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babblydrabbly · 2 years

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sleep, a slow chase || takeshi kovacs x reader || oneshot

Smut - 1k+ words - Established Relationship. Warnings: Piv sex. Kissing. Cuddling.

a/n - thought of this at 7am instead of, you know. sleeping in. the thirst knows no days off.

You wait for Takeshi to come back to the Raven.

You’re deep asleep on the plush sofa of your room at the Raven when Takeshi enters. The hour is late. Much later than he told you he’d be gone, but Poe had kindly kept you updated with messages from the envoy all evening. Eventually, your eyes had fallen shut, and Tak closes the heavy hallway door behind him with a silent step inside.

His gaze flicks over you as he shucks off his trenchcoat. You stretch out in your sleep, your arms tucked up into the pillow beneath your head as your eyes stutter and shift under closed lids.

You wear a small shirt- the hem rucked up past your naval as you twisted in your sleep, Tak assumes. He admires the curve of your almost-bare hip, and the small patch of blue fabric disappearing between your legs in a soft triangle.

You stir when a pair of strong arms slip under your shoulders and the back of your knees. You startle awake blearily.

“Tak?”

He soothes you with a faint hum. His voice is deep but quiet as he carries you across the room. “S’okay. Moving you to the bed.”

Each footstep rocks you back into that half-asleep state. You slip an arm up his chest and around his neck without thinking.

“Find any work?” You mumble into his collar.

“Some prospects.” He takes his time setting you down onto the mattress. His knee dips the bed low as he reaches over and pulls the blankets over you. “I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

Your hand finds him as it always does. Tak’s thumb rubs circles into your wrist, a second conversation unfolding as you bid him to stay.

“Gonna take a shower.” The mattress springs back slowly as he stands.

You think you only ruminate on his words for a moment, but when you open your eyes again the envoy’s figure is gone. You shift your head toward a new light in the room. The steady stream of running water echoes out from the bathroom as Takeshi washes up with the door open.

Tak isn’t surprised to see you’ve squirmed your way out from his carefully tucked covers when he returns. Your shirt and panties lie in a small, unkempt pile at the foot of the bed. He huffs out a small breath, smirking. You were rarely bothered by Bay City’s cold nights, even at this late hour.

He finishes running the soft towel in his hands through his hair and tosses it to the floor. Making his way over to the empty side of the bed, Tak finally joins you. He lifts the arm you’ve stretched out over his side of the large mattress. Reaching for him in your sleep, as always. He places it over his shoulder as he gathers you up in his arms, your body just a touch cooler than his freshly warmed one.

The slide of his skin is damp but clean against yours, rousing you from slumber again happily. Your limbs constrict around him, your nose pushing into his sternum with a deep inhale.

“Smell good.” You murmur.

Takeshi rests his head on your pillow. “You too.” He muses, lips brushing against the top of your head.

He chuckles when you entangle yourself with him some more, your ankle hooking around the back of his knee to pull him even closer.

“Get some more rest.” he tries.

Still, he doesn’t protest as you rock your hips against his. He hums long and deeply, allowing you to coax his hips to move in return. Until you feel his cock twitch against your bare inner thigh. Your lips brush over his firm chest, peppering slow kisses as you go. You stop when your mouth closes over the stiff peak of his nipple, sucking down on it until Takeshi’s grip presses into you, a deep sound of desire rumbling in his chest.

You slip your hand down between the two of you and wrap your fingers around his growing arousal. He’s thick and heavy in your palm. Even half-awake, you take the time to run a tender thumb over the tip, coaxing another grunt from Tak’s throat. Shifting your hips, you line up his length with your sex. Your belly is already tight with heat as you push his head past your slick folds.

Tak’s groan fills up the room. ”So wet?” Is all he grinds out as you sink down onto him. You release a high breath.

“I was thinking about you… all day… in the bath… before I fell asleep on the couch.” You admit into the crook of his neck quietly. Your words seem to stoke that familiar flame- that Tak you know who can never stop looking at you with heat in his eyes.

He rolls you over, pushing the rest of the way in with a slow but heavy thrust. Your limbs curl around him as you sigh with pleasure. Your eyes fight to roll up and flutter closed all at once.

