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danikamariewrites · 5 months

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Mob!Azriel x reader AU

A/n: part 2 is here! Although I don’t really like calling it a part two because I don’t see it as a series, I don’t have a better name for it so we’re just going to call it a series. I just see this as a universe with ongoing stories/one-shit fics and headcanons lol. Thank you for all the love this is getting though! I’m so happy so many of you want to be tagged for these posts ❤️

Warnings: none

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Digging out another option from Mor’s closet I start to panic. Azriel will be here in two hours to pick me up and it feels like every part of me is sweating from nerves. I wipe my hands on my leggings so I can grip the velvet hanger better. I turn to face the chaos Mor and Feyre have created.

Shoes from each of their closests and mine, eyeshadow pallets, and even more clothing options cover every inch of Mor’s bedroom. It’s all so…intimidating. I’ve been on dates before, but none of those guys were ever worth half the effort I’m putting in for Azriel. Which is probably why I’m freaking out more than normal.

As I lay out the dress on Mor’s bed my ears finally pick up what Feyre is joyously rambling about. “And then Gavin just backed off. I have never him seen him humbled so fast Mor, oh my gods. It was hilarious.” A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. It was refreshing to see Gavin put in his place. Especially by someone like Azriel.

I circle the bed eyeing my endless options for dresses. My attention lands on one of Feyre’s black velvet cocktail dresses. It has a corset type bodice with tank top straps and a pleated skirt. It’s perfect.

Picking it up I break out into a wide grin. Feyre and Mor notice looking at me like proud parents. “What?” I ask with a slight giggle. “It’s just…you’re going on a real date. With a real man. I just feel so proud.” Mor squeaked out, wiping away fake tears.

I shake my head letting out a shaky sigh. “I like this one, can I wear it, Fey?” “Of course babe. This is going to look amazing on you.” She starts gathering the other dresses as Mor begins to look for shoes to match. Sitting me on the bed Feyre grabs my face and purses her lips in thought. “How do you feel about a very light Smokey eye?”

A knock on the front door - approximately two hours later - breaks my focus from applying mascara. “I’ll get it!” Mor yells from the living room. Just a few more strokes and I’ll be done. My hand shakes from anticipation. Maybe if I take longer he’ll get impatient and I won’t have to go.

No, don’t think like that. I deserve a nice date. I shake my body and check myself over in the mirror one last time. I look hot thanks to my best friends' combined effort. “Ok,” I whisper.

Heading out to the living room I can hear Mor and Feyre talking with him. Gods, I hope they’re avoiding embarrassing topics. When I round the corner my steps stutter. It’s not Azriel in the living room. It’s one of the males he brought into the gallery. The larger one of the two who winked at me. “There she is!” Mor said in a sing-song voice.

I walk forward and the male reaches his hand out for me to shake. “Hi y/n, I’m Cassian.” I take his hand, his calluses are rough against my palm as I shake his hand. “Hi, I remember you from the gallery. If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Azriel?” I hate how small my voice sounds as I ask but I don’t want Cassian to feel like I’m not trusting him or his boss. Cassian smiles at me. “He’s already at the restaurant, he just sent me to pick you up.” I nod and say goodbye to Mor and Feyre before they push me out the door.

Cassian opens the car door for me, taking my hand to help me up into the high SUV. I thank him before he shuts the door. The ride over to the restaurant was fast and quiet. I think Cassian could tell I’m nervous. When we pull up I notice the small parking lot was oddly empty.

I audibly swallow, staring out the window at the front door. Cassian opens the door smiling at me with a boyish grin. “Cassian, can I ask you something?” “Sure thing.” Concern flashes across his face. The scar above his brow crinkling in. “I just…is he…” I can’t find the right words to ask my question correctly. Cassian seemed to pull himself up straighter. “I know you know his job but he’s not cruel. Azriel can be guarded at first but I think you’ll get through to him easily. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He smiles at me again, squeezing my hand in encouragement. I sigh, tilting my head to the side. “You’ve only seen me twice.” “That’s all I need. I know my brother.”

I nod and take Cassian’s hand again to step out of the car and he ushers me into the restaurant. As I look around I notice the dining room is empty. Most of the tables look like they have been cleared out so a special table could be set up in the middle of the room. Azriel is speaking to the chef and a male I assume is the owner.

Cassian clears his throat behind me to get Azriel’s attention. When he turns it feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My heart flutters at the bright smile he gives me. His hazel eyes light up as they look me up and down. I finally start breathing again when he stops in front of me. The scent of his cologne is intoxicating. The warm vanilla tones mixed with a light spice fills my nostrils. It’s comforting and makes me want to curl up next to him to breathe it in more.

Azriel takes my hands in his large scarred ones, bringing them up to his lips to press light kisses across my knuckles. I didn't notice the scars marring them before. They were beautiful. Like a torrent, restless ocean. “You look absolutely stunning this evening.” A blush heats my cheeks, a small smile appearing on my lips from his compliment. “Thank you. You look handsome as well.”

He drops my hands holding his arm out for me to take like he did in the gallery two days ago. Azriel continues being the gentleman that he is and pulls my seat out for me, pushing me back in, and listens to my answers when he asks me about myself. When it was my turn I asked about his childhood, which seemed to be quite normal given the amount of money his family has. I also couldn’t help but ask why the restaurant was empty.

Azriel sheepishly smiled, looking at his entree for a moment before admitting he bought the place out for the night. “I prefer first dates to be more…intimate, if you will.” I let out a hum, “So you do this for all the girls.” I joke. Azriel looked panicked for a moment. “No,” he got out quickly, “This is, you’re the first one I’ve ever done this for actually.” His voice getting quieter at the end.

My heart leaps at the confession. No one has ever put that much thought into a date with me before and I told him how much I appreciate this.

“So, how did you get into art?” He asks over dessert. A delicoius crème brûlée with a perfect golden brown sugar coating. I break it with my spoon as I think about how to phrase my answer. "I've always loved art no matter what form it comes in. Paintings, sculpture, digital, all that stuff. I like that people appreciate something pretty or one of a kind, so if I can help them get their hands on it, it makes me happy."

I look at him, shoveling the sweet creamy treat in my mouth. Azriel smiles at me adoringly. Those hazel eyes twinkling with what I'd like to think is love. "That's amazing. Besides the two I got, how many paintings have you sold?" I let out a short, cold laugh thinking about how pissed Gavin was that I made a sale. "You were my first customer. and probably my last. As I know you heard my boss say I'm just an intern. I really should've called him but it was the end of the day so what was the harm."

Azriel shook his head. A dissaproving look takes over his beautiful face as he remembers the scene he walked in on yesterday. "I was ready to punch him." Azriel admits. "He had no right to talk to you like that. But I must say, you were a natural my dear. I probably wouldn't have bought the paintings wihtout your knowledge on them."

"Thank you." I say surprised that soemone didn't find my knowledge about art annoying.

When we finished the chef came out to say goodbye along with the owner. Azriel offered me his arm again but I took a chance twinning my fingers through his. We glance down at our joined hands. I smile lightly at the comfort I feel when I hold it. Azriel looks shocked that I would even go near his hands. "Is this ok?" I ask softly. He seems at a loss for words just nodding and staring at me like a boy realizing he has a crush for the first time.

The whole car ride back to my apartment Azriel doesn't let go of my hand. I rest them on my lap and gently rub my thumb back and forth in a comforting motion. When Cassian comes to stop in front of my apartment my heart sinks. I don't want Azriel to go. I'm not ready for tonight to be over.

"I got it Cass." Azriel says before Cassian can unbuckle. He leads me up the short steps, stopping on the landing. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Feyre and Mor crouched down on the couch. Their eyes just peeking over the window sill. Ignoring them I turn my attention back to Azriel who hasn’t taken his eyes off me since we left the restaurant.

He slips his other hand in mine pulling me slightly closer to him. “I had a wonderful time with you. And I really want to see you again.” Without hesitation I say yes, “I’d love to.” Azriel’s smile seemed to get wider. I must say, he’s not at all what I thought he’d be like. Not knowing how to say goodbye we stumble over our words for a moment until Azriel’s expression became serious. His face mere inches from mine now. “Can I kiss you, y/n.” Something about my name on his lips just seemed so right. “Yes,” I whisper.

Azriel’s lips are like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The kiss is soft yet passionate and full of a desire I don’t think either of us would be able to sate. Pulling away for air I feel Azriel’s hands slip down my neck and pull away from my body. I hadn’t realized he was holding me. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I nod, speechless. The air once again sucked from my lungs.

I slowly open the front door giving him a small wave before shutting it. Leaning against the wood I listen for his graceful retreating footsteps, the car door, and the engine as Cassian takes off down the street.

My heart won’t stop pounding. I rest a hand over my chest, a stupid smile on my lips as I’m off in my own fantasy world.

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gogogodzilla · 2 years

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Chapter 6

Summary: Codependency: a circular relationship in which one person needs the other person, who in turn, needs to be needed. Notes: Happy kinktober! Here's a little smut for all that celebrate (Gavin simps come get yalls juice) a.k.a Reader is horny for love but is looking in all the wrong places ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ previous chapter ✧ next chapter ✧

You slumped against the plush seats of the back of the cab and you wrapped your arms around yourself, a feeble attempt at thwarting the waves of emotions threatening to crash into you at any moment.

You let out a breath before letting your face crumple as the warm tears forced their way out. You pushed the heel of your hands into your eyes, harder than necessary, willing the tears to stop. You should’ve known better.

The cab came to a standstill outside of the precinct and you took in a shaky breath, silently praying that the seats would swallow you whole.

You walked into the precinct, flashing your badge to the android receptionist, not in the mood for niceties. You embraced the familiarity of your usual routine but the weight of today’s events loomed like a fog cloud over your head.

You made a beeline for the locker room, desperate to change out of today’s clothes and go home. You hardly ever used your locker, never going out in the field long enough to get dirty, or in your case, soaked from the earlier rain. You were thankful that you had the sense to keep a spare change of clothes in your locker as you opened it grabbing your small duffel bag.

You slammed your locker shut, nearly jumping out of your skin when you noticed Gavin’s presence beside you. “Do you mind?” you grumbled, your composure calm compared to how tangled your mind was.

“Geez, sweetheart, you look like shit,” Gavin retaliated, giving you a once-over. You scrunched your face, annoyance gracing your features. His eyes continued scanning you, “What happened?”

You felt your lip start to tremble and you looked away, your cheeks heating up. God, this was so embarrassing. You fumbled with the strap of your duffel bag, refusing to look at Gavin.

“Sweetheart,” Gavin murmured, taking the duffel bag from you and setting it on the bench, “talk to me.”

You met his eyes and your eyes welled with tears, “He left me.”

Gavin furrowed his eyebrows, and you continued, the words tumbling out before you could stop them, “We were chasing after a deviant and I ran ahead of Hank. I was able to catch the deviant on one of the rooftops, and Connor just stood there as we struggled.” You paused, the events replaying in your head, “The deviant… pushed me over the ledge and I called out for Connor. But…he left me there.”

Gavin clenched his jaw, taking a few deep breaths; he knew you didn’t like it when he got angry, which was often. “That fucker did what?” Gavin seethed.

“Hank was the one who pulled me up,” you mentioned, “I’m surprised I didn’t break my hand with how hard I slapped him.” The thought caused the side of your mouth to quirk up.

Gavin gritted his teeth, “You should’ve pushed the plastic prick right off that building.” You rolled your eyes, Gavin was always extreme when it came to someone wronging either one of you. He also held a grudge like he was paid for it.

You turned away from Gavin, unzipping your duffel bag and grabbing your clothes out of it, “I just want to go home and forget this day ever happened.”

“I heard about the plastic detective playing chicken this morning.” Gavin trailed off, watching as you gripped the hem of your t-shirt, “What are you doing?”

“Getting changed, do you mind?” You asked, spinning your finger, motioning for Gavin to turn around.

Gavin grunted but complied, averting his eyes elsewhere. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” he mumbled.

You flushed, “That’s different and you know it.” Gavin let a ‘whatever’ and let you finish changing.

You packed up your duffel bag, letting Gavin know he could turn back around. “Let me walk you to your car,” he bargained, looking up at you from his seated position.

You pursed your lips, “You can walk me to the door.”

“Deal.”

You grinned as you reached for your bag but Gavin got to it before you, slinging it over his shoulder as he stood. You narrowed your eyes at him but he just gave you one of his blinks that’s intended to be a wink but he can’t wink so he just does that instead.

Gavin followed behind you, like a guard dog, daring anyone to approach you. You stopped in your tracks causing Gavin to bump into you.

“What?” Gavin questioned before following your gaze, locking in on his target. Connor.

You were frozen as Gavin stormed past you, your duffel bag long forgotten. “Hey, fuckface!” Gavin shouted at Connor before lunging at him. You forced your legs from your spot as you rushed towards their pair, other officers attempting to pry the pair apart. Well… mostly just attempting to pry Gavin off of Connor.

Gavin was knocked back and you grabbed his bicep, pulling him farther away from Connor. “What the hell is wrong with you,” you scolded through your clenched teeth. Gavin panted, his gaze glued on the android. You shoved him before returning for your bag.

“Let’s go,” you said as you grabbed Gavin and headed for the door. You forced yourself to keep your head forward. Don’t look at him.

“Thought I was only allowed to walk you to the door,” Gavin said once you got to your car, a smug look on his face.

You whipped around to face him, “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me; I never did.” Your heart started to pound and your hands were shaking.

