

Considering the circumstances, she slowly walked towards the scene and calmly whispered to her:

"Hey, follow me, lets go to my garden."

And she noticed that Harken did hear Ester, as she dropped Pretence down roughly — to a point where there was a loud thud on the floor, probably coming from his head. Leaving Pretence on the floor, on a life or death situation... The others will probably deal with him after helping deal with the girl's anger.

After leaving him to be, she started to follow the flower girl to the garden they both own, a garden full of red roses — Harken's favorite flowers. On the entrance, the garden had a frame full of red roses and leaves and a white, wood fence that had a heart-shaped hole on the top.

Once they stepped inside, it was like the foul energy suddently disappeared.

The sweet scent of roses polluted the air between them, the air felt fresher and windy, and the trees that was also around the garden made it look like a fairytale dream.

It was a comfortable place to relax for both of them, considering how silent it is.

As they felt the soft, airy texture of the soil hitting their feet, they went walking around the garden on the windy area, until they found a tree that had a beautiful shadow below it, deciding to sit there since their legs were hurting for how much time they kept strolling around.

Harken, how noisy was today? — Ester asked her, because of how odd she acted today.

"Well, I was on a place full of taunters."
"So, I ended up getting enraged because of how loud the place was..."
"But then, I thought that it would be over, as I got to kill almost all of them and the duty ended."
"Until I heard that everyone was screaming around the house."
"But... What made me more angry, was Pretence noticing I was there and started getting even louder!"

By that part, she started to shake out of pure anger by the dummy's behavior since he was always extremelly rude towards her since the start — and look that he was the newest addition to the team.

"So, I started noticing my vision getting a dark yellow tint..."
"And I looked at Pretence with how I felt"
"So I wanted to have revenge for everything he has done to me..."
"I believe that I did wrong for going too far, but maybe he pushed my buttons around way too much."

And what did Pretence did to you when I wasn't around? — asked Ester, curious about this small information that she dropped about him.

"Um... He always raised his voice higher on purpose when I was around since he thought that I was being a crybaby over loud places."
"That, if he didnt just take stuff from his room to make the room noisier for me."

The other's blood started to feel like it was boiling seeing how when she wasn't around, Harken was treated like that by others around her... She doesn't understand why people treats her like trash when she was the sweetest person on Ester's mind.
She knows that even though she liked quiet areas, without much living beings, she was still a good thing on her life. The only thing she ever wished for is to live a quiet, peaceful life... And yet people couldn't respect that.

Without much thought process, Ester gave her a surprise hug, that felt warm compared to the windy day, and Harken found that absolutely adorable of her...
Because when she hugs her, she realizes how... Short she is compared to her, so it looks like she is hugging her legs.

As she was hugging the other, she also assured that she would confront the dummy for his scummy behavior, and how bad it was of him for doing something like this in the first place.

After all of the talking and comforting, they laid down on the grass, with the cold shadow, and cuddled with each other until the day was over, since it was tiring for both of them.
Maybe this is their best night yet.

Notes:

Guys, I might've have gotten the flu again...
ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ...
Fuck the FLU fr fr

Man, this ship is fr growing onto me...

Chapter 6: Playing with the wires!

Summary:

Badware gets railed by Killdroid by special means after a stressing day.

Notes:

Explaining my disappearance by the end notes since it will be REALLY long 😭
Anyways!

Request by: :D / :P (not sure if they are the same person, sorry! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) )

Ship: Killdroid x Badware

Tags: Wireplay, both of them have genitals and squirting

Word count: 943

Badware was very moody for today, as their carefully crafted plans of dominating the tech scene went all to no avail.
A lot of their peons got destroyed by the civilians by the usage of punches over infected devices.

And Killdroid, seeing the news, swore to help his dear significant other...

Bringing them to the situation they were now.

Badware was sitting in the other's bed, with their chest open, all of his cables exposed, and a cold feeling that the malware was feeling because of the breeze in the murderous robot's room—and because they were naked too.

As for Killdroid, they were visibly hard, with their metallic cock twitching from excitement just from seeing the other being so vulnerable towards them.

At first, both of them kept feeling the coldness of the place they were inside, nervous about doing the next move; until one of them—in specific the computer, felt themselves shivering by the other's warm hands touching one of their tires.

The shivering wasn't caused by pain,

It was made out of arousal; giving the rogue machine thr sweet reaction they wanted so badly...

"O-oh my god-" Said Badware, yelping in surprise by the sudden pull inside his mechanical parts, in specific, the warm cables that were being carefully played with by their significant other.

The other noticed that they were actually enjoying their cables being played with, so, he took a small group of 6 more of them and slightly carressed it again, making Badware's breath get quicker—and his back buckling up into a beautifully sculpted arch when touched just made things more exciting, more... romantic. For both if them.

And that was the atmosphere both of them craved so badly.

And they need to keep the vibe going.