His strokes are short and close, an unhurried rhythm as he sinks into you again and again, his weight bearing down on you as he presses every inch of his skin he can against yours. Every inch of his cock into the wet heat of your cunt.

You feel like you’re coming in a dream and in the real. Tak’s voice remains a deep, grounding rumble. You feel it straight from his chest- his muscles pressing firmly against you, pinning you to the silken sheets. You whimper again and again as he thrusts into you. He finally stops when your soft keens dissolve and your mouth finds him in a breathless kiss. His hips still as you flutter around him, and Tak pours the sound of his release into your ear with a strangled moan. Finally, he falls down beside you.

You watch as his face relaxes, his eyes falling shut as he tries to keep them on yours.

You squeeze your thighs tightly when Tak attempts to slip out of you. You keep him there, inside you. He wraps an arm around you and drags your upper body back to his chest.

You smooth your fingers over his freshly shaven face and let the air linger between your shared, drowsy breaths. The two of you settle in and lie like this. Facing each other. Embracing each other. Until sleep takes you again, and Takeshi Kovacs with you.

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anthonymackienet · 3 years

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ANTHONY MACKIE as TAKESHI KOVACS

ALTERED CARBON 2.03 'NIGHTMARE ALLEY'

#gifs #anthonymackiedit #amackieedit #alteredcarbonedit #tvedit #entgifs #dailynetflix #takeshi kovacs #altered carbon #ccnet #ours #jojo

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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A Kiss and A Scratch (Multi HC)

Author’s Note: This was requested by anon and @a-girl-who-loves-disney

So enjoy more Joel Related HC, I hope you guys like it!!!!

Warnings: Smut, suggestive language, sensual touching, language, dirty talk, slight cock warming, hickeys, scratches, unestablished relationships, established relationships, overall NFSW 18+

Main Master List

Colonel Rick Flag:

Rick’s blood pumps with adrenaline as he looks over to you, slumping on the chair of the jet, eager to get home. The mission was a bust. Not only did you guys not succeed in getting the information, but you also lost some valuable team members. Trying to ignore Rick’s stare, you close your eyes in an attempt to get rest, but that is futile when you feel a warm body collapse onto the space next to you.

“It’s not your fault you know,” he whispers softly, nudging you with his shoulder as you let out a huff of air, looking to your partner with grief on your features.

“It is, I should’ve seen that grenade coming, but I didn’t. It’s all my fault,” you cry out, burying your hands in your head as Rick kneels in front of you, contemplating on what to do. Pulling your hands away, he grabs your face and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“Listen, the mission was a fucking bust from the get go. Waller sent us on it to purposely fail. None of that is your fault,” Rick speaks with a fire burning in his eyes, and for the first time, you can see past his hard exterior that he normally puts up. Leaning into his touch, neither of you can deny the urgency that flows between your bodies. Reaching up, you pull Rick’s head down as you crash your lips to his, causing Rick to immediately pull away and look at you with a look of conviction. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asks, not breaking concentration.

“What I know we both want,” you reply before pressing your lips against his again as Rick kisses back. Pulling you down into his lap, Rick wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you breath each other in, your tongues dancing in a tango with each other as you hold each other as close as possible, neither of you wanting to pull away. But alas, the need for air triumphs, causing you to break the kiss and lean your forehead against his, catching your breath. “I really like you Rick.”

“I really like you too, (Y/N).”

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Rick stands in front of a mirror, a black pair of boxer briefs, the only piece of clothing that’s covering him as he stares at his body, twisting his torso to try and see all of his exposed skin. Lines of red raised skin and purple welts decorate his back and neck, a remnant of the night before. Walking up behind your lover, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and press your face against his back, lightly kissing a scratch mark, trying to provide some relief to the slight sting.

“You sure claimed me alright,” he comments with a smile as you chuckle, your fingers dancing closer to the waistband of his boxers, dragging your nails against his sensitive skin, lightly playing with his darker hair.

“You’re pretty like this,” you whisper, lightly nibbling on his shoulder blade and listening to the rumble of his chest as he wraps his arms around yours.