Gavin’s face contorted, his temper flaring, “You weren’t going to do anything about it, so I took the initiative.”

“That’s my choice to make, not yours,” you snapped. You opened your car door, chucking your bag in the passenger side.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that,” Gavin began but stopped when you glared at him. He sulked as you clambered into your car, slamming your door after you. You drove off, Gavin’s image in the rearview mirror getting smaller as the seconds crawled by.

You were calm on the drive home, the music on the radio fighting back against the oppressive silence that threatened to overtake the car. You gripped the steering wheel, trying to veer your mind elsewhere.

You pulled up to the parking lot of your apartment building, yanking the keys out of the ignition once you parked. You grabbed your duffel bag, slinging it over your shoulder once you got out.

You shoved open the door to your apartment building, shivering from the cool evening air. Snow is coming.

“Good evening, Doctor,” the android at the front desk greeted you. “An early night tonight?” he questioned, a placid smile on his face.

You scanned the people in various forms of workwear rush by, not paying any mind to the androids who greeted them at the door or lugged their groceries for them. You knew from experience that most of the time it was the people who were disgustingly wealthy who mistreated androids just because they could afford another one.

You smiled at the android and called as you passed by, your shoes squeaking on the marble floor, “Yeah, got sent home early tonight.” It wasn’t technically a lie. You just sent yourself home instead of someone else doing it for you.

The elevator ride provided a brief solace from the outside world. The gentle music distracting your racing mind, even just for a few seconds. You were thankful that it was empty. For once.

You entered your apartment, the electric lock clicking softly behind you. The DPD didn’t pay you nearly enough to support living in a place like this but, luckily, your years at Cyberlife kept you afloat.

You hung your keys up on the rack before making a beeline for your bathroom, eager to scrub today’s events off your body and out of your mind.

You stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water rolled off your shoulders. Slowly, you massaged your aching muscles, hoping that the hot water would also somehow dull the pain in your heart. You tried to stay in the shower for as long as you can stand it, your routine coming to a halt when heavy knocks ring out from your front door. Maybe they’ll go away…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Guess not. You huffed before turning off the water and grabbing your towel, hastily drying off. The knocks continued, and you rolled your eyes, wrapping your towel around you because clearly someone couldn’t wait.

Water droplets slowly rolled down your legs as you marched towards the front door, annoyance pinching your features. You gripped your towel in one hand and yanked open your front door with the other, glaring.

“Damn, sweetheart,” Gavin raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance, “you greet all your visitors like this, or are you expecting someone?”

You crossed your arms, “What’s this?” you questioned, glancing at the bag of takeout in Gavin’s hands.

“I got your favorite,” he mentioned, lifting the bag. You fought the grin that was threatening to show.

“Fine, come in,” you relented, stepping away and allowing Gavin to pass. He crossed the threshold before you could change your mind, heading straight for the island in your kitchen. You rolled your eyes before making your way to your bedroom to get changed. A small part of you felt giddy, almost relieved that Gavin came to check on you. You slid on your pajamas, quickly taking in your appearance in your bedroom mirror before progressing to the kitchen.

You leaned on the island, noticing that Gavin had hastily plated your meals and taken his usual place on your couch. “You tryna bribe me or something?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

He snorted, “Just eat your damn food.” Cocky, as usual. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your plate, occupying your usual spot next to him.

“Television: On,” you commanded before turning your attention to your meal. You and Gavin ate in comfortable silence; the scenario felt familiar.

You and Gavin always had this routine: something would happen, one of you would get protective and lash out, the other would get pissed, you’d apologize in your own way and that was the end of it. He was hardly good with words, more of an ‘act first, talk never’ type of guy. This happened to work perfectly for you because, despite having a degree in psychology, you hated talking about your feelings.

Gavin took your plate from you and headed to the sink. You followed, assuming your standard position next to him, dish towel in hand. You washed and he dried, just like how you used to.

He stirred beside you and you looked over, your eyes meeting. He looked away returning his focus to the now empty sink, his ears turning red, “I’m sorry I punched your partner, even if it’s a dumb piece of plastic that-”

“Gavin,” you warned.

He huffed, “Whatever… like you said, it wasn’t my decision to make.

“So, you got at least one good hit in?” you questioned, a grin forming on your face.

He barked out a laugh, turning to lean against the counter, crossing his arms, “Yeah, nearly broke my hand because of it.”

A laugh escaped you and before you knew it you were leaning in, gently pressing your lips to his cheek. “My hero,” you whispered. Gavin stiffened beside you, and you stepped away and bowed your head, worried that you crossed a line. You both agreed that you couldn’t be like this anymore. It never worked out between you.

Gavin chased after you, hands gently lifting your head so you could meet his eyes. You let out a single shaky breath, and he leaned in, almost hesitantly, expecting you to push him away at any second. You should’ve, but your mind was short-circuiting. All you could focus on was how badly you needed his lips on yours.

You grabbed his collar, pulling his lips into yours; it was rushed and your teeth knocked against each other. You pull away for only a millisecond before your lips meet again, more precisely this time.

Gavin’s hands landed on either side of you, clumsily catching himself. Yours were grasping at any part of him they could reach, desperate. You felt like your legs were going to give out and Gavin was there, hands moving to grab the back of your thighs lifting you onto the counter. He pulled away, panting, his breath tickling your face.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he reasoned, cheeks red and breath uneven.

“I know,” you whispered before leaning in again.

You knew that you were doing this because you were hurt and angry. You knew that he’d make you feel better, all sickly sweet kisses trailing down your neck and whispered sweet nothings. You also knew that you were bad for him and he was bad for you. You didn’t care.

His lips were warm against yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he groaned against your lips when you tugged gently. He was putty in your hands, letting you mold him however you see fit.

You tugged harder this time, pulling his head back and revealing the tender flesh of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. You immediately targeted the spot where you knew you could get the most delectable noises out of him. He moaned beneath your indiscriminate touch, nipping at his skin, your tongue grazing over it the crowning blow to his resolve. The primal urge to mark him as your own overtook you. He wasn’t yours, though. Not anymore.

You slipped your hand down to where your hips met, running your palm over the rough fabric of his jeans. “Sweetheart…” he groaned, causing you to shudder.

“Tell me what you want, Detective,” you purred, trailing your fingers steadily upwards.

“Fuck,” Gavin whimpered, “touch me, sweetheart.” You grinned, satisfaction flowing through you as you unbuttoned his jeans, revealing what you’d been yearning for. Gavin hid his head in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses as you finally touched him.

You pumped your hand slowly, teasing him. Gavin bucked his hips, attempting to speed things up. Impatient as always. You couldn’t deny that you were as eager as he was, but you liked to make him earn his reward.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, likely to leave bruises later. You used your other hand to grip Gavin’s hair, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He whined into your mouth when you began to move your hand faster. “Don’t stop,” he panted as your lips moved against one another.

A faint ringing caused you to pause as your head jerked up, trying to discern where the noise was coming from.

Gavin groaned, leaning his head on your shoulder, planting a final kiss before marching over to the coat rack beside your door. He shuffled his hand around in his jacket pocket before pulling out his phone. “What?” he hissed as he answered the phone.

He paused, rubbing his brow as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone. “Alright, I’ll be right there,” he was silent as he listened to the person’s response, “Yeah, I’ll let her know.”

“What happened?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

Gavin fixed his pants, avoiding your gaze. “Some dude was murdered at the Eden Club, and an android was deactivated. We’re needed at the crime scene.”

You nodded as you were violently thrust back into the real world where androids were being murdered and it was your job to figure out why. Well, it wasn’t just your job. Your chest tightened at the thought of seeing Connor again.

“We should probably arrive at different times,” you mentioned and Gavin nodded, a solemn look on his face. You jumped off the counter, making your way over to him.

You pressed a small kiss to his lips, much gentler than the heated ones you shared just moments before. “Thanks for dinner,” you mumbled, as Gavin raised his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, savoring the moments before he had to leave. You knew that once he was gone the guilt would come sweeping in, an agonizing reminder of the promise you made to each other.

“I’ll see you soon,” he grinned, before planting a kiss on your forehead and leaving your apartment. You shut the door gently behind him. Letting out a groan and you slid down the door, already regretting what happened.

You forced yourself to get up, legs unsteady as you made your way to the bathroom. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, a small hickey forming in the crook of your neck.

Fuck…

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gavinisqueer · 2 months

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I've posted a new fic! (Finally!)

Summary: Gavin has a secret - he wasn't born an alpha. For years he's kept it under wraps, but when his suppressants start to fail and he goes into heat, he has no choice but to tell Nines the truth. However, the two of them learn that Gavin's body has changed in the years he's been living as an alpha…

The very first thing Nines learned when he joined the DPD was to watch out for Detective Reed. This was a warning given to him first by Connor, his predecessor, who had already had several poor encounters with the alpha in just his first week there, and then by Hank, who backed up his partner’s sentiment. A third warning came a few minutes later from Captain Fowler himself, just before calling said human into his office and assigning the two of them as partners.

That was seven months ago, and while they’d had their differences, especially in the beginning, Nines and Gavin had grown to tolerate and then to like each other. They worked well together, Nines speeding up investigations with his advanced analysis abilities while Gavin handled talking to the witnesses and victims. Occasionally he cracked a difficult case with a ‘gut feeling’ an android had no hope of replicating - Nines couldn’t comprehend it, but more often than not the detective ended up being right.

Today, the detective wasn’t offering any such insights. They’d arrived at the scene and Nines had immediately gotten to work scanning the environment and piecing together the clues he found, but Gavin lagged in joining him. Usually Gavin would be right behind him, almost making it a game to figure things out before the android, but this time he was distracted.

“Is everything alright, Detective?” Nines asked as he rose from a crouch, red painting two of his fingers. He placed them in his mouth as he waited for an answer, getting the DNA profile of the victim in his HUD. Gerald Huntings, alpha, 38, with a long arrest history of red ice distribution. It wasn’t hard to imagine what might have done him in; an exchange gone wrong or a rivalry taken to the extreme, most likely.

“Huh?” Gavin looked over, Nines’ question taking a moment to sink in. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just this damn heat getting to me.” He pulled at his collar, regretting not leaving his leather jacket in the car. Like hell was he going to take it off in a place like this unless he wanted to be taking home the whole crime scene on his clothes.

“…Detective, the temperature has not changed since we left the station.” Nines frowned. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Seriously?” It had been mildly warm that morning, nowhere near as hot as Gavin was feeling right now. “Fuck, maybe I’m getting sick, then.” Concerned, Nines offered to test him for a fever, but Gavin shook his head. “Let’s just finish up here first, if I’m not feeling better then I’ll call off the rest of the day.”

Nines wasn’t sure that was the best plan, but he knew how stubborn the alpha could be when it came to their work. He’d get Gavin’s cooperation much more easily if he wasn’t simultaneously trying to pull him away from the case. “I should have all the evidence logged within ten minutes. If you want to get some air, I can meet you outside when I’m done.”

The human looked like he was going to argue, but then something came over his face, and he mumbled, “Y-Yeah, I think I will.” He turned to leave, only to run smack into someone else coming in.

“Watch it, kid.” Hank stood in the doorway, Connor visible over his shoulder in the hall. Gavin bristled at being called ‘kid’, but he didn’t get a chance to snap back. The lieutenant’s nose curled as he looked down at the younger alpha, catching a familiar scent coming off him. “Christ, Reed, what the hell are you doing here smelling like that?”

Gavin’s face reddened. “It’s just sweat, old man, I’ve smelled worse on you,” he defended himself. He could feel his shirt clinging to his back, and he knew when he got home he was going to strip himself of his clothes and immediately hop into a cold shower.

“No, it’s not that.” Connor stepped around Hank, but stayed near him and the door. “You smell like rut, Gavin.” Designed after omegas, Connor had the strongest sense of smell out of anyone in the room. If he smelled rut, then there was no doubt that’s what it was. “And it’s strong. You shouldn’t have even come in today if you’re this close.”

“What? No.” Gavin shook his head. There was no way. “I’m on suppressants. I haven’t had a cycle in years.”

“Suppressants have been known to fail after prolonged use.” After hearing Connor say that Gavin was in rut, Nines abandoned his investigation and joined the group standing by the exit. His own sense of smell was dulled in comparison to his predecessor, stronger than a human beta but not approaching that of an alpha. Only now that the others had pointed it out could he detect a hint of something in Gavin’s scent that wasn’t usually there. “I think Connor’s assessment is most likely correct. We should get you home.”

Gavin knew he was right, but he still weakly protested, “But the case-”

“Connor and I can wrap things up,” Hank interrupted him. “Go home, Reed, before you stink up the whole house.”

A hand pressed into Gavin’s back, Nines giving him a gentle push forward. Gavin reluctantly gave in, letting the android guide him out of the room. Hank and Connor moved out of their way, but as they passed, a whiff of the omega’s scent hit him like a smack to the face. He’d never liked Connor, and that extended to his scent - he smelled artificial and too sweet for Gavin’s tastes. But this time, those things didn’t bother him at all. The sweetness was enticing, and the faint plastic that underlay every android’s scent faded into the background.

Gavin didn’t realise that he had stopped walking, or that he was staring at Connor, until a deep growl filled the room and shook him out of his stupor. Hank glared at him, bringing a protective arm in front of the omega to put himself between Connor and the rut-addled alpha. Gavin was a good man even if he was a pain in the ass, but that didn’t mean he could be trusted to control himself when he was like this.

