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A California woman has been arrested after allegedly getting caught with over $450,000 worth of merchandise stolen from drug stores.
Claudia Cruz, 35, of Oakland, was booked into Alameda County Jail on charges of organized retail crime, possession of stolen property and conspiracy to commit a crime, revealed a statement from the California Highway Patrol (CHP) on Friday.
Investigations began in July, with officials from the CHP Golden Gate Division Organised Retail Crime Taskforce conducting a series of surveillance operations.
On August 15, investigators executed search warrants at an Oakland residence and two vehicles, where as well as seizing a âlarge quantity of stolen merchandise,â they learned âthe suspectâ was also leasing a storage facility.
Armed with another search warrant, the ORCTF investigators discovered even more stolen goods at the storage unit â bringing the total value of the items, mostly pilfered from drug stores, to a whopping $450,000.
The arrest comes one week after Governor Gavin Newsomâs office published a press release reporting ârecord progressâ by the CHP in combatting retail theft.
The August 15 release said the ORCTF has made 884 arrests since January and seized nearly a quarter of a million stolen goods valued at more than $7.2 million.
This is also following the governorâs building on his Real Public Safety Plan by calling for legislation cracking down on property crime, with proposals including new penalties, increasing enforcement tools to âbolster existing law,â eliminating the sunset date for the organized retail crime statute, and increasing existing penalties.
The plan is part of Newsomâs efforts to clean up the Golden State, having directed cities and state agencies last month to take urgent action against people sleeping in public spaces, with California officials clearing away a homeless encampment at Dockweiler State Beach Thursday.
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Heâs in love with the girl
Pairing-Jake Seresin x reader
Warnings- smut and language
A/N- Iâm baaaack yall! Hereâs a little smutty one shot to tie you over until I post for kinktober! @bobgasm and I have been reading too many cowboy romances lately so hereâs a little brotherâs best friend romance for ya.
Summary- Jake comes home for the summer and falls head over heels for his bestieâs little sister. Howâs he gonna tell him that he thinks sheâs the one?
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He shouldnât be here.
He knows he absolutely shouldnât , and yet here he is, body pressed up against your bedroom door with his hands in your hair and your lips on his neck.
Any other girl on earth would have been suitable, but no, Jake Seresin just had to fall in love with his best friendâs baby sister.
Heâd come home on leave for a month and had expected it to be just like any other trip to Austin. Bar hopping and wrangling cattle, until you walked into his mamaâs house. Freshly graduated from college and looking every bit his type. Gorgeous, smart, funny, and a little bit mean to him; it was like kryptonite to him.
He could lie and say he tried to stay away, but you both know that wasnât true at all. He was down bad, sneaking quiet moments with you in the barn, stopping by to see you after your shifts at the hospital, midnight drives to nowhere that ended with you both tangled up in the back seat of his truck. Your poor brother didnât have a damn clue, his own life and family kept him just busy enough to keep him out of the loop, and youâd keep it from him as long as you could. Last thing you wanted was for him to pop the perfect bubble the two of you were in.
It wasnât like heâd held a torch for you or anything like that, anything untoward he was sure Gavin could dream up just wasnât true. When heâd been reintroduced to you at the beginning of the summer it was like you were a completely different person, not at all the annoying pre teen girl with her one direction obsession that had followed them around years before. You were a bad ass nurse now, someone who took no shit and heâd been falling over himself to get your attention ever since. Youâd brushed him off and tried to stay away, but you couldnât deny that there was absolutely something there, and when he kissed you for the first time it had scared you just how much you wanted more.
âYouâre a goddamn dream you know that?â Jake sighed as you ran your nose along his sharp jawline, hands fumbling with his belt as he let his hands roam over the small of your back down to your ass as he kneaded one and then the other cheek before lifting you into his arms. You let out a shriek and erupted into giggles as he carried you to your bed and spread you out on the worn cross and crown patterned quilt.
âYouâre gonna get us both in trouble if you keep manhandling me like this you big oaf, the whole house is gonna think-â
âI donât give a shit what they think, you could scream my name loud enough that they hear it in town, donât make a difference to me, sugar. Iâm tired of sneaking around; want you to be mine.â He had both hands on your hips, staring down at you like you hung the moon and stars. It stole your breath away, youâd thought heâd just been fooling around with you all summer, just another notch in the Hangmanâs belt. But the way he was looking at you, it made things feel very, very real.
âJake. What about Gavin?â You whispered, and he gave a little shake of his head, trying to rid himself of the spell your half naked body had him under. He needed to get this off his chest, if you wanted what he wanted then Gavin could take a long walk off a short pier for all he cared; heâd get over it eventually.
He eased himself on top of you and swiped a loose hair behind your ear, watching as your body relaxed from his touch. Cocky grin plastered on his pretty face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, he took a deep breath and let the words loose that heâd kept buried deep all summer long.
âYou know I love Gavin, Iâd go to the ends of the earth for that idiot, but Iâd be lying if I said his opinion matters one bit when it comes to this. I want you, y/n. I donât just want you for the summer, Iâll do long distance, late night phone calls, whatever youâll let me until I can make this permanent. I never thought Iâd be the settling down type but damnit darlinâ Iâve got all sorts of dreams planned for me and you, and if you want that too it doesnât matter what anyone wants or thinks about us, all that matters is how much Iâm totally wrapped around your little finger.â
âBut-â he cut you off by placing his lips on yours, letting his hands slide up your sides to cup your face and stealing your breath.
He wasnât having it- clearly your stubborn ass wasnât hearing him, heâd just have to show you instead.
He had you naked and spread out before you could even come up with another coherent thought, golden head of hair buried between your legs as he brought you to the edgeâŠand then stopped.
âLook at me pretty girl, I want your eyes on mine when you come, all those sweet noises you make are for me, no one else you got it?â He was being a giant tease, fingers still buried deep as you tried to fight the urge to smack that stupid grin off his face.
âFuck- you canât just stop, I- I need-â
âI know what you need baby, and Iâll give it to you every time. But youâre gonna commit this to memory, no oneâs ever gonna get to see you like this âcept me ever again, youâre mine, and you know Iâm used to getting what I want.â He says with a wink, sliding back down to suck your clit into his hot mouth, watching as you arch your whole body into him with a whine.
âYours Jake, just yours.â
He felt the sun through the blinds and groaned, it was too damn early and warm all wrapped up in you, but he couldnât put off his plans forever, there was too much at stake and heâd chicken out if he waited much longer. Pressing kisses to your face and neck he untangled himself from you and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He had to come clean to Gavin, and if it didnât end up with a black eye heâd call that a win.
He pulled up to the diner on Main that had been home to many a hangover meal and found Gavin lounging in their favorite booth along the back wall, his gruff exterior a complete facade as soon as Jake came in the door. Goofy wide smile splitting his face as he made his way over to the table, but Jake couldnât bring the smile to his eyes. Heâd been ready for battle on the drive here, but now that he was inside he felt his resolve crumble a little. Heâd known him since they were in diapers, their moms had been debutantes together for god sake; what was he supposed to do if this ended sour?
Knocked loose from his thoughts as the waitress, Gladys, who was probably here when the town began, brought him a steaming cup of coffee and ruffled his hair. He could do this, he just needed to man up. Heâd fought in firefights thousands of miles in the sky, surely this would be easier.
âYouâve been here all summer and I swear it feels like weâve barely seen you brother, where the hell you been?â Gavin says as he digs into his breakfast, chomping away at his pancakes with no idea what bomb is about to be dropped on him.
Jake wipes his sweaty palms on the front of his jeans as he stares intently on his steaming mug, drawing a shaky breath and preparing for the worst.
âIâve uh- Iâve been seeing somebody. I know I shouldâve been better about keeping in touch, just kinda got caught up in it. Itâs why I asked you here bud, gotta talk to you about it before I explode if Iâm honest.â
Gavin stops his Joey Chestnut impression long enough to look over Jakeâs stoic exterior, and guffaws. Throws his head back and quite literally cackles.
âHa- oh shit man, Iâve been waiting on you to spill the beans on this shit. You should see your damn face âwe need to talk Gav, Iâm in love.â Hahaha goddamn, if Iâd known all it would take is my sister coming back into town to get you to settle down I'd have tried to play matchmaker years ago.â
Jake nearly drops his mug, eyes bugging out of his head.
âYou- you know?! Jesus Christ Gav, Iâve been losing my shit over this for days, way to bury the lead.â
âOh come on, you two havenât exactly been subtle. For someone who is supposedly a stealth pilot, you sure donât know how to hide a relationship. Also, if youâre going to fool around with her at mom and popâs, might want to remember the walls are paper thin. We found you guys out weeks ago dude.â He goes right back to destroying his plate, like the two of them had been talking about sports scores and not the fact that Jake was definitely fucking Gavinâs baby sister.
âYou donât need my permission, and you definitely have my approval if you were really that worried. Sheâs harbored a crush for years, doesnât surprise me in the least that she shot her shot. Just do me a favor, donât make her wait too long before you propose, sheâd probably say yes with a ring made out of napkins from the way she looks at you.â
He didnât make you wait long at all, and crazy as it all sounded to his squad back in Fightertown when he showed up at the end of block leave with a fiancĂ©e, they knew he was hooked from the minute you introduced yourself. You transferred hospitals and made the move to California, and made his empty bachelor pad a home with all your fancy appliances and skincare products he couldnât pronounce to save his life.
When you both had gotten all the boxes unpacked he laid you down in your shared bed and made love to you like he hoped heâd get to do for the rest of his life, he couldnât wait to start a life with you, and maybe a baby.. or 5, but that would be a whole other discussion for another day.
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Could I request a smau for ollie bearman with a famous actress and model who is the same age as him?
Sending you lots of love âĄ
CHARMED / OLLIE BEARMAN
ollie bearman x actress reader / SMAU FIC
FACE CLAIM / none!
WARNINGS /
reader is in the cast of the summer i turned pretty!
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@/gavincasalegno ate all of my gummy worms :( đđđ
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TEAM RADIO / SWEETERLOVERS - this request has been in my drafts for a while đ sorry for being so late to respond but hope you guys like it!
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Running Late
You had never really been in shape, it was only natural that you avoided certain places around here, then. Places like the gym and most notably... the park. It was especially bad in late fall, that was when your local college started up track. So... what did you do? Same thing you always did, avoid it to the best of your ability.
Unfortunately for you, your abilities weren't quite good enough to stop fate from intervening. As usual you began your morning commute. It was simple and you liked the nice cool morning air, especially in the fall. Unfortunately... there was construction. You didn't know about it and now you would be late. This was going to be awful...
Your job wasn't amazing but it paid well enough. One other thing... you had been late quite a bit before... you were on one of your last strikes. So what would you do now? You called your boss, telling them you would be late due to construction... just hoping they would understand. Of course, they did not. They told you to go right to their office when you came in. Nothing good about that. So frustrated, you began walking absentmindedly to your better route... You hadn't thought this through.
When getting to the park you realized it too late, especially with the help of some dumb guy walking up to you. Right at the entrance. He wore a pair of athletic shorts that showed off his physique. He looked a bit upset but hard to tell through his shades. "What? Are you one of the people trying out for track? You're late." He looked you up and down. You looked angry, he looked annoyed... nothing good would come out of this.
You sighed and looked at him, "Look, I'm late for-"
He nodded. "Alright alright, I can tell you're late. What's your name? Gavin? Okay, Gavin we're running through the park and nature trail. If you can make it through that in... thirty minutes or less you're on the team."
"What? No you didn-" Again you didn't get to finish before he blew the whistle in your face. Instinctively and oddly you began running. Maybe it was to get out of the situation or maybe something else... Either way you ran. It was tough, you were huffing and puffing as your arms swayed side to side. Your chest was heaving with every labored movement. Your shoes were definitely not cut out for this.
As you kept going you started cussing, it helped you through the pain. Just a bit further and you could get out of the park... You kept running and running. Cussing out your boss, cussing out your co-workers, cussing out your job. "Fuck this" and "Fuck that" everywhere. With every step, every stride your mouth felt sore, your lips felt numb, your chest burnt. You felt like you were dying... but it also felt relieving. Your chest started to pump out, any fat or saggy man tits getting firm if not a bit jiggly. You were burning fat. Fat turned to muscle. Your chin? Yeah it felt like it was burning but really it was reshaping. You needed better air flow as you ran. Your lips were much softer, your chin was much more manly.
You ran your hands through your hair, unaware of the changes going on in your body. You grew hair on your chest, not much but notable. Your hair, nicely styled for your shitty office job, blew in the wind, shaping to a more... simple and trendy style. Helped and had a little bounce. Your head reshaped a bit too... What was going on?
As you neared the turn to get out you just tossed your jacket off and kept running, right passed it! You tried to stop but your legs wouldn't It was like they needed to run... They were growing more muscular. You were getting more muscular. It was easier to breathe and run now. The movements you were making were better, more fitting of a runner who did this often. But your clothes were so restricting... You took off your shitty shirt and belt... but that still wasn't enough. You went down to your underwear... odd... it was now compression boxer briefs.
Your bulge bounced with every step, it grew in size and smell. You were starting to stink quite a bit... Must be the sweat. The scent was intoxicating. You were having trouble thinking of your job. What was it again? Fuck who cared running felt so good. You had passed like three guys so far! Shows them! And you were late!
Getting past a few more you heard some bros... or... guys? No bros felt way better on the brainage. Well either way they were laughing. By now you had caught up to them. "What's so funny?" Odd... you could hold conversation while laughing. One explained that you were doing better than expected. The other made fun of you for being new. He did mention you were doing well with hazing. Hazing? But you weren't even on the team. But before you knew it one sprinted off.
"Oh fuck no you don't!" You laughed and started to sprint after him. Your body was changing and mind solidifying.... and just as you got to the finish marker. You weren't yourself anymore but who cares. You beat that guy. He even shook your hand.
"Name's Hunter, what's yours rookie?"
He laughed as the coach came up to you. "God damn, Gavin. For someone so late I didn't think you had the grit." He patted your back and handed you a shirt. It was yours yeah? Yeah it had to be.
"Gavin, huh? Yeah I think you'll fit in well on varsity." Hunter smiled and started to walk off. "Think you can take the cooldown?" He smirked, smug of course.
You paused to try and think for a second before laughing and blurting out; "Cool down? I'm hardly done yet, dude!" With that Hunter nodded and you two ran again... Racing... Hunter had found a rival, you found purpose, not if only you could find where you left your pants...
Enjoy your new life, meathead.
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The Proposition
Summary:Â You've been at The Sanctuary for a while after Negan saved you. You're a virgin and more than anything you want Negan to be your first. Sick of waiting to be noticed, you go to him and tell him what you want.
Characters:Â Negan, the reader (OC, second person), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Laura, Gavin, etc.
AO3 Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/59682937
Warnings:Â 18+, Swearing, Smut, unprotected p in v, female reader, no use of Y/N, praise kink, loss of virginity, daddy kink, dirty talk, ice play, reader is in their 20s, etc.
Notes:Â This is day 7 to go with this kinktober list. The prompts this time were bitemarks, ice play and virgin. With this fic, I was a little sick of just flat out porn so I wanted to have it be sweeter. So it has more plot. Negan is more romantic and while he's still Negan with his mouth and actions, it's a more romantic...ish kinktober fic. PS, if you're allergic to peanut butter, I have the reader eat a peanut butter cup in this so I'm sorry if that offends you.
Everything around you was loud. But then again, people were always busy at The Sanctuary. You were seated in the dining hall to yourself. So many things had been on your mind lately and you never had any time to yourself to really think things over appropriately.
Hearing a stir, your eyes lifted to the second level seeing a few of The Saviors walking out near the ledge railing. Thatâs when your eyes fell on him. The man that people either loved or hated. There were no gray areas it seemed. And you understood both sides. However, with you, you swayed toward the side of actually liking Negan. When The Saviors were out on one of their runs a few months ago, you had been alone. They found you in an abandoned town, trapped with next to nothing. Everyone that had been with you had died and Negan was actually the person who had saved you. So people could say a lot of things about Negan and sometimes they were probably right. But you had a different experience with Negan.
Part of you was actually a little disappointed. There were certain women at The Sanctuary that Negan would bring back and ask to be his wives. That was what he referred to them as of course. You on the other hand, you wondered if he felt bad for you. Because unlike other people, he set you up with a room. Most people had to fight for that kind of thing. Or pay with their points that they earned. Sure, you were still working for points, but Negan had given you your own little apartment that had food and water in it. You were neither a Savior nor a wife. You were just there. Interactions with Negan were also incredibly rare. You tried to stand out to Negan and when you did catch his attention, it always got your heart kickstarted inside of your chest. Something about his smile drove you wild. It was safe to say you were incredibly attracted to Negan and not just because he saved your life. Looks wise, he was gorgeous. And personality? Well, he was arrogant and apparently? You were attracted to that too.
It was just disappointing that when he found you, he didnât have enough interest in you to make you one of his wives. You had sat with a table of women that gossiped a lot about things at The Sanctuary. There were a lot of crazy things people would talk about. Some would say he slept with the wives. Others would say that he was gay and the wives were just a front. It was a little all over the place. But one thing they brought up once was how big Neganâs manhood was. One of them had caught Negan coming out of the showers once and she couldnât stop talking about it. Of course people thought she was full of shit because they thought someone who was as arrogant as Negan was, he had to be making up for something he was lacking. But after that conversation, you found yourself staring a lot trying to determine what was honest.
There was one thing that you figured might have been a turn off in terms of yourself if Negan really was this ladies man that some people suggested that he was. You were a virgin. You had been alone for a long time and when the world fell to shit you were pretty tame in terms of things. But now that you were at The Sanctuary, your hormones were going crazy every time you saw Negan. A big part of you wanted Negan to be your first, but the fact that you rarely got his attention as it was made it hard for you to even approach Negan.
Your throat tensed up with Negan curling his fingers around the yellow railing looking down at the people below. There was a smile that tugged at his lips with Simon whispering something in his ear and you felt your throat go dry. God, you wanted him to notice you so fucking bad, but you knew that in a group this large? It was never going to happen. And if you hadnât been asked by Negan to be one of his wives yet, there was a strong chance that he had no interest in you.
Tapping his hands against the yellow bar, Negan nodded back toward his office and you felt disappointed. You were right. He didnât notice you. Finishing up your meal, you headed up to the second floor. That was where your room was and considering you got your work done for the day, you figured that you would just rest for what was left of it before you had to get started again.
As you made your way to your room, you stopped when you realized that Neganâs office door was open. A few of the men and women were standing around him. They were staring down at something that was spread out across the long table. Thinking things over, you felt both a rush of anxiety and bravery flood through your veins. You wanted to talk to Negan. Badly. But then again, he was surrounded by some of his top Saviors and they might punish you for interrupting them.
Stepping closer toward Neganâs office, you realized that the sudden sense of boldness you were feeling was just stupid. So you quickly stepped back and started to head back for your room. But then again, what if you did make your intentions known? The worst thing he could do was say no. And then you could work on shutting those feelings down instead of letting them linger.
Taking slow steps back toward Neganâs office, you stopped when you got to the door. Clearing your throat, you moved into the office and knocked faintly at the opened door. Well shit. A rush of panic flooded through your veins when every single one of the Saviors lifted their heads to stare out at you in confusion. They were all waiting on you, including Negan who had one eyebrow arched in curiosity. It was then that you noticed just beyond the map that they were looking at, on the edge of the table was Neganâs bat Lucille.
âWhat?â Simon snapped waving his hand about when you nervously moved forward into the room.
âCan IâŠcan I speak with Negan?â you wondered, shoving your hands into your pockets nervously.
âAnything you have to say to Negan, you can say to us,â Regina stressed to you, standing up straight and moving forward from where she had been standing beside Negan. It was then you realized that Neganâs main lieutenants and council were who was in that room with him.
âNot exactly?â you breathed out, your voice quiet and you could tell that your answer annoyed The Saviors, but it amused Negan who had his hazel eyes locked on you. Resting back in his chair, Negan clicked his tongue at the top of his mouth and it made you shrug. âItâs personal.â
âNothing is personal in The Sanctuary,â Dwight suggested from where he was standing beside Simon who nodded. âYou arenât a Savior, you donât deserve respect. So either you tell us what you want or get the fuck out of here.â
âDwighty boy!â Neganâs voice boomed, letting out a tsking sound and wiggling his finger about. âLetâs be nice to the lady. I do agree that anything she has to say to me can be said in front of my Saviors, but you donât have to be a dick.â
âYeah. Donât be a dick Dwight,â Simon muttered under his breath, mocking Dwight when he playfully smacked his hand upside Dwightâs head who grunted.
âSo what is it?â Laura threw her hands up in the air with all of their attention on you.
âI just wanted to ask him something,â you stressed, not sure you wanted to outright say what it was that you wanted.
âThen ask,â Simon hissed having you let out a nervous breath. Silence followed. How could you say this and not be embarrassed? âNegan, come on.â
âI want to have sex with Negan,â you blurt out, just letting it escape your lips. And by the expressions on everyoneâs face, you suddenly felt ridiculous for letting it slip like that.
âWell goddamn,â Negan snickered, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A few of the other Saviorsâ faces had gone pale when Negan wiggled his fingers to beckon you closer into the office. âYou are not what I pictured! You are very fucking forward. I like that. I like that a lot.â
Nodding your head once, you felt like the room was spinning around you and you swallowed down hard. Standing up from where he was seated, you felt your face get hot when Negan dragged his zipper down in his pants, âSo you wanna do it right here?â
Your eyes dropped to Neganâs pants and your mouth went dry. Why did that just turn you on so fucking much? Thinking things over, you lifted your stare and saw that Neganâs hazel eyes were staring out at you expectantly. Starting to unhook his belt, Negan made a dramatic expression and held his hand out.