“Darlin’, I have to go to work. I can’t do this again,” he muses as your hand sneaks into his boxers and rubs his warm cock causing Rick to groan. “Darlin’,” he warns again as you smirk against his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade before moving around him and pulling his underwear down, exposing his hardened member.

“I think you can spare a minute or two.”

Takeshi Kovacs:

Though he would never admit it, the prospect of you claiming him as yours brings Takeshi Kovacs to his knees. And you know it. You can tell every time your lips are near his neck, his chest hitches, and even though it is slight and you can miss it if you’re not looking for it, the fact that he loves when you kiss his neck makes you smirk. Another thing Takeshi is a sucker for is nail marks. After a rough sex session, he always goes to the mirror and traces back over the red lines that you draw on his back when clutching to him in those needy moments. But his favorite moment is when you’re on his lap with him buried deep inside of you, neither of you moving, but the both of you remaining still and just looking into each other's eyes, full of love and adoration.

Your legs are often around his hips when you two are like this, in each other’s limbs, being close to each other. Being full of each other. It’s in moments like these that Takeshi really treasures. Your nails lightly scratch at the nap of his neck as he rests his forehead against yours, large arms encompassing your body as you catch your breath.

“Takeshi,” his name comes out as a whisper, though he knows what you want. The way your breath plays against his, your noses nudging each other, asking silent questions. Making the move, Takeshi captures your lips against his, starting a duel for dominance, one of which he easily wins. Thrusting up slightly, he takes advantage of your gasp to shove his tongue in your mouth, his wet muscle eagerly exploring the oral cavity that he’s known for years now. Deepening the kiss, Takeshi uses his strength to topple you backward until you’re flat on your back with him hovering over, allowing him better access to plunge deeper into you. Moaning into the kiss, your hands tie themselves in his disheveled hair, clinging onto him in desperation as the tip of his cock hits your most sensitive area. Pulling away for air, Takeshi’s hazel eyes stare into yours, his hips slowly thrusting with force that has your body pushing up against the bed.

“Hold on tight, angel. I want to hear you screaming my name,” you smirk against his kiss-swollen lips.

“Always do.”

Stephen Holder:

The tv plays in the background, though you can’t pay attention. All you can focus on is Stephen texting on his phone, laughing occasionally at a message and immediately replying, something he rarely does with you; and you’re not the jealous type, normally, but when your boyfriend hasn’t been home at his normal hours and is constantly on his phone, texting God knows who, you can’t help the jealousy and insecurity that arises. Huffing, you turn your head back to the tv, Holder unaware of your fuming state, too busy on his phone. Crossing your arms, you try to ignore the anger that surfaces under your skin, but there is only so much you can take, especially after another laugh from Holder. Deciding to do something, you place your hand on his inner thigh before leaning in and planting a wet, open mouth kiss to his jugular vein, lightly lapping at the skin, but Holder pays no mind. Moving your hand up another inch, you lightly grip onto his jean clad thigh while softly biting down just below his ear, prompting blood up to the surface of his skin.

“Damn mami, what’s gotten into you? Acting like I ain’t ever touch you,” he laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly to allow you more access but his hands remain on his cell phone, texting.

“Holder,” you whine in feign desperation, wanting your boyfriend to pay attention to you, but his thumbs continue to type away on the screen of his phone. “That’s it,” you growl, taking the phone out of his hands and tossing it out of reach while climbing up on his lap, grabbing his face in your hands. “You are going to pay attention to me, Detective Holder. And only me.” You clash your lips on his; anger, desperation, and lust pouring out as his hands move to grip your waist, dragging you upward.

“Shit woman, slow down,” he states between kisses, a smile playing on his lips. “We got time,” you shake your head, tossing your shirt to the side before pressing your lips to his again.

“No, Stephen. I’m going to make you mine tonight. And only mine.”

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You watch as Holder gets dressed, impressed with your work, and judging by Holder’s fucked out facial expression, he was equally as impressed. Massaging the skin on his back, he shivers at the feeling of raised skin.