For the same reason, Nines grabbed onto the hood of Gavin’s jacket in case he needed to hold the man back. Thankfully, it wasn’t necessary. The shock of realising he’d been ready to jump Connor, of all people, had Gavin eager to get out as soon as possible. As he rushed out the door, Nines at his heels, Hank called after them, “Make sure he doesn’t drive himself home!”

There was no argument from Gavin about that. As stubborn as he could be, even he recognized that he shouldn’t be in control of a vehicle right now. He let Nines guide him out of the house and to his car, getting into the passenger side and immediately yanking off his jacket and throwing it into the back seat. Nines got in beside him, taking the keys and starting the car.

It was usually Gavin who started up the conversations they had when driving, but today he was quiet, sitting with his forehead pressed to the window, the coolness of it providing him with only slight relief to the fire raging in his body.

How long had it been since he’d last felt like this? It must have been ten years ago at least that he’d started the suppressants. Sure, he knew they wouldn’t last forever, but the thought of what would happen if he took a break like the directions recommended made him feel sick. He’d pushed it, more than he should have, and now he was going to be hit with the consequences of his actions - the story of his life, basically.

If he had been any normal alpha, this wouldn’t be such a big deal. A week of dealing with his rampant hormones and he’d be good as new and back to work. But Gavin wasn’t a normal alpha, despite what he projected to everyone around him. Few people at work knew that before he’d ever joined the DPD, Gavin Reed had once been an omega. He was more open about being a trans man, sharing the fact with a few people he was close to, but being trans-secondary wasn’t nearly as accepted by society yet, so he’d kept that part of himself a secret ever since leaving home all those years ago.

That meant Gavin was the only one who knew that what was happening to his body wasn’t a rut - it was a heat.

- Read the rest on AO3!

#my writing #dbh #detroit: become human #reed900

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draagonfruiit · 1 year

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GAV AND FL HEADCANONS FOR MY LOVELY AJ!!

@ajfromabove here you go sweetling.

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In any conversation FL has they’ll always end up talking about Gavin

FL loves when Gavin calls them my love.

Gavin loves to trace FL jaw and shoulders after they fall asleep.

FL used to feel like they couldn’t talk about how they felt after the inversion because of Gavins experience but Gavin immediately put that out of their head.

FL did that trend once where you hide under the bed and grab your partners foot, Gavin refused to kiss them for 4 hours after that.

Gavin, as revenge did that trend where you pretend someone is pulling your hair from the backseat of a car, FL pissed themselves laughing.

FL had this thing that when anyone is whispering or talking quietly around them they think that person is talking about them, Gavin noticed this early on and would reassure them that, that was not the case.

FL loves to study with Gavin, even if it ends with smexy time and they don’t really get anything done.

Gavin loves to read to FL.

FL loves to watch Gavin and Caelum interact.

FL is totally sane and normal about Gavin.

Gavin once brought home a pack of cute and fancy markers for FL, no one other than FL is allowed to use them.

FL almost jumped the exam proctor with Damien for Gavin.

FL is insane and not normal about Gavin.

FL is a Sims4 lunatic and Gavin once tried to get into it, but discovered that FL made themselves, Caelum, and Gavin in the Sims.

Gavin cried for 3 consecutive hours after finding the Sims family.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #love you aj #my cutie patootie

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angelica-takach · 8 months

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Valentine - Connor (RK800)

FemReader! Fluff, Angst??? PlusSizeReader! Heart melting love. Connor loves reader so much but didn't know what it was and after becoming a deviant he started to understand the feeling, but he also has other feelings too that he is learning about.

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part 1 part 2

After androids left their humans or at least the ones that wanted to did life as a cop became different but still the same? It's odd to think of things as normal now since the deviants or as I prefer to call them friends are all free now and happy but then again, I am a human who supports them all the way especially Connor god Connor is so handsome, and I want to tell him how I feel but he probably doesn't feel the same way. I don't know he might like me too. Tapping on my shoulder takes me from my thoughts, when I look up it's the man I'm thinking about right now. "Hey Connor, how are you?" He shook his head at me but wasn't mad or at least he didn't seem it. "Nothing much except I've been trying to get your attention for like the past hour." I looked at my phone and he indeed has been trying for an hour, He called me, texted me and even drove here to get me himself. "I'm sorry connie. I didn't mean to not respond; I was busy going through case files." He sighed but nodded. "It's okay Y/n. I get it. So, you want to go get food? I know I can't eat it but I want to go hang out with someone and hank is busy drinking so he can't come with me." I paused for dramatic effect to mess with him, but I knew damn well I was going. "Hm let me think... I would love to Connor." He smiled at me. "Okay great! I can't wait!" I giggled at his silly attitude and walked over to the coffee station; I grabbed a cup of coffee and seen Hank and Gavin which is odd considering usually they are bickering but instead it was silent except for people grabbing cups of coffee, I gabbed myself a cup and as I'm grabbing a cup Gavin as per usual is trying to flirt with me again even though I've told him repeatedly that I'm not interested but he never listens to reason. "So, you have any plans for tonight?" 'I hate him so much!' "Actually, yes I do Gavin." I smirked letting him know he did not win me over with his smooth-talking crap. "Well, who are you going out with tonight?" He tried touching my cheek, but I jerked away from him. "None of your damn business Gavin!" I looked around and everyone was starting at me in the station androids included, I looked over and seen Connor watching me with what seemed like jealousy and maybe a hint of cockiness because I was going to be his for the night, but I wasn't sure and definitely was not going to ask. I finally got home and showered and did soft not too heavy make-up and then wore a dress that hugged my curves nicely and I did my hair in some space buns. I waited for Connor to show up he was 20 minutes late, but he came finally. I smiled at him. "You look amazing Connor." He smiled back. "You look amazing as well Y/n." He walked me to the car and opened my door for me and he even buckled my seat belt. "Thanks Connor but you didn't need to buckle me in." I giggled at the end. He got nervous I could tell. "I'm sorry I just want to make sure your safe." He got in the driver side and drove me to this beautiful restaurant, and we go up to get our table and the bitch behind the thing started flirting with Connor which wasn't acceptable behavior. I scoffed at her and grabbed onto Connor's arm and tugged him into my side, so she knew to back off, but the stupid bitch was still flirting. I was getting furious until Connor pulled me from my thoughts by seating me and then himself. "Is something the matter detective- sorry I mean Y/n?" I shook my head, but he knew better that I was lying. "You can tell me if something is bothering you Y/n." I sighed because I can't deny him an answer. "I honestly am not okay the bitch that took us to our table was flirting with you and well...Just never mind! I don't want to talk about it." He looked confused and was not sure how to handle this. "I'm sorry Y/n I'm not sure what you mean?" I started giggling then it turned into laughing the whole time Connor was so confused and weirded out by me, "Connor I love you. Okay?"

The end of this one but I do plan to make more to finish this story up that being said thanks for reading please reblog and comment and have a good day/night.

#dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh rk800 #dbh #dbh fanfic #connor x reader #fyp

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devine-star · 2 years

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Short King!

Josh Washington, Connor (RK800), Gavin Reed, Jesse, Dylan Lenivy, Nick Furciilo x Male!Reader! (All seperate!)

Warnings: Small sexual mentions,

Note: decided to take this request and do it with a few of my favorites from each fandom I wrote for! This is a part one! If you’d like a part 2 let me know!

Josh Washington (Until Dawn):

-Josh LOVES your height! -He is 6′ even himself so when he first meets you, he thinks you’re ADORABLE! -That quickly changes when he sees how buff you truly are. -Hiding it behind baggy and lose clothes, often others will think you’re just chunky.

-He knows the truth thought. -LOVES when you two are wrestling (Not sexually, get your mind out of the gutter) and you EASILY pin him to ground or man handle him! -WILL make jokes about you doing that in the bedroom but plays it off as a joke. -Follows you to the gym claiming its to “Watch your form” But in reality, just wants to see you bench press his weight. -You would tease him CONSTANTLY about him watching you. -He would go so far that he would trip on the tredmil and go flying almost half way across the gym. -But Josh didn’t care! It led to you two back at the lodge with you patching up the few scrapes on his arms and legs.

Connor (RK800, DBH): -Doesn’t understand the height thing when it comes to humans. -”Why is height important?” He would ask this CONSTANLY when someone mentions they could never date someone shorter than him. -Admires your form anytime he can honestly, -You’re the main reason he became a deviant but he would NEVER admit that. -Just the way your muscles would press against your shirt as you moved things around the house or even just as you did yard work; it drove him CRAZY -Didn’t fully become deviant until the day the two of you were walking downtown -He went to cross the road and failed to see the car coming straight for him. -Yelling his name you reach out, grabbing him -Almost lifting him over your head to get him out of the way. -He sits on the ground as a blue blush covered his face as his eyes covered with red lines as a rush of new emotions filled him.

Gavin Reed (DBH): -A somewhat short king himself. -5′9 but tells everyone he’s 6′. -Constantly picks on you for your height but it’s only because he loves you! -Keeps his feelings hidden. -”Gav, could you get that mug for me?” You would ask not knowing he put it up so high so you would need his help. -But the one, and only, time you asked Connor for help? Gavin is fuming! -Gavin has had his fair share of deviants getting away, why? Because he would be distracted by the way your thighs looked in your jeans as you ran. -Always wants to sit on the other side of the interigation room, why? Because he wants to watch you go in there in a tank top to intimidate whoever was on the other side. -In a tank top, leaning against the table as you crossed your arms. -He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t get a small rush of horny whenever you would slam your hands on the table to scare the person you were questioning.

Jesse (The Last Of Us): -Doesn’t care for height honestly -Loves that when you hug him, your face in tilted into his neck. -CONSTANTLY on edge when you two go on patrol and get ambushed by infected. -He loses you for a solid 10 minutes but once everything is killed, he can’t find you anywhere. -Comes to find you under a table holding a gash in your hand. -Panicking, thinking you were infected, he quickly pulls you from your hiding spot before seeing its just a gash from a bottle. -”What happened?” Quickly pulling out his medical kit -”Oh..uh,” You chuckle while blushing “I busted a bottle due to how hard I was holding it,” -SWOON!!! -He then convinces you that you need sparing lessons, only so he could be tossed around by you; shamlessly.

Dylan Lenivy (The Quarry): -TALL BF LOVES HIS SHORT BF!!!! -You first caught his eye when he brought his group of campers to the archary range. -The heat of summer was nothing campred to the heat he felt watching you draw your arm back to aim the bow -Dylan even goes as far as to ‘tripping’ near you so you would catch him. -When everything started going down and Dylan sprained his ankle running; you had no issue or struggle picking him up bridal style to carry him back to the lodge. -Even in the heat of the fight, you fighting a werewolf, fist to fist. He couldn’t stop his swooning. -Hiding behind you was a THING for him. -Just knowing how strong you were made him feel SO safe but he knew how rediculous it must look.

Nick Furcillo (The Quarry): -Mr. Furcillo is 6′2. The tallest in camp besides Dylan. -He LOVES watching you teach the kids how to play guitar. -Sitting there watching the way your muscles move under your skin as you pluck the strings and the way your hands looked; drove him INSANE. -Now when everything went down and he was attacked; the wolf inside of him CRAVED you. -Not just sexually. -All the thoughts Nick had about the way it would feel to have you hold him close and just calm him down ran wild. -Half of him hoping that when he was hurt that is what you would do. -Right before he turned he demanded to see you. -The way you sat on your knees next to him, reaching over to dab the sweat away gently. -A rush of arousal and anger filled him when you shoved him off after he tried to pull you close to him. -Once everything was over and he found you again; apologies and tears were shared as you FINALLY took him into your arms.

#Josh Washington x reader #Josh Washington x male reader #Connor (RK800) x reader #Connor (RK800) x male reader #RK800 x male reader #Jesse TLOU x reader #Jesse TLOU x male reader #Dylan Lenivy x reader #Dylan Lenivy x male reader #Nick Furcillo x reader #Nick Furcillo x male reader

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anjaelle · 2 years

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White Light | Part III

Characters: Ghost!ATJ x Black Female!Reader Rating: M+ (Warnings: Death, Claustrophobia, Nyctophobia, Horror Elements [Demonic Entity]) Word Count: 2.2K Summary: Your new, dead roommate disappeared into the ether. So...now what? a/n: This chapter is a little more creepy than previous chapters. I felt like horror comes with the territory of the not-so-dead. You know? There will probably be more horror elements in the future. SIDE NOTE: Below is a playlist of songs that give a great idea of what his band sounded like in 2003. I've also included parts 1 & 2. If you'd like to be tagged in the update, please let me know. Please like, comment, and reblog!

[Part I] | [Part II] | [Part IV] [☁ Masterpost ☁] | [♫ The Crimson Zombies Mixtape ♫]

It'd been about three weeks since he poofed into thin air.

Not that you were really counting.

You'd just gotten used to the idea of having a ghost in your apartment only for him to just disappear without a trace in less than 24 hours. After learning that Gavin was Aaron's former bandmate, you briefly wondered if finding out Gavin's fate was his unanswered business, and why he moved onto the other side. It was a true hardship to get over the feeling of constantly being watched, and you questioned your sanity for feeling that way. Aaron's presence--before you knew he was there, obviously--never felt threatening. You could compare it to having a very clingy cat who seemed to shadow you wherever you went. Though, he swore he never watched you in the bathroom, a fact you were thankful for.

At least he was a respectful dead guy, given the circumstances.

