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gourdkeeper · 7 months

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Poison Paradise (A.K.I. x Rashid)

Word count: 3403 Warnings: spicy towards the end (solo stuff), poisoning, drug usage, stalking, incapacitated, experimentation, embarrassment, fear, inappropriate erections, rashid is scaroused

He left himself wide open.

She could have had him killed on those rooftops that day. That excruciatingly warm day. He had helped her up. Not a shred of worry or fear that she could have easily had him foam at the mouth, convulse and spasm to his death would she have not held back and let him live another day.

The Master hasn't given a signal yet. She was growing inpatient. However, anything for Master F.A.N.G., she shall never disappoint her beloved. But, there should be no harm in toying with her prey a little bit, right?

At least, that's what A.K.I. mused to herself as she observed Rashid record a video by himself yet again. Training in the wreckage of a bridge not far off from the currently deserted train station. Leaving himself wide open, again. How sweet was it, pondering and dreaming of all the possibilities. Of slithering up to him and having his soul leave his body out of shock when he realises he is not alone in this (not so) lonely night. Of lightly scratching him, infecting him with a toxin that impaired his vision and motor skills. Of approaching him head on and challenging him to a fight she is bound to win while playing dirty. Slipping him poison or by contorting and squeezing around the clueless man like a constricting boa until his strength drains as she tightens to a claustrophobic degree and pinches the brachial plexus, having him fall to the ground and scramble to save himself and perform his obnoxious wind and parkour antics before realising it's too late and that he likely won't ever be moving that arm again without proper, long and rigorous treatment.

Delicious.

She had to suppress a laugh, it was all too good but she didn't want her ghastly pale figure to be sighted in the dark of the night just yet.

With the agility and stealth that would catch even the most trained ninja off-guard, she approached. Using the pitch black shadows to her advantage, A.K.I. slithered over to the corner of the building left to ruin besides the bridge. Her target and prized plaything was just up ahead. It shouldn't prove to be too difficult to get to him unnoticed for someone of her calibre. Her Master had trained her well. Scarily well.

Rashid was silent, not a very common occurrence mind you, likely because he was recording a reel of some sorts, something to show off and display his skills instead of attracting views with his over-the-top boisterous infooencer personality. He jumped in place, twirling his body and twisting at the hips with the agility of a cat avoiding its fall and fluidity of an eagle gliding with open wings. It was a sight to behold, truly, if only the audience was someone a bit more “normal”. A.K.I. silently rolled through the back of the walls of the building, it was almost inhumane, how she could slip, slide and glide across a surface so quietly and effectively just by rolling her shoulders and swivelling her hips opposingly. Without a second to lose she makes it to the side of the bridge and lets herself slip up underneath, hiding from any prying eyes as she approaches her poor self-absorbed victim beneath his feet. “Nishi-shi-shi-shi.”

Rashid froze in his tracks, a chill creeped up his spine setting off all the alarms in his body and mind, causing him to jolt, nearly losing balance and having to stumble back to not fall off together with the debris he kicked off of the crumbling part of what remained of this poor bridge. Surely that must’ve been the wind? He had been almost conjuring up a storm with the ferocity of his kicks and jumps. No one else was heard or seen. It was just him and the moon in the clear dark blue sky. Not even a single star to keep him company tonight. Or so he thought.

“Akh-!” He felt something prick his foot and swatted it, mosquitos were always a nuisance at this time of the year, he’d end up with countless new bites and go home itching to apply ointment to them. But this time, it was no mosquito, not unless mosquitos came in the purple claw-shaped variety now. His eyes were quick to spot it. A single claw dragged away scratching the concrete as it reeled back to its owner and lodging itself onto a pale, slender and elegant hand covered in what looked like a sleek metal gauntlet. That laugh. There it is again. How could he possibly forget? He’s not sure, in fact, he’s not even sure what his train of thought is right now. His mind is unbelievably foggy, his eyes hazy, he feels himself spinning even though he has not yet taken one other step, he feels his heart beating in his skull, a knot in his stomach threatening him to hurl and throw up everything he has had this day. He had been drugged. Rashid tries to focus his fleeting thoughts, holding onto the last bit of conscience before it slips away. He makes out her features and unmistakable albino-like complexion as well as her oddly long and unique thin silhouette. It was the very same woman that tried to attack him before that he foolishly showed mercy to. “Y-you…-” Was all he could muster before he slumped down and fell to his knees. His eyes rolled back and his jaw slacked open before falling backwards, twitching, like a puny fly that had been sprayed with pesticide.