âI can take you right here,â Negan pointed to the table, his thick eyebrows bouncing in amusement. âI donât think The Saviors would complain much. Itâs been a long time since theyâve had a good show.â
âI donâtâŠâ you looked between all The Saviors that were there. There were those that looked uncomfortable with the idea. Such as Gavin, Laura, Dwight and a few others. And then there were those like Simon that looked like he was all in for that idea. âI donât want to do it like that.â
âNo?â Negan frowned, tipping his head from side to side when he started to pull his belt back together. Following that, he pulled his zipper back up and snorted. Dropping down into his chair again, he kicked his feet up on the table and shrugged. âYou got me all excited for nothing.â
âIâmâŠsorry?â you exhaled loudly realizing that everyoneâs eyes were still on you. âCan we please just talk alone for a minute? I swear I wonât take up much of your time.â
Silence followed. It seemed like Negan was thinking it over, his dimples sucking in when he gazed over you and shrugged, âI donât know. Are you gonna make it worth my time?â
âMaybe?â you didnât know what to say to that and Simon scoffed in disbelief.
âWell what if you bore me? Then it would all be a waste of time,â Negan stammered, waving his hand about in the air dramatically.
âIâll show you my breasts?â you offered, immediately regretting it when you said it realizing that it probably sounded ridiculous. Why were you suddenly soâŠforward?
âDeal,â Negan snorted, circling his finger to point at The Saviors and motion for them to leave the room. âI get the feeling she doesnât want to flash her breasts in front of the rest of you motherfuckers. So if you will, please give us a few moments. Iâm not gonna turn down the chance to see a pair of titties.â
God, did he really just refer to your breasts as titties? He was immature as fuck. And yet? You were still attracted to him.
A few of The Saviors were leaving the room, but there were a few stragglers. Specifically Simon who had stopped before he left, âWhy do I have to go?â
âI already made the deal Simon. And it didnât involve you. Everyone get the hell out and close the door behind you,â Negan demanded, hooking his fingers together in his lap. Once the door closed, Negan looked to you expectantly and flashed you a big smile. âSoâŠâ
You went to step forward, but Negan made a whistling sound and shook his head. Motioning you to stay where you were, Negan dragged his tongue out across his bottom lip and hummed to himself, âYou promised to show me your breasts. You go first so that way you canât back out of it after weâve had the conversation that you want.â
âSeriously?â you felt a rush go to your head and you felt kind of embarrassed. You werenât exactly dressed spectacular and you didnât even know if Negan would really make you go through with it. With a very dramatic nod, Neganâs eyelids grew heavy and he gave you an expecting glance.
Swallowing down hard, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and Negan held his finger up to stop you, âIâll tell you when you can cover up.â
Mustering up as much confidence as you could, you started to lift the bottom of your shirt up over your abdomen. Neganâs eyes followed the movement of your shirt and when you got to your bra, you hooked your fingers into that as well. The cool chill of the air around you had you releasing a shuddering breath when you pulled the material up over your body right to the bottom of your neck.
Negan didnât say anything. His eyes were just gazing upon you and you couldnât tell if he liked what he saw or not. Gradually, a smile tugged at his handsome features and he tipped his head to the side, âThatâs a nice pair of tits. They look good on you.â
âThanks,â you slurred, your pulse leaping in your throat with Neganâs eyes still focused on your body.
âSo you want to have sex with me, huh?â Negan questioned, his eyebrows bouncing up and for the first time, his eyes lifted from your bare breasts to connect with yours. âHow old are you?â
âIâm in my twenties,â you explained wishing the room was a bit warmer because you could feel your nipples growing hard. Well, you assumed it was from the temperature of the room. But it might have been the fact you were like this in front of Negan and in a weird fashion, it was turning you on.
âOkay,â Negan replied back leaving you to wonder how long he wanted you to stand there like this. âWell your tits are definitely a pair Iâd like to play with for a while. So I canât see your offer being a bad one. My dick is hard now. Do you wanna just fuck right here?â
âIs that what you want?â your eyes lowered down toward his pants in attempts to get a look at his body. It had him snapping his fingers to get you to look back at him with him pointing toward his eyes as if it was offensive you were looking there.
âI would have happily plowed you in front of The Saviors,â Negan reminded you with a half laugh, shrugging his shoulders. âI like when a woman isnât afraid to tell you what they want. That turns me the fuck on. I never saw you as the type, but thatâs okay. I like to be fucking surprised.â
Every word out of Neganâs mouth was annunciated in a very dramatic manner. Hearing that had the room spinning around you, âTell me what you like.â
âWhat I like?â you repeated feeling your face flushing over with heat. Would you tell him the truth? You were a virgin. You didnât know what the hell you liked. Or would you lie?
âYeah. Sexually,â Negan stammered, shrugging his shoulders when he spoke. âDo you like it rough? Do you like anal? Can I finger your asshole while I fuck you? Is your favorite position face down with your ass in the air? Do you want to be fucked so hard that my balls smack against your clit?â
Your lips parted and it made him snicker. You must have gone flush, âor are you more of aâŠI want to ride your cock kind of girl? Itâs hard to read. Because when I found you, I thought you would be the innocent type. You seemed shy. Then you come in here asking for sex and I donât know what to think. Do you ask every man that you want to have sex with to sleep with you like that?â
âI uhâŠâ this was it. This was where you had to determine whether you were going to be honest with him or not. âCan I put my shirt down?â
âNot yet. Answer the question,â Negan demanded, his eyes dropping back down toward your breasts again.
âIâve never had sex,â you answered honestly with Neganâs smile gradually fading. God, you shouldnât have been honest with him. Forcing himself to look away from you, Neganâs response to your answer made you regret it. âIâm willing to do whatever you want though.â
âPut your shirt down,â Negan demanded and you did as you were told. Silence surrounded you both. Now Negan wouldnât even look at you. Taking the hint, you nodded and started to head for the door, but he called out to you. âWhere are you going? Take a seat.â
Glancing back over your shoulder at Negan, you saw that he was pointing toward the seat that was closest to him at the side of the long table. Obeying, you were careful in the way you slowly lowered yourself down.
âYouâre a virgin?â he confirmed with you, but you didnât know if you wanted to focus on that now since it seemed to turn him off. Well, you were doomed now. Best to be honest. Nodding once had Negan biting down on his bottom lip. âIn your twenties?â
Suddenly you felt embarrassed when you looked away from Negan. You said nothing. Yeah. It wasnât like you were a church girl or someone incredibly innocent, life just didnât work out for you and you were more so focused on studies and working than you were having a party life.
âAnd you want me to take your virginity?â Negan pushed further at the subject. You still werenât looking at him, you just nodded. âWhy?â
âI like you,â you answered honestly, your confidence not as much as before with his response to your truth about being a virgin.
âWhy?â he asked again. This time he was a bit firmer with his words.
âYouâre good looking. I mean, anyone with eyes could see that. Iâm very attracted to you,â you explained and as you spoke Negan unhurriedly pulled his legs down from the table. Each foot hit the ground hard with his boots making an echo in the empty room. âAnd? You saved me. You took me in. You took care of me when no one else did. I almost died and you were my hero.â
Hearing that had Neganâs hazel eyes lifting to yours and his eyes narrowed, âI donât think youâd hurt me. And if you did? Iâd be glad that it was you that it happened with because I donât want to lose it to someone else. Youâre really the first person Iâve had an interest in since the world fell to shit. I like you. A lot. And I want you to do whatever you want to me.â
âI see,â Negan leaned back into his chair and he seemed deep in contemplation. âYeah. Okay. Tonight after Iâm done doing all the shit I have to, Iâll come to your room. Around nightfall. Tomorrow? Youâll no longer be a virgin. So you wonât have that stigma hanging around your head.â
âTonight?â you felt excited that he said yes. Giving you a small nod had you standing up from the bed. âOkay.â
âHey,â Negan called out when you headed to the door. You knew that if it was tonight that he wanted to do it, you would have to prepare for things. Standing up from where he was seated, Negan undid the zipper of his leather jacket. Reaching for the bottom of the white shirt he was wearing, he lifted his shirt up right under his chest revealing his naked torso to you. âSince you showed me yours, I figured I would show you mine. Just to help carry you over for tonight.â
You couldnât help but laugh at the amused expression that was over Neganâs features with his nose wrinkling. Taking a good look over his torso, you knew that you would much rather see it up close since you spotted the tattoo that covered his pectoral muscle.
âThose look good on you,â you couldnât help but mirror what he said eliciting a snort from Negan who gave a firm nod. âI like what I see.â
âThank you,â Negan looked down over his abdomen and then slowly lifted his head to give you a wink. âIâm proud of them. So Iâm glad that you like them.â
âYou can lower your shirt now,â you smirked making Negan laugh and give you a single nod.
âYes maâam,â Negan grumbled under his breath and it took your breath away. Lowering his shirt, Negan gave you a single wink and then dropped back down into his chair. âYou can have The Saviors come back in by the way.â
âHow am I going to find all of them?â you reached for the door wondering where each of them would go.
âOh honey, they never left,â Negan stressed to you leaving you to open the door. Upon opening the door, you felt a rush of frustration flooding your veins seeing that every single one of them had been pressed up against the door or near in trying to listen in on what was happening. Everyone except for Dwight and Laura that was. Dwight was probably irritated and Laura was just trying to give you your space.
âNice,â you growled under your breath, pushing through them to get out of the office. Why werenât you surprised at all by that?
A mixture of fear and excitement flooded through your veins. You really didnât have anything spectacular in terms of clothes, so you spent the points you did have to get a really nice set of lingerie for Negan that you hoped heâd like. The colors you had focused on were red and black, but ultimately went with the black since thatâs what Negan put his wives in. Youâd have to not eat very well for the next few days, but you wanted to make him happy. You had also grabbed a pair of leather cuffs. The person you got them from probably thought you were a bit of a freak, but with what you heard about Negan? You wanted to be prepared and give him what he wanted. You wanted to make a good impression. You showered, used the perfume that you still had from your personal items when you came here and then put on the lingerie. Â
At nightfall, you waited, laid stretched out on the bed waiting for Negan. Again, you wanted to be sexy for Negan. Give him a reason to appreciate you and not regret agreeing to this whole thing. It was a while after nightfall by the time you heard a knock at your door. You had gotten nervous that he didnât want to do this whole thing after he considered it.
Curling your arms behind your head, you cleared your throat and did your best to pose sexy as you beckoned him into your room. As the door opened, Neganâs expression became more so amused when he entered your bedroom seeing the way you were.
âWow,â he snickered, closing the door behind him and tipping his head to the side. âDid you have that?â
âI bought it today for you with the points that I earned,â you explained arching your back up attempting to bring attention to your breasts. âDo you like it?â
âI do,â Negan muttered, sucking on his bottom lip and moving to the bottom of the bed. Gazing you over, he looked beside the bed and saw the leather cuffs that were sitting on the nightstand. âWhat are those?â
âI got those too,â you pulled yourself up unhurriedly into a seated position. Reaching for the cuffs, you handed them to Negan who accepted them and looked them over with a smirk. âPeople gossip and say things, you know? So I figured youâd like those.â
âPeople gossip?â Negan repeated, sitting down on the edge of the bed spinning the handcuffs around his finger. Sliding in closer to Negan, you started to caress at his shoulders eliciting a heavy exhale to fall from his lips. âWhat do the people say?â
âIt depends on who you ask,â you responded, doing your best to get Negan to relax. Depositing a kiss over the side of his neck had a sharp exhale falling from his lips. Dragging your hands across his chest had him leaning further back into you. Using that moment, you pushed your hands down over his abdomen and he groaned out. Fuck, that was actually really hot. âSomeone mentioned you being reallyâŠbig.â
Brazenly, you dropped your hand to the center of Neganâs pants palming in over his pants. It had a raspy moan following and it had chills running down your spine that you could draw something that sexy out of a man you were this attracted to.
Surprise filled your body with Neganâs fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop you from touching him, âDoes a big dick really matter to a virgin?â
Negan looked over his shoulder to connect his eyes with yours and you shrugged, âI imagine it feels better.â
âYouâre a virgin. I hate to break it to you, but it will hurt the first time a cock goes inside of you. Whether itâs big or average sized. Depending on the person youâre with, itâs either gonna hurt a lot or itâs gonna be uncomfortable until you start to get used to it and it feels good. Youâre gonna need someone to relax you. Prepare you and it feels like you just want me to fuck the shit outta you.â
Standing up from the bed, Negan shoved his hands into his pockets after tossing the cuffs onto the bed, âWhere in the porn hub loving instructional guide did you come up with this stuff?â
A laugh fell from Neganâs throat and you felt embarrassed again. You didnât know whether you should cover up or not as you slid back on the bed, âNow donât get me wrong, I appreciate the lingerie, but whatever you spent on this Iâll make sure they give you back the points. Losing your virginity shouldnât be about making me happy. It should be about making you comfortable and giving you an experience that isnât a terrible one. Having me cuff you and fuck you raw is not gonna be the optimal experience. It may be on porn hub or in those racy romance novels, but itâs not realistic. Is that what you really think Iâm like?â
âCan you blame me after the way you talked earlier?â you reminded him of how he talked to you before you revealed to him that you were a virgin. âYou sounded like someone right out of a porno asking me what I liked.â
âWell thatâs when I thought you were a little slutty,â Negan defended himself, placing his hand over the center of his chest. âBut youâre not. Not that I would have a problem with anyone being slutty. I mean, I have no right to judge. Slutty can be sexy, but youâre also sexy the way that you are.â
âIâm confused,â you announced, your heart racing at the idea of what he was saying. âSo do you want to have sex or not?â
âJust put your clothes on,â Negan ordered, spinning his finger around in a circle. It had you confused and somewhat disappointed. âWeâre still gonna have sex, but not like this. Not like something right out of a porno.â
Getting up, you headed over toward your dresser, but Negan cleared his throat, âYou can leave the lingerie on underneath though. I doâŠI do actually really like those.â
Well at least that was a success. Getting dressed in a sundress that you had, you wanted to make sure that you were wearing as little as possible for Negan to take off when the time came. Holding his hand out for you as you approached, you accepted Neganâs hand and were surprised by his actions. This was not the man that the women gossiped about in The Sanctuary. Chivalry actually existed in some fashion with Negan. Â
Leading you out of your room, Negan led you to the stairs at The Sanctuary which surprised you since you knew that Neganâs room was on the same level as yours. Following Negan carefully up the steps, you wanted to ask questions, but you didnât. Once he reached the roof, Negan pushed open the door to reveal that there was a bonfire that he had set up with two chairs not too far away from it.
âA night out under the stars?â you looked to Negan who flashed you a big cheesy smile while he held the door open for you.
âAfter you my dear,â Negan growled, holding his hand out and motioning you toward the area that was set up. Once he closed the door behind him, Negan held his hand out to you leading you over toward the area to sit down. He made sure you sat first before taking a seat beside you. âItâs a little chilly, but the sky is full of stars and I thought maybe you would want to talk first.â
âSuddenly I regret wearing this dress,â you confessed with a tiny laugh and it had Negan looking you over. There was a chill in the air and if you would have known you may have grabbed a longer shirt to throw over the dress. Getting up from his seat, Negan started to shimmy out of his leather jacket and you immediately shook your head when he motioned you to stand up. âNo, I couldnâtâŠâ
âYou can and you will,â Negan commented firmly. By the expression on his face, you knew what he wanted, so you gave it to him. Accepting the gesture, you allowed him to help you put the jacket on you before lowering down. Negan waited for you to sit before he sat himself. Pulling the jacket in closer to you, you actually enjoyed the way that it smelled because it smelled clean and fresh. Also the scent of whatever cologne he wore was lingering over the jacket and it was amazing. You hadnât really been this up close and personal to Negan to be able to smell him before. âBetter?â
âMuch,â you nodded your head with Negan leaning back and looking up toward the sky. âYouâre not what I thought you were.â
âIâm probably exactly who you think I am, but there are just other parts to me that people donât take the time to know,â Negan huffed, dropping his head dramatically and turning it to look at you. âI know itâs my own fault, but Iâm not the kind of guy that finds out someone is a virgin and then I fucking destroy their pussy so they never enjoy sex again.â
It made you smile to hear Negan talking like that, âI am curious what people say about me though. Who are you hearing stuff from?â
âWomen gossip,â you explained, sliding your chair in closer to the fire. You werenât going to give out names, but then again, you really didnât know their names. âIâve heard people say you are this sex fiend that will fuck anything and everything that moves. That your wives are your sex slaves that you come and grab whenever youâre horny and want to fuck.â
A deep rumble of a laugh fell from Neganâs throat, his fingers grasping tightly to the edges of the chair that he was seated in, âThey are a status symbol.â
âCome again,â you exhaled loudly with Neganâs eyebrows bouncing up.
âI donât have sex with them. I mean, Iâve had sex with a few of them, but it wasnât the whole youâre my sex slave and Iâm coming to pick you today thing you just said,â Negan waved his hand about, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. âIâm okay with people thinking that though. When you think of a man in power, a king, all of them had lots of wives. Itâs a status symbol. People look up to you and admire you. Want to be like you. So they listen, get into line having hopes of being like you one day if you take them under your wing.â
âOh,â you breathed out, surprised to hear him talking like that. âThatâs kind of lame, you know that right?â
âIâm a man, Iâm kind of lame,â Negan stressed with a rumbling laugh, shaking his head when he reached out for one of the things that was set up beside his chair.
âWhich ones?â you wondered getting Negan to look back at you. âWhich ones have you slept with?â
âYou really wanna know that?â Negan stammered, the bridge of his nose wrinkling. When you nodded, he sat back and you realized that he had the ingredients to make smores in his hands. âWell, before I was here, I was in a group of people. Dwight and Sherry were part of that group. And the two of us had an affair. Although, sex with her lately is not really a thing. Sheâs hot, but her attitude sucks. I think she likes having the power that comes with being a wife. And I let her have it. I donât really know why. And then I had sex with Frankie. Before she was a wife, I was really into the whole she was a massage therapist thing. I wanted a massage, an innocent one at first and she just kind of crawled on top of me andâŠâ
âI can picture the rest,â you held your hand up to stop him and it made Negan snort. âThen why are you soâŠI donât know? Protective and dickish about them? People think you abuse them. Rape them by coercion.â
âYou canât rape someone if you arenât fucking them,â Negan responded an annoyed breath escaping his throat. âI donât rape people. If someone doesnât want to have sex with me, they donât. When I ask these women to be my wives, Iâm giving them special treatment. They receive things that most people donât. They donât have to work for it. They donât have to fuck me. They just have to sit there and look pretty. Do what I ask. No one is hurting them. Iâve never laid a finger on them. And Iâm certainly not fucking them against their will. Tonya, I have an appreciation for a professional chef. Amber, she wanted favors and you know that people would find a girl like Amber beautiful. Frankie, my back is shit. There is a trait each one of them has that I appreciate having in my back pocket and itâs not their lady bits.â
âI see,â you watched while Negan put together a smore. You saw him unwrapping a peanut butter cup and he went to put it on the smore before thinking twice.
âAre you allergic?â Negan inquired, pointing to it. Shaking your head had him letting out a thankful breath before continuing to put together his version of a smore. âDonât go telling people that Iâm not as bad as I seem, okay?â
âDeal,â you snickered, watching as he worked to roast the marshmallow over the fire. âWhy didnât you make me one of your wives?â
âSorry?â Negan didnât seem to be too focused on what you were asking working to put together a smore. Handing it out to you, he gave you another big smile as you accepted it from him. With the melted marshmallow over his fingers, he sucked at the tips of them and sighed.
âWhy didnât you make me one of your wives?â you repeated your question and it seemed to make Negan nervous when he started to construct his smore. âAm I not appealing to you?â
âI can find something attractive in pretty much anyone, Iâm not particular,â Negan informed you with a long exhale, his eyes gazing over you in a moment of longing. âBut I do find you very attractive. So it has nothing to do with that.â
âThen what did it have to do with?â you inquired since you had felt kind of worried about the whole thing to begin with.
âI like you,â Negan answered, his lips parting after he started to roast his marshmallow. âI donât often get to be someoneâs hero. The way you looked at me when I brought you here? Itâs been a long time since someone looked at me in a positive light. I think Iâm helping people here, but you? I actually did protect you. I kept you safe. You wouldnât look at me like that anymore if I made you one of the wives. The less you knew about me, the better because the more you knew me the higher the chance that you might start to hate me.â
That took your breath away. In that moment you wanted to do nothing more than to kiss him. Grasping at Neganâs jaw, you pulled him in toward you and brought your lips together. Your quickness surprised him, but he didnât turn away the kiss. No, he was welcoming to it. Leaning in closer to you over the arm of the chair. You let it linger with Negan turning it into small kisses at your bottom lip.
As you separated, Negan dragged his thumb across your bottom lip with a hum, âI donât want the way you look at me to change.â
âIt wonât,â you hushed him, turning in to press a kiss over his pulse point.
âYou canât promise that,â Negan stated with a frown, using his free hand to sweep his fingers down over your jawline. âIâm not a good man. I will let you down. The further youâre away from me, the better.â
âIâd rather be let down than to never share moments with you,â you explained with a sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation of his rough fingertips tracing over your features. Another sweet, delicate kiss was pressed at your lips before Negan sat back in his chair again. Taking a bite of your smores, you hummed and gave a nod. âI like the addition of the peanut butter cups.â
âI really like peanut butter,â Negan confessed taking a big bite of his sweet treat that he had made for himself. âIâm sorry for making you flash me your tits earlier.â
âI offered,â you couldnât help but laugh, finishing off your snack with Negan chuckling underneath his breath. âPlus, you flashed me your tits so I think weâre equal.â
âItâs not the same,â Negan insisted with an amused rumble, outstretching his hand to loosely hook his fingers with yours. âI liked that it made you smile though.â
The two of you continued to talk about random odds and ends with Negan getting to learn more about you before you both agreed to leave. Negan didnât say much as he led you down the stairs. When you passed your room, you knew that Negan was leading you to his bedroom and that excited you. Pushing open the door, Negan looked inside as if to make sure something was right before allowing you in.