You decided that it'd be best to move on and mark this as just one very strange initial experience in your new home. To stave off the loneliness, you decided to invite over your best friend, Kayla, for a sleepover. Between the drinking, the dancing, the movies, and the junk food, you were able to forget about the last few weeks only for a moment.

"Have you ever considered dating, again?" Kayla suddenly asked, as she sat at your feet. Your hands hesitated as you braided her hair, and you sighed before resuming the task.

"No." You responded, shortly.

She made a noise that sounded like a slightly sympathetic hum, and you nudged her with your knee.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

You playfully tugged at the braid in your hand, "That. Say what you wanna say, babe."

Kayla made a point to sigh dramatically, and pull her knees up to her chest. When she slightly rocked from side to side you rolled your eyes, dropping the completed braid down her back.

"I just..." she sighed again, and you snorted, "Don't laugh, I'm concerned about my little sister. You're in your twenties, you're beautiful, smart, funny, and you're supremely prickly."

You feigned offense, "I am NOT prickly. I'm just able to see through the romanticism of it all."

"So you say," Kayla hmphed, "You and I both know you get a little bit of a thrill out of bullying people."

As you combed your fingers through the completed braids with mousse, you smirked to yourself. She wasn't wrong. But you didn't fully see that as an inherent character flaw. Bullying could be fun sometimes.

"Maybe..." you agreed.

"Not 'maybe.'" You could almost hear her pouting. "I know things with your ex ended badly--"

"--Don't." You warned, leaning away from the woman sitting between your knees like she'd scalded you.

"I'm just saying that you were right. And I still wish you'd let me hit him with my car, but whatever. I'll ask again in a couple of months and see how you feel..." At this, you giggled. "...BUT I think you should consider dating around. Just so you can remember what it feels like to actually like someone, you know?"

"I did go on a date with someone and you know how that ended."

Kayla sucked her teeth and turned to look at you, squinting her dark brown eyes in annoyance.

"What?" You asked, fighting the growing smirk on your face.

"What?" She mimicked in a voice that sounded impressively close to yours.

Kayla, of all people, knew that dating in the modern age was trash. Who really wanted to go through the talking stage over and over again, with numerous people? As much as you hated your ex at the moment, there was a small comfort in never really having to question if he wanted to be with you. You watched your friends have tired dating experiences. And though your relationship was far from perfect, you didn't envy those who still had to search for their person.

Karma was a no good, rotten ass bitch. You refused to entertain her.

You finally tilted Kayla's head back and gave her a gentle smooch on the forehead.

"I'm okay, babe. I promise," You reassured her. "I'm okay with my solitude."

She scrunched up her nose at you--the perfect mirror of yourself, and you knew she was very much your sister.

"Gross." She chuckled.

Once Kayla finally went to bed, and you had the chance to get lost in your own thoughts, you tried to better understand what the emptiness you felt stemmed from. I couldn't have been a relationship. Despite everything that happened in the last year--and a LOT had happened--you didn't feel like you needed a partner. You simply just felt aimless.

You examined your face in the bathroom mirror, with a towel wrapped tightly around you. You focused on your grounding mechanisms to ward off the dissociation that'd been slowly creeping up on you over the last few months. There were two dark, dull eyes staring back at you.

"Ooookay." You said to yourself, shaking your shoulders out before hanging up your towel and stepping into the tub.

You mentally examined yourself: a nose, a mouth, braids with a disappointing amount of new growth. A neck, shoulders, a chest, a stomach, and legs. You were there: thinking, existing, blinking, and breathing in the minty steam rising from your shower.

The repetitive sound of the water hitting the tile walls made you zone out, briefly wondering if maybe you were just doing something wrong with life. After all, no matter what you did, you could never seem to find that much needed level of satisfaction. Maybe you were meant to be unfufilled--

"SHIT!"

You jumped at the sudden outburst, nearly braining yourself on the floor of the tub. A new shadow shifted on the other side of the curtain.

"GOD DAMN IT, AARON! FUCK!"

-x-

He had no idea where he went. One moment, he was standing beside you in your bedroom. The next, he was submerged in pure darkness. He saw nothing, he felt nothing.

He tried to call out for you, but it was as if his voice was snatched from his throat. His brain was floating in an empty space devoid of sound and light.

He tried to scream.

Nothing.

The unnatural quiet of the liminal space set his nerves on edge. It was as if his brain--or what was left of it--was trying desperately to find something to latch onto.

Aaron's consciousness felt stretched thin and compacted at the same time. He called out for you again. And again. And again.

Nothing.

That was when he felt it.

Something that watched him in the darkness. It had a thousand eyes that seemed to be stalking him from all sides, and he could almost feel the heat of its breath on the back of his neck. The thing spoke, croaking from deep inside his subconscious, and scratching at the inner corners of his mind.

Malevolus...et caedes. I hunger. I'm watching. ...you can't have her.

The thing shifted around him, and he felt its icy hand on his shoulder, nails digging into him hard enough to draw blood. It leaned in close to him, and the smell of mold and blood lingered on its mouth.

Suddenly he was in your bathroom, hands up in a defensive stance, and screaming.

"GOD DAMN IT," you screamed, "AARON! FUCK!"

He curled up in a ball, trying to get his bearings but unable to focus. He stared off into space, chest heaving, eyes wide and unfocused. He couldn't hear you calling his name. And even as you crouched in front of him in your towel, he couldn't stop staring at the thing that seemed to stare at him from the corner of your bathroom. Grinning with sharp jagged teeth and a mouth full of blood. Its eyes were black without pupils, and its face seemed to shift in the light. Then it was gone.

"Aaron?" You whispered, reaching out to him. He shrank away from you, continuing to stare at the wall where the creature had been.

"I was gone for almost a month?" He asked the following day, watching you pace back and forth in your bedroom. He shook his head, "That's...that isn't possible. I was only gone for a couple of minutes. Maybe an hour."

It killed him inside to watch you ignore him as Kayla rushed in to check on you and eventually led you to bed. He didn't want to be alone. Not when that thing was still watching him. But now that he was back, he wanted to grab you by your hands to get you to stop and look at him. He just needed to know that he wouldn't disappear again.

"I thought you'd moved onto the other side after the Ga-" you hesitated, then glanced at him cautiously and whispered, "the Gavin thing."

You both paused, almost waiting to see if he would drop off the face of the Earth. When he didn't, he let out a deep sigh and shuddered to himself.

"What happened?" You asked. When he quirked an eyebrow at you, you clarified, "What made you disappear?"

He swallowed hard and avoided your questioning gaze, choosing to stare at his hands. He was relieved to see them again, but was confused by some new scars that seemed to have appeared on his knuckles. That couldn't have been right.

"I was so angry," he confessed, "I felt white, hot rage. Rage I'd never felt before. I just...Gavin was like my brother. And Talia was the only woman I'd ever really loved. He was constantly saying that Talia was terrible, and I defended her with my life. I died angry at my best friend over her. Only for them to get married not even a year after I was put in the ground?"

When he said it aloud, he felt the heat rising up again, and he flexed his hands.

"My body wasn't even fucking cold yet." The lights flickered in the apartment, and he tried to reel himself back in. Aaron wanted to desperately squeeze the bedsheets in his fists, maybe even punch something, and was frustrated that he couldn't. "And now he's dead. Gone forever. And I can't even ask him why he did it."

He briefly wondered if Gavin was haunting some hole-in-the wall somewhere. It'd be on brand for him. Maybe he was in Hell, if that existed. That was even more on brand.

"I'm sorry." You murmured, sitting beside him, "For all of it. I'm sorry you found out this way. I'm sorry you lost your best friend--"

"I want to know how he died."

He watched you fidget with your hands and bite your inner cheek, avoiding eye contact.

"...Are you sure?"

It still hadn't even sunken in that his best friend of several years was dead, leaving behind Talia and three children. He figured it'd be better to rip the band-aid off.

"No. But tell me anyway." He wanted to reach out and hold you to let you know that he'd be okay. Instead, he offered you a small smile and shrug, hoping to reassure you that he could handle it. You still stared at him with wide, worried eyes.

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"C'mon..."

You huffed at him, crossing your arms, "You don't know how you looked when you came back. You were terrified. You were babbling about a thing in the dark. And you were gone for almost a month over this. Who's to say you won't be gone for even LONGER next time, just because your emotions shifted?"

The mere mention of the dark made him involuntarily shudder again, and you motioned at him as if to say, "I told you so."

He decided it'd be better to concede. For now. He would ask again at a later date. He was sure you thought he was curious out of a desire to feed some morbid curiosity. He wished it was just that.

He finally coaxed you to sit beside him on your bed, and he was surprised to find that there was still a small tingle of warmth as you sat near him.

...you can't have her.

The croaking voice seemed to ring in his head as he looked at you. He didn't tell you everything. He couldn't. As long as it couldn't invade your thoughts you were safe.

At least that was the assumption he was going to make.

He spent the following nights sitting in bed next to you, keeping watch as you slept and it watched him from the darkest corner of the room.

I hunger.

He focused on the sound of your breathing, actively trying to ignore the grinning creature. As the nights wore on, it seemed to slowly vanish. Soon there was nothing.

On the eighth night of his hypervigilance, he watched as you sighed in your sleep and curled up closer to him. Your brows furrowed, and you groaned.

"You alright?" He whispered, hovering his hand over your forehead. You were burning up. He could feel you burning up. He hesitated, and then fully pressed his hand to your forehead. In turn, you instinctively grabbed his hand in your sleep, and jolted awake.

You both stared at your joined hands.

"Oh...you're ice cold." You whispered before passing out.

#aaron taylor johnson #atj x black!reader #atj x reader #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson x black!reader #atj #jaelle writes

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rocksandmirrors · 11 months

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I had an idea

this is an agnst headcannon

matt has burn marks and other scars on his back and alot of them. Most of them come from him throwing himself into danger to keep his friends safe. Matt is loyal and will help others if he cares about them. So what happens when there's boiling ran and only space for 3 people to hide? Bria amar and Gavin all hide from the rain and mayt faces away from it and deals with the pain. Oh amar acidentily brought a plant to life and its gonna hit Gavin. Matt gets in the way.

This self sacrificing nature becomes clear when gus and matt need a place to hide in the rain they find an overhang big enough for one person maybe one and a half. Gus starts to talk about finding away for both to fit but matt just pushes gus under and let's the rain fall down his back barely flinching. Gus pulls him under and holds him close enough that he stops getting burnt. After they head to matts house to clean the burns. Gus makes matt let him help with the burns on his back. When matt shows gus his back gus squeaks because of how scarred it is. That leads to matt pulling away and trying to cover back up his back before gus stops him and starts to clean. Matt falls asleep after but gus just stays silently wondering how matt could just let himself be hurt without a thought like that. Gus would die for his friends but he was going to try to figure out another way first matt though if given the choice would always chose his friends. He would chose his friends without considering another way. Matt didn't want to die not even close but when your raised to judge value you also learn to put more valuable things before the things the world won't need

(Ps I promise this one isn't me projecting)

nooo how dare you hurt me like that (please never stop)

i agree with you, once Matt feels close enough to someone he can and will jump in front of a moving car for them. it'd take him a lot to unlearn that he's, in fact, not a bodyguard but a friend i'm especially a sucker for Gus tending to Matt's wounds like. mgnhngh these bitches gay

#mattholomule #gus porter #gustholomule #headcanon

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detroitbecomeyandere · 2 years

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Commission piece

Summary: Cyrus has an issue with the new beat cop

CW: kidnapping, assult, kind of bondage, blood, degradation, slight misogyny, general yandere content

Word count: 3,082

Hate was a very strong word, but it was definitely what Cyrus feels towards you.

He hated how you felt like you deserved to be on the force; he hated that you felt like you were his equal. Cyrus firmly believed that humans could never be on his level, let alone a human female. From the moment you transferred to his unit, he despised you - you in that little uniform that hugged your body just a little too tight. He especially hated how his partner would stop what he was doing every time you walked by so that he could stare at your ass. Gavin was already one of the most disgusting men Cyrus had ever met, and the fact that Gavin thought he had the right to look at you the way he did made Cyrus feel the urge to slam Gavin’s face into his desk. Because as much as Cyrus hated to admit it, you belonged to him and no one else, even if you didn't know it yet.

It wasn't hard to find your beat; a small nice neighborhood that shouldn't even need a beat cop - yet here you are. It was almost precious, the idea that someone as dull as you could keep anyone safe when you couldn't even sense someone stalking you. Cyrus tells himself that he was following you to make sure you didn't get into too much trouble, that he should be the only one to lay a hand on your body after all. He keeps trying to tell himself that he was only doing this to make your life harder as he would throw rocks into windows or set buildings on fire, but truth has a way of coming out despite the lies he tells himself.

Currently, Cyrus sits in the shadows watching you try to calm down the hysterical woman, screeching about some peeping tom trying to violate her - as if that's actually why Cyrus was lurking outside her windows. He just needed to get you down here. Sure, he saw you earlier today, but you were like an itch he just couldn’t scratch. And after watching you flirt with another officer, he’d had enough; you had to know what you were doing in the way you teased him and acted as if you had the right to do so. He watched while you took the report, looked around and headed back to your squad car. But before you had the chance to unlock the door, everything faded to black and you fell.