The murderous goverment-made robot took another group of tires from the computer's body and started fondling with them—one by one, focusing on how much Badware was enjoying it while he was carressing them in a loving manner...
Resulting in them shaking slightly from pleasure, their breath got even quicker, a fluid was coming directly from their mouth that resembled drool, that was dropping slowly; and their screen was also failing a bit during the acts showcasing how much they were enjoying it indeed.

Seeing their approval by their pleading eyes, Killdroid started to take even more groups of the colorful wires, making the other react each time by a loud—and cute whimpering noise, or a loud moan that could be heard from across the room, with the physical signs of horniness being expressed through them, while the other explored the abundancy of all the wires to see which ones made them feel less satisfied, or more satisfied.

And a specific cable in the "heart" of Badware was their g-spot, newly found by Killdroid, made their background wallpaper glitch, back started to fully arch—even more than when he grouped a bunch of the tires, and the malware loudly said with a shaky, raspy voice...

"R-right there!"

Hearing the computer's command, he took his g-spot cable and grouped with the others that made Badware feel so heavenly and carefully pulled them at once, making the other whimper, whine and gasp for air while their eyes rolled back to their head—since he didn't expect the shooting machine to do something so rough, but... It felt so good; to a point where Badware's eyes started to tear up and their vision to become foggy... Maybe now they know how it feels to see stars all around them.

As he kept pulling and stroking their tires, especially the g-spot, the monitor became glitchier and below their stomach there was a burning feeling, realizing their were reaching climax and wouldn't be able to not release for too much longer.

After all, it felt good—it actually felt amazing.

And Killdroid knew it.

So, he kept fundling with their g-spot and others using both of his hands roughly, but cautiously as to not hurt their partner in the process. Because after all, they don't want to damage—or, in worst cases, destroy the other's insides, no...
They wants to make them feel heavenly, make them feel the present and enjoy the moment while they could.
And they both knew exactly how each other was enjoying this, they truly were.

Badware's mind was out-of-the-world, just thinking about these warm fingers fucking them endlessly by pulling, stroking and combining those colorful cables, their eyes could barely see their surroundings because of how foggy it was.
Their chin? Was coated in drool, just like Killdroid's bedsheets. Their back were arching, legs shaking and the noises from their room just kept getting louder.

One last stroke, and the computer finally squirted, soaking their sheets with all of their mechanical fluids, coming right after with a orgasm that was loud and clear. Their screen's wallpaper became black from all of the stimulation, making only their fully dilated eyes visible to the human eye—that took the shape of a heart.

After this heart warming moment, Badware regained their vision—slowly frog blinking once the fog ended, making their vision way cleaner than in the heat of the act.
They felt the tear crusts on the corners of their eyes, their chin's texture was unrecognizable by how smily it was to the touch...
But, they felt the stress from today going completely away, being replaced by a calm feeling that was odd for them.

They looked at their lover at their front, looked at them in the eyes and spoke to them...
Thank you for everything.—Badware said towards Killdroid, pulling them into a hug right after.

Notes:

Ok so, A LOT happened during the weeks I was off such as:

Almost passing out because I scratched my finger by accident with a knife (it was so deep that it WILL form a scar on my finger)

I was helping someone with a project and it went so wrong that I couldn't sleep

Writing block, to a point I couldn't think anything

And the least severe which is me becoming a EToH player and grinding that game for weeks (my hardest tower is ToKY - tower of keyboard yeeting)

Hopefully now I'll be better (I REALLY HOPE THAT 😭)

Chapter 7: I haver dust in my white closet.

Summary:

Artful failed to conclude a show, getting boo'ed until he left the stage...
And he doesn't know how to feel about it.

Notes:

Request by: SalientSaline

Artful angst, no comfort
No ships either, just suffering.

Word count: around 1,2k

(I want to hug Artful after this ╥﹏╥)

"I hate myself"
"I failed... Once again"

Thought Artful, looking into the clear mirror while thinking to himself, wondering how everything went so wrong today.
Everyone boo'ed him on the stage while he was performing... That doesn't stop happening for weeks by now and he don't understand why...

The only possible person to blame was nobody, but himself...

I'm always trying to be the absolute best, but its like nobody sees my worth, my efforts—thought Artful, while he processes the overwhelming feelings that just appeared, thinking about the failure of a show, how he wasn't deserving to be called a magician.
And while he was into a unstable mood, he remembered stuff from his past; something that he was not supposed to remember.

It was something deep and scattered inside his ill brain.

His family.

His horrible family.

His family always dismissed him, since he was very little.
Because, although he wanted to get a lot of money from a dignified job that was seen with good eyes boy everyone around him...
His dream clashed between the high expectations of the others.

He wanted to be a magician, and bring joy globally.

Even though it didn't give as much money. He did all of this with a big, flaming passion inside his heart.