“I forget how pale you are sometimes,” you jest, walking over to him and placing a kiss against one of the many lines across his back from your nails, the red marking a stark contrast against his pale complexion, along with the forming welts from your mouth.

“Well, if anyone asks, they’d definitely know it’s you.” You spin him around and place your hands on his chest.

“Good, because you’re mine, and only mine. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, thinking he got the upper hand. Smiling sweetly at him, you grasp his hand and bring it down to your dripping cunt, his hazel eyes widening.

“Now, you’re going to fuck me again, and don’t you dare stop until I’m screaming your name.”

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javier-pena · 3 years

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Takeshi Kovacs during that scene in Altered Carbon | Force of Evil

requested by @javierpcna

#alteredcarbonedit #joelkinnamanedit #jkinnamanedit #altered carbon #joel kinnaman #takeshi kovacs #tw guns #tw blood #tw violence #yes i'm still thinking about him #and i'm (wide) open for joel kinnaman related requests lmao #request #*

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squiremaximus · 2 years

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs Altered Carbon — 1.02 “Fallen Angel”

#altered carbon #takeshi kovacs #joel kinnaman #alteredcarbonedit #joelkinnamanedit #netflixedit #tvedit #scifiedit #dailynetflix #tvarchive #.gif #rewatching is making me appreciate him more as an actor #anthony is my favorite tak but i'm coming around to him #need to watch more of his stuff eventually #q

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kinghardy · 3 years

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs in Altered Carbon (2018) | 1x02, “Fallen Angel”

#joel kinnaman #joelkinnamanedit #takeshi kovacs #altered carbon #alteredecarbonedit #jkinnamanedit #I love this man and this show so much #my gifs

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knights-of-the-glittery-table · 2 years

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Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs

Altered Carbon (2018)

#joel kinnaman #takeshi kovacs #altered carbon #creations from the black lagoon #My favourite Ikea Purchase

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chvrlesmelton · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL KINNAMAN! November 25, 1979

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theartofimagining13 · 2 years

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Imagine:

When Takeshi Kovacs lost you, the pain was almost unbearable, and then he learned that there was an underground scientist and manufacturer named Niander Wallace who built replicants. Niander warned Takeshi about the grave consequences he could face for doing this which was illegal, but he didn’t care, he just wanted you back no matter what.

#Jeez... worlds colliding huh?#Imagine Niander Wallace #Niander Wallace #Takeshi Kovacs #Imagine Takeshi Kovacs #Joel Kinnaman #Jared Leto #Imagine

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babblydrabbly · 2 years

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wide open || takeshi kovacs x reader || oneshot

smut - 1.1k+ words - warnings: suggestive. f masturbation. implied sex. our favorite cocky bastard in ~vr~

a/n - drabble request turned fic for @a-reader-and-a-writer

Takeshi has been giving you lessons on how to better protect yourself. Today, you're a little distracted.

Your head feels as if it's spinning. Not really, of course. In reality, you lie still and silent, your eyes fluttering beneath your closed lids as you grapple with everything around you happening in virtual.

The scenery around you changes in a disorienting blur once more. It's effect pulls you down to your knees as you try to catch your breath. Though you tell yourself it's not real, your senses flare in response.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up." You groan.

"Good." Takeshi mouths around a cigarette. Without needing a lighter, the end flares to life as he takes a virtual drag. "You're maintaining awareness. Remembering where you are."

"Takeshi, I'm tired."

He tsks, glancing down at you. "That's disappointing. We've only been under for one minute."

You snap your head up at him in shock. It's felt like the longest hours of your life this time.

Takeshi has guided you through some scenes that feel so real, you're embarrassed when he's had to remind you you're still at the Raven. Now, however, the slight tilt of unreality has stayed with you longer than ever. That was progress, you suppose.

You remain on your knees for a few minutes more regardless.

And Tak seems to figure that pushing you to your limit is unnecessary today. You've managed to make progress the handful of times you've tried grasping virtual reality.

The hectic scene Takeshi has created around you melts away, and you can feel a sense of control being passed back to you. Your mind automatically draws from your sense of relief. Soon, the space around you morphs into a quiet, sunlit bedroom room- the one from your briefly comforting childhood.