The only thing you see when you come to is complete darkness; slightly out of it still, you can't tell if the room is just that dark or if there’s something over your eyes. You try to lift your head only to feel a sharp pain behind your eyes send you crashing back down. Out of instinct, you try to cradle your head, only to find out your hands are bound behind you. Trying to stay calm and reminding yourself of your training, you breathe in deep and listen for anything that might give you a hint as to where you are; but the room is so quiet that the only thing you could hear is your own heart trying to beat out of your chest. Before you can assess anything more, the sound of footsteps break your concentration; a lock clicks and you hear a door open and shut. The mysterious person walks towards you and pulls the blindfold off your face. The sudden change forces your eyes shut. Through squinted eyes, you look up at the person in front of you and let out a sigh of relief as the fear washes away.

"Cyrus, thank God! You have to get me out fast, before whoever did this comes back."

Cyrus takes a step closer to you and pauses. Suddenly, you are aware that you are completely nude. Embarrassed, your cheeks flush as you go to curl in on yourself as much as you can, to try and hide as much of your body as you could. Even though he was an android, it still felt odd to be bare in front of your superior officer. Taking another step closer to you, Cyrus steps in between your legs and runs his fingers over your collar bone, but he makes no move to untie your hands. You pull your shoulder away and shift uncomfortably.

"Hey Cyrus come on... stop it now. Get me out of here!"

His hand moves from your skin and up to your hair; once there, he grabs a handful and yanks your head to the side as the light beside his temple turns red.

"Ow what the fuck Cyrus?!"

"Shut up. I am so exhausted from hearing you talk." His head tilts to the side while he looks you over.

"Aren't you just precious, all bound and helpless. Hopefully after all this is over with, you will finally get it through your head just how low down the food chain you actually are." Condemnation drips from his words as Cyrus roughly grabs your chin and leans down your eye level.

"Nothing makes my thirium burn more than when an inferior thinks they are my equal, especially when it's an inferior like you. Humans are already weak but a woman? God you are so pathetically incompetent, it's a wonder how your species has made it this far."

His grip tightens as he yanks you up by your hair, forcing you to your feet before he throws you to the floor.

"It’s time for you to learn your fucking place - and that the only thing you are good for in this life is for me to empty my cock into." Reaching into his back pocket, Cyrus retrieves a baby pink collar and a matching leash.

You kick at him in an attempt to keep him away from you; you make contact with his leg but it does nothing to him. He catches your leg as you attempt to kick him again, twisting it until you are rolled over onto your stomach. The android crouches over you, threading his fingers through your hair and slams your face into the ground. Blood starts to cascade from your nose as you lay there, dazed for a moment.

"Keep fighting bitch, you aren't getting out of here and all it does is make me want to break you even more." Taking the advantage, Cyrus secures the collar around your neck, making it just a little too tight. And with it now safely attached, Cyrus stands and yanks the leash hard enough to make you choke.

"Please Cyrus, just let me leave. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I'll leave the force if that’s what you want. Please..."

Tears are now flowing freely down your face - both the pain and the humiliation of having your arms cuffed behind your back - while your bare ass and cunt are on display for the android you once respected.

"Now, why would I let you go now? I have you right where I want you." Kneeling behind you, Cyrus runs his hands over your ass and gives it a slight squeeze. His right hand disappears for a moment, only for it to come back down and strike your flesh. A yelp forces its way past your lips and that yelp turns into a cry as the hand comes down harder. Cyrus continues to abuse your ass and relishes in every pained noise that comes from you, only stopping when you begin to choke on your tears.

Taking a moment, Cyrus admires his handiwork as his eyes travel down to find your slit glistening.

"Well well! Would you look at that kitten? You seem to be enjoying all this after all." Pulling the leash back, Cyrus forces your head off the floor as he pushes two fingers inside you; you groan at the sudden intrusion, a wet sound making its way to your ears as you are probed from behind.

"Dripping wet, you're just a fucking slut aren't you?" The only thing you can do is shake your head in disagreement and mumble out a broken no, earning you another slap across your burning backside. "When your master asks you a question, I expect a verbal response. Do I make myself clear?"

Swallowing a sob, you squeak out a weak "Yes!" back to him only to once again be met with a hit that pushes that sob right back out.

Thinking quickly, you respond back this time with a defeated "Yes, master..."

Behind you, Cyrus gives a soft hum in acknowledgement. He loosens his hold on the leash, and your head sinks back to the floor. Both his hands return to your stinging ass, causing you to flinch and your whole body to tense, expecting another hit. To your relief, you’re met with a gentle touch as Cyrus lightly rubs his hands across them, slightly soothing the burn before his hands travel further down and reach your inner thighs and graze your sensitive lips.

In a sudden motion, Cyrus flips you over and places you onto your back, causing your ass to burn. It forces your bound arms to take your full weight as you lay on them. Cyrus grabs your thighs and forces them apart, and immediately, he buries his face into your cunt. His tongue pushes into your wet and throbbing hole, and he groans as he savors your taste. You try to keep him away by closing your thighs, only for them to be pushed flat to the floor, which puts even more pressure on your arms. He gives you a few kitten licks before he latches his lips around your clit and starts to suck.

With no warning, two of his fingers invade you again and he begins to thrust them into your dripping cunt, curling them to brush against your g-spot everytime he pushes back in. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moans that are trying to escape as the pressure starts to build in your stomach. You try to think of anything but the android going down on you, but every thought is pushed away almost immediately as all your nerves start to come alive.

Not liking that you're ignoring him, Cyrus grazes his teeth along your sensitive nub and pushes a third finger into you; your eyes roll back as a breathless moan escapes from you. The pressure inside you continues to build while your hips try to roll against his mouth instinctually, seeking out more of the stimulation you were growing desperate for. Cyrus hums in approval and begins to stretch your pulsating walls. Before you know it, the tension in your stomach snaps and you are sent over the edge. Your whole body seizes up as your back arches off the floor and your thighs tremble. Cyrus pulls his fingers out of you, and you mentally kick yourself when you hear the pitiful whine that escapes you as your aching walls are left empty.

Still between your legs, Cyrus smirks up at you. "Such a little whore, telling me no and still getting off on all this. Guess you know that deep down, this is all you’re good for too. Now, let's finally put that mouth to use - but don't worry, I won't leave this slutty pussy empty for long."

His words don't have time to fully process as he reaches from behind him and pulls a large pink vibrator out from seemingly nowhere. Ignoring your protests, Cyrus pushes it into you slowly, allowing you to feel every bump and ridge as it's forced inside you. His eyes stare intensely as he watches your twitching cunt suck it in inch by inch; a steady hand on your hip keeps you in place as the vibrator bottoms out inside you.

Once it's seated fully inside you, Cyrus flicks it on. Your body twitches and your back arches as your over sensitive walls are assaulted again. Wrapping his hand around your leash, he jerks you forward and forces you to your knees. He grabs you by your shoulders to keep you from falling flat on your face again. His hand travels up from your shoulders and wipes some of the drying blood off your chin. He slips his thumb past your lips and rests it on your soft tongue for a moment while his free hand makes its way into his pants and pulls his dick out.

“Now that you’ve had your fun kitten, it’s time to show your master just how thankful you are. Be good because there’s plenty of milk in it for you.” He strokes himself for a moment before removing his thumb and slowly pressing his cock into your mouth.

After pushing half of his length in, his head rolls back as he rests it on your tongue, appreciative of how soft and warm your mouth is. Cyrus strokes your cheek almost lovingly as he watches the rest of his dick disappear between your lips. Licking his own, he pushes the rest of himself into your mouth as his tip grazes the back of your throat. Your gag reflex makes your throat tighten around him and the muffled sobs and gasps coming from you forces a groan from him. Taking a moment, the android leaves his cock on your soft appendage as he tries to contain himself. This moment was all he had thought about for months, and he wasn't going to let it pass by him so quickly.

With a hiss, Cyrus pulls out of your mouth and leaves the tip resting on your tongue for a moment before he pushes back into you. As his cock rests inside your mouth, you moan around him, sending vibrations up his sensitive dick. His hands slide into your hair, gripping the side of your head as he starts to roll his hips into your mouth over and over. Starting at a steady pace and building from there, every stroke was smooth as he just took in the balminess of your mouth. "Fuck, you really are perfect for this kitten. I knew that you were made to be used like this."

His grip on your hair turns harsh as the android picks up his speed, making sure to hit the back of your throat with every thrust. Your eyes water as tears roll down your face and mix with your spit. Shame starts to fill you up as you realize the knot in your stomach is beginning to tighten again. You shut your eyes and try to ignore the sound of his grunts, a buzzing noise coming from between your soaked thighs.

Cyrus cracks his eyes open and peers down on you; your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are screwed shut and he does not like that. He grabs the remote and flicks the speed on the vibrator up and revels in the new vibrations that travel up his body as his hand finds its place on your head as he redoubles his efforts.

He keeps using your face as his personal fuck toy, and if there was a possibility for you to feel more ashamed and filthy, you didn't want to find out what it was.

With a final thrust Cyrus dumps his load down your throat, forcing another gag out of you while he emptied himself into your stomach.

He stays like that as he feels you struggle to swallow around his still hard member. Once he's satisfied, Cyrus pulls himself out of you and pushes you down to the floor again and without giving you a moment to catch your breath, he pulls the vibe out from you and lines his hard cock up with your twitching entrance.

Your bound arms now are searing in pain as they’re now not only crushed under your weight, but Cryus’s added weight as well. He pauses for a moment as his eyes roll back; now that he was here, inside you, he never wanted to leave.

Underneath him, you try to shift and relieve some of the pain developing in your shoulders. Instead, it pulls him out of his thoughts long enough for him to pull himself out and ram back inside you. The sudden jolt sends a sharp pain through your torso as a cry makes it past your lips; your painful yelps motivate him as one hand grips your right thigh, pressing it against your chest, and the other squeezes your breast.

Your nails dig into your palms and you shut your eyes, trying to be anywhere else at the moment but a harsh yank on the collar stops all other thoughts in their tracks.

“Are you fucking ignoring me again?” he groans as he pulls your head up. “I fill up your slutty cunt again and this is the thanks I get?” He stops his movements and pulls out of you before rolling you over onto your knees, your bruised nose making contact with the floor causing it to trickle blood again. “Well, since you want to be so ungrateful, we’re just going to have to treat you like the bitch you are, won’t we?”

You try to form an apology but before a single word can get out he pulls the collar harder until the smooth leather bites into your skin and begins to choke you. Without warning Cyrus slams back into you and behind to fuck you harder; the sudden pleasure and the lack of air causes black spots to dot your vision as the forced pleasure builds. “You’re staying on your knees and I’m going to fuck you into the floor and you are going to take all of me like the fucking whore you are.”

Cyrus yanks on your collar and forces your head off the floor and your vision goes white and the knot snaps. Cyrus smirks as he feels your cum leaks over his cock, he bites his lip and leans over you.

“Besides,” he smiles. “It’s what you’re meant for. You’ve been enjoying yourself. And now, you’ll get to be happy the rest of your life. Because you’ll never do anything but fucking ever again.”

And as he starts plowing you as rough as he can, the pain, the overstimulation - it’s all too much for you to handle. You start losing your vision as the world turns to black, and the last sound you hear is of him laughing at you…

#detroit become human #yandere #dbh rk900 #dbh cyrus #lemon content #commission #this is the longest thing ive ever written #im so happy with it #beau

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ghostofaboy · 11 months

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Rock Bottom - The Devil Is In The Details

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie gives Tilly's offer some consideration.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2617 Chapter: 15/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 14 / Part 1 / Masterpost

By the time Frankie was dropped off back at the workshop and had driven home, the sky was beginning to get dark. Evening was setting in, and as Frankie slumped down on his worn sofa and glanced at his watch, it was almost 8. Kicking off his shoes, Frankie let his head fall back as he let out a long heavy sigh.

“Fuck.” He breathed out softly.

That had not been what he had expected from an encounter with the infamous Garth Tilly. Reaching into his pocket, Frankie could feel the slip of paper Tilly had handed him. His offer. Frankie wasn’t sure if he wanted to look at it or not.

Looking at it meant acknowledging that offer, considering it even. If the number on that slip of paper was ridiculously or insultingly low, then the choice was clear. But what if it wasn’t? What if the number was a good one? Would that mean he was going to seriously consider being Tilly’s on-call prostitute?

Frankie thought for a moment about calling Tyler. But what would he say? How would he explain this situation? Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie knew Gavin was the first person he needed to call. Fucking little shit was the reason he was in this mess, but he was also just a kid in over his head.

Hauling himself up off the sofa, Frankie grabbed one of the many frozen leftovers Tyler had made for him and shoved it into the microwave. Then he pulled out his phone and called Gavin.

“Frank!” Gavin picked up after one ring. “Dude! Are you ok?”

“I’m good, Gav.” Frankie sighed. “Are you ok? Did, did they hurt you?”

“No.” Gavin sounded relieved. “That guy brought me straight home and told me to stay put. He said Tilly will be in touch about a job. Fuck, dude. The guy is fuckin’ sat outside my house in a car just watchin’ me.”

“Just stay put then.” Frankie pulled his cap off, tossing it onto the table. “If they wanted to hurt you, they would have. Just don’t do anything stupid, ok?”

“Ok.” Gavin agreed. “Are you ok? What happened after I left?”

“Tilly wanted to… talk,” Frankie answered slowly, trying to figure out how much to tell Gavin. “He wants me to help fix up his classic car collection.”

“The fuck?”

“I know.” Frankie gave a small laugh. It did sound stupid and weird. “Made me an offer, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”

Gavin was quiet for a few moments before speaking again. He sounded calmer. “Well, it might be a good job. I mean, the guy is loaded, so, yeah. Might be a good deal.”