And his family's not happy with the outcomes of who was supposed to be a lawyer, a doctor.
His dream, when brought up, became a sick joke inside his household. And his mother and dad? They have never supported him when he needed it the most.

He started to hear his entire family's voices in this deep dive inside his now polished memories, all of them mocking him or saying negative things about him.

"Why don't you just give up?"
"This is futile!"
"I cannot believe that I had a failure of a son."
"Ooohhh, I hope you don't try to become the little magician in your adulthood!"

Oh, that last thought.

He forgot he had siblings.

He is a middle child, with a older sibling whose a lawyer, and a youngster that he can't event recall what he works with, considering how he cut off his family once he was of adult age—to be able to pursue his dreams and how his life should be going by.

Once his little brother was born, his world turned upside down even more.

He was used as an example of who he couldn't become... Not couldn't... But shouldn't become. The magician job was thought off as a reason to shame him, as a fear-mongering thing so that his brother would turn out to be afraid.
For them, he should become afraid of using creativity instead of machines. Of using a law book.

His older brother always looked down upon him since birth.

He thought of him as a dumbed-down version of a bigger picture. Artful was always the troublemaker, the bad person that sneaked inside his life...
Meanwhile, his older brother was a saint, never did anything wrong inside his house.
The older one was considered smart by their relatives, cautious, caring, endearing, just a shiny gold person to be around.

But honestly, in his entire life he was doubted by everyone.

His old "friends", "family"... Hell, even by strangers he wasn't good enough. He wasn't talented enough. He, himself, wasn't enough.

"I should've given up, I should've heard them."

Artful said, while looking at the mirror, not realizing the time pass by.
He was analyzing every singular thought that his sick mind could gather onto.
He needed someone, but he had nobody by him, nobody to hug him. God, he misses the easier days where he could just say something like "hey! wanna be a friend" and then he got a bunch of them on the same day.

Who is he fooling?

He never had any friends.

He was a loner his entire life. Even when he was as young as five years old... In kindergarden.
On that hellish place, the kids used to bully him for the same reasons as his family isolated him for years.
The start of classes he was pushed inside of his own locker then he was trapped inside of it, his food used to get thrown to the floor and used as a "mop" by other classmates.
Teachers used to mock him endlessly for being such a weird kid, that just nodded and only speaking when spoken too.

Now that he remembered about the teachers...

They used to pair him with his main bullies so that they had a reason to lower down his final grades—considering how they would force him into not helping in school projects, nor let him speak about what to do, therefore, he could do nothing but sit and watch.

Remembering these details about your life wasn't easy for anyone... Especially for a loner like him.

He felt hot tears coming from the corner of his eyes, growing from simple droplets to a whole river coming down his face... Making it soggy and messing up his make-up.
His hands were shaking badly, along with his legs, making him sit down from the lack of balance between his feet and his torso.

Sobs started to be louder and louder, after all, he remembered a lot of sick stuff today. His head was exploding with horrible headaches, that slowly transformed itself into a migraine. And his voice was shaky with his throat shaking.

Then, he suddenly felt numb.

His feelings washed away... Except one.

The feeling of being done with the suffering.

He slowly walked towards his closet, that wasn't too far away from the fancy mirror, and grabbed a heavy hammer that was bought with the magic shows in mind.
It's so heavy that it was hard to carry while walking towards the mirror... But in the end, this change will be worthy it—and it will bring him peace, something that he never got to having beforehand.

Finally being in front of the mirror, he swang the hammer towards the mirror.

"SHATTER."
"FUCKING SHATTER."

Screamed Artful, with the small, dangerously thin pieces of the mirror started to fall to his floor, that now had a slight problem: the shards were all over the floor.
But... He didn't care. At least not now.

He felt peace by his doorstep after lashing it all out towards his own, troublesome reflection. He hated seeing himself into the mirror anyway. Because seeing the reflection made him remember how much of a bad person he was. How badly of a magician he felt like he is.

After all of this, he walked back to his own bed, just thinking about tomorrow and how much of a failure he will always be—even though he always wanted to follow that career path.

His bed was warm, with three blankets stacked on top of each other. The lower blanket was soft, fuzzy and colored white.
The grey one was only fuzzy in the inside, but the outside had a shiny material.
And lastly, the last blanket was a checkered black n white blanket that was thick, but not fluffy.

Laying onto his bed, with a white pillow to the back of his head, he felt his eyes shutting down in a few minutes in—while holding his other black pillow to feel like he was hugging someone.
He put all of these blankets on top of him and fell asleep, not caring about how he had his makeup on still, nor about the fact he wasn't on pajamas.

Notes:

Who wants to hug Artful after this??? ╥﹏╥

Anyways,

Thank you everyone for your support towads this fics, I wasn't expecting do nave so many people in the first place! But I'm glad I did!!

Stay safe everyone, dont forget to drink water! ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