Your peace is broken by another tut from the envoy.

"Revealing yourself again. You want me to tattoo 'open book' on your forehead?"

You sit up on the soft carpet. "I thought were were taking a break."

"Your first instinct can't be a place like this."

You let out a small grunt of frustration. But already, your gaze falling on Takeshi's form makes your thoughts bubble up again. The room darkens, and the cool comfort of your room at the Raven manifests around you.

You snap your eyes away from the bed in an instant. Takeshi notices- of course he does. He pulls his cigarette from his lips and you will yourself not to let your eyes linger on the way they stay perfectly parted.

"You're nervous." He notes, with some curiosity.

You swallow faintly. Darting your eyes away toward the window, you imagine a sunny day outside, and with some mental straining, the rain-dark clouds outside brighten to soft white.

Exhausted, you get back on your feet. You keep your eyes on the window. "I told you. We've been doing this too often. I need a break."

Tak arches a brow. He knows a deflect when he hears one. Tak's body jumps across the room in a blink, his voice drawing your attention. In one turn of your head, you make the mistake of glancing at him from across the large, plush bed.

Tak. The Bed.

How many nights had it been now, ending with you saying goodnight to the envoy and heading to your own room. How many times have you tried to unwind with a hot bath, only to find yourself still wound tight under the covers.

And how many times have you yanked the covers off your flushed skin in the dark, your hand slipping between your aching thighs as you let your mind wander back to your mentor- just one more time.

You pry your virtual eyes open and find yourself lying down in that very bed with a horrified gasp.

Takeshi Kovacs stands over you beside the bed with a sly smirk.

"So." He drawls. "This is what you don't want me seeing."

"I-I-" You stutter. Somewhere, in the ether of virtual, you feel Tak's deft mind prod your thoughts as you try to keep up the wall he's taught you to form. Like a wolf on the edge of a glen. You wait with bated breath, but he seems to stop short of reading your mind outright. In the real, he wouldn't have to.

You press your bare thighs together as you wrap your arms around yourself. Tak's eyes remain on yours as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

"You don't have to be worried." He reminds you quietly. "Poe's got his eye on us."

You flush, slapping your hands over your warm face. "That just makes this all the more embarrassing."

A gentle tug on the hem of your thin night shirt makes you twitch. You glance through your fingers to see Takeshi still staring down at you with a intense expression you can't quite name. Your hands slip down your face, your fingers slowly gliding down your neck and upper chest.

Finally, his question.

"Do you think of me?" He utters. "When you touch yourself?"

His voice seems to slip through whatever cracking resolve you have left.

Like a rug pulling from under you, you fall into the memory of just last night. When the tilt of your hips had wiped all thoughts from your mind but one: Takeshi's name in the shape of a gasp on your tongue, sending you reeling with pleasure. You imagined his rough, roaming hands. The press of his knees between your legs. His voice. His voice. Every word a command. You can feel it now. Building again. That hot pressure. That filling heat.

You jostle back to this artificial 'present'. Your flush spreads down, down your chest and body til that familiar ache settles in your belly.

Tak shudders with you. His normally contained expression threatening to twist into something more. Tongue darting out, the envoy wets his lips as he watches you try to regain your composure.

The next flash isn't yours. From what you can recognize it isn't even a memory. It's a fantasy. Your limbs entangled with Takeshi's, his breath hot in your ear. Your hips involuntarily thrust as you see through his eyes, see yourself from his point of view as you chase a release that doesn't belong to you. You are him and with him. It's all so real you feel yourself being swept up. Weightless ecstasy.

Ripping away from it all, you sit up in the fake bed, chest heaving. Takeshi has shifted closer to you now, his hands gripping the sheets as he watches you watching him.

A thought dares to cross your mind, but Tak shakes his head.

"Not here." He whispers. No longer calm and collected. He grits through his clenched jaw, as breathless and wanton as you feel.

"Tak?"

"Not here." He repeats.

Tak takes your hand and pulls you up. Out of bed, and out of virtual. Your next session needs to happen in the real.

#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x you #altered carbon #joel kinnaman fanfiction #mywords*#drabble prompt #areaderandawriter

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