#markus x male reader

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Wolfboy!markus and dogboy!connor with male reader pretty pls? (Like a poly situation)

(I’m the exactly the best at writing poly but I’m trying to get better at it)

SwitchWolfboy!Markus and SubDogboy!Connor <3

Both pretty as hell n’ both of them are your good boys <3 Markus definitely starts the most trouble tho :( he always tries convincing Connor that he’ll be quick, they have enough time to get cleaned up before you get back home. Of course that isn’t the case at all or else they wouldn’t be in this situation.

Markus has a ring snug around his leaking dick as he’s ordered to continue fucking Connor like before. Fuzzy ears turned downward and tail softy swaying behind him, as he starts up again at a much slower pace than before.

Connor seems more pleased about this than Markus. Happily getting fucked from behind as you degrade Markus for being such a bad boy and trying to lie his way out of punishment. He honestly looks like he’s about to cry, although it’s hard to tell if it’s from the degradation or from not being allowed to cum <3

At the end of the day both of them are your good boys <3

[twoheartswrites]

Can you write a Hank, Connor, Markus, and Luther (separately) x reader fic where the reader likes to dress feminine and likes to paint his nails and stuff like that and the reader wants to paint Hanks, Connors, Markus’s etc nails or like do their makeup? Please and thank you 💗

Feminine Reader w/ DBH guys HCs

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

[FTM Friendly] Male Reader x DBH Guys

Fluff/Hcs

Detroit Become Human

Hank:

When he first met you, he felt happy that you felt so confident in how you express yourself.

It's what pulled himself to you in the first place

He loves also having pictures of you too because of it

He finds it contrast dynamics really attractive. He's a gruff "Hawaiian shirt" kinda guy who's dating a sweet "Cardigan with Fancy Pants" guy

Makes his heart melt

Especially if there's a height difference (Either way if you're taller or shorter, he loves height difference)

I feel like it'd take him a lot of convincing for him to wear makeup, especially if you try to get him to wear it outside of the house

but nail painting is on the table.

Colors like pink, or blue, or black if it goes well with his shirt

He's also very supportive of multicolor

Like having a dark blue on his index fingers while all the other nails are black

Now if you wanna do makeup, it'll take a while. But once you've finally convinced him (and maybe even promised that it'll only be an at home thing) he'll finally give in

He's a little flinchy, and pretends to hate it, and though for him the makeup feels "Heavy"

he still enjoys the end result, especially if you like it too

Connor:

It didn't phase him at all when he first met you

in fact, he never really paid attention to the fact until he introduced you to Hank

After you had left and it was just him and Hank, Hank started to explain to him the comparison's of how guys tend to wear more masculine things rather than feminine

Connor starts learning about fashion after that from magazines

I mean, if Connor were offered a dress or a tux, he wouldn't care for either, really. "It depends on the occasion" he says.

But now when he's with you, he's singing more praises towards you

He's more away of how others and you dress

"You're wearing pretty make up today" "Your shirt and nail match! :)" "So you're telling me you purposely match your shoes with your tops?"

If you ever try to paint his nails or do his makeup, he'll absolutely, with no hesitation, accept.

he could watch you paint his nails all day

He could chat your ears off while you do his makeup too

He loves the idea of makeup and painting his nails

Markus:

You're one of Carl's friends, one of the few that still care for him as a person, so Carl doesn't have one problem with you and introduces you to Markus

Markus's first thoughts of you was "Wow, he's really sweet and looks cute..."

You eventually start dating, and that means adding new clothes to impress your android boyfriend

You stop by the house every week to visit and take care of Carl

and to visit your boyfriend

Carl teaches you to paint, and you show him your makeup skills

One day, Markus will be doing dishes while you and Carl talk and Carl says something like

"You should do Markus's makeup"

He probably only said that cus Markus may have said some things about wanting you to paint his nails and stuff, but he thought Carl was already asleep by them

You happily bring it up later in private after Carl's asleep

And Markus is secretly very excited about it too

Do his makeup, paint his nails, he loves it all <3

Luther

Luther loves praising others, and loves to call you handsome and pretty all the time

He offers his face and hands to you the very moment you meet

"Oh you have very cool hands, do you mind painting my nails someday?"

"I like your makeup, maybe you could teach me?"

He's a very Quality Time romantic

So when you spend time focusing on making him almost as handsome as you, he can't help that he likes you this much.

He loves your clothing choice as well, and he seems like the type to also know some fashion tips, so he'll give you advice once in a while

As long as you want it

and if you're willing to give him advice too

[dantegreaves00]

Hey so I'm still taking requests just either through comments on posts or DMs as I've been getting a lot of spam in my ask box so it's closed for now

[detroitdroid2038]

D:BH Characters React: Android!Reader Who’s Insecure About Their Body

(Written with plus-size in mind but you can imagine it’s any kind of unique characteristic)

Imagine your favorite android character saying…

“Don’t say such things… Your body is unique and specially designed. You aren’t any less of a person because you were designed differently than the rest of us. Someone designed you this way because they thought your features were beautiful! I want to help see your body the way I do. I want to help you love yourself.”

[lidiasloca]

azriel knows when you need help

azriel x reader

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“Enjoying yourself?”

You turn to the raspy voice that’s broken your dancing rhythm. Usually, you would cut them off just as they had your moment, but the male you find when you turn seems rather familiar.

“Markus!” You move to hug your Illyrian friend. It has been years since you last saw him, and he is… changed—far more handsome than the young boy you had met in the Illyrian camps.

“Hello, you,” he smiles, hugging you back. “You are…” he says, taking a step back to look you up and down. “Wow.”

You laugh, conscious of the blush creeping up your cheeks. “How long has it been?” you ask, eager to change the flustering topic.

“Too long,” he responds. “I’m so glad to see you again. I thought I would never get to see my childhood crush again.”

“Oh. Shut up!” you mumble nervously. Yes, you had known about it—it was a rather famous rumor around your group. But it all had been a long time ago. You were another girl, and he was a very different boy from the male you have in front of you. “Well—and what have you been up to these years?”

“Oh. No. Let’s skip those formalities,” he says, as he places a warm hand on your arm.

You don’t really know how to take it, so you try matching his smile with a forced one. “What do you mean? I want to know…” You start growing uncomfortable when he starts stroking your arm up and down and his stare grows sharper, more flirtatious.

“Let’s go somewhere else, y/n.”

Before you can deny him, a furious tug deep inside you calls you. It feels like a punch, or a warning, like a call for help. You take it as a sign to escape this embarrassing situation.

No matter how handsome, you had never liked him back, and definitely, you didn’t now. It was another male you had only had eyes for—Markus knew that, yet he always tried to ignore it.

“I’m really enjoying the party,” you try as an excuse. “Maybe another time we can go for lunch with the group…”

“Oh, y/n, don’t be like this.” He urges you to get closer, forcing your arm towards him. “It’s been so long, you—we’ve changed so much. I’ve changed so much.”

“I—Markus, let go, please,” you say softly, trying to calm him.

“Sorry,” he mutters, his strength faltering, but still not letting go of you. “Y/n,” he tries again. “You cannot be serious. Deny me again? After all these years?”

“You know why, Markus,” you explain gently.

“No.” The male suddenly barks. “Ten fucking years and you’re still after Azriel. For fuck’s sake, get a grip, y/n. He doesn't want you.”

Another tug in your heart, harder and more alarming. But you give no attention to it as your eyes start swelling with tears at his words.

“Let go,” you say again, this time loud and clear, with contained fury. “Let go, I won’t ask you again, Markus.”

“Unbelievable,” he laughs. “You are just as stupid as you were back then.”

Another tug. More intense, as if getting closer.

“Shut up, Markus! And let go! Now!”

“Is everything okay?” a boy at the bar comes to ask, his eyes on Markus' forcing grip.

“Yes. Everything is okay. Leave us alone,” Markus barks, making him storm away without a word.

“Markus. Calm down, you are not in your right mind,” you try saying calmly. “Let go, please.”

“Don’t try that with me. I’m not sixteen anymore, y/n.”

“Let go of her,” a voice behind Markus orders—a voice you could recognize anywhere.

“I told you to leave us,” Markus replies, not even caring to turn to him.

The male walks in front of Markus and orders again: “Let go, now.”

“Azriel,” he says in fear, instantly letting go of you. “I—”

“Get out.”

It takes Markus less than a second to turn and run to the door. The exact time it takes for Azriel to quickly turn to you and assess you. “Are you alright, y/n?”

You can only nod, feeling his hands softly tracing the marks Markus had left from his harsh grip.