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Not quite sure how much time had passed he pried his eyes open, eyelids heavier than cinder blocks, sight tarnished by black specs and lack of peripheral vision. It felt bleak. Numb. Hopeless. He recognized where he was. He had barely been moved. From what he can tell he had just been dragged into the abandoned house right by the bridge. As for his assailant… He can’t see her, but he surely can hear her and her haunting giggling. It was nauseating. It almost made him feel curious, a part of him wanted to get to know more of her and every other part wanted to run as fast and far as possible away from it all. Speaking of, panic is instilled in Rashid. He can think, he can see, albeit poorly but he cannot bring himself to move any other muscle that isn’t part of his face. It’s like his body stopped listening to his brain as a whole. Can he even feel? He wonders. He can certainly feel his brain, and he hates every single thing about that. Hyper aware of all that is going on, he can feel too much it seems. Nose hair itching, his pores sweating, his eyelids coating his eyes in fluid with every blink, his lungs filling with air, his blood coursing through his veins with every pump of his restless heart. He wonders if the effects of whatever he had been injected with were permanent or temporary. He glances down as best as he can and realises he has been stripped of everything but his pants. Just what is her plan exactly?

He could hear small and light footsteps drawing closer. The immobilised man decided to shut his eyes, as if playing dead would do much to help.

The air feels cold, his hairs stand on end as the silence grows. Did she go away? It feels like an entire hour has passed, he can feel his heartbeat grow erratic and his palms become clammy while he tries his best to keep his face neutral and eyes closed. Is it safe to open?

The immobilised man waits a couple more seconds before taking his chances and opening his eyes. Much to his relief, he sees the same mildew-filled ceiling and exhales, thankful to not be face to face with who had him done in.

"So impatient... If you waited any longer you could have fooled someone into thinking you were dead!"

He felt the colour drain from his skin and he tried to whip his head in the direction of her voice but unable to do so as if his body was strapped down horrifically tight with the toxin’s effects.

"...But not me." She snaked over his torso and stared him down with a crazed expression that could strike fear into the heart of just about anyone of sound mind.

Rashied tried to articulate words but his tongue felt swollen and heavy. Only a poor excuse of a "Why?" came out of his mouth.

She erupted in laughter, with no reason or intention of answering any questions that came out of her target and soon to-be test subject.

She drew closer, head almost pressing against his, her outrageous hair smushing and deforming between them as her clawed hand dragged dangerously over his jaw. "What to do… what to do…" she mused to herself, thinking out loud with no regard for her victim and not a single care if he could hear her or not. Rashid’s breath caught at his throat when he felt the dreaded claw break his skin. One single droplet of blood running down his face. Wondering if that clawed finger is loaded with poison as well. Was he going to die? He worriedly thought to himself. As if she could hear his thoughts she smiled wickedly. “Worry not! Your life is not coming to an end. Yet.” Much to Rashid’s relief she slipped away and got up, no longer pressing down on his chest but now crouching beside him, shaking what looked like a small glass vial with a purple liquid swishing around inside it and a needle on the other hand. “We still have sooo much to play with..!” She kneels down and eyes the man from head to toe. “Hmm… now all you’ve got to do is hold still and be a good boy for me if you don’t want to deal with less than optimal, dire, permanent consequences-” She gripped his jaw and forced him to face her, his body limping behind with no force. “Say “Aaaaa”-!” The viper of a woman gripped his cheeks making him open his mouth as her eyes widened. Pulling a single spherical object, no bigger than that of a blueberry and rolling it down his tongue. “Swallow.” She let go of him and let him slump to the ground gracelessly.

His mind goes hazy again. The effects of whatever she slipped him almost immediate. She is speaking but nothing seems to make sense, nothing registers. It feels like a mumbled chant. Images that he can’t recognize flash before his eyes, his brain synapsing and sending him mixed signals. He can taste smells he’s never seen before. Smell textures he’s never tasted, hear things he never touched. Nothing makes sense. He’s certain that he’s burning with fever and yet he feels cold. Freezing. The moment she lays one finger on his chest his senses go haywire. It feels like his nervous system jumped out of his body and he starts involuntarily trembling. He can’t speak, nothing but pathetic mumbles and groans exit his lips. He can finally still himself enough to see her image again. Smiling that disgusting venomous smile. She’s writing something down. The sick bitch. She’s probably enjoying all of this. Recording the results in the name of science or simply because it gets her off. Sadly for Rashid. It seems like she’s not the only one getting off to this morbid situation. Likely conditioned and influenced by the poison, Rashid could still feel his body. A bit too well. The only spot in his whole body that didn’t feel like it had been frozen below zero was the least convenient one for the moment. Hidden away under his only remaining garment. Tense and pressing against the fabric, burning hot and pulsating as hard as his brain did. Her clawed hand drags up his torso and he grows more pent up as she pokes the talons in, barely not scratching past the surface of his skin. Is this cloudiness of his mind fear or lust? The two emotions feel exactly the same to him right now. It’s pathetic. Helpless. Shameful.