Stepping into his bedroom took your breath away. The only light that filtered through the room was that of many candles that had been lit. At the center of the bed were a rose pedals and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket on the nightstand.
âYou slammed me for my porn hub fantasy, but this is something right out of a cheesy romance film,â you commented, sucking in a sharp breath of air with Negan moving in behind you to place his hands in over your hips. The roughness of his short beard tickled at the side of your neck with his lips descending over your flesh.
âShut up, you fucking love it,â Negan chuckled against your neck and it sent chills down your spine. âLosing your virginity like this is so much better than what you thought you needed to do.â
âUnless we burn down the place,â you teased, turning in Neganâs arms to tip up on your toes to meet him in a passionate sweep that had you purring against his perfect lips. Pushing his fingers up underneath his leather jacket, Negan let it drop at your feet. Palming down over your arms, Negan took his time to trace over your body having you a shuddering mess by the time his hands met yours to hook your fingers together.
Pulling you close, Negan allowed your head to rest at the center of his chest where you listened to the sound of his steady heartbeat. Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way it sounded. It made you feel comfortable and in his arms you felt safe.
Soft strokes of Neganâs fingers were felt at the back of your head before tracing down over the lengths of your back. He was doing what he could to soothe and comfort you. Locking his eyes with yours, Negan started to work your dress up over your body. Helping him get it off, you felt your body tremoring once you were standing before him in your lingerie again.
Taking the initiative, you shakily reached out to grab the bottom of Neganâs white t-shirt. Raising it up his body, you stopped when you reached his arms and he gave you a weak smile. Lifting his arms up, he helped you get the perfectly clean shirt from his body where you dropped it beside your dress. Closing the distance, you flattened your palms out over the center of Neganâs chest. Sliding them out toward his shoulders had his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. This gave you time to appreciate his body and actually get to look at it. Tracing over the tattoo that was on his pectoral muscle, you couldnât help but be in awe of his body. You actually appreciated the hidden tattoos that you didnât know were there originally.
âIâm not the typical romance novel lover,â Negan informed you with a bob of his head and you smirked. Dragging your fingers through the dark curls of hair that covered his chest down lower toward his navel and back again had his breathing growing loud.
âYouâre my perfect version,â you assured him, sweeping your fingers over the soft fleshy part of his abdomen just beneath his bellybutton.
âYou take my breath away,â Negan reached for your hand to bring it up over the center of his chest. Grasping it tightly, Negan closed the distance between the two of you and swallowed down hard. Bringing your lips together again, you parted your lips allowing his tongue to brush in against yours. The taste of the sweet snack lingered and it made you hum.
âYou taste sweet,â you muttered against his lips which made him smile. Working your hands down, you started to pull apart the belt in Neganâs pants. Not rushing, you knew you wanted to drag this out. Negan wanted the same thing. By the time you got his pants undone, you slid your fingers up over Neganâs lower abdomen toward his sides and then came to a stop at his lower back. Pushing into the material had it falling to his ankles. Sliding your palms over his small bottom had him groaning out with you grasping firmly to it.
âCome here,â Negan growled, hooking his arms around you to have you falling in against his chest. Sliding his hands down over your back toward your bottom, he did a similar movement as you, testing the flesh in his large palms. âWe match.â
Stealing a glance between the two of you, you noticed from the light that was there that he was wearing black boxer briefs. Giving him a nod, you began to press kisses over his jawline, down over his neck and toward the center of his chest.
âNo,â Negan slurred, reaching for you and carefully urging you back up to him. Managing to kick out of his boots and swiftly pull off his socks, Negan led you over toward the bed and lowered you down at the center of it. âI want this to be perfect for you. There is not a lot of that in the world anymore.â
âPerfect is having you Negan,â you stressed to him how you felt and it genuinely made him smile. Not an arrogant smile like you were used to. One that expressed a sense of feeling good about himself.
âDo you want any champagne?â Negan wondered eliciting a giggle from you as he crawled in over you. âWhat?â
âNot now. I just want you,â you explained, caressing up over his chest toward his shoulders to hook your hands behind his neck. It drew him to you with you stealing a desperate kiss from his lips. Carefully laying in beside you, Negan continued to kiss you with his fingers caressing up over your thigh.
For a while the two of you just kissed. Getting used to one another. And you liked it. Even if this was all you got today, you didnât think you would be disappointed. The way that Negan touched you and made you feel like the center of his world was phenomenal. Itâs not what you expected from Negan, but you were happy with this surprise.
âYou are so fucking beautiful,â Negan breathed against your lips, his fingers trailing up from your navel up between the valley of your breasts. Hovering his lips over yours, Negan smiled and urged you to lift up slightly so he could reach around you to unhook your bra. As soon as the material parted, you lowered back down to the bed letting Negan tug at the material. Getting it down your arms, he dropped it beside the bed and then gave you a smile. Unhurriedly, he slid his palm across the underside of your breasts. Cupping softly at one of them, Negan kissed faintly at your bottom lip and hummed. When his thumb ran across your nipple, you arched up into his touch. The sensation swept circles around it bringing it to a hard nub. Chills ran down your spine, your lips parted and a whimpering sound escaped your throat. âAre you okay?â
Giving Negan a nod, you knew that you were nervous, but you didnât need to tell him that. Lowering down, Negan started to pepper kisses at your jawline, down over your neck and toward your collarbone. Chills flooded through your body, soft pants escaping you while you caressed at the back of Neganâs head. Moving in over you, Negan braced his weight to keep you comfortable as he started to press kisses between your breasts. Kissing everywhere had you arching up toward him and by the time his mouth covered your breast you moaned out. Glancing up at you with his hazel eyes, Negan made sure you were comfortable while his mouth and tongue pampered that breast before moving to the other.
Stroking down over Neganâs long back and then back up again, you were in total awe of Negan. It seemed like he was enjoying himself while he pampered your breasts with kisses. With a final slurping sound, Negan lifted his head and his eyes looked beyond you to the bucket of ice that was holding the champagne. Reaching out, he grabbed a piece of ice and you gasped when a few drops of the water covered your flesh.
âCold?â he smirked, the bridge of his nose wrinkling when you gave a nod. Sucking in a sharp breath, you prepared yourself when Negan brought down his hand to lightly trace shapes over your flesh with the piece of ice he was holding. Keeping his eyes hooked on yours, Negan traced the ice over your nipple having you cry out with the sensation. A wolfish smile tugged at his lips when he pulled the ice away. Covering your breast with his mouth allowed a vast contrast between the cold and the warmth of his tongue. Slurping at your flesh, Negan repeated the motion on your other breast having you a whimpering mess beneath him. Nipping at your skin, Negan hummed and started to trace shapes down over your ribcage toward your belly button. âGood girl.â
Trembling beneath Negan, your lips parted with Negan returning what was left of the ice. Placing his hand back over your lower abdomen, Negan kept his eyes locked on yours when he started to push it down between your thighs. Your lips parted, a small whimper escaping you when he fully palmed in over your warmth.
Dropping your head to watch him caressing at your body had your heart hammering inside of your chest, but Negan hushed you and urged you to look back to him, âI want you to keep looking at me. Donât watch that.â
So you obeyed. You locked your eyes with his, a gasp escaping you when he lifted his hand for a moment to press his fingers beneath your black panties that you had specifically worn for him. The direct contact of his rough fingertips with your sensitive flesh had your hips arching up toward him. There was something about the way that Negan looked at you that made you feel like the only person in the world in that moment and you loved the feelings it brought forth from inside of you.
âIf you ever get uncomfortable at any point tonight, just let me know and weâll stop,â Negan instructed, his fingers tracing slowly up over the lengths of your sex and it had you cooing out. Nodding, you knew that you werenât going to be asking him to stop regardless of how things went tonight. You wanted this and you wanted this bad. Nothing was going to stop you from having it. Getting up to his knees, Negan hooked his fingers into your panties, unhurriedly tugging them down your body. Even then, he never took his eyes off yours wanting to watch your every reaction to things. Dropping your panties beside the bed, Negan returned to caress at your calf muscle up toward your thigh. âYouâre fucking perfect. Yâknow that?â
âIâm happy with anything as long as Iâm yours,â you knew that sounded probably very dramatic, but you didnât care. Plus, he seemed to enjoy the answer you gave him when he lowered back closer to you to steal another lingering, passionate kiss from your lips that progressed into a dominant one with his tongue brushing against yours.
âCan I kiss you somewhere else?â Negan slurred against your flesh. The question alone made you shake and you gave him another nod. Peppering kisses over your body again, he started at the side of your neck, over your chest and toward your lower abdomen. This time he went beyond down over your hip, toward your thigh and near the inside of your knee while he pushed at your thighs to give himself enough room to lower down onto his stomach. With him so close to the most personal parts of your body, you felt nervous. This was everything you wanted and more, but this was definitely a first for you. âJust relax. Iâm a professional.â
The smile Negan gave you took your breath away with him urging your thighs up. He lowered himself between them. Wet kisses started at the inside of your thigh and he was slow to progress them toward your sex. With the first drag of his tongue across your folds, it had you shaking. Occasionally Negan would lift his eyes to watch your reaction to things as he would drag his tongue up and then down. Repeating the movements until his lips latched faintly to your clit suckling at the flesh.
âNegan,â you purred out his name, your hand lowering to brush your fingers through his hair. Humming out against your body, Neganâs tongue circled your sensitive bundle of nerves and it had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Biting down on your bottom lip, you couldnât take your eyes off him while he pleasured you. The short stubble of his beard added to the friction against your flesh and you were addicted to the feeling. Involuntarily, your hips rocked against him very much enjoying the way it felt having him kissing, suckling and licking at your flesh.
âGood?â Negan leaned back with a wet sound, dragging his tongue out across his lips releasing a moan himself at the way you tasted. You couldnât form words. That was pretty much impossible, so you gave him another nod. It made him smile before lowering back down to continue what he was doing. The amount of pressure he was using with his mouth had your heart hammering inside of your chest and you dropped your head back. Your thighs were shaking against Negan and you felt him reaching for your hands to hook his fingers with yours. Moaning out, your eyes slammed shut. The sound of Negan groaning against your flesh added to the sensation with you shaking further against him. Squeezing tighter at Neganâs fingers, you couldnât believe how good it actually felt. âThatâs it.â
Lifting your head, your breathing was broken with the room spinning around you. Negan had just brought you to your first orgasm and it was incredible. Breath taking. But he wasnât done. His right hand pulled from yours, his fingers tracing lines from your entrance to your clit before back again. Teasing his fingertips at your entrance, Negan lifted his eyes up to watch you when his index finger sank into you. Just like everything else, this was slow drawing you to coo out and moan out his name. His eyelids grew heavy with want, his lips parting and a muscle flexing in his jaw with how tight you were from this alone. Starting off slow, he started to finger you watching your every reaction to it. Whining out when he added a second finger made him moan before he lowered his head again to start suckling at your clit to add to the sensation of him fingering you.
Flicks of his tongue had your hips rocking against him and the steady pace of his fingers thrusting into you felt like nothing you had ever experienced before. This was amazing and you loved every bit of it. The sounds he was drawing out from within you were loud and seemed to make him moan against your sensitive flesh while he pleasured you. You didnât know if you should be embarrassed from how loud you were being, but he didnât seem to mind.
There was a certain spot inside of you that as soon as Negan kept caressing at it with his fingertips, it had you a shaking mess beneath him. Once you started reacting a certain way? Negan picked up on it immediately and continued at the same tempo he had set with his fingers. Switching between suckling and licking at your clit.
âNegan, I feel like Iâm going toâŠâ before you could say anything else, your hips shakily pulled up and away from him. Groaning out, Negan still kept his fingers wrapped around your thighs while you tremored against him. Your heart felt like it was about to pound right out of your chest. It was the closest you felt to passing out with your thighs tremoring. âI am so sorry.â
âDonât be,â Negan snickered, trailing kisses up over your inner thigh and toward your hip when he crawled back in over you. âThatâs supposed to happen. Itâs a sign of a job well done. Not every man can make you do that and not every woman has that kind of orgasm.â
âFuck,â you lifted your head to look between the two of you trying to catch your breath. âThat was amazing.â
âI know,â Negan nipped at your jawline, leaving tiny bites along your flesh. Grabbing a faint hold of your neck, Negan tipped your head back and it made you wince. The next bite he placed over your neck would leave a mark but you didnât care considering you wanted to be his. And if you had something that proved it? Even better.
âI want you,â you panted with him tipping his head back to stare out at you. âIâve never wanted something more.â
Lazily getting up to his knees, Negan held his hands out in the air and it made your throat go dry. His breathing was strong, showing the lines of his abdomen. Your attention fell to the v-line over his hips that led to the top of his black boxer briefs and it made your mouth water at the sight of him.
âThen have me,â Negan offered, his hazel eyes watching you closely when you lifted up on your hands. It was hard because you were still shaking pretty much everywhere. Caressing up over his sides, you started to pepper kisses at his lower abdomen appreciating that he stroked at the back of your head while you kissed over his slender form. Curling your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, you pulled softly at it. Not wanting to rush, your lips followed the movement of the material down over his body which had him moaning out. When you reached the base of his cock, you tipped your head back and stared up at him. With his free hand, he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip. Giving a final tug had his boxer briefs pulling to his thighs with his erection bouncing free from behind the constrictive material.
âFuck,â you leaned further back to gaze over Neganâs length, stealing a look up at him. âI thought you said you were average, not big.â
âI never said that,â Negan slurred, dropping his free hand to stroke at his rigid length letting out a tense breath. âI said it didnât make sense for you to want to have a big dick for your first time. I thought that might have been the only reason you picked me. Now I know otherwise. Donât let it scare you. I wouldnât hurt you. Itâs above average, but I know what Iâm doing.â
Shakily reaching out, your hand replaced his to stroke at his member in slow, unhurried movements. It had his head dropping back, the vein at the side of his neck slightly bulging and you smiled, âItâs thick.â
âI know,â Negan commented, lowering his head back down to sweep his thumb over your jawline. There was an amused expression over his features when a big, toothy smile pressed in over his lips. Taking initiative, you got up on your knees and heard his breathing grow uneven. At first, you pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses at his hips until bringing your lips to the base of Neganâs cock to start there. Peppering kisses down the length of his shaft toward the tip had him bouncing his hips forward toward you. âYouâre just jumping in?â
âYouâll let me know if you donât like something,â you breathed against his sensitive flesh having him shake against you with the way your words vibrated against his cock. Flattening your tongue out against his flesh, you licked at his body like he was your own personal lollipop and his moans were glorious. You traced at the prominent veins, circled the ridges over the tip and started to kiss at the underside where the head and the shaft met.
âThatâs good,â Negan groaned, his fingers cradling the back of your head when you dropped your head back to look up at him. âAre you okay with this?â
âVery much so,â you whispered licking your lips when Negan firmly curled his fingers around his girthy length to bring the tip to your wet lips. First, you started to kiss at the tip eliciting the tiniest of moans from Neganâs throat, but you loved the way it sounded. Each caress of your mouth over his manhood grew wetter until you finally took him between your lips. Lapping at the tip had him sucking in sharp breaths of air, his Adamâs apple bouncing in his throat.
âFuck,â he hissed out allowing you to take your time with things since this was all new for you. Once you started to lower your head down taking his length further into your mouth, he helped aid your movements. They were slow at first. Wanting to experience this in the best of ways, you did what seemed to have Negan moaning out. Those were what had this whole thing worth it. You had the leader of The Sanctuary in the palm of your hand dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock when youâd pull your head back before dropping forward again. Wet sounds filled the air with you pleasuring him, leaving you thankful that he was there to help your movements. âOkayâŠyou have to stopâŠâ
With a wet popping sound he had you pull your mouth from him. Negan was panting, his head shaking when he started to wiggle out of the material of his boxer briefs. Kicking out of them, Negan gave you a look with your lips wet and your eyes full of lust and want, âIâm going to come if you keep giving me a blowjob and who knows if I can make this good for you.â
Nodding your head, you allowed him to lead you back against the bed with a nervous sound when Negan moved in over you. Looking between the two of you, you stole another look at Neganâs cock and it made you breathless, âDonât overthink it.â
Dropping his hand between your thighs again, you felt his fingers pushing back inside of you working to have you relax. Hovering his lips over yours, Negan wanted to make sure that you were focused on him and not the act.
âYouâre so wet that we arenât going to have a problem,â he insisted pulling his fingers from your body. Mewling out at the loss of contact, Negan brought his fingers up to lick at the tips of them before starting to stroke at his cock again. The warmth of his body pressed against yours felt amazing. You could hardly catch your breath with Neganâs eyes locked on yours. âJust let me know if you want me to stop.â
Bracing his weight on his left hand, Negan pressed his forehead to yours. Pressing his hips forward, he led his tip to your entrance and it had you sucking in a sharp breath of air, âItâs not going to feel great at first, but Iâll take my time, okay? I know itâs thick, so weâre not gonna rush it.â
The tip was nestled at your entrance with Negan holding back as much as he could from just going forward with everything. Pushing forward, Negan focused on you when the bulbous tip pressed at your tight hole. It had your lips parting, your eyebrows tensing and when he did get the tip in the both of you moaned in unison. Looking for your hand, Negan hooked his fingers with yours and pressed it to the bed keeping his weight braced on his left arm. Watching so intensely had Negan swallowing down hard when he slowly moved a little more allowing you to take more of him.
The sensation was new, slightly uncomfortable with the fullness that you were feeling as he pushed forward just a small bit more, âNeganâŠâ
âItâs okay,â he hushed you, hovering his lips over yours. The lines in his forehead growing when he stole a quick look between you but forced himself to look up. âFucking fuckâŠâ
âPlease,â you whined wondering if the agonizingly slow movements were really delaying the inevitable. Giving you a nod, he rolled his hips in closer to you sinking a significant amount of himself into your sex. Your tight walls clung to him and a raspy moan escaped his lips. Holding tightly to Negan, you buried your nose against the side of his neck and kissed there. Right now it really was just a full, stretching feeling, but knowing that it was Negan inside of you made it worth the slight amount of pain. âItâs okay.â
âYeah?â Negan tipped his head back, wanting to keep his eyes on yours when he filled you completely. It had your head tipping back into the pillows and he shakily released your hand. Palming in over the side of your face, Negan laid over you and you noticed that he seemed incredibly focused as well. With a moan, his long eyelashes fluttered to a close and he cussed under his breath. âIâm trying so hard to make this perfect for you.â
âIt is,â you assured him, brushing your fingers through his dark hair appreciating that he was focused solely on you.
âYouâre so fucking tight and I donâtâŠâ Negan pressed his forehead to yours, stroking his thumb over your jawline. Gathering himself, Negan brought your lips together in a lingering kiss that had you eagerly meeting him. Each caress had you relaxing beneath him and when his hips pulled back, you were almost worried that he was going to leave, but you whimpered when he slowly pushed his hips back up toward you. It had you clinging to him, hooking your arms around his shoulders. It seemed like he wanted to desperately keep kissing you through this, his hips gradually building speed with every thrust he made inside of you. Your nails bit at his shoulders having him dropping his head back, his eyes closing tightly when he moaned. âFuck. You feel so fucking good.â
Leading him back to your mouth, the two of you kissed with winces starting to fall from your lips when the strength of his thrusts started to grow. Pressing his right hand between the two of you, Neganâs fingers connected with your clit caressing at your body in tempo with his thrusts. That extra added stimulation had you moaning out against his lips. That was when things started to feel better. You still felt full, but it started feeling exceedingly better with your hips arching up to meet every single one of his thrusts. Whimpering against his lips, you started to feel a fire burning at your belly but Negan was quick to cover your mouth with kisses again.
âNegan,â you whined noticing that you were starting to tremor beneath him. Smacking up harder against you, every plunge of Neganâs cock into your warmth had you crying out at the side of his neck. Kissing at his neck, you gasped when you clung to Negan as he undoubtedly got you to another orgasm. Pausing his movements, Neganâs moans were raspy with your tight walls contracting and relaxing around his body. Pulling his hips back and away from you allowed his cock to pull from you fully for the first time and you whimpered. It didnât feel right not having him inside of you, but Negan laid in beside you helping you turn to face him. Bringing your bodies closer together, your legs tangled to. Neganâs hands settled at your sides helping to bring your thigh up over his hip.
âYou feel okay?â Negan confirmed with you, his left hand sliding up over your side toward your neck to get you to look at him.
With a smile you nodded, reaching between you to curl your fingers loosely around Neganâs girthy length to stroke at it. Lifting your hips enough, you led his cock to your entrance again lowering them once you felt comfortable enough. A muscle in Neganâs jaw flexed, his lips parting to release a moan when you took him into you with a fluid movement.
Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, you cried out with him kissing at the side of your neck, his palm lowering to caress at your ass. His hips started rolling up toward yours and you pressed in closer to him. In this position, your movements werenât as even, but it still felt good being wrapped up in his arms. The skin-to-skin contact felt amazing.
âNegan,â you purred out his name with his fingers curling around your neck giving it a tiny squeeze. His eyelids were heavy with lust, his moans matching yours with your movements.