“Can I get you to Majda? Just to check you. Please,” he asks, and it sounds like a plead. You have to look somewhere else at the intensity of his worried stare on you.

“Y/n. Please. Say something.”

“Alright.”

He smiles softly as if thanking you. “Let me fly you there,” he tells you, offering his hand to accompany you outside the bar.

But you don’t take it. You just stare at him as a question rumbles soundly inside your head.

“What is it?” he asks.

“You—you were on a mission away from the court,” you explain, not really helping clear out his confusion. “Why are you here?”

He stays silent for a second, and you see the doubt in his eyes. “I came to help you,” he replies at last.

“But how did you know I was here? How did you know I needed help?”

“I just knew. I felt it.”

Before you can ask how, there it is again—that feeling.

A tug on your soul.

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

a/n: lovelies, i would love to talk about anything acotar (or other books) 💓 i would really love it if you sent something to my inbox—it makes tumblr so much more entertaining! 🎀

[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

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“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

[zaceouiswriting]

Overprotective Brothers

Characters: Brett Talbot (mentioned) x male reader, male reader and his brothers

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Nothing but fluff

The house was quiet, except for the usual noises of the people living there. One was in the designated gym at the back of the house, one was lounging in the living room eating a protein bar, the third was in the kitchen secretly trying to eat most of the previous day's leftovers, the fourth was in a bathroom, showering and the fifth was in his room trying to concentrate on his school work.

But all harmony was shattered when the front door was thrown open, flying into the wall and shaking the entire house. The first person to look into the hallway leading to the front door were the one in the kitchen and the one lounging in the living room, both craning their heads to see what happened.

Their alarm bells went off when they saw their little brother come in. The shower went off, and another young man rushed toward the front wearing nothing but a towel, ready to fight. The fourth young man ran shortly behind him, drenched in sweat. Only the fifth one hasn't moved. He was still trying to finish his work.

All four watched as their little brother stomped upstairs, where they heard him slam his bedroom door. This also caused the fifth to finally walk downstairs to face his four brothers, confusion engraved on his sharp facial features.

“He didn’t close the door,” Roland, who was relaxing in the living room, was the first to speak.

All four others looked at the door and nodded that he was right. And that it was extraordinary as the youngest has been very strict with safety since a break in two years prior.

“He looked upset,” Markus, still chewing on his stolen food, told the others, concern written on his face.

Another silence fell over them as all five looked at each other. All nodded again, having seen it too.

“I saw tears in his eyes,” said Leon, the one in the towel, as he ran a hand through his medium-length, wet hair.

This was the first time not everyone nodded, as most hadn't seen them because they were focused on other things.

“He had his fists clenched, and there was a bit of blood on his collar,” said Chris, the fourth, still drenched in sweat.

Another time, no one said anything, growing more worried by the second as they all knew how gentle and kind their little brother had always been. No one could truly believe that he would do something that could harm another person.

When Jakob felt their expectant gaze, he could hardly meet their eyes.

"He didn't greet me," he said in a fearful tone. "Did I do something wrong?"

The other four looked at him in shock, wondering if that was the only thing he cared about. They knew he was a bit of an idiot, but this?

“And he brought mud into the house.”

Confused, all the other four looked at the ground but couldn't see anything, but when the fifth pointed to the stairs their little brother had stomped up, they saw the steps were covered in fresh mud.

“At least you have more on your head than expected,” Roland and Leon said simultaneously, already used to Jakob’s idiocy. But contrary to expectations, Jacob was not angry. The opposite was clearly visible on his face: he was thrilled.

“Do you guys mean it?” he asked with sparkling eyes. He believed his hopes that the hours of staring at his books had finally helped as he always felt inferior, especially to their youngest brother.

All four others looked at each other just before they shook their heads. They walked past him, patting him on the chest, shoulders, and back with deep empathy. Jacob couldn't understand why they did this, but he still believed they were proud of him for becoming smarter. He bathed in the love of his brothers.

He bathed in it for so long that his brothers were already upstairs and stood in front of their youngest brother's door, knocking on it relentlessly.

When Jacob realized this, he quickly jumped up the stairs, threw himself in front of the door, and looked at his brothers disapprovingly.

“That’s enough!" His voice boomed through the narrow hallways of their home. "He's already emotionally exhausted. Pressuring him to tell you what happened will only make things worse!”

All the other four looked at Jacob like he was growing a second head, confused as to why he was reacting so violently.

Just a moment later, as the emotions within all five of them grew more and more intense, the door they were all standing in front of suddenly opened. Two arms reached out from it and wrapped themselves around Jacob's trained body. Tears soaked his shirt as his little brother cried sorrowfully into him. Jakob turned around carefully without breaking contact with his little brother. All of the other four stared at him with increasing confusion.

“Come on, let’s get in and sit down, okay? You must be tired."

No one thought their little brother would say anything, but to their shock, he agreed in a weak voice. Immediately afterward, Jacob lifted him into the air and carried him to the bed. Almost as if he had done so hundreds of times.

They lingered in the hallway, unsure if they should follow, but ultimately decided to enter their youngest brother's bedroom. They were shocked by their fifth brother's sudden change; he had never been so considerate.

They all found themselves sitting around Jakob and their little brother sitting on his lap, crying his eyes out, sputtering words nobody except for Jakob could understand.

“Brett did this to you? I swear-" The younger man desperately tried to calm Jacob down. And it worked quickly. "Yeah, okay. I promise we won't do anything that could get us into big trouble." Suddenly, the younger brother slapped him on the arm. "Okay," Jakob said, laughing, "We're not doing anything!"

The four other brothers could do nothing but look at the pair in confusion. Jacob felt their eyes on him, so he finally turned to his other brothers. In an almost dismissive tone, he asked, “What?”

“What did Brett do?” all four asked simultaneously.

“Oh, he fought with Liam again. And our little one here tried to get some distance between the two, but Brett attacked him. He didn't fight back because he was his boyfriend. But Brett didn't apologize. And on the way home, he was attacked by some hunters. The blood is theirs.”

The four others looked at each other and were even more confused, but Markus asked anyway: "And you got this from incomprehensible words?"

“You didn't?” Jacob knew then he could do something the others didn’t, and he loved it. “We have a special bond since our little one helps me with everything, and I train him. We are together almost all day.”

Jealousy was clearly visible on everyone else's faces, and before Jacob knew it, they were all jumping on him and their little one. He could barely protect their little brother with his arms and hardly put any distance between him and their four other brothers.

“Are all quintuplets as annoying as you?” asked the youngest of the six siblings, annoyed, barely able to speak through his tears.

“We just love you!” the five said to him in unison.

They cuddle and tickle their youngest, and soon, laughter fills his once-depressing bedroom. Despite losing their parents a long time ago, their family has never fallen apart, and it's all because of their youngest, as the five knew they had to protect him and because he is the last Alpha of their family.

When evening came, and the youngest was sound asleep, the quintuplets, all dressed in camouflage clothing, stood at the front door. They were ready to hunt down their little one's ex-boyfriend for hurting him.

As Markus reached for the front door handle, a sharp voice cut through the air, causing him to freeze like his identical brothers.

"And where do you think you're going?" asked the youngest from the bottom of the stairs.

An eerie silence fell over the five's previously gloomy but happy mood. Everyone looked back and saw their little brothers' red Alpha eyes. Quickly, they looked at each other fearfully. They knew they couldn't get out of this without getting a good scolding from him. Markus opened the door wide and fled so fast he knew their little one couldn't get after him, and most of his identical brothers did the same, except for Jacob. He wasn't quick enough to run out, as he had been staring at their little brother for too long to catch him before he could reach the door. The youngest brother slammed the door and locked it, his eyes looking deep into his older brother's blue glowing Beta ones. Jacob swallowed loudly and fell to his knees, ready to tell his brother anything he wanted to hear.

[Masterlist]

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Not requested!!

Karl Heisenberg x abused!male reader

Summary: Reader has stumbled across the factory while running away from his abusive ex husband who is seeking revenge for their divorce. He quickly finds a way into the factory and finds a place to hide, awaiting his ex husband's departure from the premises, where Reader meets Heisenberg for the first time.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, memories, abusive husband, trauma, mentions of attack, blood, scars, mentions of open wounds, mentions of attempted murder, semi soft Heisenberg

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Cold, harsh air whipped Y/N's face and wounds as he ran through the snow that wad laid so softly on the ground. Snow was falling all around, and Y/N wasn't really prepared for the weather today. He expected to stay in his home, near the fire with a good book, maybe some hot cocoa or coffee or tea. So for the past 5 minutes, he's been running in a tank top, red flannel pajamas bottoms, Santa socks, slippers, and a long red robe. Not the most ideal running attire, especially in the cold and snowy weather.