“Maybe.” Frankie hummed. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, or you know…”

“Yeah.” Frankie could hear someone talking to Gavin in the background. “I gotta go. My mom wants help with something. But Frank… thanks for callin’ dude.”

“No problem Gav.”

“And Frank!” Gavin interrupted before Frankie could end the call.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, dude.”

“I know.” Frankie sighed. “Take care, Gav. See you tomorrow at work, ok?”

Ending the call, Frankie put his phone on the table and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. The neatly folded paper looked small and meaningless, but Frankie couldn’t bring himself to open it. Finally, after a few seconds of starting at it, Frankie took a long deep breath. It was like pulling a bandaid off; he just needed to do it. The paper tremored in his shaking hands as Frankie slowly unfolded it.

$4,050.

There it was, the offer, and then a cellphone number, probably Tilly’s.

The number looked so innocuous, but Frankie’s heart sped up slightly. It was a bit less that he was making a month working for Malcolm but not so much that it would make a meaningful impact on his life. Damn it! This is what he had been afraid of. The offer was a serious one, not insulting, but one actually worth thinking about from a financial point of view.

Frankie knew he needed to talk to someone about this. He needed an objective point of view, and Pope was the first person who sprung to mind. That wasn’t an option, though. Even if he had Pope’s number, which he didn’t, it would have meant revealing what Tilly wanted him to do. And that was the crux of the issue. Was Frankie prepared to sell his body?

Gavin had already been doing that. He was technically already a prostitute, but it had been out of his control. It was easy to blame it all on Gavin, but if he went down this road with Tilly, this would be his choice. There would be no getting around that. It would be all on him.

Frankie’s alarm jolted him awake the following morning. The sun was already up, and the sounds of traffic drifted through his partially open window. Groaning, Frankie reached over to shut it off and grabbed his phone. He had one message; it was from Tyler.

[Hey. How did it go with your friends? Miss you ♥️]

Sitting up, Frankie winced as his back cracked. He had meant to call or message Tyler on Monday but got distracted by Gavin and Tilly. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Frankie quickly typed his response.

[Sorry, meant to message. Things went great. It was good to see them. Will call later. Something has come up with Gav and his bullshit. I’ll fill you in once I get more details.]

By the time Frankie had showered and dressed, Tyler had replied.

[Ok. Keep me in the loop. Just wanted to make sure you were good ♥️]

Forcing himself to eat, Frankie stared into his cereal bowl. Withdrawal was hitting him full force now, smacking him with the double whammy of nightmares and fatigue. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

He knew he wasn’t concentrating well. His thoughts felt slow, all of which was adding to the anxiety about Tilly’s offer. By the time he had finished his bowl, Frankie had a plan. He’d call Tilly on his lunch to arrange another meeting, but this time somewhere he chose. That way, he could get more details and make a better decision.

Gavin wasn’t in the shop all that morning, sending Frankie into panic mode as his anxiety and cocaine withdrawal-induced paranoia collided. Every time the door opened, Frankie’s head shot up to check if it was the young blond and each time, his hopes were dashed. Malcolm seemed furious, Carl had briefly asked Frankie where Gavin was, and Frankie wasn’t sure if the older man believed him when he said he had no idea.

Finally, just before lunch Gavin arrived, visibly high, and was promptly torn a new one by his uncle. Frankie could only watch as Gavin left the shop, head hung with obvious tears in his eyes after clearing out his locker. Frankie didn’t know why Gavin would do something so stupid, like getting fired, but he suspected it had something to do with Tilly.

Grabbing his things for lunch, Frankie headed over to his truck before taking several deep calming breaths. It was time to get this over with. Keying in the number on the paper, Frankie heard the ringing before the call was answered.

“Hello? Garth Tilly, who is this?” Tilly’s voice on the other end sent a shiver up Frankie’s spine.

“It’s Frankie Morales.” Frankie hoped his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

“Oh.” Tilly’s voice immediately became more cheerful. “Thanks for calling. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to get more details about the job offer you made me.” Frankie started to play nervously with the hem of his shirt. “The offer is good, but I’d like to know more about what would be expected of me.”

“Of course, of course.” Frankie could hear Tilly shifting something about. “Shall I send a car to pick you up? Or would it be more convenient for me to come to you this time?”

Frankie paused for a moment to consider his options before answering. “We can meet here at the shop where I work. There are some sheds out the back, so we can speak privately.”

“Perfect.” Tilly sounded pleased. Frankie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “You finished at 5, yes? I’ll be waiting for you when you're done.”

As the call ended, Frankie sat in silence. That felt too easy. Or was he overthinking it? Or was Tilly playing him? His thoughts shifted and contracted each other as he began to eat his lunch.

Sure enough, as 5 rolled around and the rest of the guys at the garage started to gather their things, Frankie found Tilly already waiting outside one of the storage sheds. He greeted Frankie with a wide grin, dressed casually in jeans and a worn-looking band t-shirt. A far cry from his usual image of the sharply dressed businessman.

“Hey there.” Tilly beamed, waiting patiently for Frankie to open the door before following him inside. “How's your day been?”

“Busy.” Frankie pulled two crates out to the center of the room, sitting on one of them. His whole body ached, and his stomach rolled uncomfortably. He just wanted to get this over with. “Did you have something to do with Gavin today?”

“Ah, young Mr. Ross.” Tilly took a seat on the crate next to Frankie’s. “I asked him to either quit or get fired from his job here. He’s going to be working for me for a while. Why, what did he do? Which did he choose?”

“Fired.” Frankie frowned. “Came in high.”

“Not what I would have done.” Tilly scowled, shaking his head. “He really is an idiot. Oh well, hopefully, he’ll be better behaved for me. Anyway, enough about Gavin. What did you want to talk to me about? Have you thought about the job?”

“Well,” Frankie swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. Looking down at his hands, Frankie tried to gather his thoughts. “First of all, let me say thank you for the offer. It’s very generous, but it’s slightly less than I make per month now at the shop and-”

“Per month?” Tilly gave a short soft laugh. “No. No, that would be weekly.”

“Weekly?” Frankie’s head shot up. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Tilly nodded, giving Frankie a small smile. “Look, I need a private mechanic. I wasn’t bullshitting about that. I have some fucking expensive and unique cars, and I need someone who knows what they are doing and is going to give a shit. But then the other side of the job, well… that requires discretion. And discretion costs money.”

Frankie nodded thoughtfully. Everything Tilly was saying made a certain sense. Tilly paused for a moment before continuing.

“Do you know why I had Gavin drug you?”

Frankie shook his head. “Figured you just liked me like that.”

“Not really.” Tilly frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not a big fan of drugs. The real reason is simple. I’m not out. I have a few people who know in my inner circle, but to the rest of the world, I’m just another straight businessman. In my world, there are people who would use being gay against me, so I keep it under wraps. When I knew I wanted to keep seeing you, I had to figure out a way to keep my secret. Gavin was easy to deal with. I can scare him.” Tilly laughed. “But you, you were a different matter. An ex-Delta Force operator. Wow. Drug addict or not, you are not a guy to be messed with, so I knew I couldn’t bully you into keeping quiet.”

Tilly stood up and sighed. Frankie just watched as it began to pace, running his hand through his hair.

“All of this is before I got to know you, you understand.” Tilly turned, offering Frankie an apologetic look. “I needed to keep my secret, and you were already taking whatever Gavin gave you, so it seemed like a good solution.”

“It’s fucked up.” Frankie growled.

“It is. It was. It was a really fucked up thing for me to do.” Tilly stopped pacing and nodded. Turning to face Frankie once more, his shoulders dropped as Tilly swallowed hard. “You don’t remember anything from our time together, and I know you only have my word, but we never did anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Yeah, right.” Frankie scoffed.

“Honestly.” Tilly placed his right hand over his heart. “Whenever you didn’t like something, you told me so, and we would stop. Some nights, we didn’t even fuck; we just chatted, or sometimes we just cuddled. You told me about your time in the Army, your squad, the things you saw when serving, and how that’s why you started using coke. To stop the memories.”

Frankie looked up at Tilly. The other man was stood off to the side of the room, arms folded across his chest, looking over at Frankie with what felt like genuine fondness.

“What else did I say?” Frankie asked cautiously. If he’d been out of it, he could have said anything. Fuck! What if Tilly knew about Tom?

“You never liked talking about it, so I never pushed.” Tilly shrugged. “But I know what you like and don’t like in bed. I know you like singing along to Fleetwood Mac, how much you like getting your hands dirty fixing things, and that your favorite movie is Return of the Jedi because of the Ewoks. I also know how much you miss your daughter and regret everything that happened with her mom.”

Tilly had his eyes locked with Frankie’s, but Frankie couldn’t help but duck his head down to hide his face with the brim of his baseball cap. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about his baby girl and how he must have laid naked with Tilly talking about her. When Frankie looked up, Tilly was crouched in front of him.

“Frankie,” Tilly said softly, “I know this isn’t how you planned everything to go, but I can offer you a good job and a chance to get back on your feet.”

“As your whore.”

“I wouldn’t use that word.” Tilly frowned. “I’d prefer to think of you as my companion. But technically speaking, yes, on top of your mechanic duties, you would also serve as a private escort. The pay reflects that. But to the outside world and on the books, you are my private mechanic. That’s what you can tell people because, well, it’s the truth.”

“If I agree to do this, there needs to be some rules.” Frankie sighed, wiping his eyes and staring up at Tilly. “Hard lines, got it?”

“I agree.” Tilly nodded, moving to sit next to Frankie. “Why don’t we take some time and put together some rules for each of us? Then next time we meet, we can go through them.”

“You make this sound like a business negotiation.” Frankie laughed mirthlessly.

“Well, in many ways, it is.” Tilly shrugged. “We each need to know what the other is bringing to the table, where the lines are, as you said, and then we can put together contracts. One to cover your employment with the cars and a private one for your other services. It would be informal and not legally binding but still important.”

“All right.” Frankie pushed off of his knees to stand up, feeling his joints creak as he did. “Tomorrow?”

“Just tell me when and where?” Tilly nodded, smiling once more.

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x original male character(s)#francisco morales x original male character(s)#triple frontier #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

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justaguywhowritesstuff · 1 year

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Hold on and stay safe ~Carl Grimes x OC~ pt 5

While grappling with the death of his brother in the Woodbury Vs Prison war. Gavin has to learn to live his new life with the people who killed his only living family member. Even once Gavin starts to feel like he was creating a home at the prison things go awry and he's forced to flee on foot while trying to keep a promise he made before it all went to hell. As Gavin wanders the woods and fields alone, he finds his way to a new safe haven, Alexandria. Where he is taken in and cared for, and while those around him try to tell him otherwise Gavin still holds on to hope that his group is still out there. That Carl is still out there.

I do not own any of the characters or plot points that are not my own creations, all credit for those goes to the owners and writers of The Walking Dead.

The story will also have Carl and all others around his age (ie. Enid and Ron) will be aged up slightly so that by the end all "kids" will be 18-19 years old.

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My eyes snap open hearing a loud boom and feeling the prison shake. I fall out of bed and scramble to my feet. "Damn it, the one day I take a nap," I mutter under my breath, grabbing my knife and slipping on my boots with ease from how worn they were. I run out to the main part of the cell block. I see everyone running outside to see what happened. I quickly follow the crowd of people out only to see...the governor? He stood atop a tank, in front of a group of cars and trucks, everyone in sight had a gun of some kind. My eyes search the crowd inside the prison fence for Carl and the others. I see them all together standing by the fence. I ran up next to the group, clutching my fist, trying to keep my hand from shaking. Carl looks over and places his hand over my fist, trying to help calm my nerves. I look over at him, feeling the panic well up in my chest. I look over to see Glenn and Maggie standing together and reach out taking Glenn's hand as well. He looks over at me and squeezes my hand tightly, looking back to the Governor. I follow his eye line, back to the governor's army, I watch in horror as someone drags Hershal out, forcing him to his knees. My heart drops to my stomach like a stone and I instinctively take hold of Carl's hand, watching as Michonne was dragged out as well. My breaths become uneven as we all stand in waiting, watching Rick walk out to the main field. The others in the group began to split off, Glenn letting go of my hand only leaving mine in Carls. The group disperses to man different stations for when things inevitably get ugly. I look over to Carl, his eyes glued on his father. I squeeze his hand once to let him know I'm here. Carl pried his eyes away from his dad for a moment to look at me. I try to give a comforting smile, though not so deep down that I know how this will end. Carl squeezes my hand twice tightly, the silence heavy between us. After a moment I finally speak. "Go stand guard I'll try and round up all the kids and older folks okay? It's gonna be alright." I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I turn to walk away but feel Carl grip my hand tighter. "Gavin..." I look back at him, once more trying to keep my voice from stuttering. "What...?" I ask, squeezing his hand once more. "Stay safe..." Carl said, squeezing my hand twice once more before grabbing a pistol from his back and handing it to me. I hesitated for a moment before carefully taking the gun and turning the safety off. "You too..." I say before pulling away, going to round up as many people as I could. As I run back into the cell block I feel a pit sinking deeper and deeper into my stomach. I tried my best to ignore it as I went around, telling all the kids to grab their things and make their way to the bus. I quickly run to my room grabbing a dirty backpack from underneath my bed. In it were a few supplies I had kept in case something happened. In it, I had a few tins of food, two or three matches, and some string. I know I should have given everything I had when we moved over to the prison but I had this even back in Woodbury, It was Josh's idea. As I stood up I quickly grabbed a few other things from my room, nonessential like the book I was reading, a few pens, a notebook Glenn had found for me, and a change of clothes. After that I grabbed the few sentimental I had left, my brother's necklace we had taken off his body when we found him, a broken crossbow bolt given to me by Daryl after I broke it shooting the wall instead of a target, and Patrick's glasses, which were now cracked and had one lens popped out. I wrapped the glasses in a pair of socks and ran out of my cell. A few of the adults were doing a sweep of the prison to find out where all the kids were. They told me not to tell any other kids and to go outside and wait by the bus and that they would handle everything. I nodded and quickly made my way out the back of the cell heading to the bus, clutching the strap of my backpack tightly.