âWho do you belong to?â Negan slurred, nipping at your jawline. It had you wincing, but you liked the way he held onto you.
âNegan,â you said what you knew he wanted and it made him smile. Pushing at his chest hard enough got him to roll onto his back when you took your time to crawl in over him. You wasted no time in reaching between the two of you to lead him back inside of you and the moan he let out was so sexy that it had chills running down your spine.
âI donât know how much longer Iâll last,â Negan informed you, his hands settling at your hips with you getting more comfortable over him. Rocking forward, you raised your hips up to the tip and then lowered back down. Testing your positioning and the speeds, you found what felt the best. Doing your best to rock over his erection in more confident movements. His hands caressed up over your back and toward your breasts palming at them while you bounced yourself over his body. âFuckâŠâ
âDo you like the way my tight virgin pussy feels?â hearing you say that elicited the best moan from Negan thus far showing that he liked you dirty talking with him. Pulling himself into a seated position, he wrapped his arms around you helping you to roll your hips over his length.
âSo fucking much,â Negan slurred against your lips between wet kisses that you were both frantic to have. Winces fell from both your throats. Having Negan angle your body a different way had that same familiar feeling he had drawn out from inside of you earlier when he was fingering you. Wanting to have that feeling again, you put forth more strength with him biting at your bottom lip giving it a tiny tug. âGo on honey. Do it for daddy.â
Neganâs right hand fell to your lower back, his left hand curling around the back of your neck while you firmly rocked your hips to his. Whimpering out, you pulled your hips from his and heard him moaning out when his cock pulled from your body. It was another earth-shattering orgasm, that was short lived when he rolled you back over onto your back. Smacking his hips forward against yours, Neganâs thrusts were fast and you knew that he was searching for that same kind of release.
Hooking your arms around him, your hands pawed at his back when he pressed his forehead to yours and his movements started to falter. Winces fell from his parted lips, the throbbing of his cock inside of you alerting you that he was reaching his orgasm. It was a strange feeling, but you clung to him wanting him to be close to you.
âFucking hell,â Negan panted, lowering in over you. Small movements of his hips continued until he groaned against your lips. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â you snickered, stroking your fingers through his wet hair. Lifting his head, Neganâs hazel eyes looked worried and you dragged your hand down over the side of his face. âThat was perfect.â
âI could have lasted longer,â Negan admitted, his brow line creasing. âI just havenât been with a lot of virgins. And I was rock hard for a long time before we startedâŠâ
âIt felt like a good length to me,â you were weak, enjoying the weight of him over you. Everything was sore, but from the orgasms that he gave you, you were more than happy.
âIt wasnât as long as you think it was,â Negan snickered, lifting up to meet your lips in a passionate sweep. Pressing his forehead to yours again, Negan smiled and shook his head. âSo youâre happy?â
âVery,â you assured him, caressing your fingers over his freckle covered shoulders.
âThatâs all that matters,â Negan hummed, adjusting his hips while he grew soft inside of you. âI uhâŠI havenât slept with a lot of virgins. I was afraid of hurting you.â
âI mean I hurt,â you confessed, looking between the two of you and he did the same. âBut I wouldnât turn down this hurt if it was offered again.â
âYouâve already been through the worst of it,â Negan stammered, his hand palming in over the side of your face with his thumb sweeping against your cheek. âIt wonât hurt like that again unless youâre with an asshole who is intending to hurt you.â
âAs I said,â you whispered, stroking your fingers through Neganâs wet hair having his eyes connecting with yours. âI belong to you. I donât want anyone else.â
âI donât want you to want anyone else either,â Negan confessed, his words vibrating against your lips when he cuddled in closer to you.
âThen we will have to find a way to make it work,â you announced wondering what the hell was going to happen from here on out. Negan explained to you why he didnât want you to be a wife. But now you knew that you were addicted to him and you wanted to be endlessly his from here on out. And nothing would change that.
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Update! Billy Butcher fic! A little angst and drama with a lot of The Boys and a bit of their comedic shenanigans!
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This takes place a month after last ep of Season 3! I really really hope you enjoy! The chapter was getting crazy out of hand and starting to overwhelm and paralyze me, so I split it in two. SO this means the next part is already 90% written and will be much quicker! Thank you so so much to everyone reading! Also next part of my Gavin x reader fic will be out in a few days!
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part 38
Glimmer Part 39
One month later.
The last rays of summer sunshine that could make it over the New York City skyline shone orange through the big windows of the top floor of the Flat Iron Building. In a few minutes they would be gone, hidden behind the tall buildings of the city as the sun made its decent.Â
Addison sat with M.M. at his desk going over the stack of files of information sheâd collected, analyzed and compiled on a handful of B level supes across the eastern seaboard. She had been supposed to meet with him that morning, but had spent the majority of it too nauseous to even move out of bed, much to her annoyance at the cliche, but her first trimester was nearly over, and it couldnât come soon enough for her.
And of course they were bent together over a pile of papers of a supe Addison had been tracking upstate when Billy walked in, hanging up his coat on the rack by the door. âWell, donât you two look cozy there, all huddled over your supe files together.â Billy waltzed past the desk, heading for the coffee pot.Â
âWhereâve you been, Butcher?â M.M. asked.Â
âDidnât kill anyone, so donât worry your pretty little head none. Just tailinâ a low level.â
M.M. and Addison continued to work while Billy made coffee then poured himself a mug and went to his desk. She knew it was always better to just not engage when he wanted to argue about her work, especially with M.M..
When they found a break, M.M. stood up and went over to the coffee pot but grumbled lifting it up to show there was barely any left. âYou canât just make enough for all of us?â he asked, frowning at Butcher.Â
Addison and Billy exchanged a look.Â
âI ainât your bleedinâ secretary.â Butcher snarked, looking back to his own work.Â
M.M. rolled his eyes, reaching for the bag to make some more. âAddison?â he asked over his shoulder as he picked up the coffee pot.Â
âNo, thanks, Iâm good.â
M.M. turned to face her. âIâve never once heard you turn down a cup of joe, Addi.â
She shrugged, shifting to look through her files. âItâs getting late,â she said off handedly. Luckily she was saved from having to say more by Frenchie and Kimiko coming in.Â
Addison shuffled the files back together, bundling them in order for M.M. to take. âJust call if you have any questions.â
âYou know we could really use you on the team -â M.M. said but Addison was already shaking her head before he could say more.Â
âUh-uh,â she said. âI donât do team ups. And Iâm not getting involved...in this,â she waved her hand around the room, somehow managing not to gesture at any one person in particular. âIâm really good at this stuff,â she tapped her fingers on the folders. âAnd Iâm not working in the field. My body count is fine where itâs at.â
Her tone left no room for argument, and she was grateful M.M. accepted it for now. She finished up and went to sit on the edge of Butcherâs desk. He was standing in front of it, drinking his coffee and reading through a report he had in hand.Â
âTake me to dinner?â she murmured, quiet enough the others couldnât easily listen in.Â
âItâs hardly 5,â he answered, flipping his papers over to look at his watch, then looking at her.Â
âYeah. Dinnertime,â she grinned. âWhat this isnât a 9 - 5 job?â she teased him.Â
Billy snorted. âWerenât you textinâ me you were havinâ lunch just a coupla hours ago?â
âSoooo?â
âWell Iâll have to ask the boss ya know,â he set down his report on his desk behind her, leaning close and letting his hand brush across her hip. âI swear though I could feed you a horse these days and youâd still be hungryâŠâ he teased.
But Addison barely heard the last of his sentence because M.M. had suddenly appeared behind Billy and had clearly heard the last of his words and she watched his face - she could literally see it in his eyes as he started to put the pieces together in his mindâŠ
âAddison.â
She froze. No. Fucking. Way. She wasnât ready, this wasnât happening here, in front of everyone, she was not doing thisâŠ
âTell me you did not,â M.M. groaned out loud, finally making Billy turn around and lift one brow.
Addison pursed her lips, subconsciously tugging her jacket closed around her.
âOi, oi! Great, the whole gangs here,â Butcher grinned as Hughie came in, trying to change the subject but it didnât work with any of them.
Hughie paused as he reached his own desk setting his stuff down, looking between Addi, M.M. and Butcher. Frenchie and Kimiko were off to the side watching cautiously.Â
âDid not what?â
Everyone ignored him. Â
âTell me -â M.M. continued, in his most stern dad voice. âYou two morons. Did not do - what I think you did.â
âExcuse me,â Addison huffed, furrowing her brows at M.M..Â
âWhoaaa,â Hughie spoke up walking over to them, confusion and shock in his eyes. âWhat are you talking about?â he asked M.M.. âWhat do you think they did?â Hughie turned to Butcher. âWhat did you do?â
âNothinâ you havenât done,â Butcher grinned wolfishly clapping him on the shoulder.Â
They all seemed to turn to look at Addison at once and she groaned out loud. âUgghhhh⊠fucking fuckâŠ..â
âWhat is happening?!â Hughie flailed.Â
Addison crossed her arms but Kimiko was smiling and Frenchie looked like he was about to burst.Â
âFrenchie do not-â Addison pointed at him, her eyes wide.
âWe are having a baby!â Frenchie shouted.Â
MM pushed his rolling chair into his desk, turning as if he needed to compose himself while Hughie stood in confusion looking between all of them.Â
âHey!â Annie came in the door then, pausing as she immediately picked up the tension. âWhat happened?â Her smile dropped from her face.Â
âWhoâs having a baby - â Hughie started, more confused then ever then as looked at Frenchie then finally turned back to Butcher, then Addison, then back to Butcher again. âHoly fuckâŠâ
âA baby?â Annie asked, clearly taken off guard and upset. The whole thing was like a fucking cirucs act and Addison was quickly losing any shreds of patience she had left.
âAddison and B -â Hughie started to say then sort of seemed to just freeze before he shook himself out of it. âCongratulations, you two,â he recovered before he stopped again, looking between the two of them. âI meanâŠright? You wantâŠâ
âYes, Hughie,â Addison interrupted him before he confused his own brain even more. âThe baby is very much wanted. Thank you,â she gave him a soft smile but it quickly fell.Â
âAddison we need to talk,â M.M. spoke up again pointedly.Â
Addison rolled her eyes but her patience was no competition to Billyâs temper, and he had clearly already lost it with all of them.
âGood,â Butcher glared at M.M.. âYou take her to dinner then.â He slammed his coffee cup down on his desk then turned to Addison, sliding his strong arm around her waist and tugging her against his body, obviously staking his claim on her and the whole situation before he left. His mouth met hers in a hot, steamy kiss and she had to curl her fingers into his shirt to keep from fainting away as his tongue flicked over hers. He broke the kiss almost as suddenly, squeezing her ass affectionately, then turned for the door, and reaching to grab his coat on the way out.
âIâm calling you tonight,â Addison yelled after him as soon as she caught her breath. âYou better fucking answer!â But she knew heâd more than likely be sliding into her bed before the night grew too late.
Butcher waved his hand in the air and Hughie finally seemed to snap out of it as he breezed past. âWait, Butcher!â He stood up to take off after him but paused and turned back to Annie. âIâm fine,â she said but Addison could tell she was annoyed. And then Hughie was chasing Butcher out the door.Â
Addison decided she couldnât deal with Annie right now and anyway M.M.âs intense stare was not leaving her space to worry about anyone else.Â
âYouâre not my father, for fucks sake,â she snapped, exasperated by they whirlwind of events, even though her lips were still tingling from Butcherâs fierce kiss. âI slept with Billy. We fucked up. I want this baby - more than Iâve ever wanted anything else in my life. Thereâs nothing to talk about.â
Annie turned around then and left too, the door closing hard behind her and Addison slumped, dropping her head in her hands. Annie was her friend. She knew how much she hated Billy and honestly she mostly understood. She only wished she couldâve explained first before the news broke like this.
But at least Frenchie and Kimiko seemed to be on her side. âShe is happy,â Frenchie spoke up and Addison lifted her head to give him a grateful look. âSurely that is what matters, no?â
M.M. finally seemed to soften a little. âYeah, fine,â he agreed. âBut I still want to talk.â
Frenchie nodded in concession and squeezed Addisonâs shoulder reassuringly before heading back over to sit with Kimiko.Â
âLetâs go,â M.M. nodded toward the door. âMonique always loved those double chocolate brownie shakes when she was pregnant with Janine. My treat.â
~*~*~
âI know what Iâm doing,â Addison said quietly. âBilly and I have talked about it. At length. The baby comes first no matter what. I can do this on my own if I have to. And I can protect - the babyâŠif I have to. Even against him,â she added.
M.M. glanced up at Addison, with a raised eyebrow, but shook his head while he arranged his napkin and his burger on his tray. âYou wonât have to. He loves you. And he might be a gigantic asshole. But heâs an asshole with a heart. Heâd take himself out before he let himself hurt you.â
Addison used her spoon to take a big mouthful of her chocolate shake and hummed gratefully while M.M. gave an affectionate smirk.Â
âTold ya,â he said.Â
Addison smiled, remembering that conversation theyâd had so long ago at that little diner on the road. It seemed like a life time ago now.Â
âRemember when you asked me if I ever thought about having kids? I lied a little.â
M.M. glanced up at her studying her for a moment.Â
âI really, really want this,â she continued. âAnd if I have to, I can handle it on my own.â
Finally M.M. nodded. She knew this wasnât going to placate him entirely, but it was enough for now.
âThank you,â she murmured, in between bites.
âFor what.â
Addison shrugged. âFor everything. For being a friend.â
âYou know Iâm just looking out for you, right? Iâve got you, Addison.â
And she knew he did, she just didn't know how much she would need it in the months to come.
~*~*~
Notes: I want everyone to know, no matter what happens in the show this WILL have a happy ending (but of course with tons of h/c, drama and angst along the way.) But I only do ultimately happy endings. Next up: Addison's conversation with Annie does not go as well and Billy and Addi have a heart to heart over the start of that baby bump â„ Let me know what you think!
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#billy butcher#the boys#karl urban#karl urban brainrot go brrr#billy butcher brainrot go brr#karl urban is the man of my fucking dreams#billy butcher fanfic#billy butcher fanfiction#billy butcher imagine#frenchie the boys#frenchie x kimiko#hughie campbell
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Pent Up | Adam Fantilli
summary: being Adamâs roommate comes with its perks, and a whole load of sexual tension.
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, face riding, p in v, swearing.
word count: 2.39k
authors note: donât think Iâve ever brought Gavin into one of these before so here he is. I behaved even tho kei told me not to đ and yeah, wrote this like hella late so youâre getting one thought carried on. And letâs hope that this meets faithlynnâs expectations cause we donât know when sheâs gonna read one of these again đ«¶
When Gavin tasked you with being the friendly face in Columbus that Adam needed you swore it wouldnât be hard.
You were a year and a half older than your brother and were beyond excited when your brother got drafted to the team a mere twenty minute drive from your apartment.
Having had met Adam on more than one occasion during the previous school year it was no surprise that you two clicked within weeks of him arriving in Ohio, even going as far as to give him the second bedroom in your apartment.
It was clear that Adam didnât want to live alone and you really could have done with the money, and who really says no to a hot new roommate?
Yes you knew it was wrong to see your brothers friend in that light. But Gavin really did seem to have the skills of picking friends that all fell right into your type: tall and hot.
Much to your irritation though Adam and you kept things purely platonic. Even going as far as avoiding the apartment so that the other could get some quiet time to fuck someone.
You knew it was hypocritical because you also abused this benefit of being friends with your roommate but the few times you participated in it you brought home different guys. Adam on the other hand after two months of bringing home different girls finally settled on one, Kayla.
She seemed nice and thankfully didnât go to your university but you couldnât help but get frustrated each time you saw him bring her home.
Thatâs what brought on the plan of tonight.
Your friends invited you out to some party that a frat on campus was hosting âyou are getting all dressed up for game day.â Adam pointed out letting a soft laugh fall from his lips as he watched you apply a shimmery highlighter to your nose.
Your lips pursed together at the realisation that you had let his reminder slip your mind âIâm not coming tonight.â You announced digging through your lipsticks as his hand reached out to stop you âyou arenât coming?â He repeated your words as he frowned.
Adams gaze hardened as you used your other hand to grab your lipgloss âsome of the girls wanted to go to this frat for a party and when they said that Justin was gonna be there-â Justin was a guy from your creative writing course in freshman year who thought that you were cute and has since been flirting with you âwho the hell is Justin?â The hockey player furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of the boy as you got up running your fingers through your hair âyou better not be wearing that to see him.â It was a red dress that cut just above your breasts and ended at the middle of your thighs. A beautiful dress, but not for the Ohio November weather.
You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms unintentionally pushing your breasts up, a gesture that didnât go unnoticed by Adam âif you want to start commenting on what girls wear Adam.â Your face clearly showed that you were irritated âthen I suggest you go and call that little girlfriend of yours, Layla was it?â Before he had a chance to respond there was a knock at the door and the all too familiar sounds of your friends voices âgood luck tonight.â You mumbled pressing a kiss to his cheek before you made your way to the front door grabbing your sneakers in the process.
Adam watched with an irritated expression on his face âshe knew it was Kayla.â He mumbled before he stomped into his room having to get ready to leave for the game.
If there was a word to describe how poorly Adam played tonight then it wasnât in his direction as absolute fucking dog shit even complimented how he played. Each time he got the puck he then quickly lost it. If there was a fight he could have gotten into he did, and it got so bad that the penalty box almost felt like it was his friend.
Adam simply couldnât help but focus on the fact that you were out with some guy who clearly wasnât going to appreciate you.
The coaches naturally sent him home after a long talking to and even after a shower where all he could smell was that strawberry shower gel that you use, you still werenât home.
In fact it took you another ninety minutes before you landed back at your door.
You quietly opened the door as you thought that Adam was sleeping so you got the fright of your life seeing him silently staring at the door from his seat âJesus Adam! You scared me!â Your hand clutched your chest as you shut the door behind you make your way over to where the boy sat.
He remained silent as your hand gripped at his knee âhow was the game?â It was you trying to be rude but it was the reminder of you not being there that Adam so desperately wanted to avoid âplayed like shit.â Adam confessed as he stared at your manicured nails that drew soft figures on his leg âhow is Justin?â The distain in his voice was clear making you scoff as you got up.
A frown formed on your lips âshouldnât you be more worried about Kayla?â You shot back making him follow your actions as he got up âyou getting jealous of her or something?â The hockey player towered of you as he stood up
You rolled your eyes âwhy should I be jealous of someone who I know has a way worse sex life than me.â You knew that Adam had heard you with your vibrator once or twice after you heard him grunt your name in the shower.
Adam clenched his fists as you let out a laugh âgood night Adam.â You went to place your hand on his shoulder but instead the boy grabbed your hand pulling you closer to him âyou really think Iâm a bad fuck?â Was the first thing that came out of his mouth as he sent you a glare âlike I couldnât have you coming in minutes?â He added pressing you against the wall âquicker than that pathetic vibrator of yours? The air in the room went dry as you realised that he knew about that.
You blinked repeatedly âwould like to see you try.â Your mouth often got you into trouble and it seemed that today was no different when his lips captured yours.
The hockey player smiled at how your body melted against him âjump,â he ordered wrapping his arms around your legs as he brought you into your bedroom.
To the untrained eye you two looked like a couple who had been touched deprived for days as he let your body fall onto your bed âcanât believe he let you go looking like this.â Adam clicked his tongue taking in the sight that was your body âwant to have you on my face.â He confessed making your eyes go wide as he pulled your dress up to the the white panties that made him lick his lips.
You whimpered feeling him hook his fingers in the material âhavenât done that before.â You mumbled as your panties ran down your legs before the boy could throw them somewhere in your room âyou trust me?â Adam asked bringing his lips to yours for a quick peck as you nodded.
With one quick movement the boy was laying on your bed as you lowered your hips above his face âbaby you arenât gonna break me, I fucking bench more than you weigh.â Adam cooed watching you pull your dress off before you let your legs hover above his face making him roll his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your legs bringing your cunt to his face.
A squeal left your lips as you were surprised âshit Adam!â You moaned gripping your fingers on the head board.
His tongue found itâs home in your core as his nose hit your clit âyouâre actually good at thisâ your surprise came from the fact that you werenât used to college boys being good when it came to being good at eating girls out.
Adam responded with a simple smack to your ass that made you jump âbehave princess.â The hockey player warned bringing his hand over to your clit âright there.â You cooed feeling the sensation of his beard between your thighs as you rode his face.
You had to admit that you were getting closer to your high as the boy locked eyes with you âIâm gonna-â you felt your legs clench around his head but that never faltered his movements, in fact that made him quicken his actions as his thumb pressed harder on your clit.
A white cast painted over your eyes as you came, Adam continued to guide your motions as he helped you through your orgasm âtoo much,â you shook your head âtoo much.â You repeatedly grabbing ahold of his hair as you tried to stop your movements.
As much as Adam wanted to push you into another orgasm or two before he let you get off of him, he was desperate to slide his cock into your soaked cunt and that was enough for the hockey player to let you off of him.
He lay you down next to him seeing how red your thighs were âsorry,â he apologised pulling his shorts down as he watched you undo your bra.
You smiled shaking your head âjust come and fuck me already.â Your vulgar words made him feel for comfortable as Adam reached into his wallet to find a condom âwant to do the honours baby?â The hockey player asked handing you the silver packet.
Between a kiss you still focused on wrapping his cock in the latex before you brought it over your clit âsuch a needy fucking baby for someone who has already had an orgasm tonight.â Adam grunted as he let your cunt swallow his cock.
Your face screwed tight as you adjusted to his size âmove, please.â You requested wanting to feel some kind of pace from the hockey player.