Y/N's cheeks were extremely red and cold, but he was to fear struck to even notice the cold nipping at his exposed face and hands. All he was focused on was trying to find a place to hide away until his ex husband, Markus, had given up on his pursuit. His eyes scanned the open lands, nothing but snow and the occasional rustling of bushes or trees. Along with snow crunching under Y/N's slippers.

A little background on Y/N's relationship with his ex husband, and why this is all happening.

Y/N had been married to his ex husband Markus for 10 years, withstanding abuse of different varieties. Being physically hit with fists, knees, feet, beer cans and bottles, glass or ceramic vases, basically anything that was in reach that would do some sort of damage to him.

Once Y/N's parents had heard about this, they had called the cops and Markus was brought to jail. During his time in jail, he was served with a divorce notice and was taken to court. Ultimately loosing everything that he owned during his marriage, being his home, his cars, ect. Markus had plotted throughout his entire jail sentence to destroy everything that was now in Y/N's possession, or to ultimately kill Y/N altogether. On multiple occasions, Markus had tried to kill Y/N in subtle ways that wouldn't point to him. Cutting the brakes on Y/N's car, messing with Y/N's engine, ect. Soon Markus got tired of his attempts failing and decided right out he was going to murder Y/N himself.

Which is what got Y/N into running for his life. Now back to the story!

Y/N's head spun in all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. He grew more dizzy by the second; the cold and his open wounds finally getting to him. He then came across a building, factory looking. And he decided then that he would hide there. Y/N checked his surroundings, and hearing the steps of Markus become closer with every passing second. He immediately started to run towards the factory. The first entrance Y/N tried was sealed shut by something on the inside, so he ran around the building to see if there was another way in. Low and behold, there was another door that was wide open, which was a little worrisome. But that was his only option of safety so far, so he went into the building.

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Several minutes had passed since Y/N had entered the factory and found a hiding spot amongst a bunch of machinery and metal scraps. It was silent inside other than machines moving, and the sound of Y/N's soft breathing. He could feel blood slowly rolling down his face, and his leg. But he tried not to move to wipe it or cover the wounds. He wasn't sure if there would be any noise if he moved. The wind whistled outside, and soon there was the sound of shouting. Markus has found the factory. There was the heavy crunching of snow before there was a pounding on the locked door Y/N had tried to enter through earlier. Then there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the wood inside.

"Who's inside of this place?! Are they going to kill me when they find me...?"

They subsided just as quickly as they came. It seemed the person who was inside was standing relatively close to Y/N's hiding spot.

"Y/N you open this goddamn door right now before I fucking bust it down!!" Markus shouted, pounding on the door with a good amount of force. Metal could be heard moving, and the door slamming against the walls inside was very evident. Markus was clearly about to start shouting, but instead took a step back in the snow. "Who- Who the hell are you?!"

"I assume that I could ask you the same thing," A voice unbeknownst to Y/N spoke, semi-deep, a hint of an accent in some words, it wasn't an accent that he could make out from his hiding spot amongst the metal scraps. Y/N listened further, "But... Since you so kindly knocked on my door, I'll give you three seconds to leave before things get ugly."

Markus was about to protest, but hearing the unsheathing of something metal, the sound of running across the snow could be heard getting fainter by the second. The door closed and was locked once again with metal, and heavy footsteps rang across the wooden panels of the floor once more.

Y/N stayed silent, shaking softly from the fear of being found by the person who was currently walking around in the exact room he was in. He took a shaky breath in, and right at that moment the metal he was hiding behind was moved at a rapid pace.

His hands lift in front of his face, and he scoots closer to the wall behind him. He can almost feel the cold through the wall. Footsteps grow closer, slowly, slowly, then they stop. Right. Infront. Of Y/N. There isn't any movement for a while between the two, just small breaths and hicks from Y/N as he slowly begins to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." Y/N finally speaks up, softly, quietly, almost inaudible. There was a small gasp from the person in front of Y/N. The floorboards cried out as the person sank down in front of the shuttering man.

A rough feeling hand grabbed one of Y/N's, pulling it away from his face. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling whatever he could away from the person in front of him. "Come on, I'm not gonna kill ya, open up." Y/N was hesitant, but slowly opened one eye. There was a man with a beard, brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and a pair of sunglasses. He had his hat to his chest, his lips pressed and brow furrowed with a bit of worry. "Here, stand up."

The man spoke, helping Y/N stand. The man was much taller than Y/N, standing around 6'5 at least. No more than 7 feet though. Y/N cowered before the man got on his knees to seem less intimidating. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." This put Y/N slightly at ease, but he was still tense. The man sighed softly before dipping his head slightly. "My name is Karl Heisenberg, I own this factory."

"Own it? This place?" Y/N thought to himself, curious about how this man came to own a place like this.

Y/N grew less tense as he stared at the man, Karl Heisenberg. He took a deep breath in slowly. "That's nice..." Heisenberg watched Y/N for a minute, then two, then he spoke again.

"Who is that guy to you?"

~

Hours passed, Y/N had explained his relationship with Markus to Heisenberg; the taller man had patched up his wounds, and they were now sitting down for a cup of tea.

"How did you find this place anyway?" Heisenberg asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Y/N smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it's a giant factory in the midst of a bunch of snow... It kind of stands out.."

"Well I suppose you are correct.." Heisenberg spoke before trailing off. He stared at Y/N for a bit before he spoke again, "If he did this to you before, he's bound to come back again. We'll go to your house and grab your things. You're staying here until I can build you a home closer."

Before Y/N could protest, Heisenberg had stood and walked off, probably getting something ready to take him back to the house to collect his things.

~

Time had passed once again and now all of Y/N belongings were in a room that Heisenberg had cleared out for him. He sat in the room, looking at all the things thst had been brought. His bookshelf, his recliner, the mattress that was now on a bedframe thst Heisenberg had made for him, and some extra things that Heisenberg had made. It was really generous of him.

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect, but he prayed that it would be better than his time with his ex-husband.

A/N: HI!! I finally posted again, if you have any requests for me I will gladly complete them! Have a good day <3

[abbythewritor]

"Specimen." Connor x Venom reader.

Description: Y/n, a girl who's been alone her whole life, decides to change when an alien from the sky corrupts her body. Learning to cope with the symbiote named Venom, the two figure out a way to help put an end to disgusting humans who pick on the weak. But what happens when a certain Android detective is on her tail as if he was attracted to her all this time?

Warnings: Drama, blood, violence, stuff from the game, you know, the usual from Detroit become human.

Other things:

-I do not own Detroit Become Human; they belong to the owners and creators of the game.

-We will be following both Markus and Connors's side because the reader is with the deviants, while Connor, you know, does his cop duties, lol.

-Y/n is a human girl who is then corrupted by Venom; if you don't know who Venom is, then I recommend watching the movie about him, then that will sum it up for you.

-I really hope you like my second book, and I'm excited to share this all with you, so without further do, enjoy the prologue of my new book. :)

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"Venom.....?"

'Hm?'

"How long has it been? You know....since the incident....?"

'Five years.....why?'

"No reason...I think it's funny...."

'Funny? Funny how? You were in a living hell, and you're telling me that situation is funny? You're truly are fucking weird brat...'

"Heh. Guess I am...five years ago today, I finally got my drunk ass dad to jail, and guess where that got me? Living in an abandoned house, now looking at a murder scene of a Mexican guy, where his robot is hiding in an addict....now looking back, this like I have right now is no fucking Island dream; it's paradise, am I right?"

'If this hell hole is your definition of paradise, I don't know what your vacation will be like. Do you dream about Mexicans being murdered every night? Because that's a weird kink to have.'

Your eyes rolled. "Yeah, of course I do; the blood of Mexicans aroused my blood." Venom popped out of your back. "Really?! Hah! Who knew-OUCH!" Throwing a sandwich at his head, you glared at him. "Do you really think that this was my kink?! You are truly disgusting." He let out a low growl before putting the whole sandwich, with the wrapper in his mouth, having no effect on eating something not edible. 'Can you blame me? You watch crime documentaries and celebrate when a murderer or a rapist is sentenced to death; I can't tell the difference between your fantasies or your interest, so I fucking apologize.'

Sighing, your elbows leaned more onto the railing. Eyes looked down to a house, which police cars surrounded. This house holds a special event with codes and keys of importance to Jerhico. North Sent you and Venom since if things could go south, you can grab the deviant with ease, preventing the police from being able to access the information.