What would Azam say if he saw him in this predicament? Despite all the danger and his life at stake, despite being held captive by someone who’s clearly vile and demented. Someone who wishes him harm… he just can’t help but to enjoy it deep down under the thick layer of fear. He can’t help but want to be touched and experimented on by her. He can faintly hear her voice in the back of his head. She’s reciting the secondary effects of the experimental drug she just fed him by the sound of it, at least from what he can make out.

It was so stupid and foolish of him to let himself wide open like that. Training and recording himself alone when he had been the victim of an attack not even a week earlier. How careless and absurd that he didn’t stay indoors or with someone else to watch his back. It was obvious that loose ends would come to bite him in the ass sooner or later. And yet. He would let himself get caught all over again if it meant he could feel his brain be tampered with and melt this way. A.K.I. is clearly toying with him. She had noticed the growing bulge in her test subject’s garment long ago but she had no intention of touching the filthy thing herself. Instead drugging him further into his painful as well as seemingly erotic and depraved thoughts, whispering trigger words into his ear to let himself drop further into this brainwashed state. It was so hilarious to her. To see a supposed “hero” fall like this at her hands. Wanting nothing more but for her to touch him and to laugh at him, to call him pathetic and to make him squirm. It wasn’t a known effect to her, but definitely a pleasant and useful discovery for her studies. Drugging up this reckless man had proven to be greatly rewarding already. She can’t read minds, yet. But what she wouldn’t give to be able to slither into his mind and catch a glimpse of his every fleeting thought at this moment.

She takes the vial into her hands and stabs the needle into the top, draining its contents. Chuckling at her victim, she doesn’t hesitate to prod the needle into his thigh muscle. A pained expression coats his face as she beams with happiness.

Confusion strikes him, did she just inject more toxins into him? Not this time. She snakes over to the other side of Rashid and helps him sit up, slithering around him and resting her chin on his shoulder she whispers contently. “Aren’t you glad?? I’ve just given you an antidote. See? I don’t mean you any harm… You can move now… under my command, right?” Not fully a lie, while it neutralised the paralysing agents to a certain degree, it definitely did no favours to ease anything else.

Rashid’s upper body wobbled and he nodded languidly. Slurred movements, nothing like his usual. Still unable to form a proper word. Still overwhelmed with sensations and distracting urges. Still unsure if he wants to run. He tries to get up on his legs and gets swiftly kicked down with one quick blow to his groin. “Down.” She grips him by his hair and with unexplainable, almost superhuman strength tosses him to the floor completely discombobulated. “You’re going nowhere, yes?” Rashid can only groan in response, desperately scrambling to straighten himself up and off the ground, failing miserably without any balance to his feet. By the time he manages to get up on his knees he’s already greeted by the dreaded shadow growing in front of him. He looks up to face his pale nightmare in this dark night.

Her hands, almost gently carded through his messy and soaked in sweat hair, petting his head embarrassing him further, not doing any favours to his condition before she pushes him back onto the wall. “Be good, yes?” She flashes her claw in front of his eyes and threatens to poison him once more with a sly smile. “You wouldn’t want to be incapacitated again would you now?” Leaving him no time to answer, knowing he couldn’t form the words, she slashed her purple needle-like nails across his chest and took one step back. Letting him grab onto his burning breasts in anguish, and feeling himself grow wearier. Exhaustion washing over him, he licked his lips, he felt so dehydrated. Like he had just wandered over the vast unending desert for days without a single drop of water to be found.

Rashid looked up, a pitiful expression on his eyes and lips as he tried to reach out for his harasser, like he had spotted an oasis, pleading for help, anything at all to help his condition and urges that keep forming and fading away in his broken mind.

“..No.” She hummed. He mewled the most pathetic sound she had ever had the pleasure of listening to, her eyes shone in the dark when she noticed he could no longer withstand the effects of everything she had to give him for the night. His hands clasping and clawing at his scalp. Mouth gaping and breathing hard, grunts that formed into screams exited his lips carelessly. Sweating bullets. Air getting thin. Feeling trapped by his own spiral of thoughts that sounded more like a scratched record by now. Overstimulated by this numbness that feels so fervent.

His consciousness sank. His mind felt like an empty, void, bottomless dark pit. He succumbed, be it by fear, anxiety or his body simply shutting itself down in defence, unknown.

Rashid fell to his knees before blacking out. By the time he came to, it was already day. His body had more lacerations than he could remember. His body felt heavy. Sore everywhere. He felt drained of his blood and sanity. At least, for better or for worse, he was now alone. His assailant nowhere to be found. Painstakingly he dragged himself to the corner of the room where he had spotted his clothes and put them back on. Nothing seems amiss or damaged, besides himself, that is.