His cock throbbed inside your cunt as he picked your legs up so that his cock could slide deeper into your core âwhat would Gav say about this?â He groaned against the shell of your ear making you cry out in pleasure âbout his big sister getting fucked by his friend?â The hockey player let out a grunt as you clenched around his cock.
His lips danced over your throat leaving sloppy marks as a trail âI donât know Adam,â your fingers grabbed at the sheet beneath you as you strangely thought back to your brothers requests when it came to how you treated Adam.
Play nice
Be his friendly face
Under no circumstances were you to sleep with him
Okay so maybe the first two were easier to do than the last one but you had lasted more than two months without that one, so surely it had to count for something?
The boyâs efforts switching between sucking and kissing up your throat pulled your attention away from your thoughts âsomeone is going to see Adam.â You were surprised that you could even form a coherent sentence as your mind felt like it had formed a fog over your thoughts.
He smiled as his teeth nipped at your skin âworried what fucking he might say?â Adam couldnât even bring himself to say his name out loud as he cringed at the thought ân-no Gav.â You shook your head reminding him of the fact that you were seeing your brother for thanksgiving, a mere two days away.
That made Adam pull his focus from your neck to your lips âcould just keep you in turtlenecks.â He grumbled picking your legs up so that he g could press you further into your bed âIâm not gonna last.â You confessed as his lips captured yours.
It made the boys ego grow âI know baby me too.â Adam was waiting for you to come so that he wasnât the first one as he feared finishing before you âshit A!â You cried out as your hips jerked causing your cunt to clench around his cock as you came.
Your orgasm spurred his on as his head dropped to your shoulder as he let his teeth softly sink into the area of skin âso good baby-so good.â Adam groaned with his last thrust before he let his cock slide out of your cunt.
Adam couldnât help it when a laugh fell from his lips as he took in your fucked out state âyouâre so hot.â He blurted out causing you to look at him with a smile âyou are too,â you mumbled rolling over to kiss his lips.
Not even twenty four hours later you were already feeling the consequences of sleeping with him.
The boy smirked as he watched you struggle to sit down âyou okay?â Adam grinned seeing you in a vest that highlighted the hickies that marked your neck.
Your core felt tender as you tried to find a comforting position âshut up,â you grumble sending him a glare that made him laugh.
Adam held his hand out to you âthink Iâve got a way to make you feel better.â The hockey players proposed as his hand ran up your thighs âhow do you know that it is what I want?â You smiled finding your place on his thigh.
He rubbed his thumb over your side as he cooed âsomething about the way you moaned last night with my head between your thighs tells me you want it again.â Adam watched as you placed your hands on either side of his face letting him guide your hips against him âGav is gonna kill you.â Your reminder made him laugh as your lips hovered over his âand I think that you are totally worth it.â His confession had your legs clamping down around his thigh as you turned red âwhat do you say about a date when youâre back?â Adamâs forwardness was not something that you were used to after sleeping with a guy.
âIâd say that it sounds great.â
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-> CH. 7: SHOULD EVERY RABID DOG GET ITS TAIL DOCKED UP TO THE EARS?
synopsis: you, connor, and hank deal with deviants in the eden club. connor spurs on another uncomfortable conversation near the detroit river.
word count: 4.4k
ships: Connor/Reader, Hank Anderson & Reader
notes: sorry for the late update insurance is kicking my ASS about the accident i was just in.. like it's my first one bro why y'all hounding me like that đđ
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HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST
Itâs impossible to ignore the bright pink neon sign advertising the Eden Club and the dull thrum of EDM coming from inside. You slowly pull up to the side of the street and park, looking out the passenger window at the clubâs entrance.
âAwâŠâ Hank mumbles from the passenger seat. âFeels like someoneâs playinâ with a drill inside my skull.â
He looks at the entrance. You can tell his head is throbbing doubly just from the bright colors. âYou sure this is the place?â
âItâs the address on the report,â Connor answers from the backseat.
You lean over and look at the glove box. âDonât you have Ibuprofen in there? Or some type of pain medication?â
âYeah, I think,â Hank grumbles. He pops open the glove box and fishes out a pill bottle. He shakes out two and swallows them dry.
You turn off the ignition and sigh softly. âLetâs get this over with.â
Hank gets out (hitting his head on the roof of the car in the process), and you and Connor follow. He leads the way into the club entrance, where the lights pulse in soft, erotic colors.Â
âSexiest androids in town,â Hank reads off a TV in the entry hall, then glances at Connor. âNow I see why you insisted on coming here!â
âI was not programmed with a sex drive, or any other types of âdesires,â Lieutenant,â Connor says. âIt could possibly distract me from the investigation if I did.â
You almost say, âAw, really?â out loud, but bite your tongue at the last second. Instead, you move forward into the club.Â
Androids are littered about, moving sensually and palming themselves on poles and inside the tubes that line the walls. It turns your stomach â theyâre beings (or, rather, things) created just to drown in the crashing wave that is human sex and desire. They fall and hurt and break and are thrown away to move onto the next. You keep your eyes on the floor and press on.
âWhich room is it?â You ask, your eyes flitting to the doors and keeping them off the androids.
âThe only one that says âOccupied,ââ Officer Collins says. âAnd, uh â be warned. Gavinâs in there, too.â
âOh, great,â Hank groans. âA dead body and an asshole, just what I needed.â
You follow Hank into the private room, taking it in. A naked corpse lays on the circular bed, made decent by the faux-silk blanket covering it. A deactivated android lays to the side, Thirium staining her otherwise perfect face.
âLieutenant Anderson, Comrade Commie, and their little plastic pet,â Gavin sneers. âThe fuck are you three doinâ here?â
âWeâve been assigned all cases involving androids,â Connor says as he surveys the room.
âOh, yeah? Well, youâre wasting your time.â Gavin gestures to the corpse. âJust some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle.â
He laughs, then looks to Chris as if to confirm what he just said was funny. Chris isnât laughing, if thatâs any indication.Â
Hank gives a tight-lipped smile. âWeâll have a look anyway, if you donât mind.â
âCâmon, letâs go.â Gavin walks past Hank, giving him a dirty look. âItâs, uh⊠starting to stink of booze, andâŠâ he looks over at you. âThe loss of private property.â
He gives Connor a way-too-forceful shoulder-check on the way out. The too-sympathetic part of you is worried Gavin hurt his own shoulder, but you stomp the thought down as soon as you think it.
Chris gives all of you a smile that says âIâm so fucking sorry youâre here.â âNight, Lieutenant. Night, Officer.â
âGoodnight, Chris,â you say. âPlease say goodnight to Damian for me.â
âHe doesnât even have object permanence yet,â Chris laughs. âBut I will.â The door closes behind him as he leaves.Â
You start looking closer at the room as Connor makes a beeline for the deactivated android. You kneel by the corpse.
âYou sure youâre good to be that close to it?â Hank says from beside you.Â
âIâm getting used to corpses.â You look up at him. âAs horrible as that is.â
Hank huffs out a laugh and looks over at Connor. A look of horror crosses his face. âWhoa â hey-hey-hey!â
You look over at Connor. Heâs holding up two fingers to his mouth, Thirium dripping down the length of them.Â
âAugh, Connor,â Hank groans. âYouâre so disgusting⊠Think Iâm gonna puke again.â
âConnor, you told us you would warn us!â You whine.
âI apologize,â Connor says. He then stands and moves over to kneel next to you, his eyes on the corpse. His LED flickers yellow as he observes the bruising on the corpseâs neck.Â
âHe didnât die of a heart attack,â Connor says. âHe was strangled.â
âYeah, I saw the bruising on the neck,â Hank says from the other side of the room. âDoesnât prove anything, though. Couldâve been rough play.â
âI donât think so,â you say. You lean forward, careful not to get too close. âKink choking is when you squeeze the sides of someoneâs neck to emulate the feeling of being choked. The bruises make it look like his windpipe was crushed deliberately.âÂ
You pause, then scratch your cheek. âDonât ask how I know that.â
âI wonât.â Hank shakes his head and smiles. âDonât want to stunt a homicide detective in the making.â
Connor stands. âWeâre missing something here.â
You look over your shoulder at the dead android. Connor follows your eyes and moves over to her, then kneels by her side.
âThink you can read the androidâs memory?â Hank asks. âMaybe you can see what happened.â
The skin on Connorâs fingers peel back and he puts his first two fingers on the deactivated androidâs wrist. âI donât know. Some of its inner components are damaged, and I canât access them.â
You move so youâre kneeling next to Connor. You hold out your left hand then extend your thumb and index finger, and your world again turns into monochrome-blues. Two pieces of information pop up in the corner of your eye as you observe the highlighted parts of the android: Selector #5402 Critically Damaged. Biocomponent #6970 Critically Damaged.
âLet me try something.â You press gently on her stomach and slide the plastic of her abdomen open. You grunt as you force your left hand in and reach into her upper chest, feeling around for what you need. âAh! I found it. Two secondsâŠâ
You can feel the wires from your glove snake out. They poke and prod and eventually jack into a port.
Information flickers into your view, and you glance over it quickly. âSheâs badly damaged. If I can pull this off, sheâll only be alive for a minute. Maybe less.â
âDo it,â Connor says.Â
You twitch your fingers and the wires spin the port. It clicks into place, and she rises with an unneeded, artificial gasp of air. She tries to scramble away, but your arm is still lodged in her abdomen.Â
âĐĐč â ĐĐč!â You shout. âLet me get my hand.â
When she stills, you carefully disconnect the wires and extract your hand. She crawls away backwards until her back hits the wall.Â
Connor approaches her, ever calm and soothing. He crouches, making sure to stay on her level. âCalm down. Everythingâs alright. All we want is to know what happened.â
âIs heâŠâ She looks over at the corpse. âIs he dead?â
âTell me what happened,â Connor repeats.Â
She looks over at Connor, then away. âHe started⊠hitting me. Again, and again.â
âDid you kill him?â Connor asks.
âNo!â She responds, almost incredulous. âNo, it wasnât me.â
âWere you alone in the room?â Connor pressures, talking quicker. âWas there anyone else with you?â
âH-he wanted to play with two girls,â she says. âThatâs what he said. There were two of us.â
âWhat model was the other android?â Connor moves closer. âDid it look like you?â
Her mouth opens and her eyes unfocus. Her face relaxes and stills in a perpetual death mask.Â
You look down at your hand. Itâs stained with her Thirium. You clench your hand into a fist, then wipe it off on your jeans. Connor stands with an exhale of something that sounds like frustration.
âSo there was another android,â Hank says. âThis happened over an hour ago. Itâs probably long gone.â
âNo.â Connor gestures to the deactivated android. âIt couldnât go out dressed like that unnoticed. It might still be here.â
You stand and sigh. âThere are too many Đ±ĐŸĐłĐŸĐŒ забŃŃŃŃ
androids in this place. How are we going to find the deviant?â
âShit, youâre right,â Hank sighs. âMaybe an eyewitness? Somebody who saw it leaving the room.â
He moves closer to the door. âIâm gonna go ask the manager a few questions about what he saw. Let me know if either of you think of anything.â
You look down at the deactivated android and hear the door close behind Hank. Her face still holds that expression of ever-lasting fear.Â
âAre you okay, Officer?â Connor asks from somewhere behind you.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out. âI⊠She was⊠scared. I feel bad for her. She didnât do anything wrong.â You look over your shoulder at the corpse. âHe did.â
âItâll be okay,â Connor says. âWeâll figure this case out. Its deactivation will serve a purpose.â
You look over at him. He almost looks concerned for you. But you know better. Itâs just his social relations program doing the work and his voice and expression expediting it.
You turn your eyes away and walk towards the door. âLetâs go. I donât want to be here any longer than I have to.â
The door opens automatically and shuts once Connor goes through it behind you. You step to the side and observe the lobby. The androids continue moving in erotic and tempting ways, completely unfazed by the corpse in the next room.
You move over to where Hankâs standing, talking to the manager, who looks more sleazy than words can describe.Â
âNah, I didnât know him,â the manager says. âHe came in maybe two, three times. I mean, these guys, they donât really talk very much, yâknow? They come in, do their business, and then go on their way.â
âYou ever had any trouble with androids before?â Hank asks.Â
âNo way!â Then, the manager thinks for a second. âWell⊠once. We lost a model two, three months back. Ah, same model. Just vanished â we never found out what happened.â
Your eyes glance over the androids dancing on poles. âWhat kind of kinks are the androids programmed with? Anything to do with receiving impact play?â
âYeah, yeah,â the manager says. âSome of them. We have specialized models with higher durability and all that.â
âAnd the one thatâŠ?â You nod your head towards the closed door.Â
âNah.â The manager shakes his head. âIt was just a regular model.â
Connor comes over from your left. âExcuse me, Officer. Can you come here a second?â
âDid you find something?â You ask.Â
âMaybe.â He turns on his heel and walks away. He comes to a stop beside a tube holding an android. âCan you rent this Traci?â
âĐĐ°ĐșĐŸĐłĐŸ Ń
ŃŃ?â You turn to look at Connor. âYou just said you donât have a sex drive. If this is a joke, itâs really weird.â
Connor catches your arm as you start to walk away. âPlease, Officer! Just trust me.â
Thereâs a look in his puppy dog eyes that wrenches your heart. He almost looks like heâs begging.Â
You roll your eyes and shake free from his grasp. With a few grumbles in Russian, you press a few buttons on the interface.Â
âHello,â a female voice chimes. âA thirty minute session costs $29.99. Please confirm your purchase.â
You glance over at Connor as you press your palm against the interface. âWhen Fowler inevitably asks why this is on my expense account, you better vouch for me.â
âPurchase confirmed!â The voice chimes again. âEden Club wishes you a pleasant experience.â
The android steps out of the tube and takes your arm in both hands, her touch feather-light and sensual. Her skin shimmers with glitter, just barely visible in the low light. âDelighted to meet you.â
She looks over at Connor. One of her hands leaves your arm to take his hand. âIâm so glad to be playing with two. Follow me, Iâll show you to our room.â
âĐ§Đ”ĐłĐŸ?!â You take your arm away. âNo, no. This isnât a threesome! What are you talking about? Connor!â
Connor takes the Traciâs arm, his skin peeling back. Her face tenses as she stares, paralyzed, into Connorâs eyes.
After a second, he disconnects and turns back to you. âIt saw something!â
âWhat are you talking about?â You look over at the Traci. She looks just as confused as you. âSaw what?â
âThe deviant leave the room. A blue-haired Traci.â A look of panic crosses Connorâs face. âClub policy is to wipe the androidâs memory every two hours. We only have a few minutes if we wanna find another witness!â
And so, you trail after Connor, renting and promptly ignoring sex-bots. Hank follows both of you with an amused look on his face. In your mind, you count up the amount of money youâll have to beg Fowler to excuse â somewhere above a hundred dollars, all spent within the same five minutes at the same sex club.
âI know where it went!â Connor says as he disconnects from yet another android. âFollow me.â
âFuckinâ ay,â Hank grumbles. âThis is crazyâŠ!â
Connor leads the way into a staff door and through a maintenance hallway. When he reaches the end of the hall, Hank stops him.Â
âIâll take it from here.â He pushes Connor behind him, and Connor subsequently pushes you behind himself.
Hank draws his gun and opens the door, revealing a small back-room warehouse. Itâs dimly lit, and littered with androids in standby mode. (Itâs honestly really creepy. Like mannequins, but worse, somehow.)
When Hank deems it clear, you step down the stairs after Connor. Something on the wall catches your eye â graffiti, reading rA9.Â
You point at it. ârA9. Itâs spreading.â
âHuh,â Hank hums. âMaybe itâs something in their programming.â
Suddenly, thereâs a crash from somewhere behind you. You turn just in time to see Connor be tackled to the floor by an android.Â
Hank is quicker with his reaction time and pulls his gun again, shouting âDonât move!â
But heâs quickly ambushed by another android. Before you can think, your feet carry you over to defend him. You wrench her off Hank and earn an elbow to your barely-healing nose.
âĐĐ»ŃĐŽŃ!â You stumble back, cradling your nose thatâs starting to bleed again. Your eyes water, and you desperately try to blink the tears away.Â
When your vision clears, you see Connor and one of the girls barrel out of the open garage door and into the back alley. The blue-haired Traci scrambles after her, grabbing the other girlâs hand and helping her up.Â
You run and grab Connorâs arm to help him up, almost slipping on the wet concrete. Hank comes soon after, but is thwarted when both androids knock him down. You can hear the metal sound of a gun scraping against the ground.Â
âQuick!â Hank shouts. âTheyâre getting away!â
Connor shoots after them, pulling one of the girls down from the chain link fence they were both climbing. They immediately fight back, sending Connor into the wall. He grapples against them, but loses his grip as he falls to the concrete.
âHankâs gun!â You yell. âGet his gun!â
Connor does as heâs told and gets up on one knee, pointing the gun at one of the girls. In a split second, his grip falters and she delivers a stiletto to his face.
He falls back, then stands. He doesnât make a move for the gun.Â
You come to stand next to Connor, putting a hand out to stop him from coming any closer to them. âYou killed him, yes? Why did you do it?â
Traci pauses for a moment, choosing her words carefully. âWhen that man broke the other Traci, I knew I was next.â She looks away, then her gaze steels and returns to yours. âI was so scared⊠I begged him to stop, but he wouldnât.â
âSo you defended yourself?â You ask.
âI⊠I didnât mean to kill him,â she says. âI just wanted to stay alive. To get back to the one I love.â
The other android reaches forward and intertwines her fingers with Traciâs. They share a glance, both of their expressions filled with love and adoration for one another.
âI wanted her to hold me in her arms again,â Traci says. âMake me forget about the humans⊠their smell of sweat and their dirty words.â
You so desperately want to ask a million questions about their deviation, but bite your tongue. Now isnât the time for curiosity and interrogations.Â
You stay silent as the girls climb the fence and disappear around the corner. Somehow, the rain thatâs beating down on your shoulders feels lighter and warmer. Itâs a nice summer drizzle instead of an autumn downpour.Â
âItâs probably better this way,â Hank says quietly. He turns and starts walking back into the warehouse.
You grab Connorâs arm, causing him to look over at you. âYou did the right thing. To try to exterminate every deviant is like⊠like dragging water through a sieve. Letting two go isnïżœïżœt failing your mission completely.â
Connor nods, then looks at the corner where the two girls disappeared. His eyes turn to the ground and his eyebrows crease. âI know.â
You shift in the passenger seat, slumping until your knees hit the glove box. The music Hank put on is still raging along, a mess of electric guitars and drums and screamo vocals. At least your nose has stopped bleeding.
âDoes he do this frequently?â Connor asks from the backseat.Â
âToo frequently,â you mumble. âIâm tempted to put a tracker in his boot, but I know every time I lose him Iâll just find him here.â
And, of course, âhereâ is a public playground. Hankâs in his favorite spot â on a bench facing the Detroit River.Â
âIâm going to check on him.â You sit up and glance back at Connor. âGive me two minutes. Heâs⊠I just need to talk to him. Alone. Okay?â
âOkay,â Connor says.Â
You get out of the car, closing the door behind you. You move over to the bench that Hankâs sitting on the back of. Snow crunches under your shoes as you walk.
You sit down on the bench properly and sigh, running your hands along your thighs. âHank.â
He says your name in response, avoiding your eyes and looking down at his bottle of whiskey.
âYou canât keep doing this,â you say softly. âIt⊠IâmâŠ Đ±ĐŸĐ¶Đ”. Youâre slowly killing yourself, but youâre slowly killing me, too. Death isnât something youâre meant to anticipate. Weâre supposed to believe that the disease will skip over us, that the bullet will clip our ear instead of finding a home in our head. Old age is a long affair, so we donât have to think about that. ButâŠâ
You look up at him. Heâs not looking at you. âI canât count the number of times I thought you died, Hank â the most recent one being earlier this evening. You play with guns and liquor and your life like⊠like theyâre toys!â
You look out at the river. âYou get sad, Hank. And angry. Too sad, too angry. Most people canât get that sad. Itâs impossible to watch because other people get sad, too, but⊠not like you. Youâve been down and out and on a bender for three years. Youâve gotten violent. Not against me â never against another person. But youâve started beating yourself. And itâs so fucking gut-wrenching to watch you be⊠be this.â
Thereâs the sound of a car door opening and closing behind you.Â
âWeâll continue this conversation later,â you say softly. âI wonât forget about this.â
You look to your left and see Connor coming to a stop beside the bench. Heâs looking out across the river, at the lights of the buildings on the opposite shore.Â
âNice view, huh?â Hank mumbles. âWe used to come here a lot beforeâŠâ
Your eyes fall to the snow-covered ground as you feel a familiar pang in your chest. You swallow thickly and try to ignore it.
âBefore what?â Connor asks.
Hank looks over at him. âHm?â
âYou said âI used to come here a lot before.ââ Connor looks over at Hank. âBefore what?â
âBeforeâŠâ Hank looks down at you, then out at the river. âBefore nothinâ.â
Connor crosses his arms, like heâs protecting himself against the cold. âCan I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?â
âDo all androids ask so many personal questions?â Hank asks. âOr is it just you?â
âI saw a photo of a child on your kitchen table,â Connor says. You tense as he continues. âIt was your son, right?â
Hank glances at you. âYeah⊠his name was Cole.â
An uncomfortable silence settles over all of you. You listen to the river lazily move along, quiet waves just barely making sounds. Your eyes flit up as Connor walks in front of the bench, facing out towards the water.
âWeâre not making any progress on this investigation,â Connor says. âThe deviants have nothing in common. Theyâre all different models, produced at different times, at different placesâŠâ
âWell, there must be some link,â Hank says.