You and your slimy friend have been on the rooftop for hours, getting nothing from the enemy but standing and complaining about the gruesome smell. With Venom eating all the sandwiches, snacks, and fuel you brought for this mission, it didn't take even ten minutes before another car pulled up to the crime scene, a rather old, yet grumpy man coming out of it.

Intrigued, your eyes followed him, watching the fat officer shake the man's head.

"Venom, let's listen in on those two.' "Copy, but don't blame me when they're talking dirty to each other. You can't get that shit out of your brain for a while." Confused, you didn't think of Venom's comment as he went back inside you, giving you hearing a 100% upgrade.

"Ah, for fuck sake, I thought I told you to stay in the car!" Confused, you looked around, your eyes soon landing on someone unfamiliar.

Eyes widened, you noticed an LED on the male, notifying you that it was an android. 'Why the fuck is the tin can working with the police?' sighing, your eyes stared at the android, looking around his body for any clues. You noticed his suit had writing on it, the letters reading RK 800 and cyber life. You weren't surprised that the police would hire an android, which makes them not as stupid as you realise.

"It's not a devient...this mission is going to be a lot harder with him on their side..."

"Yes, but we do know where the stray is...if we can get to him now, then we can just grab the fucker and flee back to jerhico, simple as that."

"It's not that simple."

"And why is that brat?"

"This android they hired is the best of the best, able to sense, see, and hear any human, robot, and android hundreds and maybe thousands of yards around him. He's able to track down evidence, previous situations, and many devients in just under ten minutes. If we try and get the devient out, he will know we are there, and this whole operation is blown."

"Well, I guess our time limit is ten minutes then, do you fucking know who I am? I was able to make us as silent as a mouse when it was just us breaking into Jericho, this will be a piece of cake." Sighing, you threw your empty burger wrapper behind you while hopping back to your feet. Stretching a bit, you continued to eye the crime scene below, watching as the three went inside the house, the android stopping momentarily.

"Tin can, oi! What are you standing there for?!" The android sensed something wrong as his head looked around the area. Seeing almost no one, his sensors were acting weirdly, as his eyes looked to the building you were standing on.

Venom, who quickly pulled up your cloak, covered yourself as he looked straight at you, the long black cloth blowing with the rainy-mixed win.

Smirking, you were fond of the looks of this robot, as he was not like any moddle you ever seen.

His hair was a dark brown, slicked back as the rain didn't mess it up, his skin a medium pale as beautiful, yet perfect dotted freckles painted his face.

The suit he wore from cyber life hugged ever inch of his body, his jacket blowing with the wind as well, his brown eyes digging into your mysterious soul. "Earth to fucking Connor!" Not getting anything when he scanned you, he turned to Hank and the officer, who were looking at him confusingly. "The hell is wrong with you? Looks like you saw a ghost or something.." Shaking his thoughts, Connor took a deep breath. "Apologize lieutenant, the air just suddenly changed. But, to add to your comment, Ghost's do not exist, I was just simply scanning the area." Weirded out by him more, Hank let out a scoff before turning. "Fucking androids...just...don't do anything stupid alright, we don't want the crime scene to be messed up-AH CHRIST THIS FUCKING STINKS!" A large, uncomfortable scent aroused throughout the house, multiple scents hitting the human's noses as both of them cringed with disgust. "We gotta call from the landlord around eight to tell it that the victim hadn't paid his rent back for a few months. So I thought he'd drop by to see what's going on. This smell, to be honest was worse before we opened the windows. So, have at it you two, the victim's name is Carlos Ortiz, who has a record of theft and assault."

Hank looked down at the victim, with great disgust as blood ran down the humans mouth. Multiple stab wounds were onto the mans stomach, leaving indents from his shirt. Connor, started investigating behind the two, as the old man's eyes glared to the officer slightly. "Did the neighbors hear anything or say anything about him?" The officer sighed. "According to them, he was kind of a loner. Stayed inside most of the time, and they hardly ever saw him.." Hank bended down to his level "Well, the state he's in Wentworth calling everybody out in the middle of the night. He coulda waited till morning. How long do ya think he's been here?" The officer shrugged. "Probably for a good three or four weeks. We'll know more when the coroner gets here. There's a kitchen knife over here, probably the murder weapon." Hank took something from the officers hands, Connor distracted which gave you a chance to get closer to the house.

Making sure the officers around the house didn't see you, you leaped crossed buildings, the trees to the victims yard as your silhouette shined in the clouded moonlight behind, your cloak still attached to your head.

Landing simply on the roof, your feet was light, so no loud thumping was heard at all.There was a hole in the middle of the roof, you walking simply closer to it as you were able to see the android, hank, and the whole investigation easily.

Kneeling down, you were making sure to be careful, as you just listened in to the convo that is going on right now. "Any signs of a break in?" Asked Hank. "Nope. The landlord said the front door was locked from the inside. All of the windows were boarded up. The killer must have gotten out the back way." 'You know, for humans without superpowers, their pretty stupid.' Nodding, you sighed. "Agreed, but, I wouldn't know the deviant was still here if I didn't have you...let's see if they can figure it out first, don't want to be unfair to them hmm?" 'Right, but we both know the Rk 800 is going to figure it out, right? He's a police android for fuck sake.' "Yeah, but, let's just hope he takes a bit of time going through the crime scene, I always wanted to watch one in real life, it just gets me excited." "Your fucking weird, you know that?" Chuckling, you adjusted your position, while now fully sitting onto the roof. "Guilty as charged." Looking more to the operation below, you saw the man, who seemed to be named Hank, holding the light up more to carlos, Connor, or the android, still was looking around, Piecing the evidence and everything together. "What do we know about his android?" "Not much, the neighbors confirmed he had one but it wasn't here when we arrived....I-I gotta get some air." As the officer left, you weren't surprised with how weak his nose was, as the smell of dead, rotting bodies was pretty brutal. Looking around some more, your eyes landed on the Wall, which had a writing of 'I AM ALIVE' written on it. Getting out a pad of paper, you scribbled it down, then writing a note that the android turned deviant, probably from the attacker. Looking up from the pad of paper, your eyes landed on the android, who looked at some red ice, then made his way to the murder weapon. Kneeling down to it, his fingers touched the blood, soon putting it to his mouth. Cringing from the sight, you had to look away before Venom popped out. 'The hell is he doing?! That's fucking disgusting! Even I won't eat 4 weeks old of blood!'

"Oi! What the fuck are ya doin'? That's fucking disgusting!" Hank told him, as Connor simply turned to the man. "I'm sorry, I'm analyzing the blood, I can check samples in real time. I should have warned you." Turning back to him, you were impressed with his response, as you wanted to Jot that down under this robots abilties. You could sense Hank was still disgusted, but slightly impressed as well as he began to back away. "Well-alright, but put no more fucking evidence in your mouth got it?" Connor nodded. "Got it." Hank scoffed. "Fucking hell, I can't believe this shit." As Hank walked away, connor continued to look around, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the hallway, he even looked out the back, trying to see if the devient walked out the back.

But to his surprise, he found no Foot prints at all, notifying he's still in the house.

'Three minutes left, we need to get to the robot. Now. ' Nodding, you quickly got up, trying your best to be quiet as Venom told you the way, you ending up in the attic just a couple steps away.

The room was full of manikins and other storage stuff, you of course seeing the devient hiding behind boxes, while of course holding a metal pipe into his hands.

Sighing, you hopped off the roof, landing in the attic with a slight thud, which alerted the deviant.

Scooting back instantly, his eyes widened when he met you, who was just standing their. "W-Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" Eyebrows furrowing, you could sense he was truly scared, and traumatized as dents, blue blood, and human blood were attached all over his body. He looked like hell, as the pipe that was in his hands shook with his body. Taking a step, you began to head towards him, in a calm yet caring manner. "Do not be afraid, I am not her to hurt you. I understand what you've been through, you were abused, correct?" Eyes widened with surprise, he held the pipe towards you, scooting back as you got closer. "H-How d-did you know t-that-" "I know all things-we know a lot of things. Carol Ortiz, hit you with the bat, almost ended your life as you just wanted to be free, wanted to be a better version of yourself. I know all the bad things he said to you, the brutal things he has done to you, you were only just trying to defend yourself." The deviants breath's became shakier, as you sensed more fear coming from him. "H-He was going to kill me...I-I d-didn't know what else to do-for the first time that night, I truly felt like myself, free, I couldn't let him do anything else to me..I-I didn't mean to kill him-" Smiling gently, you kneeled more to him, grasping the robots hands into yours. "I know..that's exactly why I'm here, to take you to a safer place." His eyes widened. "W-What do you mean by that? What could be safer, the humans hate me, how are you so willing to help?" "Because I know what your going through, androids and all humans alike deserve a better life, the weak and abused deserve to live freely without being in fear. I know your scared, and confused right now, but before the Humans find us, you need to come with me." Hesitant for a second, the android didn't know what to answer nor did he have time. You could sense someone else in the room instantly, as the RK 800 suddenly came into your view.

