7 Works by twincest
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What terrible luck for Morticia to get abducted out of her room in the dead of night!
Surely circumstances can only get better. -
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The setting sun is warm on your skin and all at once you are acutely aware that this is not a dream.
On the contrary, it feels as if you’ve just woken up.
It’s a tingling, familiar sensation that washes over the forefront of your mind as you blink and take in your immediate surroundings.
You’re in The Neighborhood, sitting underneath the apple tree, watching Wally Darling paint a canvas opposite of you across the picnic blanket.
You rub your forehead.
Yes, this feels like waking up from a dream. This is a feeling you’ve had when waking up in bed before, making a conscious effort to retain the fleeting details of another world.
But alas, the more you try to retrace the steps of those fanciful happenings, the more your mind wanders off trail.
What were you dreaming about just now? -
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You have an addiction to Plush Rump and regularly fantasize about the man behind the camera.
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This was confinement with a purpose. Here, you couldn’t procrastinate by picking up small talk about TV shows you didn’t watch or stare outside at the falling snow. More importantly, Connor couldn’t pull your attention (unless you thought about him) by simply existing in your proximity.
But how could you not think about him? Even for an Android, he was the image of perfection with his chiseled body and his handsome face blessed with such kissable lips…
You shook your head quickly, forcing your attention back to the monitor. -
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This would be Connor’s third time attending the New Years Eve gathering for the Detroit PD, and this year it was taking place at a new restaurant called The Golden Calf at the recommendation of one of the officers that had thrown a birthday party there a few weeks back.
Even though he’d insisted each year that he didn’t mind working on the holiday, Hank had twice now all but dragged him out for the celebrations. But this time he didn’t require any convincing. Fowler had ordered him and his partner to partake in the festivities to get their minds off of the case, much to the detective’s chagrin. -
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Although she’d seen Connor “die” occasionally during their time together, she’d never been asked to look after his body until Cyberlife’s retrieval unit arrived.
This was indeed a rare opportunity.
Without any other commotion left, the suspect hauled away in a cruiser and the police tape already fenced over the warehouse entrance, the detective was left to stare at the RK800 in silence. Alone.
It was all too easy to remind herself that this was only the RK800 right now.
It was Connor when he was inside of it. But that didn’t make his shell any less handsome. The fact that he even had a shell and could interchange them was endlessly fascinating and a testament to the eternal beauty of Androids.
(EDIT: Sequel chapters added, with two different endings.) -
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It was two in the morning, and Karen was always careful to avoid the first square foot of carpet directly in front of the door to the house when she stepped in.
That particular patch would creak--not loudly enough to wake anyone up--but she wasn’t taking any chances with how her head still felt detached.
Karen’s first experience with weed hadn’t been what she expected at all, and as she stepped over the half torn welcome mat and tiptoed into the bathroom she was already wondering what ecstasy might feel like next week whenever Pete’s connection came through.Kenren; oneshot; Karen has been sneaking out at night to hang out with her goth friends and Mysterion is concerned.