âThere is,â you say. âAll of them have been in the presence of or victim of violent behavior. And all of them have expressed some worship or reverence of rA9.â
âThatâs true.â Connor turns to face you and Hank. âItâs almost like some kind of⊠myth. Or superstition, like you said. Something they invented that wasnât a part of their original program.â
âAndroids believing in God,â Hank mumbles against the lip of his bottle. âFuck, whatâs this world coming to?â
âYou seem⊠preoccupied, Lieutenant.â Connor walks forward a few paces, looking at Hank. âIs it something to do with what happened back at the Eden Club?â
âThose two girlsâŠâ Hank looks down at the ground. âThey just wanted to be together. They really seemed⊠in love.â
âYou seem troubled, Lieutenant.âÂ
You look up and see that Connorâs come closer. His hair and blazer are speckled with snow. From this distance, you can see the few freckles that dot his face. He almost looks real like this â like a real man. Not a machine made of plastic and metal.
âItâs ironic,â Connor says. âI didnât think machines could have such an effect on you.â
Hank exhales sharply and takes a swig of whiskey. âWhat about you, Connor?â
He gets up and takes a few steps towards Connor. âYou look human. You sound human. But what are you, really?â
âIâm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant.â Connor looks at you, but continues talking to Hank. âYour other partner. Your second buddy to drink with.â His eyes return to Hank. âOr just a machine, designed to accomplish a task.â
âYou couldâve shot those two girls, but you didnât.â Hank shoves Connor, who stumbles back. âWhy didnât you shoot, Connor?â
You stand from the bench. âHank.â Thereâs a silent warning in your voice.
âSome scruples suddenly enter into your program?â Hank moves closer to Connor.
Connorâs foot shifts, like he was about to take a step back, but stopped at the last moment. âNo! I just⊠decided not to shoot. Thatâs all.â
Hank reaches into his waistband and pulls out his revolver. You automatically move forward, reaching a hand out.Â
âHank, think about this,â you say, even and slow.Â
He glances over his shoulder, then promptly ignores you in favor of staring down Connor through the sights of his gun. âAre you afraid to die, Connor?â
Connorâs mouth opens, and he hesitates before he actually speaks. âI would certainly find it regrettable to beâŠâ he pauses. âInterrupted before I can finish this investigation.â
âWhatâll happen if I pull this trigger? Hm?â Hank tilts his head to the side in a taunting way. âNothing? Oblivion? Android heaven?â
Connor steps forward, his forehead pressing against the muzzle of the gun. Your heart leaps into your throat. âConnor!â
âYou know youâre not going to shoot me, Lieutenant,â Connor says evenly. His eyes never leave Hankâs. âYouâre just trying to provoke a reaction. Iâm afraid Iâm going to have to disappoint you.â
âYou think youâre so fucking smart,â Hank grinds out. âAlways one step ahead, huh? Tell me this, smartass: how do I know youâre not a deviant?â
âI self-test regularly,â Connor says. âI know what I am, and what I am not.â
Hankâs lips draw back in a snarl before he yanks the gun away from Connorâs forehead. You let out a shaky breath as Hank storms off, digging his car keys out of his pocket.Â
âWhere are you going?â Connor calls after him.Â
âTo get drunker,â Hank says. âI need to think.â
You sit back down on the bench, resting your head in shaking hands. âĐĐŸŃĐżĐŸĐŽĐž, блŃŃŃ, Đ±ĐŸĐ¶Đ”âŠâ
âAre you okay, Officer?â Connor asks. It seems thatâs the most frequent question he asks you as of late.Â
âNo!â You snap, your fingers digging into your scalp. âWhat the fuck is happening? I canât wrap my head around how I was stuck with two of the stupidest detectives on the face of this very Earth!â
You stand and move over to Connor, grabbing his shoulders. âWhat the hell were you thinking? You know how⊠how he is! If you had faltered one more time before this, he wouldâve shot you! You know that, right?â
âIf he shot me, another Connor model wouldâve been deployed,â Connor says evenly.Â
âI donât want another Connor model!â You bark. âI wantâŠâ
You. I want you. The message rings in the cold air, loud yet unsaid. Itâs not an I want you in a sexual or romantic manner: itâs an I want you as in I want you to be safe. I want you out of harmâs way, even if you keep putting yourself in it. I want you to be behind me when the gunshots of revolution sound.
You take a step back and let Connor go. âI need to think.â
âDo you need me to accompany you?â He asks.Â
âNo,â you say. âI just⊠I need to be alone right now.â
You turn and start walking away. Snow crunches under your shoes with every footfall. Connor stays perfectly still where you left him, dried Thirium from your left hand staining the right shoulder of his blazer.
#riptide writes đ#head of false security#dbh connor x reader#connor rk800 x reader#rk800 x reader#connor x reader#detroit become human#dbh connor#dbh rk800#dbh x reader#detroit become human x reader#dbh connor x you#connor rk800 x you#rk800 x you#connor x you#dbh x you#detroit become human x you#connor rk800
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Midnight Snacks with Redacted Characters
âą For all the grief he gives Angel for it, David does keep a single pack of instant ramen on standby in a location he refuses to disclose. Heâll dress it up a bit with a soft boiled egg, some frozen veggies, tofu, leftover meat, whatever he can find.
âą Asher isnât much of a cook, but if Baaabe is hungry in the middle of the night he loves to make some Nutella on toast.
âą Milo doesnât like waking up in the middle of the night as heâs super groggy, but if he and Sweetheart are hungry heâll throw together some yogurt, berries, and granola before flopping back down.
âą Vincent and Lovely donât need sleep or human food anymore, but occasionally they both get a hankering for a midnight McDonaldâs run. They always get it to go and eat outside.
âą Sam constantly has to deal with Darlinâ rummaging through the pantry in the middle of the night like a damn raccoon. He wonât let them gorge themselves on chips, instead making them a packet of instant oatmeal before dragging their nocturnal ass back to bed.
âą Gavin will never say no to a late-night 7/11 run, though in the interest of keeping Freelancer alive during the day, heâll rift there himself and come back with whatever snacks they want (provided theyâre not too caffeine/sugar laced).
âą Avior loves cuddling Starlight throughout the night, content to stay awake and watch them sleep. If they wake up hungry, heâll magic up some scrambled eggs on toast before cuddling them back down and using just the tiniest bit of dreamwalking magic to help them get back to sleep.
âą Lasko tries to make sure heâs not hungry before bed but if he or his partner wake up hungry heâll make a big mug of hot chocolate (or chocolate milk).
âą Hux has a seemingly bottomless supply of granola bars that he keeps for snacks. He keeps a box in his nightstand as well, âJust in case.â
âą Damien has a horrific habit of making a protein shake if heâs hungry in the middle of the night. Hux is trying to help him break it.
âą Ollie has an undying love for leftover midnight pizza. He swears up and down midnight pizza hits different in a Michelin star way; Babe is convinced itâs the sleep deprived delirium talking.
âą Aaron hates getting woken up by Smartass in the middle of the night so they go ninja-mode lifting themselves off his chest. Theyâll usually just munch on some dry cereal right out the box before heading back to bed. Aaron secretly does the same thing and has yet to be caught drinking milk straight from the carton.
âą Ivan likes having chai and cookies if he and Baby are hungry in the middle of the night. Heâs a firm believer that warm drinks and cuddles make a happy, sleepy Baby.
âą Elliott is that bitch who makes an entire box poptarts at 1AM. Heâs not sorry and he is sharing.
âą James likes to have apples and peanut butter for a late night snack. He tries not to eat anything too heavy thatâll slow him down in the morning.
âą Anton loves some warm pumpkin soup for a midnight snack. Itâs always homemade and he always keeps a little on standby just in case his partner needs it.
âą Guy will gorge himself on candy in the middle of the night. Honey keeps finding his stashes but Guy just keeps finding new places to hide his Sour Patch Kids. Honeyâd check for secret compartments in the drawers if they thought Guy had the handyman-ness for it.
#redactedverse#redacted audio#redacted headcanons#david shaw#redacted asmr#milo greer#asher talbot#lasko moore#redacted huxley#redacted damien#vincent solaire#sam collins#redacted gavin#redacted aaron#redacted elliott#redacted avior#redacted ollie#redacted ivan#redacted anton#redacted guy
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Favorite Redacted quotes but the list gets longer everytime I find a new one
âAnd the energizer bunnyâŠTakes a tumbleâ -Milo
âIs this why you put up with my memes and shit? Because i gotta big dick and a great ass??â - Guy
âWHAT ECHO?!â â ALL OF REDACTED aka echo
âDo you love me?â â Imp!Damien
âKeep his name out of your FUCKING mouthâ -Sam
âLaying in comfortable silence, hands roaming lazily betwixt our supine bodies, tracing gentle patterns across supple skinâŠYes that was all about my eyesđâ â Guy
âThis isnât like a dog or something. Like normal wolves are big. Shifter wolves are even biggerâŠand iâm on the bigger end of that tooâ -David
âIs David being a total groomzilla about your side? Oopâ Heard that-â Asher
âBut I bet Iâd lay down for itâ â Vincent
âMake it twoâ âSam
âGreat deal on a large sausageâ âGuy
âWill you marry me, Angel?â âDavid
ââŠ.Isnât that right??â âHeyyy no tickling!!â â Gavin and Caelum
âNo not just yesâŠsay the wordsâŠsay the whole thingâ âVincent
âOhhâ You are getting close! Hi! Hi babyâŠ.I love youuuâ âGuy
âWe are NOT matching. I am wearing my work clothes, YOUâRE wearing contrabandâ â David
âsomeone please get the gentleman a door prizeââ Blake
âI was thinking a little less nature documentary and little more battle bots you know like i want you to just fucking SNAP me like a twigđâ -Guy
âNo! You canât tell me I taste good >:(â â Lasko
âWho are you and what have you done with my lover??â â Guy
âI know baby I knowâ â Milo
âStaaapppp youâre being rude⊠Yes RUDE you heard me!â âGuy
ââŠ..do itâ hmmmMmMmMmm okay okayâŠ.That had a little less finesse than iâm used toâ âMilo
âYou know what wordplay reminds me of? Tounge twisters!! And you know what tongue twisters remind me of? Tongue kissing!! Letâs explore that topic shall we?â âGuy
âThe goal is healin me, you canât be hittin me at the same timeâ âMilo
âShow me that wagon ya draggin sexy uehhâ -Guy
âWhoâs that bitch we hate?â â Asher
âAny hole is a goalâ â Guy
âJust move your assâŠ..hmm i didnât mean to move it quite like that but youâll get no complaints outta meâ âDavid
âMy mouth is good for a lot more than justâŠtalkinâ âMilo
âItâs our bedroomâŠ.Itâs our bedâ âGeordi
âHey Baaaaabyyâ âOllie
âIâve sat with these feelings long enough to know how to manage them I promiseâ âBlake
âCall me that one more time and you wonât be able to walk tomorrowâ âDavid
âI cant be another mistakeâŠbecause itâll break meâ âBlake
âIâm sure seeing him is likeâŠ.like those healing classes. A nice diversionđâ âPresident Moore
âMiloâŠplay niceâ â Imp!Asher
âYou donât have to order anyone to do itâŠJust take volunteersâ â Imp!Milo
âI just set my fucking curtains on fireâ -Damien
âWho taught you how to do healing magic?? A construction worker with a jackhammer?!â âMilo
âYouâre taking me so fucking goodâ âMilo
âIâm trying to get off of youâŠI donât wanna crush youâ âDavid
âAwe yeah i often walk into work with shotgun shells in my fucking brief caseâ âMilo
âI cant read your mind babyâ â Vincent
âWelcome home my love. How was your day?â -Gavin
âPark it on me Sweetheartâ â Milo
âThat does not feel like searching for a key Lovelyâ âVincent
âDo i need to set this stuff down or are you gonna behave?â âVincent
âYeah, no thinking about work today. Or weâll come over there and kick your assâ âMilo
âHeyâŠsorry iâm lateâ âBlake
âDo I look like i care??â âBlake
âIâm a grown ass manâ âMilo
âI DONâT whimperâŠâ âDamien
âYou know what we do toâŠBad Boyss around hereâđđđâ âGuy
âDid I really just get drive by kink shamed??!â âAsher
âAwweee poor babyâ âAsher
âKeep it in your pants you two. I already mopped this morningđâ âDavid
ââŠboopâ âSam
âI donât want this for you babyâ âMilo
âBoot Lickerâ âMilo
âIâll always find youâ âAvior
âWexler, Greer is causing problems at the west entranceâ â That One Guardđ
âThat wasnât rhetorical. Answer meâ âImp!Damien
âI love you more than human words can conveyâ âGavin
âYes babyâ âGavin
âRuth Holland are you here? Hello? Hello?â âMilo
âFuck, bounce on my fucking dickâ â Guy
âMoan. They moaned. You moaned.â â Geordi
âPfftttt hahaha- Okayâ WuHwuhWwaAââ â Guy
âThis isnât happening!!â â Ivan
âI donât like you, and Iâm not going toâ â Alexis
âHold still iâll grab you one of mineâ â Milo
âBad. Worse. Better.â â Vincent
âGo kick that assâŠ.champ? Oh God-â â Lasko
âNo can do babyâ -Huxley
âIâm just fucking with youâ â Sam Collins
âI needa stop saying fuck. Fuck. Sorry. And i needa stop saying sorry. fuck. sorry. FUCK i mean FUCK soâ oh fuckđ Oh my god i am such an idiotâ â Lasko
âI wanna touchâ â Stranger/Caller/John..?
âFuck! Fuck meââ â Lasko Moore
âCan I cum on you?â â Milo Greer
âI am not gonna have ants runnin round my house cause of youđâ â Sam Collins
âIt is not funny, you FUCKâ â Milo Greer
âIâll spank your ass brat. Not like itâd be the first time. Or the last.â â Milo Greer
âYouâll be safeâ â Blake
âWell of course itâs gaudy. I made itâ â Gavin
âShit Darlin. You really werenât gonna say anything about this?â â Sam Collins
âItâs all goodâ â Huxley
âI hate to make a guy lose his fuckinâ noodlesâ â Milo Greer
âWhere do you want these fangs baby?â â Sam Collins
âDo you have any idea just how much energy is coming off of you right now?â â Fool!Gavin
âSorryâ âFool!James
âI gotta go faster before i startâŠfuckingâŠcrying or somethingđâ â Asher
âMoan for me babyâ â Milo Rebane
âIâm still so hard omgâŠI think I can cum againâ âAsher
âBecause weâre going on a hike, babyâ â Damien
âYou want my body, you want my cooperation, then you let me have this. you let me have themâ â Blake
âBlink twice if you need help buddyâ â Asher Talbot
(I will be updating this list when i find/remember new onesđ)
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted headcanons#redacted shaw pack#redacted solaire clan#redacted damn crew#redacted balance#redacted guy#redacted ollie
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ALWAYS ââ Antonio Dawson x fem!reader
author's note; first songfic so i consider this an experiment lol. i'm also not so sure of a timeline especially for eva and diego's ages so let's just go with it
prompts; always â gavin james (song)
summary; antonio left without a word for years, leaving her clueless and heartbroken. but sometimes, all you need is a little time to heal without ever forgetting one another
ââ â. *. â
âWhat am I supposed to do without you?
Is it too late to pick the pieces up?
Too soon to let them go?â
He was gone.
Antonio had left without a word. She knew he was struggling. With his messed up shoulder and the rabbit hole of oxycodone, she knew he was at his breaking point.
But she never realised they were at their breaking point too. It was like it had been so easy for him to just leave that way. Leave Chicago and never look back. He didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to her.
It was Voight who told her. Who looked her in the eyes to tell her her partner had sent in his papers and left. Who offered her a day off because everyone knew how close they were.
They weren't dating. But they were something. And they were so close to everything but he just disappeared.
She couldn't help but ponder; what if she'd taken that leap of faith and just held him close? Let him into her heart and soul and give him everything that she was. Maybe he would have stayed. Maybe he would've let her help him.
Or maybe it was never an option. Maybe she never stood a chance. She'll never know.
âAnd this feels like drowning
Trouble sleeping
Restless dreamingâ
Antonio had been in Puerto Rico for months now. The different environment did him good. The new faces and new job with Gabby's crisis response team.
He was doing well. Or at least, he was trying.
But everytime he laid in his bed at night, he dreamt of her. Of what they could've been.
It would always end up with him sitting up in cold sweat, his hand gripping onto the chain around his neck â the dog tags hanging from it. He'd never forget the day he got it. A stupid little joke but now it was so much more than that.
She couldn't stop giggling. His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, holding the little box in his hands.
âAlright, what the hell is so funny?â Antonio questioned as he shook the box.
âOpen it! You'll see,â she laughed.
He couldn't help but smile. This woman had only been in intelligence for a year by his side, and yet she'd managed to put so many marks in his life. She was like a walking sun. Always so positive and bubbly.
How could he not keep her?
He opened the box, wondering what sort of Christmas present she'd gotten for him. She had matching sweaters with the girls, cute mugs for the guys. But for him it seemed different.
A chain. Two tags dangling at the end of it. One with his name and badge number engraved, the other with hers â along with a small note at the bottom that said âthe best partner everâ.
Thinking back to it now, he knew she was right. Because she was the best partner in every sense of the word. He'd gone through many different partners in his career, but none ever reached out to him the way she did.
And it still haunted him that he had the heart to just leave her without so much of an explanation.
âYou're in my head
Always, always
I just got scared
Away, awayâ
It was a bad case. A terrible one that will forever plague them both.
A child trafficking ring that was spread out wide all over the country. And even if they did manage to bring it down at the end â it was brutal. The image of the children that didn't make it, or the ones that did but will forever be traumatized, it hurt them deeply.
It was the first time she'd come to his apartment. The first time he held her in his arms. The first time she cried to him.
They shared a bottle of wine that night. The tv playing some soap opera neither of them bothered to pay attention to. Instead they were quiet. They sat together on his couch, a comfortable silence wrapping them both up.
They'd been partners for nearly two years then. And when he turned to look at her, the lights from the tv casting a soft glow over her features â her hair down, eyes a little bloodshot and yet the most relaxed he'd ever seen of her â he knew he was in trouble.
He knew he was in love where he shouldn't be.
âI'd rather choke on my bad decisions
Than just carry them to my grave
You're in my head
Always, always, alwaysâ
Three years of being his partner, meant three years of knowing the good and bad of each other.
She'd accepted it. She knew he had his pressure points. She knew he could get temperamental. She knew he preferred to colour within the lines â even if it was practically impossible when you're working under Hank Voight.
She also knew how he liked his coffee. She knew how he preferred phone calls over voice notes. She knew he'd rather have a night in with some microwaved pizza than to be out in town at some fancy restaurant.
She knew him like the back of her hand. And she knew he was going to jump in to save that kid from the line of fire, using his own body as a shield. Which was why she knew she had to take the kill shot to save her partner and the victim.
It didn't matter that they were in public. That civilians were around. She saw the suspect raise his gun after letting the kid go. She saw Antonio rush to grab the kid, his gun still in his holster. And she saw the way Antonio was directly in the line of fire.
One loud shot rang through the air, and the suspect was down with a bullet to the brain.
She'd never forget that. She was never the kind to easily pull the trigger on the job. In fact, out of all of them, she was the one least likely to even use her gun. But she didn't regret anything. She didn't even blink when she pulled the trigger and killed that man.
Because the alternative was so much worse. And she knew right then, she'd do anything for her partner.
Even now, years later, it was still something that haunted her. Not the fact she killed someone on the job. But the fact that she killed for him.
He'd been gone for two years now. Somewhere in the Bahamas, apparently. Gabby had come down to Chicago to visit â and the two women caught up for a quick chat.
âHe's doing well,â Gabby had told her. âHe joined a crisis response team in the Bahamas. But I know he misses Chicago.â
He misses you, was what Gabby wanted to say, but she refrained. Especially when she noticed the charm bracelet on the other woman's wrist.
The one Antonio had gifted her all those years ago. The one with an anchor charm on it because at the end of the day, they always kept each other grounded.
Gabby knew then that both her brother and her friend were nowhere near forgetting one another.
âI remember we were strangers
So tell me what's the difference
Between then and nowâ
Six years of being away finally brought him back to Chicago. It didn't seem like a lot had changed but he knew it had.
He remembered what it was like to live here. As he sat in the back of the cab, watching the city pass by, he remembered the times he used to drive them around the city when they were working.
âYou're being overdramatic,â she chastised.
âIâm being realistic. You should never hold a steering wheel again!â Antonio exclaimed.
They'd have this quarrel at least once a month. But Antonio never budged. He'd never let her drive.
âIt was one time, and it was warranted! We were chasing a suspect, how was I meant to follow rules?â she argued again as he laughed at her words.
âYou used the car as a weapon against the suspect by ramming him and his car into a brick wall. You're lucky no one took action on you.â
âIt was a good bust!â
Antonio found himself smiling softly as he recalled the memory. His hand absentmindedly went over his heart, before finding his chain and fiddling with it.
He wondered if she was well. She probably was. But did she find someone? Maybe she'd settled down. She always wanted a nice little house with a little family.
God, was she a mother now? With who? There were so many questions that he hadn't even noticed the cab had stopped at his destination. He left a tip, getting out and entering the coffee shop.
The one he always went to to get her complicated coffee order that no other coffee shop managed to get right except this one â even if it was a whole different way to work. He'd stop and get it for her everytime.
He got in line, focused on his phone as well as glancing up at the menu from time to time. Nothing about this little place had changed and that made him glad. It was still familiar.
It was when he reached the counter, about to say his order when he heard it. Her name. Called out by the barista who'd prepared her order.