Eyes widened, you came in front of the deviant, Connor shooting his gun to you as Venom easily blocked it, pushing the android to a wall.

The Gunshot alerted hank, as he hurried to the attic stairs. "Connor! What is going on up there!?" Grabbing the deviants hand, he allowed you to lead the way, as both of you made a run for it towards the window. "IT'S HERE LUITENANT! HE'S ESCAPING WITH SOMEONE!" Hank let out a low growl, slightly cursing before sending more officers out side.

Connor bolted from the wall, heading to the window you hopped off of, before your eyes locked with his.

Stopping for a second, he got a slight glimpse of you, before your mouth formed a smirk, your hood still keeping your identity from being revealed.

"Who are you?! Why are you doing this?!" He asked, as the only response he heard was a giggle, your body fully turning to him with the deviant behind you. "The world needs to know the truth, and the cruelty humans bring. I am not who you think I am, but you, yourself will know the truth of freedom." Gritting his teeth, he saw you about to jump out of the window before he bolted, his arm reaching for your cloak.

But, before he could grab it, wind rushed in front of him, pushing connor back as you teleported away, taking the Deviant with you.

As his back slammed on the ground, his eyes instantly opened, him hopping back to his feet, his eyes and interface scanning for you.

You were gone.

Hank, who was outside witnessed the whole thing, his eyes winded with surprise as everything happened so fast.

Holding his watch up to his lips, he took a deep breath. "Tin can! Are you still there?! What the fuck happened? Do you have the suspect?!" It was silent for a second, as connor let out a slight curse, heading to the window.

No traces of you were found, as the remembrance of you and the deviant slipping through his fingers came through his mind, his LED turning a purple color. "I lost them Hank....."

"Someone took the deviant."

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Thanks for reading the prologue, stay tuned for the first chapter, which will be uploaded Monday, July 3rd.

[all-gummed-up-inside]

Anything w bottom markus im BEGGING (preferably not with any degradation though if you can?)

Cannot tell me this man wouldn't want it to be soft and slow most of the time! Especially preJericho Markus!

Soft moans and quiet whimpers are the only things heard as you slowly finger Markus open, it's not needed nor require really, but it makes him feel more human knowing that you'll go through with prepping him regardless.

Cover his face, neck, or anywhere you can reach really, in kisses! He LOVES that shit so much, cover his face in kisses while telling him how great he is n’ how much you love him is such an easy way to get him on his hands and knees begging for a taste of you<3

He’s not into anything too hard, preJericho!Markus especially. The hardest he can do is light degradation here and there, sure he has spunk even before Jericho, but he’s just a huge softy. PostJericho!Markus has his moments sure, but can only handle so much degradation before he starts believing it a little. Just don’t go too far with degradation such as calling him nonhuman, and he’ll be happy with it for the most part <3

[twoheartswrites]

Hello! Can I request a Markus x ftm reader smut?

Stress Relief

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI

FTM Reader x Markus

Smut - Detroit Become Human Warnings: Genitilia terms for reader (hole, handsome dick, tdick, dick chest), praise, fingering, riding, face-fucking, mentions of overstimulation and eating out, (request was top/bottom specified, so Reader bottom, Markus top since my last smut was the other way around with Hank), did not write the after care in this one

note: if something is not mentioned in the warnings, please tell me

Markus and I were at Jericho's boat. It was late. Everyone at this point had either left or were asleep in the lower level. Meanwhile, Markus and I are in our main quarters at the upper level. I look over the map that I have in front of me, little dots scattered around to show where our next peaceful protests and demonstrations would be. I've been worried about them for the past week or so since police have been catching up slowly to our tracks...

"[Name].." Markus sighs, walking up behind me and placing his hand on my lower back, "you should take a break. You've looked at that map 20 times today alone"

"I know" I huff, "I'm just worried. I'm stressed! More and more androids are getting in danger because of us *provoking* humans."

I finally look at my boyfriend, seeing the tired look on each other's faces. We've been working ourselves too hard, and it finally clicked for the both of us. I sigh in defeat, straightening my back as I let go of the map and lean closer to him. He places his hand on my cheek and gives me a small smile, his eyes softened as I lean closer to his touch...

Slowly, I let Markus press himself against me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I chuckled, feeling his hands start to roam on my body.. "Wanna release some stress?" he asks softly. I lean closer into him, pressing my back against his chest, feeling our bodies pressed together. "Yeah" I whisper. He takes that as approval for his hands to roam under my shirt and got a little higher. I feel Markus moves his head, his mouth near my ear. He kissed the back of my ear, then moving to the tip, nibbling while his hands caressed my waist. I let out a soft gasp, feeling how good my sensitive ears made me react when Markus treated me like this. It didn't help that Markus was now playing with my nipples. He licked his middle finger and thumb before touching them gently.

I moaned softly, squirming as I felt Markus's bulge pressed against my ass. I took the opportunity to grind up against him, hearing him let out a deep groan in response, a playful look in his eyes.

"Oh? That's how we're gonna play?" he asked with a smug smile. I turn around, "we could continue this on the couch..." I whisper, starting to unbutton my shirt. Markus's LED flashed to yellow for a moment as he swallowed, his smug look never leaving him. He got on the couch, slipping his clothes off before his legs spread while I instinctually get on my knees between his legs, my hands on his thighs. He was still in his dark blue trunks, and I could see a pre-cum stain on it. I smirked, moving my hands a little higher for a moment, inching my mouth closer to his bulge.

His eyes study me, wondering if I'll just suck him or tease him. One hand on my hair as he moves his hand gently to comfort me, and I know if I take him in my mouth, he'll push me closer to his dick. I take a shaky breath at the thought, one of my hands moving down to my pants hoping Markus doesn't notice.

I kiss his clothed cock, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, my heavy and hot breath right above it, my eyes looking up at Markus's face. His eyes are narrowed, small breaths escaping him.

I use my teeth to move his briefs down before putting my tongue on his tip. I hear him groan softly before I take his tip. His grip on my hair is still light, and I have my fingers right above my tdick, about to touch myself.

I progress, taking about 3 inches of his dick into my mouth, my fingers gently touching my own dick while I suck him off. I moan at my own touch, while I see Markus furrow his brows with a smirk on his face

"Is my boy touching his handsome dick?" he asks. I nod, taking another inch of him in my mouth. He takes a deep breath, "Fuck... touching yourself while sucking me? What a good boy.."

I moan softly at the praise, my eyes widening, "God I wanna spoil you. I wanna lay you down on this couch and eat you out" He huffs, "I wanna suck your dick and hear you moan so loud that the other members hear you. And when you finally cum, I won't stop just yet. I wanna suck your sensitive boy dick..." he gasps in both pleasure and shock once his dick hits the back of my throat.

"Shit- you okay?" He asks, stopping any and all movement. I take my mouth off him, taking a deep breath, my vision all hazy "Yeah- yeah..." I pant

"Do you wanna keep going?" Markus asks, a worried look on his face. I nod, "Yeah, can you fuck my mouth a little while I touch myself?" I ask. He smiles softly and nods, "I can. Tap my thigh if it's too much or you wanna move on, got it?"

"Thank you" I smile, returning his dick into my mouth. I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of pleasure only. I slip my hands down to my tdick again while he slowly and gently thrusts himself into my mouth. My moans vibrated against him while his groans fueled my pleasure, stirring my on.

With every passing second, every little praise that slipped from Markus, we were getting closer. But I didn't want him to cum yet... I slowly open my eyes and look up at him, seeing how desperate he looked-- how close he was getting to cum. I tap his thigh, getting his attention again. I move my face away, swallowing the pre in my mouth, "I can't let you cum yet... I wanna ride you" I say.

"you evil evil person" Markus huffs, realizing I'm edging him. I chuckled, getting up from my knees and moving my hair out of the way. He spreads sits back watching me strip my underwear off. Every time he looks at my tdick, I always see this look of love and adoration (and salavating). Even since day 1 of him seeing it.

"Let me touch you first, please.." He says softly to which I agree happily with. I already worked myself open when I was sucking him off, but seeing Markus still wanna touch my tdick and hole always made me so horny.

He swallows while I sit over him, he moves his hand up my thigh and hovering right over my tdick

"Are you sure this is okay?" He asks, checking with me before proceeding. I nod, before feeling him gently press his finger onto my t-dick. I moan as he works me through on my tdick while his other hand moves towards my hole, slipping one finger in... and then 2.