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It took much longer than he’d ever want it to but he had finally made it home. Or better yet, the place he decided to stay over at for the time being in Nayshall.

He stripped himself bare and threw himself onto the bed. Exhausted. Like he hasn’t shut eye in weeks. He tries to meditate. Like how Azam taught him to. It always helped him relax. But not this time. Plagued by the ideas that had swarmed him earlier. He felt himself grow needy. Disgusted at himself he tries to shut the intrusive thoughts away. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t right. Rashid thought to himself.

Yet. As if still unable to control himself, his hands travel above his torso. Right hand trailing downwards. Incapable of holding back. The primal and carnal urge is there and his body commands.

Angrily and frustrated, he pleases himself. Languid strokes turning frantic and agitated. Grunts leaving his mouth once more. Breath hitching. Not due to pain, but pleasure this time. The image of that unpleasant, sinister woman clouding his psyche. The way she laughed at him. Toyed with him. The idea of not being able to stop her from doing anything she wished. The impotency of it all. Defenceless in the face of death or worse.

Rashid knew this night would haunt him forever, for as many years as he’d be allowed to live. The visions of that wretched woman that terrified and set off the fight or flight instincts in him, forever engraved in his mind. There won’t be a single night where he’ll shut his eyes to sleep and not think of her or the stirring and whirlwind of thoughts he had upon being at her mercy. Of the time where all he wanted was to be toyed with, with his life being dangled in front of his very own eyes. And how he craves to be stalked, preyed on and feel it all over again.

#aki #a.k.i.#rashid #street fighter #sf6 #gourdkeeper

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gourdkeeper · 9 months

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(If you've done this already I apologize for missing it) Would you be down to write some Luke and Jamie fluff on how they would comfort their partner that's dealing with depression?

I have not but been meaning to write it for myself, so you asking for it will help me stop procrastinating it, here you go op, and if it applies to you, please know there'll always be better days <3

Luke:

Doesn't know you deal with depression from the get go but he does notice the steady decline in your mental health lately, you lack excitement, smile less or your smiles just have an air of sadness behind your eyes, you're either skipping meals or binge eating, no inbetween and he notices you just do nothing with your free time and it's worrying him;

He'll bring it up with you and you keep telling him nothing's wrong and assure him it's nothing related to the relationship but he just wants your well being first and foremost;

He reads articles online and even turns to reddit to try and understand what's going on because he wants to help you so badly;

Luke is still not sure but he learns how to cook at least some basics so he surprises you with full meals, that way neither of you are eating junk again. Veggies, protein, carbs, and even makes you a fruit salad;

He gets more touchy. You've been colder lately and he was scared of approaching and pissing you off but he faced the fear and started hugging you more often again, wrapping his big arms around you in a long and comforting hug;

He tries to get you to go outside with him, usually he'd prefer staying indoors too and play videogames but breathing in the air and basking in the sun outside is needed for you both so he'll gladly take you on a walk and turn it into a cute date;

Every time you smile genuinely his heart does flips in his chest, your happiness means the world to him;

Will wrestle you for fun and tickle you all over to make you laugh if that's what it takes, inevitably cracking you and have you giggle non-stop until you're both sweaty and out of breath;

Luke definitely takes you to the shower after and washes you gently, peppering you with kisses and massaging you with care, he likes the intimacy of it all and how relaxed you look;

Your drive has been lower lately too but he doesn't mind it too much, he rather have you feel good and he just wants your love and happiness. But he won't complain if you take it there while you're both sharing this intimate moment.

Jamie:

Knows what's up. Been there, done that. Hates that you're feeling that way and that he can't do anything to miraculously make it go away. Sadly depression can't be fought and shooed away like a lousy thug. But he can, and will do everything in his power to help you feel better;

Jamie's the kind to pamper you and look after all of your needs, treats you like royalty or a deity even. He will get you pretty clothes, gets you skin care stuff and apply it to you if he notices you're slacking on hygiene because he knows how daunting it can feel. Will massage you and brush your hair and kiss you all over;

Makes sure you're drinking water and not scrolling on your phone all day;

He knows it annoys you sometimes because it feels like he's your mom nagging you but he keeps doing it anyway and it makes you glad he does so. Reducing screen time does help. He knows what's up;

Will definitely try and get you to work out and train with him more often again and will do so via any means necessary, you need to get on your feet and do something instead of sulking around. He will quite literally yoink your phone away from your hands and refuse to give it back. "You want it? Come get it~" he would tease as he assumes a fighting stance;

Getting you to be more active works wonders because you seem to be happier for the rest of the day and it fills him with joy to see your progress;

Will cuddle you even more in bed, spooning you, petting your hair, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings and professing his love for you while holding you tight.

#jamie siu #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 #jamie siu x reader #luke sullivan x reader #headcanons #peacekeeper #requests

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