He looked over, and he'd recognise her anywhere. Her hair was short now, stopping over her shoulders. Her smile was still the same, just as soft as before as she took the coffee from the barista.
She looked good. She always did but the years seemed to do her well.
She didn't notice him. Not yet. It was when she was heading for the sugar packs by the main counter that she glanced over. Then she did a double take.
Their eyes locked and it felt like a movie. Like a music video of some sort as she felt a rush. It was like a sudden jolt was sent through her every nerve and her whole body tingled.
He looked older. His jaw was covered with stubble and his hair had grown out a little. It wasn't immaculately styled as it usually was. But the leather jacket was still him. He never ditched that.
His eyes were still the same dark ones. The ones that always reminded her of the night sky.
It felt like she was staring at a stranger. But this stranger knew everything about her, didn't he?
âI know there's nothing left to cling to
But I'm still calling out your name
You're in my head
Always, always, alwaysâ
He should really leave her alone.
Yes. That was the best thing to do. The smart thing to do.
She walked out the door so quickly it was like she was running away from him. A few seconds passed before he went right after her.
He'd called out her name. Jogging up the sidewalk to reach her despite his better judgement.
She exhaled slowly, pausing as she glanced at him.
Six years of no contact and suddenly he was back in Chicago. Suddenly he was right here in front of her and she wasn't sure if she wanted to shoot him or hug him.
They stood on the sidewalk, finally facing each other. He'd practiced what he wanted to say. But every vocabulary he'd ever known seemed to escape him as he looked into her eyes.
He couldn't say a word. He didn't dare. And if she wanted to slap him he wouldn't have faulted her.
âWas it worth it?â
It was her who broke the silence. The six years they'd gone without saying a word to one another or even knowing about each other â broken by a simple question.
He blinked. He looked down, his hands slipping into his pockets. He was anxious. He wasn't sure what to do with himself.
âYes,â he answered. âAnd no.â
He sighed, shaking his head.
âI got clean. It was good. But⊠it wasn't what I wanted,â he said softly.
She looked up at him, her eyes almost blank. But there was still that familiar softness in them that made him realise she didn't hate him.
Or at least, to a certain degree.
âWhy are you in Chicago?â she then asked, glancing away briefly before looking at him again.
She felt like someone was picking the skin of a fresh wound that was starting to heal. Seeing him seemed to do that.
âEva's graduating. I'm here for her,â he answered after a beat.
She nodded. He was here for his kid's graduation, of course. Not for her.
âTell her I said congrats,â she then said with another nod.
For a moment they just stood there and stared at each other, drinking one another in like they'd been deprived of water for days and finally got a sip. It was frustrating because he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. Hug her like he used to be able to without even thinking.
Now it was like they were strangers that just started to know each other. Like they were nothing before this when they were so close to being everything.
He took a step forward. She stayed put.
Then his arms curled around her and pulled her in. He breathed her in, his eyes closing as the familiar sweet floral scent invaded his senses.
She froze. Her head was buried in the crook of his neck. Her eyes were closed as she inhaled deeply. His warmth was familiar. His cologne was familiar. Everything about him felt like coming home after a long day at work.
âIt's been too long,â he mumbled against her hair.
Her arms slowly circled his middle, finally holding onto him.
They both knew it couldn't go back to normal so easily. But they were willing to allow this moment of a reunion. This brief moment of peace as they held onto each other after years.
The long years of torment where they were constantly living in each other's minds and dreams. But he needed to get better. And to get better, he had to leave.
He's back now, better than he was when he left. And for now, that was enough. That was the silver lining of all the pain and torture.
âI'll make up for it. I promise,â he vowed.
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California Gov. Gavin Newsom and state Attorney General Rob Bonta are making a new legal push to crack down on crime in Oakland and Alameda County.
It follows the plan announced earlier this week to add 120 California Highway Patrol officers to boost security efforts in the East Bay.
The latest new partnership will help boost prosecution efforts.
The plan involves the use of attorneys from the California National Guard and state Department of Justice, adding more manpower to prosecute cases in Oakland and Alameda County tied to violent crimes, drug-related crimes and property crimes.
Alameda County District Attorney Pamela Price in a statement Thursday says she welcomes the support.
"I welcome the support from the Governor in this fight against organized retail crime and the scourge of Fentanyl in our community," Price said. "I am assigning Alameda County career prosecutor Assistant DA Michael Nieto to represent my office in this collaborative effort."
Newsom added: "An arrest isnât enough. Justice demands that suspects are appropriately prosecuted. Whether it's âbippingâ or carjacking, attempted murder or fentanyl trafficking, individuals must be held accountable for their crimes using the full and appropriate weight of the law."
Bonta said the East Bay is his home and he's committed to making sure the people of Oakland can live and work in a safe environment.
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My (embarrassingly okay-ish) 9-1-1 Sims
so I do not claim to be good at remaking real people in the sims... I want to go ahead and get that out of the way first and foremost
however I don't think I did *terrible* on these sims (some are definitely better than others) but with that said, here are my 9-1-1 sims
(please don't judge me too hard)
Evan "Buck" Buckley
the tattoo cc I made for buck is definitely way out-of-date, but alas i am too lazy to go back and make a new tattoo to add all of his current 6,000 tattoos (love your tats oliver but no thanks <3) Including that last shirtless pic to show them off a little better.
Eddie Diaz
I know that Eddie doesn't have Ryan's map&compass tattoo in the show but I love that tattoo on Ryan so I included it on Eddie. I chose this hair for him bc I wanted to like blend the length it's at now with his s6 style a little bit- very floofy yet tidy, but also not a schoolboy or slicked back to the gods.
Maddie Han
I think I spent hours trying to get JLH's face as perfect as I could in-game and honestly I don't hate the outcome? like it's definitely NOT perfect by any means, but I think Maddie is one of my favorite sims in terms of how she turned out.
Chimney Han
Chimney is where things started to go a little downhill for me... I don't know why, but after HOURS of working, I just cold not get him right so I eventually had to sit back, take a deep breath, and say 'this is as good as it's gonna get.' I'd like to issue my formal apology to Kenneth Choi for this <3 (pls don't judge too harshly I swear I tried)
Karen Wilson
Karen, like Chimney, was a sim I spent HOURS on trying to get right, but for some reason I just could not for the life of me perfectly replicate Tracie's face... and unfortunately when I first made these sims (a LONG time ago) there wasn't a hair that fit Karen perfectly until (imo) THIS one came with the Lovestruck Expansion pack... I did make the executive decision to give her light brown hair rather than the blonde/brown she actually has, because the blonde in-game looked weird on her. I know these aren't her classic dreads, but I feel like they evoke the general vibe of hers better than some of the options we have in-game.
Hen Wilson
so Hen turned out being one of my favorites. I really love the outfits I picked out for her (bc lets be honest Hen loves wearing some of the WILDEST fits on the show) but unfortunately, this game hates to give female sims just plain slacks that are higher-waisted, so I was stuck with a cc pair that don't quite match but what can I do
Bobby Nash
yet another sim who I feel like I missed the mark on- Peter Krause's face was just IMPOSSIBLE to replicate, so I did my best. I also made the executive decision to not go full-grey for Bobby bc then he looked ancient rather than just late-50s.
Athena Grant
All I have to say about Athena is ANGELA BASSETT DID THE THING (also the cop outfit does NOT do her justice in this- I promise I worked hard to make sure Athena was giving just as much mommy vibes as she does on the show in her other outfits) (she's also ripped as fuck in my game bc I said so)
May Grant
I have a love-hate relationship with this sim because I spent so much time trying to perfectly replicate Corrinne's face, but no matter what I did there was always something that was always just the tiniest bit off... she's definitely not the worst of these sims though
Ravi Panikkar
all I have to say about Ravi is that if they want to give him a boyfriend in s8 i am available, and willing to travel to shoot in Los Angeles-
Also, I DID make a Josh sim, but I accidentally deleted him bc my mouse battery was dying and it was glitching out and i misclicked the "yes delete" button rather than the "don't delete" on the "are you sure?" tab and I didn't feel like going back and finding him again in the depths of my library so I will have to remake him :/
Oh and I made Chris too but every child sim looks exactly the same so he doesn't look anything like Gavin, but that was out of my hands I fear đ
But anyway, these are my 9-1-1 sims... I made these forever ago and went through last night and updated their hair/outfits, but I haven't touched their physical attributes since I first made them. I'm excited to start playing with them again đđ
#911 abc#911#911 on abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#buddie 911#buck and eddie#911 buddie#maddie han#chimney han#karen wilson#hen wilson#bobby nash#athena grant#may grant#ravi panikkar
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Imagine you are Hayden Christensen's closest friend from college and you help him going through his divorce. Will friendship be enough for either of you? Based on the request made by @calzone-d ...
Warnings: *long post*, drama, explicit smut, fluffy endings.
Recommendations: "Summertime Sadness", "Ride", by Lana Del Rey; âScared to be Lonelyâ by Dua Lipa; âHere with meâ, by the Killers; âAlwaysâ by Gavin James.
***
How it started...
You were 19 years old when you finally got the chance to study cinema at Y/C's university. An old dream you had, to be able to transmit onscreen all your ideas. Your family encouraged you to pursuit the academy of arts in order to become an actress, but you thought yourself too introspective to act.
Well, here you were when you met him. The one who was destined to remain a principal figure in your life over the years. Taking acting classes--well, you did need to study it anyway--you bumped into Hayden Christensen.
"Excuse me", he said to you, a little out of breath.."Is this the acting class with Miss H/N? I fear I am slightly late..."
You remembered finding his blue eyes the handsomest pair of eyes you ever came across with: they were intense, secretive, but friendly too, somewhat emotional. You were instantly captivated.
"Yes, it is. And you are not in the slightest late, young man, but /very/ late indeed. Come in, take your seat, I'll have you updated..."
He gives you a long gaze, relieved for being saved from a bigger troubleâand you can tell he is a freshman like you.
âMy name is Y/Nâ, you side smirk at him.
âNice to meet you, Y/N. I am Hayden.â
You both shake hands. Something ignites within, but you think itâs because he has such a good auraâŠ
*
âYou are such a great actress!â, he is telling you, so many months later. âQuit with the production, you are better than me in decorating the lines.â
You grimace, which makes him laugh. The sound of his laughter is so comforting, like this call to your home.
âI donât like this acting thingâ, you dismiss his compliments nonchalantly. Today, you are in a cafeteria, celebrating the end of another semester. One more to go and you will be ready to keep up with your lives, though you and Hayden had vowed to each other never to be apart. âI feel more comfortable behind the cameras. By the way, I just had this idea!â
And then you lean to him, ready to shake him by his shoulders. He nearly chokes with his cokeâbut then laughing as always because your impulsiveness often brings him to laughters.
âFor the love of God, woman. Do you want to see me dead before the time?â
You side smirk, silently apologizing with your puppy eyes. Hayden smiles back, before encouraging with what you had to say with only a nod. As you do, he seems to suddenly notice how nice your hair looks this day.
âI just had the greatest idea ever! I could film your audition and send to George Lucas. The Star Wars director is looking for someone of our age to portray young Anakin Skywalker. You know, before he becomes Darth Vader, of course.â
Hayden is taken aback by what you tell him. You can see the mix of sentiments that rises behind his blue eyes: insecurity, suspicious before reasoning to excitement.
âWhat? Are you for real, Y/N? How come did you hear about it? I meanâŠâ
You tell him how your internship led you to it. This is how the fun begins, how both of you in fact begin your career.
*
You are there in every moment of his life: when Hayden has to conciliate his last semester with the filming of âEpisode II: Attack of the Clonesâ, when he tells you that he and his on-screen romantic pair are having a thing.
He is also present at your graduation, the moment when you begin to transit to adulthood. What about it when you get yourself drunk for the very first time?
He is there too.
âI hate the taste of alcoholâ, you grumble, unsure how come you are at his couch. âIt aches my stomach, makes me sick.â
Hayden chuckles at how all of a suddenly you turn into these kind of discoveries after spending five years in college doing nothing but well behaving. However, due to such a strong bond you two share, he takes care of you.
âThis is the moment where I tell you something you told me once: better to put out than to swallow all in.â
You raise your face, eyes twinkling with amusement.
âDid you just hear yourself?!â
âWasnât that what you told me?â
âNo!â, you laugh hard at his remark. âOh my God, H!â
He chuckles after you.
âWell, it did make you laugh, didnât it?â
***
âą The subtle changesâŠ
You are single again. Your ex dumped you. Coincidently, Hayden is single as well. Heâs also been going through a difficult phase in his life after all the critics coming from the fans of âStar Warsâ. âEpisode IIIâ of the franchise didnât go that well and even though itâs been a year since itâs release, heâs still affected by it.
âWeâve been through so much togetherâ, Hayden tells you one day. âWe should definitely do something new for a change.â
âI agreeâ, you sigh. Currently unemployed, you havenât been yourself lately either. âAny thoughts?â
âA good journey would do us well. Let us go to Scotlandâ, so he says, excited. âCome on, Y/N. Iâll let you drive!â
You chuckle at his old tendency to be so reckless. And you do so because you canât refuse him anything. A bad omen you clearly ignore, of course.
âVery well. When should we do this trip?â
But whyâd you bother to ask when you know the answer? Hayden smiles warmly at him.
Oh that damn smileâŠ
âTomorrow. Iâve already bought the tickets and booked the hotel.â
You scoff at him, offended.
âWhat? Why? Are you taking me for granted, Christensen? For the love of GodâŠâ
Just like that he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, smiling as you scream out of surprise. As he puts you down, Hayden messes with your hair, delighted when seeing heâs the reason of your amusement.
And he realizes this is a nice view to contemplate: the sight of your smile, the sound of your laughters, the joy that sparks in your eyes⊠Seeing you like this makes him genuinely smile in his turn and forget about his bad phase.
But he doesnât realize that this may mean something else. Or perhaps he doesnât want to. Itâs been years now since you and him became the closest of the friends, so what if all of this is just the result of genuine admiration from one friend to the other?
Regardless, heâs going to take you with him to Scotland. And so you go with him⊠It is wild to consider how you are usually all straight, not doing nothing that goes out the line all the whilst Hayden is more prompted to take chances and live the present quite intently.
On that fact you blame him being very aries all the whilst you, as taurus lady, prefer to know where you are going. However, he makes life so interesting that even you, as already observed, cannot deny him anything.
So here you are now at Edinburgh.
âI love everything that is medievalâ, you tell him excitedly with a spark in your eyes that makes Hayden smile. He does like when you speak passionately about the things you are interested. âI cannot believe I took so long to come here!â
âYeah, me neither!â
It is a good time to be alive, both of you agree. The landscape is seductive, peaceful, traits much sought after such a bad period you both went through. People too are kind, albeit reserved, but very pleasant.
Those days are being built in your memory as something great to be remembered, but perhaps there is just more that neither seem too attentiveâŠ
âLady, one bedroom with two bedsâ, asks Hayden, when you got to London eventually because he, of course, is a man who plans very littleâmuch to your distress, the woman who likes everything settled.
But this is not any hotel, but a fanciful one. The said lady looks at him pitifully.
âMr Christensen, my apologies, but there is only a suite with one bed.â
You two blush, but Hayden somehow doesnât mind it. This is when you realize you not only donât mind it but you also want itâŠbadly. Perhaps thatâs why you sabotage it.
âYou know what? Letâs make it for another day. Come now, Hayden. Thank youâ, you blurt out, pushing him outside.
âWhat the hell was that?â, he frowns at you. âY/N, whatâs wrong with sharing a bed? Do you honestly think anything would happen or what?â
He doesnât realize his words hurt you, but in truth there is more than his subtle frustration at your refusal allows him to admit. There is an unspoken rising desire between you.
And of course you have to ruin everything.
âI just⊠please donât be upset! Itâs because I cannot afford it andâŠâ and you tell him the other reason for it, which appeases his anger and is more palpable than youâd care to admit: you are expecting an interview.
Hayden softens, naturally, but you know heâs changed. You hate it because you know why. There are so many things that suddenly rise in your throat but they die choked.
Somehow Hayden knows it too. But he chickens away. He hugs you instead, not willing to lose his best friend.
âIâm sorry for being such an impulsive jackass. But we did have a great time, didnât we?â
Oh but if only you knew what waits for you back to USâŠ
***
âą The marriage
Here you are, dressed in yellow, standing as a maid in honor for the bride and groom. Your heart breaks because you realize a little too late that you are in love with your best friend.
Worse is: had you accepted to share one bed with Hayden in London, everything would be different. Yeah, you may not have gotten that job as a producer of that movie, but Hayden wouldnât meet Rachel Bilson.
Nonetheless, here you are. Celebrating their vows, wondering if you could be there for a moment, what would be like if you were her.
âHey, Y/Nickname!â, Hayden exclaims after the ceremony is over. He is wearing his gorgeous smile and dressed in fanciful robes, which all highlights his handsomeness. But you have learned to bury everything deep inside your heart. A secret that youâd take to your grave.
âI canât believe you are married, Hay!â, you giggle when you greet him with a tight embrace. âIâm so happy for you! Oh my God, look how grown up you are!â
He laughs quietly.
âI know right? Whoâd ever thought? The idea of marriage was hardly ever entertained for meâ, so he says.
âOh right! As I told Rachel once, I do have recollections of your drunkenness state and all that came betweenâ, you laugh too, remembering the first time he had a hangover.
âWhat a time to be aliveâ, says Hayden in his typical good mood.
As you speak, you do seem to come to terms that if he is happy, so are you. You are at peace with it at long last. Hayden, on his turn, for a time seems to have suspected that you harbored feelings for him. But he always ignored it for the sake of your friendship. Now seeing how genuinely happy you are for him, certainly he believes it was all a thing of his head.
But why does he have a bittersweet taste of it?
âCould you introduce me to that man over there?â You nudge his sides, pointing to a handsome man that is not very far from Rachel herself.
Hayden raises an eyebrow.
âReally, now, Y/N?â
âYou donât expect me to be a nun, do you?â
He chuckles.
âWell I donât want to see you get hurt, is allâŠâ
Quite unwillingly, though, he leads the way. And maybe the night will not end that bad for you, after all.
***
âąThe divorce and the consequencesâŠ
In fact, looking back now it was really a great job pushing Hayden to introduce the guy to you because he ended up becoming your boyfriend.
This new relationship of yours, however, changed the dynamics of your friendship with Hayden for some timeâbut maybe it was all because he was living a different life now, becoming a father in the process.
A few years rolled upon, though, when everything started to fall apartâfor you and Hayden. You found out that your new relationship was damaged because you and your boyfriend were scared to be lonely. A crisis developed to fights, to exchange of words that only broke hearts.
In the meantime, Hayden realized how long he missed his best friend. His own marriage started to fall apart, but the more it broke down, the more he needed you again.
Was it a selfish wish to have you by his side? Such questionings never reached you out due to his pride, that masked his hurt. Perhaps he was only scared to be lonely too. He could deal with it himself.
Nonetheless, destinyâthe same destiny that pushed one from the otherâis about to bring you two together again. One call and your night would be different.
You are single now, ready to go out that night with your girlfriends when suddenly a phone call startles you. Itâs Hayden. Your heart races: he hasnât been the one to call, and hasnât done so for a long while.
âHey, H. How are you? Havenât heard of you for some time. Is everything ok?â, you ask, concerned.
There is a pause that accelerates your heart. You know he is not well. Before he answers, you immediately add:
âIâll be in your home in a few minutes.â
âIâll give you the new address. Iâm not living with Rachel anymore: we got divorced.â
You are stunned upon those words. Now your silence leaves Hayden uncomfortable. He breaks it by saying:
âY/Nickname? Are you there?â
âYes, honey, I am. Iâm so sorry, Hay. Please stay there⊠Iâll be on my way.â
He chuckles.
âWhere else would I go to?â
In a matter of minutes, after requesting an Uber, you, dressed the way you are, arrive to his new home. Hayden side smirks when seeing you, though how he eyes you up and down makes you blush lightly.
âWow, Y/N. Looking hot, arenât you?â, he laughs when seeing the pink painting your cheeks, hugging you tight when receiving you. âPlease tell me I didnât ruin your night.â
You slap his shoulder playfully, eyes rolling at his drama.
âDonât say bullshit to me, Christensen. I just wish I knew it properly before. I hope you donât mind me looking like this.â
âYou have always been a distraction to my eyesâ, he teases you, pleased to see nothing has really changed between the two of you. âWe need some wine, itâs not really a warming night, I suppose.â
As you look into his new apartment, he promptly gets the best wine to serve you. Without your knowledge, Haydenâs eyes follow your moves: noticing your y/c hair is now on your shoulders, how vivid your eyes are, remaining as observing and curious as before.
He cannot help admiring you physically too: though this is a cold night and you are dressed accordingly, when you drop your black coat on his coach, he sees your warming blouse shows some skin.
Indeed, Y/N, looking as hot and beautiful as always. Such is his thought.
He never really told you but Rachel was jealous of you. According to her, she could see you harbored feelings for him and part of her feared Hayden would correspond. Nonsense, heâd tell her.
But now, was she really so wrong? Yet, another and more important question he asks himself is: how could have he let go of you? Not only about matters of sentimentalism, but youâve been an important piece of his life.
Seeing you back hurts his heart because he now sees the stupidity in letting go of you. He wishes he could have asked you to wait for him, to never let go of you. But this is such a state of complex selfishness that he quiets his internal riot and puts a smile on his lips when bringing the two of you the best wine he has, aware you prefer the sweet ones.
âI was admiring your new apartmentâ, you tell him, smiling in thanks as he passes you a full glass. âWhoa, looks like we are having a full drinking night, arenât we? Christensen, I am not that young anymore. Not sure I am prepared to have a full hangover again.â
Hayden cracks loud and the sound of his laughters makes your heart skip a beat. Nothing feels different, you think, pleased.