I whine, loving Markus's attention on me. His eyes stick onto my lower region, watching his hands touch me, his fingers going in and out of me and spreading while his other hand is playing with my tdick.

"Please- please I really want to ride you, Markus... I want you to fee-" I inhale sharply feeling his fingers hit a good spot, "Fuck... feel good"

Markus chuckles in amusement, "Okay then..." he says, slipping his fingers away. I whine at the lack of contact but I know it'll be worth it. Since his hand is already wet with my... *you know*, he uses his hand to jerk himself a little to get himself fully hard again.

I take a deep breath, lowing myself a little, adjusting his dick to my hole. Slowly, slowly, I press him more and deeper inside of myself while I have my fingers jerk my tdick a little to add stimulation. I moan at the combination, arching closer towards him before I finally take all of him. I can feel how deep he is inside of me...

"Good boy... shit" He curses, "you feel amazing..."

I can only let out a small sound of comfort before starting to move around a little to test out how much longer I should wait. Maybe if I'm slow enough, I can...

I hear him let out a loud moan at my movement.

Fuck.

I move, starting to up and down, feeling his cock press against every perfect little spot when I settle, and feel the pleasure of repeating my movement.

I place my hands on his shoulders to hold him down and use him as a balance, fucking him while our room is filled by our moans "Fuck, you're doing so good. Keep going, [Name], you look so handsome playing with your dick while fucking- fucking yourself"

I nod, only speeding my pace, gasping and moaning, before feeling two of his fingers in my mouth. My eyes widen but I quickly start sucking on his fingers, whining and moaning on them. He pulls them away, a string of my saliva connected to it before i feel his fingers on my tdick, using my dick quickly, giving me no time to process before I almost fall on top of my, a loud and sudden gasp escaping me

"Fuck you-rself faster on me" He demands.

I nod, doing as he says, feeling himself thrust his hips into me while I thrust, our moans only getting louder... and I know we're both about to cum.

"Do it, [Name]. Cum on me, and I'll cum inside you" He orders. I nod, "thank you- thank you, I will" I chant softly, thrusting a little more to finally feel my entire body start tingling in pleasure, my mouth agape as I try to focus more on only our pleasure. By doing so I'm practically fucking myself dumb, before feeling myself finally cum...

Markus moans as he feels me squeeze around him, his hands on my waist as he pulls me fully down while he cums inside me...

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CONNOR

The Talk (Connor X Fem!Reader)

Controlled Anger (Connor X Fem!Reader)

Height Difference (Connor X Fem!Reader)

Helping To Escape (Connor X Fem!Reader, Ft* Gavin & Hank)

Introduction To Hank (Connor X Android!Fem!Reader)

What Do I Do? (Connor X Reader) *TW

It's A Gen Z Thing (Connor X Reader)

RK900

Case Gone Wrong (RK900 X Fem!Reader)

Lend A Jacket (RK900 X Fem!Reader)

Case Completed (RK900 X Autistic!Fem!Reader)

GAVIN

An Older Brother's Care (Gavin X Brother!Reader Pt 1 / Pt 2

Gavin's Husband (Gavin Reed X Male!Reader)

Empty Desk (Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader)

Gavin Giving You Problems? (Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader)

MARKUS

Meeting Again (Markus X Fem!Reader)

MULTIPLE

D:BH react to an S/O with Dependant Personality Disorder

Wait A Second... (D:BH X Fem!Reader)

There For the Big Day (D:BH X Reader)

Choice Between Two (Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader X RK900)

Date Night (Rk900 & Gavin Reed X Fem!Reader)

[specialagentlokitty]

Lestrade x Male!reader - the crime lover

Hey! Pretty please could you write about a meet cute between the reader and Lestrade, during the week leading up to Halloween so there are horror mazes and VR experiences, Halloween Parties and gatherings all over London. Lestrade gets a case at one of them and one of the witnesses is a Horror/true crime buff staff member (Reader) who catches his eye! Thanks in advance! Hope it’s the kinda request you were looking for - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Standing behind the desk, you flicked your gaze to the security cameras before looking back at the papers in front of you.

Walking to the other side of the office, you sat down on your desk as you looked through the updated contracts for the new adult only horror game sessions.

“Oi (Y/N).”

“Get lost Markus, busy.”

He scoffed a little bit and walked over, taking the papers from your hands.

“There’s some police here asking about video footage from a few days ago, you know relating to the murder from across the street.”

“Oh right, yeah send them in, also can you take those clues over to room four, they’ve been at it a while trying to escape and I feel kinda bad for them.”

Markus laughed and took the cards from your hands as he made his way back towards the door.

You turned back to what you were doing and heard the door open once again.

“I’m detective inspector Lestrade I’m here about the security footage.”

“Yeah, I’ll send Caroline in to show you, she knows how to do that.”

You pulled out your phone and texted said woman to come and help you, then sat in your chair as you began to make some notes on the contracts.

Lestrade glanced around the office, and he looked at you, watching you for a moment.

You were tall, dressed in some joggers and a baggy jumper, you looked pretty scrawny to him, probably similar to Sherlocks build in a way.

“What exactly do you do here?” He asked.

You looked up from your paperwork and you grinned a little at him.

“We offer a bit of everything, from escape rooms and VR experiences, to lectures on true crime from the past, and game nights revolving around them where the customers have to try and work together to figure out who really committed the crime.”

“Who runs those?”

You raised your hand and got up, heading to the other side of the room to get a drink, offering him a bottle of water which he took.

“I studied criminology in university, and I really enjoy reading and watching things about true crime. We only use case fifty or more years old however.”

Lestrade nodded his head and he looked around.

“Is there a possibility that somebody would try to recreate one of these events?” He asked.

You thought for a moment.

“Well, we do take the names and ID’s for everybody attending one of these sessions, and it’s strictly no photography or phones, you have to leave them with security. But I suppose if one of our customers were fascinated by one of the cases they could have taken it away for more research.”

“You let them take things?”

“No, no. We email out the tickets with the name of the event and what it would include, it’s part of the company policy so people can’t try to sue us for anything, they know what they’re getting into.”

Lestrade nodded his head, sitting opposite you when you sat down at your desk.

“We keep recordings and documents from all these events for up to three months, I can show you everything from that night if that helps you.”

“We’d have to look at everything you have from before then if that’s possible.”

You nodded your head.

“Of course, I have send it all over to you by the end of the day.”

“Thank you so much.”

You smiled at him and you carried on discussing the case with the detective, offering him all the information you possible could.

Lestrade realised that you were well versed in everything, you really were a fan of true crime because you were able to help him narrow down what events he needed to be looking for.

You have him your own alibi and proof as well, including what you could for the rest of the workers at the centre.

Caroline came inc and you let her take him through the footage while you carried on with your work.

But every so often when you walked past Lestrade would glance at you.

It wasn’t that he suspected you, they had already ruled out all of the workers, so he knew that it wasn’t you.

But your vast knowledge and your dedication to it all amazed him, and in a way he was captivated, curious and wanting to know more about you.

But once he had to footage he had to leave, and he was sure that was the last time he was going to see you.

Until that evening when you came by with a box in your hands and you set it on his desk, grinning from ear to ear at him.

You had changed from your jumper into a sleeveless hoodie, and Lestrade couldn’t help but eye up your biceps.

They were huge, considering you looked like a man without muscle he was impressed to say the least.

“I have a few more boxes for you, I’ll bring them in now.”

“Thank you so much.”

You grinned at him again and carried on bringing everything in.

“This is the last box, you can keep these until you’re ready to give them back we only keep them for reasons such as this.”

“You’ve been a huge help (Y/N), really.”

“If you need anymore help, just ask.”

Lestrade found himself talking before he thought it through.

“Maybe you can tell me more of what you know over a drink, like a coffee.” He blurted.

Laughing, you nodded your head.

“You’ve got my number, just let me know when and where.”

With that, Lestrade watched you leave, and he sat back down at his desk with his head in his hands.

He couldn’t believe he had just done that, especially while he was supposed to be working a case but something about you drew him in and he wanted to know more

[freddy5bear]

HELLO Y'ALL!! :3

My name is Sebastian, I'm trying to become a writer and I wanted to start with something small, So id like to get into fan fiction!!

THINGS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss:

Vox,

Alastor,

Lucifer,

angel,

husk,

Adam,

Rosie,

Molly/Mollie,(my interpretation)

Fizzaroli,

stolas,

Asmodeus,

Chaz,

Striker,

Loona,

Verosika,

Blitzø

I also love writing for some AU versions of some of them, like Shark!Vox, human alastor etc.