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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Our Life Together: Not over you

Books: The Royal Romance - Royal Heir

Rating: M (Mature content and implied sexual activities)

Pairing: Liam & Jessica Garcia (MC)

Triggers: 🍋

Disclaimer

Our Life together timeline: This is still within Agent Phoenix A/U and its stories about Jessica & Liam’s relationship as live-in partners and married life. Character traits don’t always remain the same. Stories using this timeline are meant for challenges or requests. catch up here

Chapter Summary: Liam tries to mend his relationship with Jessica. *She with held some information from him and he kind of deported her.

Chapter Song inspiration: Not over you - Gavin Degraw

Word Count: 2,000*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Hugh Cary Tunnel - Stuck in midtown traffic

“What the fuck is this! Why is there so much fucken traffic!” Jessica spat in frustration.

Jessica cranked up the volume to 1010 wins “Traffic jams continue as an unexpected foreign dignitary is in to-”

“Fuck you 1010 wins always stating the fucken obvious. What asshole is here that’s ruining my night? I pre-ordered pizza with tons of greasy shit so I can have a mini heart attack. I also have a pint of ice cream with my name on it and the 2nd season of friends to watch it’s Friday and I don’t care about anyone. Let me be miserable and cry in my house alone! Will Ross and Rachel ever make it? No, because love is bullshit.”

Jessica looked at herself in the mirror and said, “I look like shit. I have raccoon eyes because I keep rubbing my fucken eyes. Because I’m crying all the fucken crying. My lipstick is all over my face because I keep biting my lip. When was the last time I combed my hair? It looks like a bird’s nest.”

Jessica grabbed her cherry coke and took a sip but the lid was loose and it spilled all over herself “Fuck whatever you know what I have tinned windows" Jessica pulled her shirt that was tucked into her skirt out and unclasped her bra “Let’s let the girls breath” Jessica kicked off her shoes and lifted her skirt and removed her pantyhose and said, “Yes, I’m a complete trainwreck! Who loves ya baby? No one! Shit, I got to shave my legs. And God knows, I look like a fucken yeti down there. I ain’t got no one to impress.”

90 mins later…

Jessica’s house

Jessica parked her car and hit a trash can “Fuck! I’m a horrible driver.” she picked up the trash can and fell on a pile of garbage “God, why do you hate me so much? I’m a good person! Okay, I promise to go to church you know what let’s start off by not saying Goddammit.” She grabbed her purse and began to walk a few feet barefoot to her house when she noticed her porch light on. “Goddammit, who’s selling shit now because I don’t want it. I’m not donating to charity fuck that. Last night Sarah Mclachlan got me for $200.00 bucks with that dog commercial.”

“Jess?“ Liam said softly

Jessica took her shoes and aimed at Liam. “Fuck you, Liam! I hate you.”

He ducked missing the shoes just in time.

“Hate is a strong word.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel! You’re the reason I was stuck in traffic. You're the reason I’m a heartbroken fucken up mess that cant function! No instead of making a sexy as come back to show you what you're messing I look like a fucken mess. So thank you for ruining my comeback! Jessica began waving her hands in the air as she continued her rant “But this is me I’m not your little cover girl anymore. Guess that shit happens when you work for 18 hours and your ass is sitting sweating balls in traffic sticky because the asshole at McDonald’s cant close a fucken cap on a soft drink. And someone you love takes your heart and stomps on it.”

“Can we talk?”

“Say what you got to and then get the fuck off my lawn. Too bad I’m not fucken royalty so I have someone to fucken escort you when you’re done. You could have done it yourself you fucker but you hid behind Mara! You treated me like I meant nothing to you. Guess what I stole your stupid sweater in case you’re looking for it call Interpol.”

Liam smiled “You have my sweater?”

“Yea so. It smelled like you and I’m not over you. In fact, I miss you. But your hands seem broken and you don’t know how to return calls or emails.”

“No, I hug your pillow. I miss you. And Jessica, you still look beautiful. I’ve been waiting for hours on your doorstep. Thinking of what to say regretting that night like crazy.” Liam walked over holding a massive bouquet of flowers and said, “These are for you.”

Jessica said, “Thank you. You can get your perfectly sculpted ass off my lawn and on a plane. Hope you have snacks asshole.”

Liam said, “I deserve that. But I came here because I needed to see you. I needed to tell you I’m so sorry, that I’m not over you and I could never be over you because I love you and I didn’t know what to say. I fucked up. Jess, I’m the worse let me make it up to you.”

“Liam, our fights get so ugly. I hate fighting with you but you fucken like broke up with me, fired me, and deported me in one fight. You totally hit below the belt. I still cry about what you said to me. God, that fucken hurt.”

“I know Love-”

“Don’t call me love and turn me into a pile of mush. With your I’m so sexy act…well not so much an act but you hurt me so fucken much.”

Liam got on his knees and held her by the waist and a man walking his dog stopped to watch.

“I’m sorry I talked to you that way. I’m sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry I’m an asshole. I’m just fucken sorry let me make it up to you.”

Jessica yelled out at the nosy neighbor “Can I fucken help you? We are having a private moment here! And you’re too close to my fucken lawn. Keep it moving.” The man walked away.

“Can I take you out? Please let me take you out. Let just be together and talk.” Liam pleaded.

“Like on a date.”

“Yes, lo-” Liam cleared his throat and said, “Yes, Jess on a date. A real one. I found a place nearby that overlooks the beach and I hear it’s lovely.”

“I don’t even have anything to wear. So is it a yoga pant place?”

Liam handed her a Bergdorf Goodman bag. “The salesgirl helped me. Got you something for tonight’s shoes and matching purse. But if you want to wear yoga pants go ahead.”

Jessica grabbed the bag smirked and said “ You are pulling out all the stops here.” Jessica smirked

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

Liam handed Jessica and another bag La Perla luxury lingerie Jessica took the bag “You aren’t seeing me naked. ” ‘God, I’m such a liar. Fight his magic dick…resist temptation. Wear grandma panties.’

“I will imagine you in it”

“Well, I had plans. I don’t know if I want to cancel them.” ‘Bullshit but he doesn't have to know’

“Please, cancel them. I’d love it if you spend the evening with me.”

“Fine let me see if they are willing to reschedule. It might be difficult.”

Jessica stepped away and picked up her cellphone and dialed

“Hello, this is Dominos.”

“Im sorry I’m canceling”

“Can I have your name”

“Well shit, you don’t have to get so upset.”

“Ms. I need you to name to cancel your order.”

“Since when does Jessica Garcia give explanations?”

“Okay we can cancel but you won’t get a refund.”

“Give me the credit. I let you know goddamit.”

“Yes, we will.”

“Thank you we will speak soon. Maybe next Friday for my usual.”

Jessica turned to Liam and said, “I have an opening in my schedule. Would you like to come inside?”

Liam walked in carrying a garment bag of his own and said, “Do you mind if I change.”

“Go ahead you know where the second bathroom is. Right? It’s down the hall.”

Guest bathroom

Liam drew himself a bath and laid out the toiletries he wanted to win Jessica back or at least get sparks flying. Their last fight was brutal and he hated himself for it. He hurt her and wanted to make it up to her. After talking to Drake he understood her position. A pep talk with Leo resulted in the following directive ’ Take a multivitamin have a green smoothie and be a man…fuck her stupid it works'

He hung his suit up and began to take a shower. Once he was done he quickly shaved and put on his suit leaving his tie around his collar knowing Jessica couldn’t resist fixing it.

In the bedroom

Jessica pulled out a navy and white knee-length dress body con dress “Wow.” she laid in the bed she looked at the strappy open-toe heels with matching purse and said, “Damn Liam you sure know how to pick an outfit.”

Jessica ran herself a bath and grabbed her Venus razor but she knew the job required more. She looked under the sink cabinet and grabbed her Brazilian waxing kit “Well. Here goes nothing.”

She walked out of the bathroom feeling like a brand new person, not a single stubble and as smooth as a can be when she opened up the lingerie bag she saw see-through panties with crystals all over as a design. “Nope. I will be strong! I will forget you have a magic dick and not sleep with you. But I’m wearing these. They feel so fucken soft. And they sparkle. Fucken Liam! You know I like shiny things.”

Jessica put on the magical underwear “Shit. They look good. Fine keep them on. Fight his kryptonite dick.”

Living room

Liam was pacing in the living room and when he saw her walk towards him ‘God, can we cancel. I spend the whole night with you in bed.’

Jessica said, “Liam, your tie.”

“Jess, could you please do it for me? I’ve missed it so much.”

“Let me think about it.” Jessica stared at his piercing blue eyes and was already melting into mush. ‘Don’t fuck him pendeja (stupid).’ “Come over.” she tiptoed and began to adjust his tie into an Eldredge knot her favorite tie knot and said, “Absolutely perfect.”

Liam looked at her and stepped in while holding her wrist he said, “The only thing I see here that’s absolutely perfect is you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I will always think that way until the end of time.”

’Be strong! He is trying to get into your panties and you can not be weak..but he has a magic dick…nope you are mad grrrr be mad’. “Thank you. I’m where are we going?”

“The place is called above the rooftop.”

“Oh, it gets really busy on Friday’s everyone wants a view on the New York skyline.”

“I wouldn't worry. I shut the restaurant down. It’s just us tonight. I even have a DJ so we can listen to music and dance if you want.”

Above the roof

The restaurant was empty except for the wait staff. They were led to a table on the roof overlooking the city. Liam spared no expense in making the night memorable. On their personalized menu for dinner along with endless bottles of Merlot was a pear and goat cheese salad, Beef Bourguignon in a red wine reduction paired with tender root vegetables.

After they finished dinner Liam invited Jessica for a dance and she took his hand and they danced under the stary night. He pressed her close to his body. There was no anger or hurt between the pair. They forgot the events that occurred several weeks before. It was Jessica and Liam at their core it was love adoration, passion, and when he kissed her slowly and gently they both remembered the second they fell in love and how much they complete each other.

“Mr. Rys you dessert is ready.” their waiter called out.

Liam pulled away from the kiss and whispered “Jess, did you save room for dessert?”

“Always. But that means the night is over I guess.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“I suppose I will let you take me home.”

“I will take whatever I can get.”

Jessica and Liam sat at the table feeding each other A Berry Mont Blanc cremé tart.

She moaned in delight at the soft velvety dessert and said: “This is delicious Liam.”

“You have cremé on your lip,” Liam informed her. Jessica took a napkin to wipe her lip. Liam held her wrist and kissed the bottom of her lip kissing the cremé off. “Jess, when you wear that lipstick I just want to kiss it off those luscious lips. I just can't stop myself.”

“Liam, where are you staying tonight?”

“After I drop you home I’m heading for the four seasons… you can join me if you like?”

‘Fuck the magic dick won. Guess I won’t wake the neighborhood with my moaning.’ Jessica yelled “Check! Check NOW!”

Four Seasons Penthouse

Liam kissed Jessica as his hands went to the small of her back and he began to work the zipper to her dress, pulling it all the way down, and as much as he hated taking a step back from her he did so he could help get the dress off of her body. It revealed a nude bra and panty set that seemed to sparkle in the candlelight “God, you are gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” he said.

She felt as his hands trailed along her bare skin, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. He smiled at her body’s reaction to him but didn’t do much past that. He slowly untied his tie, letting it drop to the floor with her dress, and then his jacket came off before he slowly unworked the buttons of his shirt, her eyes followed his fingers as they revealed the skin of his chest.

Soon enough his shirt was off, and she stepped forward to run her fingers along his chest. He chuckled as he worked his belt off and then his pants, leaving them both in their underwear. He pulled her body close to his own again and led them in another dance and this time she could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. She knew how much he wanted her, he had been so eager to get her in his bed.

He led her over to the bed and had her lay down, she blushed to know that was going to happen soon, knowing just how well he was going to fill her up. He unhooked her bra and slipped it over her shoulders before sending it to the rest of the clothes and then slid her panties off. He couldn’t help but take the chance to look at her body.

He touched her folds and was not surprised to find that she was already dripping wet for him, she was almost always ready for him and he smirked as he pulled his own underwear off. “Are you ready for me? Tell me how much you want me, Jessica.”

She blushed as she stared at his hard cock, and she swore she got even wetter at the sight even though she was sure that was not possible given how turned on she already was. “I want you, Liam, please I’ve wanted you all night, I tried to fight it.” Her words spurred him into action, and he took hold of his cock to help line it up at her entrance.

“I could never deny you anything,” he said as his cock slipped inside of her and filled her up. He leaned over her and pressed his lips to her own, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the sensation of being deep within her, he rocked his hips but didn’t pull out of her just yet, wanted her to get used to the feeling of this and wanted her to miss this when he pulled out. A hand trailed up her body and up to her breast and he began to play with it, he teased her nipple, making it hard, making her want more and he continued to do so, knowing exactly what it would do to her body, could feel what it was doing to her and he smirked at just how responsive her body was to him.