âIâm bringing us something to eat, silly head. Besides Iâve always taken care of you, right?â
âThat is trueâ, you agree. âBut what are we having to eat today?â
âAlways hungry, eh?â, he teases you.
You shrug playfully before saying:
âWhat can I do? I am a Taurus, you know it!â
He rolls his eyes, laughing loud again at your remarksâand that sound has always made your heart race, hasnât it?
âNot with that astrology nonsense again!â
You slap his arm playfully before joining him in chuckles.
âAlways with that astrology nonsense, silly.â
It is not until pizza is brought to you that the serious conversation is finally there.
âSo what happened, Hayden?â, you ask him softly.
He sighs heavily, avoiding your gaze. He is silent, but you are patient, giving some time, for which he appreciates it.
âHow often do we fall for the idea our minds make of the person?â, says he, sounding frustrated. âNot rarely we come to romantic ideas of marriage that break before the crude reality, you know? Itâs not just about being different, Y/N, itâs⊠the commitment, I suppose, in making everything right. Turns out we had very different ideas of making it right.â
âIâm sorry, Hay. I really amâ, you speak gently, taking his hand to yours, realizing how broken he is makes your heart sensitive to his pain.
He appreciates it, but when feeling your skin against him, Hayden is remembered the days before he met Rachel. The way he made you smile, the jokes that brought him to laughters. How easily it was to be around you, how you softened him. He, who was never a sentimental man, hugged you more times than he realized.
But Hayden sweeps away such memories.
âI am too. But I am fine nowâ, he shrugs. âI mean, not entirely recovered, but better than being broken.â
âTake your time, itâs the best you can do. How long has it been going on?â
Hayden hesitates but says:
âSix months.â
Your eyes go wide and your voice comes louder than expected:
âYOU HAVE GONE THROUGH A DIVORCE SIX MONTHS AGO?â
At least he has the decency to blush.
âHayden! How could you keep me in secret for such a long time?!â
Youâd remove his hand but Hayden doesnât let you to. Pulling you to his side, he says, almost in a tone of desperation:
âI thought I could handle this by myselfâ, he explains. âI really didnât want to bother youâŠâ
Perhaps itâs the wine, but your tongue runs loose with words that have long been choked in your throat.
âAnd what am I to you? A second option, a plan B that didnât work out? Youâve kicked me out of your life, Hayden. Youâve never called me to ask me if I was doing ok!â
He gives you a painful look that makes you regret instantly of what you said. Youâd think he let go of you and a fight would comeâthis happened once when both of you were drunk, though by then you were both silly and immature.
âIâve got a war in my mind for a long whileâ, he exclaims, holding your wrist and he pulls you even closer to him. âI was fucking stupid, I screwed it, I know. But never would I kick you out of my heart, Y/N! And I⊠Iâm sorry I was fucking blinded by my pain. But only because I feared to hurt you.â
You await for his burst to end, very familiar with his intensityâbut when his blue eyes search for yours, your soul is denuded.
Oh fuck.
âI stepped away because he was a douchebagâ, he proceeds. âYou deserved better than such a man, Y/N. Iâve heard of his doings but I couldnât reach you out when⊠when I was in the mid of a crisis myself.â
âYouâve always been too shut in yourself to let others inâ, you sigh. âBut what relation is there with the fact I was in a relationship?â
âYou deserved betterâ, he says with greeted teeth, holding your face with his hands, both of you barely noticing how your bodies have been dancing dangerously close to each other. âYou are still slow after all this time?â
You are shocked, perplexed by his words. You freeze. Hayden smiles slowly at your reaction.
âI feel it everywhere, nothing scares me anymore. I wonât let you go. Now now, not ever. Fuck, I married the wrong person. Heaven has always been my favourite place on Earth when I was with you.â
âYou have always been the bestâ, you mumble incoherently.
Just like that your lips clash against his. In between fervent kisses, where he pulls you to his lap, no reason is admitted. Not anymore.
âIâve missed you, Y/Nicknameâ, he groans against your lips. âLike the sun misses the moon.â
âAlways the romanticâ, you chew his bottom lip as your hands run over his hair, pulling it gently. âDonât want your memories anymore. Fuck, Christensen, you took so long.â
âThis is not a game, I swearâ, he breaks the kiss to pursuit your skin, his tongue already on your neck as his hands hold your hips, making you feel his rigid pants.
âOh Lord. My worst sin is to never be able to refuse you anythingâ, you hate how wine makes you speak your mind.
Raising his head to watch you intently, he messes with your hair before holding your chin, drawing you closer to him.
Oh that intensity that involves one to the other!
âThen make me a sinner too for giving you all that you deserve.â
You crawl over him, you know you do, when your tongue pursuits his, one pairs the other rhythmically, perfectly. And then he lies you there on the couch, hands already working to remove your pants.
His eyes are set on yours like that of a hunter about to capture his prey. He knows you are on fire and that he is the gasoline. You lean partly to remove his shirt, hands all over him. You gasp when feeling his muscles under your touch and you want more, butâŠ
âPatience, Y/Nicknameâ, his voice is husky and domineering when laying you down again.
âYes, Masterâ, you giggle softly, in such a state that makes you both smile to the other.
And just like that his hands find way to your thighs, gently parting before inserting one right there in your feminine parts, not really taking away your panties for such.
âOh, God!â You moan sensually, enjoying his eyes on you as he works wonderfully on you. âThis is better than I thought!â
âIs it?â, he groans softly in your ear. âHow long have you been thinking about it, dear one?â
âFor a long while! God knows how muchâŠâ, another moan breaks you, earning him a smirk. âHaydenâŠâ
âYeah?â
âI fucked him thinking about youâ, you admit.
His eyes dart, his body shakes lightly with desire. Slowly moving on top of you, his moves increase intently, watching you with desire.
âDamned be you for never speaking your thoughts to meâ, he lifts your blouse gently but you help him removing it. As he starts to kiss your neck down to your chest, your legs begin to get heavy at his tenderness. âYou should have spoken it to meâŠâ
âNever had I the courage to do soâ, you moan, enjoying having his hand over your neck lightly as he bites down your bra, slowly removing it with his mouth.
âFor you should. It would have spared us some time. I fucked her thinking of you tooâ, he admits it drunkly before burying his lips to your nipple, much to your delight.
Hayden ruins you and itâs better than you could have thought. You want him to yourself, to make him unspeakable things but itâs difficult to do or say anything when his lips are so occupied with each nipple, twirling his tongue around it, sucking and biting it.
The sounds in his living room go louder each time. You are brought to heaven, and only then you take control of yourself again.
âHaydenâŠâ, you barely speak when he finishes with you.
You both are a puddle of mess when you, nude, sit over his lap. You share a drunk look, one filled with the darkest desires for so long muffled, now brought to light.
âYes, babe?â He kisses your shoulders, groaning as you rub yourself against his hardness. âWill you forgive me for such a behavior?â
His words are barely heard when his head is thrown back because your skillful hands find way to his pants and remove it so soon.
You glance at his manhood, impressed by how it is when itâs this hard under your touch.
ïżœïżœïżœYou donât deserve forgivenessâ, you giggle softly as you start rubbing it, enjoying to feel the drip of it. âYou should be punished.â
He holds back a gasp at your words. Now eyeing you, interested in your upcoming moves. And when you slide to your kneesâŠ
âBabeâŠâ
âYeah?â
One glance. Unspoken words fill the air. And you take with his mouth at long last, not stopping until you have it all down your throat.
âFor Godâs sake!â, he gasps. âI canât wait any longer to have you with me!â
All gentleness is left aside when he helps you settle on his lips and he slides inside you. To feel him throbbing like this, going so hard in you makes you arch your back.
âThis feels so good!â
His hands move down your back as his lips pursuit your skin, licking and taking every bit of youâthough he does know how much you enjoy when he takes his time around your nipples, which he does graciously.
But itâs not until his eyes meet yours, sealing your lips as much as you seal your bodies together, that all is at long last truly consumedâŠ.
***
âą Nowadays
In a sober state, everything is better appreciated. Hayden watches as you gleefully prepare breakfast. There is nothing but genuinely love in his eyes.
What had started as an explosion of sentiments for so long kept in secret has now flown to what should have always been: a genuine relationship. From friends to lovers. From lovers to something better.
He smiles, not now missing the lateness of his realization that you have always been the love of his life. He stands and moves to behind you, holding you close and smelling your scent as you prepare him some eggs.
âWhat? Iâve been sensing your eyes over meâ, you giggle like a little girl. âDonât get me weak again, Christensen. This is so not you.â
He turns you at him and holds your face between his hands.
âI love you, Y/Nickname.â
Hayden smiles wide when seeing a blush painting your cheeks. And he beams when you tell him the same.
âI love you too, H. Though I fear I love you more.â
âThat is not trueâ, he protests in between laughters.
But before you fall into that old cliche you and him enjoy in secret intimacy, breakfast is ready. As you two enjoy that morning moment, it doesnât strike as how many years have passed before you two achieved it at long last.
âI have news to tellâ, says Hayden with a bright smile on his lips.
You rest your chin over your hands and say:
âWell? Tell me at once.â
He appreciates all the love that comes from you. The way you look at him, how genuinely you listen and help him in every moment, how kind you always are, how sincere you speak your heart out. So many virtues and even your flaws he appreciates.
There is so much love between the lines and out of them too.
âI was asked to play Anakin Skywalker again.â
And how fantastic you are as his soon to be wife when you jump in his arms excited with his news.
âThat is awesome, my darling! Iâm so happy for you!â
âA better start than I could have thoughtâ, he admits, pulling you to sit on his lap.
âYou deserve it allâ, you brush your lips against his. âI love you, my heart.â
âI love you, my soulâ, he whispers back.
And this is the ending you deserve.
***
âąEpilogueâŠ
When you show up dressed in redâfrom your full lips to your bodyâHayden feels something rise in his chest.
âMy God, you look gorgeous, Y/NâŠâ, so he says mischievously when you show up after leaving him waiting for 30 minutes. âIt was worth the timeâŠâ
You giggle, blushing lightly after all this time. Your hair is loose wavily, put on side as you wear the necklace and earrings Hayden gifted you in your birthday.
âDonât be silly. Have they arrived yet?â
The occasion is to celebrate Hayden and Ewanâs series âKenobiâ. Haydenâs aforementioned friend said he was going to pick them up in a limo so theyâd go all together.
âThey are about to⊠which leaves us a few minutesâ, he places right behind you, holding your waist tightly.
âHayden⊠It took me some time to get properly dressed. Besides, IâŠâ you get lost at your words when he starts kissing your neck and his hands move up and down your back.
âWhat are you trying to say?â
Hayden smirks, enjoying the effect he has over you. Itâs been some good years since you got together, but even now he manages to get you speechless.
âIâŠâ
Your mind goes blank when he turns you to the mirror and see the naughty look that rests in those blue eyes. His hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples before slowly exposing them.
âHayden⊠they areâŠ.â You moan softly, struggling to keep your composure.
He turns you now against the wall of your bathroom, mouth dropping to your full chest all the whilst his hands move to your thighs.
âHmmâ, he sings softly, humming against your skin. âHot as hell, wife.â
You try not to fall from your heels.
âHayden!â You cry out when his fingers find all the way to you.
âYou get your man on knees every single time. Getting me overzealous, uh?â, he smirks when going to his knees. âAll wet for me, honey? Let me taste you thusâŠâ
You are almost ruined as he does so, his tongue in you the way you want him to. You forget yourself, forget the reason why this expensive gown you bought three months ago was quite difficult to dressâprecisely why youâd want to tell him by the end of the night.
You forget your state, you forget you should be checking time before your friends arrive. There is nothing to remember as he fucks you with his tongue deliciously until you are about to come undoneâŠ
Just like that he lifts your thighs and before you complain, he slides his manhood within, fucking you slowly and pleasantly.
âOh God!â You scream but he has to quiet your sounds, especially because⊠the bell is rang.
âThat was quickâ, he manages to say breathlessly as he rushes to keep himself recomposed.
You giggle, suddenly shy as you do the same.
âIndeedâŠâ
Hayden finds you adorable and peppers kisses around your face.
âThey can wait a little. I thought you wanted to say something⊠you know, beforeâŠâ
You two share a giggle and he smiles when you bury your face in his shoulder.
âI⊠I am pregnant, H.â
He hugs you closer. What a night, what a life with you is. Hayden Christensen could not have been any happierâŠ
#star wars#star wars imagine#imagine star wars#Hayden Christensen#Anakin Skywalker#darth vader#Hayden Christensen smut#hayden christensen x y/n#Hayden Christensen x female reader
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a new kind of love
pairing: klavier gavin x gn!reader
summary: klavier gaving is your rival. no, your enemy! and yet for some reason, he seems to want to go on a date with you�
tags: defense attorney!reader, rivals/enemies to lovers (friendly rivalry), flirty!klavier, misunderstandings (& resolution)
âyou're staring at me. have you finally realized how irresistible i am~?â
klavier had caught you daydreaming, with your gaze unfortunately lingering on the blonde man. no matter how fast you averted your gaze, it was already too late. as soon as he had noticed, you knew he wouldn't give you a break anymore.
âoh shut upâŠâ you huffed and turned away. but even as you turned away, klavier followed your gaze and stood in front of you, grinning amused.
âthen perhaps⊠are you upset over the trial? because i've won and you lost your case~?â
klavier really was a cocky man. it was infuriating to be near him, as he always tried to rile you up. it was even worse outside of court, since he had the chance to throw you off with some flirty one liners and compliments, which always managed to fluster you, even when you tried so hard not to show a reaction to them.
âbeginners luckâ was all you huffed in response. âeven a broken clock is right twice a day. i wouldn't get too cocky about winning a single case. i'm still in the lead, you know~?â
âstill, i seem to recall that we've had a little bet going on about today's trial. something about⊠what was it again~?â
klavier knew exactly what the bet was about. before every trial, the two of you would bet on something. whenever you won, you made him praise you, enjoying seeing the cocky man having to praise someone other than himself for once. and if klavier won, he usually asked for the same. only that he was far more specific about the praise he wanted to hear from you.
âyou want me to compliment you again, isn't that it? fine then, what do youââ
âah, not this time!â klavier interrupted you with a grin. you frowned confused, as he leaned forward. âthis time, i want something elseâŠâ
you cocked your head to the side, wondering what klavier was up to this time.
âalright, spill it. what do you want?â
âdinner. you and me, tonight. call it a date!â
you laughed as he said those words. surely, klavier must be joking. the two of you were rivals, enemies even. why would he want to take you on a date?
but klavier didn't laugh. there was a small smile on his lips, but he seemed genuine. he didn't joke, didn't make a stupid comment or anything of the sorts. he simply looked at you, waiting for you to agree to it. after all, you did owe himâŠ
âwait, you're seriousâŠ?â you swallowed the laughter and looked at klavier. âi thought⊠you hated me.â
a smile hushed over klavier's lips, as he grabbed your hand, pressing a gentle kiss onto it.
âi've never hated you. not one bit, my loveâ
ât-then⊠all those bets and the banter before the trials? whyâŠ?â you mumbled, trying to make sense of it. âdon't tell me⊠you were trying to flirt with me?â
klavier chuckled and let go of your hand. he seemed quite amused that you were so startled by this revelation.
âweren't you flirting back?â he asked. âor⊠did you really see me as your enemy?â
#klavier gavin x reader#klavier x reader#gavin x reader#klavier gavin#klavier#gavin#x reader#x you#x y/n#x gn reader#ace attorney x reader#ace attorney#oneshot#dating#fluff#enemies to lovers
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Vamptember Day 3 - Slice of Life
{gavin luke - come spring}
Itâs pouring rain and smells like lightning outside. Darker than it usually is this time of day, so that when Marius wakes heâs already missed the last bits of the sunset behind the heavy storm clouds.
He craves it sometimes. Even two millennia inâperhaps because itâs two millennia inâhe keeps wondering if he can trick the Blood, even just for a few seconds. He wonders, as he gets older, how much earlier he can wake, how much he can push it. How long before his eyes stop hurting when the sky is still red.
But itâs nice, for now. Soothing to wake to the thunder.Â
He leaves the balcony doors open and turns on RĂĄdio CBN as he wanders about, running through his early evening routine. He dresses, and stands in front of the bathroom mirror for a little too long, trying to decide if he should cut off his hair tonight. He has been, recently. It feels lighter when he and Daniel go out. Tonight he thinks he wants to stay inside. Maybe just sit on the balcony and enjoy the rain. He stares at his his hair for a moment, tilts his head to see the way it gleams in the artificial light.Â
Sometimes he wonders what Daniel sees in him.
More to do. He shuts the lights off, takes a trip down to the front desk to check their mail. Daniel has been waiting on a book he ordered from the internet, but itâs not here yet. A postcard from Benji, though, and Marius smiles down at it as he rides the elevator back up.
Then he gets the incense lit, checks his emails, tries to remember where he left his new mobile phone. Itâs the third one heâs bought this year. Keeps leaving them places.Â
Excitable Portuguese spills through the radio speakers, recapping a sporting event from earlier in the afternoon. Marius raises an eyebrow, glances towards the bedroom, listening for clues that Daniel is awake. Heâs gotten into the local team and DVRâs the day games. He hates getting spoilers before he can watch. Itâs still quiet, though, a little early for him.Â
The radio is nice, as he paces the suite. Fills the space a little, the voices blending with the rain. Less lonely, while he waits for Daniel to wake up. He pauses in the doorway of the bedroom, tempted to go wake him, staring at the shining mahogany doors of the walk-in closet.Â
Danielâs made them a little nest in there, where itâs light-tight. Marius had found it silly at first, told him it wasnât a good solution if they were to live here. Told him they could find another place. Daniel had insisted, though. Called it a pillow fort.Â
Marius can survive in the large bed during the dayâthe heavy curtains are enough for him nowâbut he finds himself in there more often than not. Sort of cozy. Reminds him of the early years, with Pandora, curled together as the sun pulls him under every morning. Itâs been a long time since he woken in anotherâs arms.Â
He considers calling her.
No real reason. Just feels nice to sometimes, now that technology allows for it. But he canât remember where sheâs been lately, isnât sure about the time zone.Â
Canât remember where he left his phone, either. His eyes sweep across the suite, half-heartedly open to spotting it, but he doesnât try harder than that. She probably finds him boring, anyway. Itâs fine.
Just wait for Daniel.
He shrugs to himself. Shakes the energy out of his hands.Â
The room came stocked with a decorative Gisele BĂŒndchen coffee table book, and he picks it up to bring outside. He tucks himself into the loveseat on the terrace, safely beneath the awning where itâs dry. Heâs looked through this book every night since theyâve been here.
Something haunting about the photographs, and he keeps studying them. The dramatic lighting, the use of color, the way she steels herself and challenges the camera lens. Marius makes eye contact with the glossy paper, wondering about her, and this character she plays.Â
Humans are so strange.
Or, not at all. He supposes itâs the most normal thing in the world, since antiquity, no different from the drama and fantasy of ancient texts. This old play-pretend, as if sheâs some ethereal creature, and not a soft mortal child.
He stops on a photo where sheâs draped in green fabric, her figure timeless, like the marble statues from when he was alive. Then thereâs one taken with a camera flash, quick and messy, where sheâs laughing, hair thrown back, color warm and utterly mortal in her face. The next sheâs wearing a tiger head, and then painted black, unnatural and dangerous behind a string of barbed wire. Some are high fashion and some are raw human mess. She stands in a garbage pail on one page, then sprawls across the ground with flowers growing from between her legs on the next.
Marius hadnât wanted to go out tonight, but he wonders if he should go paint. Find someplace quiet and dry, ponder these facets of a human life.Â
Too deep in thought to hear the wardrobe open. And he doesnât hear Danielâs bare feet, his light steps through he suite. It startles him when Daniel flops into the loveseat.
âMornin,â he says, and kisses Marius on the cheek.
Marius shuts the book, hugging it to his chest as he looks out over the balcony, towards the ocean. Lightning flickers in the distance, and the bass of a car radio floats up from the avenue below, and he loves the charge of humidity in the air. Loves the tactile embrace of it on his skin. Daniel teases him about it sometimes, keeps saying heâs like having a pet lizard, but he doesnât comment on it now, just snuggles in where heâs supposed to be. They barely fit on the couch together, and Daniel shifts sideways to drape his legs over Mariusâs lap.
âThat book again?â he asks.Â
Feels silly, for some reason. Marius shrugs. âSheâs very interesting to me.â
âThereâs one in there that kinda reminds me of Piss Christ.â
Marius rolls his eyes. He wonât admit it, but he knows exactly the one Daniel means.
âItâs a strange book to provide in a hotel,â he says. He taps his nails against it, watching the shape of the clouds over the ocean. âOr. Maybe not. Maybe Iâm being old fashioned.â
Daniel shrugs. Heâs got his phone out now, face glowing in the electric light as he thumbs through his evening reads. It seems like he isnât paying attention, isnât interested in the conversation, absorbed in his phone for a few minutes before he lays a hand on Mariusâs thigh and indulges him.
âI mean, itâs like youâre always talking about the value of art. Who gets to call something art, how much is elitist social construct, yada yada. Itâs cool that some snooty buyer for the hotel wasnât afraid to see it as fine art, yeah?â He laughs at his phone, and before Marius can ask he flips it around to show a meme from Imgur. Marius isnât sure what it means, but Danielâs laugh is contagious.
âYes,â Marius says. He drops a hand to Danielâs shin, strokes it back and forth as he watches the storm, drifting further and further away from them as the time passes. âYouâre very right.â
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