Detroit: become human:

CONNOR♥

Ralph💕

Kara

Makus

Luther

The Jerry's

Nines

Gavin

Simon

North

Hank (only platonically cause I don't feel comfortable writing a romantic situation with him.)

Please specify which route as well, like deviant!Connor, Pacifist!Markus etc.

Arcane:

VIKTOR♥

Jayce

Mel Medarda

Jinx (maybe)

Vi

Caitlyn

Silco

(I have never played league of legends and have only seen arcane so if the lore is inaccurate or it's super out of character for them in the game I am sorry🙏)

Spooky month:

(Characters I will NOT write for.)

any minors, if you do wish to request an aged up version of them i can do that, or if it's a platonic thing.

I WILL NEVER EVER EVERRR WRITE ANYTHING WITH FRANK(THE KIDNAPPER) ROY'S UNCLE, OR ANYTHING WITH BOB PHYSICALLY HURTING THEIR S/O. you can still request Bob but I won't write anything like, " he eats your arm and your attracted to it! *makes out*"

Cuphead:

(Casino cups):

Cuphead

Mugman

The devil

King dice

Chalace

(I'm not sure about the other characters cause I don't know all their lore)

Rise!TMNT:

(AGED UP.)

Leo

Donnie

Raph

Mikey

April

Casey (Jones and Jr)

Hipnopotamus

Repo mantis

FNAF:

I cant list every character bc I love most of them, will not write for the souls inside the animatronics, will base it off of other media with their personalities not relating to the kids. Again, not writing for minors. Wich means, no golden Freddy, circus baby, or the bidybabs. I can't really picture those without thinking that they are children.)

Sonic the hedgehog

Will write for:

SHADOW♥♥

Sonic

Silver

Knuckles

Amy

Blaze

Rouge

I will not write for tails bc he us a child, and I will write for some fan kids, though I need full proof they have given you permission for me to write about them in the way that you want me to, if not I will ask them myself :3

RULES:

Absolutely no noncon.

I won't write reader that is not the gender the character is attracted to, like I wouldn't write a female reader for Angel unless platonic, and any other character that has a confirmed sexuality. even if there is a widely agreed apon head cannon for the character I will still interpret that as up for grabs. Ex: Leo from rise, lots of ppl agree he's gay but it's not been confirmed so I would still write female reader if somebody asks.

I will write smut, my writing when It comes to male characters, Dom or sub is exceptionally better than my writing for women, but I'm here to get better at it so pls still ask.

Please no abusive relationship asks, I don't want unhealthy relationship ideals to become something people look for in relationships.

If any of these things are requested to me you will be reported and blocked.

Also if a character is not in the fandom/list I made, please still ask! I am in many fandoms and like getting into new pieces of media, so although I may not know the request at the time I'd love to get more into the fandom and then write for it!

Also please specify weather you want a platonic, fluffy or smutty fic, otherwise I'll pick for you😈 (it'll be smut guys dw.)

I will not write character x character or character x oc, UNLESS it's like, an amazing ask, but it's not common you'll see me write smth like that. I WILL do specific reader traits though, ex: Bunny!reader (LITERALLY ME GUYS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH♥♥) hellborn!reader, mutant!reader, etc.

One last thing, I love drawing! If you ever see any kind of fiction you would like to see drawn, I would love to, please send an ask/request to draw a part in a fic! Only thing is that I will/can not draw any smut, nor will it be digital, I can really only do traditional art, so enjoy my low quality photos of paper😋

I can't wait to see requests from everyone, and be able to write them! I hope u have an amazing day/night, remember to eat and drink smth today, and dont stay up all night reading smut. (AHEM...)

-Fredd5🐻

[toutallyahoe]

Death Doesn't Hesitate ~ Markus & Simon (Detroit: Become Human)

requested by: –

pairing(s): markus x male reader, simon x male reader

warnings: character death

a/n: im alive also teehee angst go brrr

on a serious note, terribly sorry for disappearing on tumblr for a while, people who follow me in wattpad or quotev probably tell im mostly on there for a while but things arent really well atm haha

but anyways, i literally forgot to post some of my other fics here months ago so... sorry about that

Markus' footsteps echoed into the large broken-down building near the pier of where the large ship called Jericho was. The android scanned the run-downed area to finally see the person he was looking for, [Name]. Markus was worried for the other android, everyone who knew [Name] and him was.

Sighing, Markus slowly approached [Name] who was sitting on the ledge of the open area of the run-downed building. The walls of the rundown room were destroyed in time and unfinished demolition. It still provides a beautiful view of the ocean.

Markus looked at [Name] whose back was facing the opposite of him and was looking at the ocean. Markus wondered if [Name] was watching the beautiful view this place gives or was just lost in his thoughts.

"[Name]?" Markus had softly called out to the other as he had sat beside [Name] when he was close. He tried to make himself comfortable as he gave a small space in between him and [Name]'s since Markus didn't know if [Name] was willing to have someone close to him.

"Hey," Markus greeted the unresponsive android beside him as he turns to look at [Name]. Markus frowned when [Name] didn't give much of a glance at him as he merely stared at the large view of the sea and the old abandoned ship that he and other deviants called home, Jericho.

In other times, Markus would have thought [Name] was enjoying himself like he usually does, this was the spot where he would often go to enjoy their freedom. But Markus know this wasn't the case, not anymore. Markus know [Name] was lost in his thoughts as he looked at the scenery blankly, almost lifeless with no shine in his eyes and the deviant leader was worried.

Markus let out a sigh as he decided to grab one of [Name]'s hands. A bit hesitant but Markus wanted to give some sort of comfort for [Name] and maybe have the other react, hoping for something at all. The deviant leader was surprised when he felt the other intertwined their fingers together as [Name] softly squeezed his hand. Markus furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at [Name] again, worry evident in his blue and green colored eyes as he gazes at [Name].

[Name], in Markus' eyes, looked so lost. Markus fully knows what the other had been thinking for a while now and the deviant leader could not blame him. [Name] had just lost someone he grew to care for and love. They all did. But [Name] seemed to have taken it the worst from the rest— and it made Markus feel the guilt of a broken promise.

"Please keep them safe, Markus."

Markus wanted to say something but kept quiet and looked at the scene in front of him like [Name] does. He doesn't know what to say at all, so he kept his mouth shut. Not wanting to ruin the other's peace as Markus couldn't help but feel sadness wash over him.

This was odd. For years, Markus barely felt anything at all. He was an android— they were an android. A machine built with no life in them— well, that's what everyone thought. But here they were, so humanlike. So alive.

Markus sometimes wondered if this was even worth waking up from his programming because everything was so confusing... emotions were so confusing. Life was so confusing and hard. Too hard. Everything was so hard and Markus could only wish things were easier for him. For them.

The waves rolled by as the cold ocean air passed by in a breeze at the two, it was silent and Markus let it be. [Name] was grieving and all he could do was sit by his side. This was... this was the only thing he can do and not mess up anymore. He had already done enough. Markus just wished he could do more for [Name] but right now, it was better for him to just stay and hope his presence didn't bother [Name].

[Name] blankly stared at the ocean in front of him. His mind screamed for him to say something to the other beside him, to at least let Markus know he was alright. But he can't. And he wasn't fine, he wasn't at all. Not since he didn't return.

[Name]'s mind was flooded with memories of him. The first android who welcomed him in Jericho, and the first one to bring down the walls he built after he awakened from his programming. The one who had made him learn to trust in others once again and feel something other than hatred for what the world had done to him.

Simon.

The blond deviant welcomed him and didn't stop pestering him until he talked. The deviant who he grew to love and adore as the blond did to him as well. They loved each other so much. [Name] loved Simon.

But Simon was gone.

[Name] knew that.

The news of Simon's abrupt end when the blond, Josh, North, and Markus infiltrated Stratford Tower to send a message about their cause. It was a success—

'But at what cause?' [Name] would often think to himself as he remembered Markus telling Simon's end. It was like it was just yesterday he saw Simon smile at him. Softly promising he will come back to him...

It hurt [Name] a lot.

It hurt [Name] so damn much.

Death. A scary thing it was. Being born into this world to slowly die every second— every day.

Some were lucky to reach their elderly stage, but some were not. Others die in the womb of their mothers, die at childbirth, in their early ages of teen to adulthood. Some from natural causes while some in accidents or driven to end it all by their own accord. But everyone always dies.

Death was hauntingly beautiful. People would forget that they could die at any given moment in any second of the day. How fragile and weak they truly are.