“That’s right Jessica,” he moaned against her lips as he began to move his hips, he pulled out of her so just the tip was inside of her before plunging back in. The movement caused her to groan in pleasure, her fingers dug into his back at the sensation of being quickly filled. He repeated the motion, the thrusts slow as he began to work her up. Soon her breathing was heavy, and she groaned with every thrust.

“Jessica? Tell me what you need.” He said kissing down her jaw and up her neck to her ear, she could hear him breathe heavily into it and it just made her want him more. “Come for me my love, come around me.” looking forward to the feeling of her finishing around his cock, but he had no plans to be done with her just yet. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could possibly take.

She rocked her hip in response to his words and soon enough she was coming on his cock, he rode her through her orgasm, making sure to prolong it for her, and she could feel her juices coming out around his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good”.

He let her body relax for a few moments before he began to thrust again, it was obvious that she hadn’t expected that as her fingers dug into his shoulders and he smiled down at her. “I think that I can get you to come again for me, don’t you? Don’t you want to come again for me?” His question made her blush and all she could do was nod in response, she wanted to come again, she wanted to continue to have him filling her up and that seemed to be exactly what he wanted as well. “Fuck, Jess I love your pussy. I love making love to you,” he said pressing his lips to hers again to let her know how much he loved her. His fingers moved from working at her breast and down her stomach to between her thighs, the hard-little bundle of nerves was not ready to be touched and she squirmed as he pressed his thumb to it.

“Mmmm Liam. I love making love to you.” Jessica moaned as he did everything that she liked to her, she was reminded just how well he knew her and how his body knew exactly how to please her. He worked her over as his cock thrust inside of her and she decided to help him along too, her cunt squeezed tightly around his cock which caused him to thrust his hips faster along with a groan leaving his lips. It was obvious that she knew exactly what turned him on as well. “I love you, Jessica.” Liam panted as he continued. Jessica cupped his face “I love you too. Baby I love you so much.” as she moaned with each thrust.

The way he was moved inside of her now was relentless, he quickly was able to angle his hips to hit her g-spot which caused her to let out a soft scream, and he smirked in response. Every few thrusts he would hit it, making sure it would be a surprise for her, making sure that she wasn’t expecting it. “Tell me you love me.” “Love you L-Liam.” She breathed out. “Tell me you are all mine.” “I- I- I’m yours, Liam.”

She was whimpering and holding on tight to him, obviously trying to hold herself together as he finally began to approach his own orgasm. “Come with me, come on my cock, love, let me know how good this feels for you,” he nipped her bottom lip as his thumb worked her clit over and she allowed herself to lose herself to the pleasure of what he was doing. She came ferociously, a loud scream leaving her lips, not worried at all that other people might be able to hear her and wonder what was happening behind the closed doors of their room.

She could feel his cock twitch as he came inside of her, filling her up deep inside. Her body relaxed then, her limbs unwrapping from his body and settling back onto the bed. He smiled at her before giving her a small kiss and pulling out of her.

The night had been exhausting and when she yawned, he let out a small chuckle and gathered her in his arms. “That was not a part of my plan. You turn me into mush each time.” Jessica said as she buried herself into his chest. Liam gave a sigh “OK. I get it I’m such a fucken asshole and I deserve every bit of that temper of yours but thank you for putting it aside and having this moment with me. I totally don’t deserve it. BUT it was absolutely amazing. I love you Jess remember that always. So be mad at me in the morning…fucken be furious with me. Punch me if it helps but tonight Jessica just be all mine. Jessica, only you know the man that I am beyond the surface. Jess, you see me for who. I can be myself when I’m with you. You are my air without you I just can’t breathe. You make me feel whole. I can’t sum up just how much you mean to me. I will never ever stop telling you that I belong to you.”

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rowandrake · 6 months

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nov 15, 7:48 pm.

And my chest feels like an anchor has been attached to it. Pulling it down with such force. My stomach is in knots, like those of the old-growth oaks that stand just off Ellis Hollow Rd. I lightly shake. I’m hyper-aware of the shadows on the wall to my right, the blurry red taillights of a car that passes by, the sound of a woman walking her dog. It’s all around me, but I am not of that world in this moment. I am far away. Very alone. Very lost. I wish someone were home. A scream sits in my throat. It’s tried to crawl its way out a few times now. No success. It stays in a lump in the back, covered in dark, feeling rejected. I sit so still, ready to erupt. Ready to hit something. Ready to scratch, to tear, to burn. A passerby would think me stoic. If only they could see the fire beneath this skin. It wants to hurt. To destroy. It wants to be loved. To be held. I just want to be held. But in the way only one who loves you can hold you. Not in that silly way the new girl does. Ella knew how afraid of myself I was. She wasn’t scared of me. She took the weight off my hands. Off my shoulders. Even for just a few moments. That’s love. She has burdens of her own to carry, but yet when I needed it, she held mine as well. But now I sit far, far away from her. From Charlotte. From a college dorm I know little about. From a place I resent. A place I dream about. My worth seems to drain from me like blood on donation day. All my talent. All my love. All my care. It disappears in the light of her. In the image of her. I’m not sure why yet. Guilt maybe. God, I miss her touch. Now the words are slowing. I’m supposed to go see the new girl. How ironic the double life I lead. The people I play with. Who do I think I am? Is this all a joke to me? These are real people. I feel like a narcissist. A sad narcissist. Nonetheless, this felt good. I’m glad I could write it all down. Soon it will feel distant like everything does eventually. Maybe a song will come from it. Maybe I’ll dissect it and relive it over and over again. Who knows what melodies and chords lie in these words. Who knows who may heal from them. It’s a gift, I think. It’s a purpose. It’s a reason to be here. My worth has returned. I’ll leave Ella to the dorms. To the Gavins. I’ll take the rain. The skyline. The songs. The fucking music. I’ll take the dreams. I won’t lose sight of them so easy now. I won’t forget.

#overthinking #poetry #overflow

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 7 months

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 19b

*Warning Adult Content*

Run Boy Run - Part 2

Everett orders an Uber and then sends a text to his group chat requesting Alissa and Michael to sneak out of their houses and away from their bodyguards, er, biker guards? to meet him at a motel just outside of town.

In his current state of mind, he'd rather chance it with his enemies than stay another minute at the clubhouse and risk running into Finn.

Acting on his emotions while ignoring the consequences of his actions is undoubtedly foolish but Everett really doesn't give a damn and neither do his friends because they agree to meet up with him.

The majority of the house is out doing God knows what with Gavin, so Everett successfully makes his way outside without getting caught, adrenaline thrumming loudly in his veins.

He's pushing the limit with every second that passes and he knows it.

Everett is just in time to see someone leaving on their motorcycle.

He looks around twice to make sure the coast is clear, then he books it toward freedom, running like his life depends on it.

He slips through the gates at the very last second, not looking back after hearing them slam shut behind him.

The Uber arrives at a gas station down the street about fifteen minutes later and not once during the long drive to the motel does Everett receive an angry text or phone call from Knox.

Has no one ratted him out yet?

Should he take this as a sign that maybe he isn't making a colossal mistake right now?

Or should he view Knox's silence as a red flag?

Everett can hardly think straight.

He doesn't even know where the hell Knox has been for the last two days let alone how the man might be feeling and why.

Then again, Finn had said more than enough on Knox's behalf.

"Are you on the run from the law or what?" Andrew, the driver, chuckles nervously when they pull into the parking lot of a rundown motel.

"You kept looking over your shoulder like you were expecting someone to be following us. If that's the case, then I really don't want any trouble..."

"There won't be any. Thanks for the ride."

Everett pays the man and exits the car in a hurry.

He books a room at the motel but keeps his bag on him.

A few minutes later, Michael's car pulls into the lot and parks.

Everett greets his friends with a massive hug, the three of them screaming for several minutes about how much they missed each other before finally getting in Michael's car and driving off again.

"Sorry to drag you guys all the way out here," Everett says.

"I didn't want to risk meeting up at one of our houses because I know Knox's men are out lurking."

"It's cool. We're just glad to have you back," Michael says.

"I'm surprised your dude hasn't already popped out to snatch you away. How long do you think it'll take for him to notice that you're gone?" Alissa asks from the front seat.

"Don't know, don't care."

Everett turns his phone off before shoving it to the bottom of his bag.

He tries to relax in the backseat but comfort never comes.

"Is there someplace we can go to chill for a couple of hours? I don't want to think about bikers or gang wars. I just want to hang out with my two best friends and pretend that our summer hasn't completely gone to shit."

"You sound exhausted, babe. Have those assholes been giving you a hard time?" Alissa spins around in her seat to make eye contact with Everett.

He glances at her briefly, then shrugs his shoulders.

"What is that supposed to mean? Do I need to come over there and shank a bitch? I might not know how to fight, but I do know how to stab."

Everett laughs.

"I almost fucked a guy's face up with a pan of hot grease because he pissed me off. So, no, you don't need to stab anyone. I can handle myself, for the most part."

"And what about the other parts?" Alissa asks softly.

"Like the ones hidden deep inside?"

"What do you want me to say?" Everett sighs.

"It's not like I can walk out and get some therapy to fix me overnight. If I tell anyone what I know, what I've seen, it will destroy so many lives."

"At this point, it's you or them," Michael mutters.

"I agree with that statement," Alissa says.

"I appreciate all their help but I'd never take it at the expense of me watching you sit back and deteriorate, Everett. It isn't worth it. We should go to the cops."

"I can't," Everett says. "I just... can't."

"Why not? What's stopping you?" Alissa asks.

"A lot of things but I also kind of bonded with someone from the club, the President's wife and she's been one of the few people that have helped to keep my head on straight. If I take this shit to the cops, then her baby will grow up without a father. I can't be the reason why that happens."

"You're literally too damn nice," Alissa mutters. "It's going to come back to bite you one day."

"Maybe so," Everett replies, staring out of the window.

"The Fallen Angels do bad shit but they aren't all bad people. Same thing applies to Knox..."

The words play over in his head, again and again, until he starts to believe them.

"I'm in too deep, anyway. After they get rid of The Jackals, only then will my life go back to normal. But enough about me. Where the hell are we going? I'm starving and didn't get to eat breakfast because I threw it in someone's face."

"We can go to the mall if you guys want? My girl's birthday is next weekend and she won't shut up about this perfume she saw trending on Tik Tok," Alissa says. "I have to find it for her, then we can stop to grab a bite to eat in the food court."

"Sounds like a plan," Michael says. "A little retail therapy could do me good."

Everett smiles but his credit card would beg to differ.

Exactly one hour into his impromptu shopping spree, reality smacks him in the form of a long receipt totaling $341.90.

He isn't sure whether to laugh or cry while waddling toward an empty table in the middle of the food court with several large bags, some of them designer, in each hand.

"My jobless ass has officially overdone it."

Everett takes a seat with a heavy sigh after organizing his bags on the floor.

"This is why I don't go shopping when I'm moody. Expensive things happen."

"I told you we shouldn't have gone into that damn store," Alissa laughs.

"And I told you to put half of this shit back because you didn't need it," Michael huffs, struggling to rid himself of the six bags he'd been forced to carry.

"But of course, you never listen to my great advice."

"Promise I'll start next year," Everett teases.

After ordering their food, the trio quickly gets wrapped up in a lighthearted conversation that makes Everett forget all his troubles.

It isn't until Alissa points out Everett's not-so-secret admirer that he slowly starts to come back down to earth and realize that the darkness he's been desperate to get away from will always catch up to him.

"Homeboy has been staring at you hella hard for like five minutes," Alissa announces with a cheeky grin.

"You should go talk to him. He might be a good distraction for you."

"Uh... Have you forgotten about the situation he's in? He definitely should not attempt to hook up with any randos right now," Michael says.

"You'd better take my advice this time," he tells Everett.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid. I've done enough of it today."

Everett follows Alissa's gaze and turns around in his seat to get a better look at the guy whose attention he's captured.

"Oh, no. Not my type at all."

He turns back around to finish his food, ignoring the chill that creeps up his spine.

"He looks exactly like the assholes that used to give me shit in high school for being gay. No fucking thanks."

"Shit... He's walking this way," Alissa whispers. "Everyone act natural."

"You're literally the only one not acting natural," Michael says.

Everett discreetly looks over his shoulder to see the man walking in his direction, almost as if he's making his way to the table.

The man is dressed in a black and white flannel shirt that's unbuttoned to show a crisp white t-shirt underneath.

His black jeans are tight and showcase his long, muscular legs.

As he comes even closer, Everett can see the little bit of scruff on his face and a cross tattoo on the side of his neck.

A pair of black sunglasses rest on top of his cherry red hair, completing the old-school look that he badly needs to give back to the past.

For a split second, Everett thinks the man is going to stop and ask for his number.

The nervous breath he didn't know he was holding gets released when the man raises his cell phone to his ear and talks into it, his dark eyes pulling away from Everett's table as he continues on his way toward the exit carrying a greasy Burger King bag in his free hand.

"Maybe he wasn't interested after all," Michael says.

"That was awkward," Everett chuckles. "I'm glad he didn't stop, though."

"I totally thought he was based on how hard he was looking over here," Alissa says, then changes the subject.

"Are we going back to the motel after this? I didn't bring anything with me but if you want us to stay the night with you, then we totally will."

"Ride or die," Michael adds, referring to their friendship.

"And I'm calling the right side of the bed. You two can fight over the middle and the left."

Everett smiles softly, tearing up a little.

"I'll take the left."

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