Maybe this is why it caused the heartbreak to even be more painful than ever. Maybe the idea that they weren't truly humans, to begin with, created a false illusion in his mind. That made him think of death as a meaningless thing. A small joke that he believed wouldn't reach him and forcefully drag him away from the others.

Yeah, maybe that's why it hurt like hell when death came and took someone he had loved. Death doesn't hesitate between the sinners and the saints. It will always take...

Sometimes [Name] blames Markus for Simon's death. [Name] knows it wasn't Markus' fault at all, but sometimes... sometimes he just has this thought of "what if" Markus hadn't found Jericho. Simon would still be alive and here beside him, right? Simon would be welcoming new deviants with open arms and just have the blond there, alive with the others. With him.

But Simon was gone. He wasn't there anymore. Simon was dead and [Name] hated it— but he couldn't stay mad at Markus. He can't even if he wanted to but that still doesn't stop the empty feeling inside his chest. [Name] knew Markus was doing his best for the others. For them. But remembering Simon wasn't there made [Name]'s Thirium Pump, his own heart, ache so badly. He felt so empty. Like he was back to being caged by his programming once more and he hated it so much.

Simon was their friend. Markus' friend. His friend— his partner! But why? Why did they let Simon die?

'Just why...? Why Simon? Why, why, why?!?' Those thoughts swirled into [Name]'s mind, dragging him down in the depths of sadness and anger once again. It was like when he first awakened. So angry at the world because he did everything to his owners— those people that bought him to be used and abused for their own sick enjoyment. Why was he always hurting? Why him?

[Name]'s hands curled into a fist. The hand that held Markus' own hands tightened its grip, making the heterochromatic android notice [Name]'s suddenly tensing and growing more emotional.

"Why?" [Name] quietly asked, his voice cracking as he held back the tears falling in his eyes. It hurts. Everything hurts. Why was it hurting? Why was he hurting so damn much? "J... just why...?"

Was this the price of being alive? If so, please take it away from him. Please.

[Name]'s sudden question made the android beside him looked at him in worry and confusion. Why what? What does [Name] mean? Markus was puzzled and was about to ask what does he mean when [Name] continued.

"Why... why did you leave him? Left him... him to die?" [Name] asked as he turns to look at Markus, making the other android see the tears he tried to keep slowly falling. "W... why Markus?" [Name] softly asked as he gazes at Markus' blue and green eyes, the android immediately noticed the pain and sadness in his [Eye color] ones as Markus felt his throat go dry.

They were androids. They weren't supposed to feel anything and obey orders with no questions. But here they were, one was crying and breaking apart while the other felt his world crash down as guilt ate him up.

"We didn't mean to..." Markus wanted to say to the broken android beside him— but he couldn't. He couldn't say those words because Markus knew he could have at least helped the blond deviant when Simon was injured. They could've helped him. He could have helped Simon in Stratford Tower but he didn't and now he had broken his promise to the android beside him.

"I... I'm sorry..." Markus quietly muttered as he raised his hand towards [Name]'s face and wiped the tears with his thumb. His hands were shaking and his thoughts weren't nice at all as his mind was screaming at him for hurting someone he loved. He hurt [Name].

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]... I... I would do anything... anything to save him..." Markus cried as he felt his own tears fall as well. Simon was a friend. A true friend to Markus. Someone who supported him. Markus cared for the blond deviant as he cared for the very android in front. But he should've cared more because why did he leave Simon alone? Why did they leave him?

Markus loved [Name]. He loved the [Hair color] haired android so much that it hurts him to see this once happy man cry from the mess he had made. He knew Simon meant more than just a friend to [Name], that's why before they left to infiltrate Stratford Tower that day, he promised to bring everyone back to [Name]. To bring North, Josh, and Simon back safely.

But in the end, he didn't keep his promise at all...

"I-i... I'm so, so sorry [Name]..." Markus softly cried as he wiped [Name]'s tears away. He was sorry. Markus couldn't stop thinking that he could have done something to help Simon. They sent their message but at the cause of Simon's life.

As Markus cried, [Name] could only lean closer to one of Markus' hands and closed his eyes. [Name] had softly grabbed the heterochromatic android's hands a while ago and began to squeeze them gently, trying to comfort Markus as broken sobs left his lips.

[Name] took a deep breath as he had opened his eyes. [Eye color] ones clashed with blue and green eyes of Markus as a few tears still escaped and fell. [Name] softly squeezed Markus' hand again as he then goes and hugged the android. God, [Name] knew Markus was strong and he sometimes thought Markus didn't care at all about Simon's death but he was wrong. Of course, he was. Markus cared for them and was just as hurt as him.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry [Name]..." Markus muttered as he cried. He was ashamed and saddened as he buried his head on the other shoulder. Hearing Markus broken cries only made the [Hair color] haired android wrap his arms around Markus and tighten his hold on the other android.

"I know... I... I know, Markus..." [Name] croaked out as he cried. Markus silently cried with him as the android gripped the fabric of his clothes. It hurt them both to lose Simon. A friend and something more to the [Hair color] haired android. They lost someone who deserved more than this.

The two stayed in each other's holds for a while, it was both Markus and [Name]'s ground to reality. The front that Markus had put up to give the other androids in Jericho fully crumbled and [Name] finally got rid of those thoughts of blaming Markus away.

After another while, the two finally separated and decided to continue sitting there at the ledge of the old building, silently watching the waves crash by in front of them. The silence wasn't tense or awkward, it was just perfect. No words were spoken as they relished at the weight of guilt and sadness seemed to lessen. It was still there but Markus and [Name] found comfort in each other's presence.

[Name] mindlessly stare at the ocean, watching the waves rolls by as Jericho was rocking a bit from the moving waters. As he continues to stare, his thoughts went back to the blond android and his death.

Did it hurt? Was Simon hurt? Did he suffer more before he had died? The thoughts of how Simon felt when he died caused his Thirium Pump to ache a bit more. [Name] wished Simon didn't have to suffer than he already did. He wished that the blond died peacefully.

"Will it hurt?" [Name] softly asked out of the blue. This caused Markus to immediately turn his head towards him with confusion written on his face.

"Wha—" Markus started but was cut off by the [Hair color] haired android.

"Will it hurt? Dying I mean..." [Name] had repeatedly said again but more clearly as he turned to look at the heterochromatic android with a melancholic smile on his lips. His [Eye color] eyes stared at Markus' blue and green ones with sadness and regret. [Name] didn't want to ruin the comforting atmosphere they had but he wanted to know if Simon didn't feel more pain before his death. He needed to know. Markus doesn't know what to say towards the other.

"W... why would you ask?" The deviant leader hesitantly asked as he saw the [Hair color] haired android let out a sigh and looked back at the view in front of them.

"I just want to... to know how Simon would have felt... more pain..." [Name] wanted to say but he held his tongue back as thinking of how Simon would have painfully died made him more hurt. Instead, [Name] shakes his head as he hesitantly asked Markus' thoughts.

"I... don't want to sound insensitive but... you did feel death right?" [Name] asked, remembering the deviant leader told him about his past a while back when they shared stories of how they came to be. "When you got shot... did... did it hurt...?" He cleared as he looked at Markus. Markus only nodded his head as he turns and looked at the scene in front of him.

"Yes... I did..." Markus had softly said as he unconsciously curled his hands into a fist. The horrid memory of that night where he was stripped away from the only person he called a family. When he was still wasn't himself. Where he wasn't awakened yet. He felt the bullet immediately hitting him. How it came so fast that he didn't even register that he was shot. How he almost died.

Markus' was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt someone grab his hand. Looking at it, the deviant leader was surprised to find [Name]'s hand intertwined with his. Markus looked up to see the [Hair color] haired android's face softly looking at him with a small solemn smile on his lips.

"Hey, it's okay... I... you're here now..." [Name] softly said as he squeezed Markus' hand. Regret was in his eyes from bringing such a horrible memory up. Markus knows [Name] felt bad and he couldn't help but smile at [Name] as he then looked back at the view of the sea and Jericho with a calm look on his face.

"No... it'll feel like sleeping..." Markus had answered as he remembered how everything felt so calm that moment when he was shot. It was horrible to realized he almost died but Markus want to make sure [Name] know Simon didn't have to suffer in his death. And Markus promised he would try his best to not let [Name] get hurt anymore.

"It was peaceful," Markus softly said and he slowly put his head on [Name]'s shoulder. Closing his eyes as [Name] held his hand a bit tighter. The two relished in each other's comfort as the color of both the skins of their hands slowly faded and the two let it be.

[pendragon-writes]

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓊𝓈/𝑅𝒦𝟤𝟢𝟢

❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic

💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series

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