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lefteagleblizzard · 17 days

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I’ve always have been a fan of masks

Billy burn x gender neutral reader

There has been lately a Billy fever on tumblr and I’ll take the opportunity to post this little though that came to my mind a week ago ｡^‿^｡ Thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my Derek danforth fic, I really appreciate it.

Summary: Billy has taken his revenge on Melinda and escaped safely the gas station before it could explode, but he wasn’t expecting the police to be there shortly after the explosion. Now behind the bars of a police station all he can do is hope for your help. Because, you will help him, right?

Warnings: gender neutral reader (let me know if I missed something). English is not my first language so apologies for bad grammar. Reader and Billy are engaged. Make out. Angst with happy ending. Pretending to argue. Badass reader

Words count: 1621 words

The room of the police station was cold and neon-lit. With your eyes swollen from crying, you sat in front of the policeman. His heart sank as he tried to find the right words.

“You were the only person he said he wanted to be here. He has been arrested for attempted robbery at a gas station. What’s your relationship with the criminal?”

“He's my husband. They arrested him for attempted robbery? I can't believe it.”

“Calm down, please. This is the first time that he has been arrested?”

“No” you sobbed with a tissue covering your mouth. “He promised me that it would have been the last time he would do something illegal”

The deputy took notes, his face serious.

“What exactly happened? How was he involved? Did he hurt someone?”

“We are still investigating the matter, your husband still hasn’t talked to me and all we have is just a gas station completely on fire and two carbonized corpses. We will do everything we can to find out the truth.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes from the tears that kept spilling from your eyes.

The deputy passed a hand over his shapid beard. He had seen so many similar stories, young lives destroyed by drugs and crime. But you looked different. Your eyes were full of innocence and hope, and his pale face was marked with sadness.

“I understand it’s hard to accept,” He said. “But we have to do our job. Billy will be tried and will have a chance to defend himself. In the meantime, we will try to find out if there are other people involved.”

You stood up, your legs wobbly. “Can I see him? Can I talk to him?”

The deputy nodded. “Yes, of course. He is in the detention cell. Don’t stand too close to the bars.” Was all he said before going back to his computer.

Deputy Colone is hunched over his desk, doing what he hates most, filling out reports. All his colleagues out while he was forced to stay here to fill out paperwork. He glances up at Billy, then over at you. Satisfied, he returns to his shitwork.

Seated across the room, you appears to be idly sketching something on a large pad present on the desk.

Billy sits on his jail’s cot, head in hands, hopeless.

He waves for your attention.

You looks up at the deputy, still writing on the desk, then over at Billy.

“You’re not gonna pay the bail?” He whispered with a hint of impatience, his right leg bouncing up and down as he kept stealing glances at the deputy.

“So you can do another impulsive act and get caught again?”

The little control he has over his anger is already running out.

Billy gets up off his cot, pacing back and forth inside the small cage stressed over your behavior. He eyes the deputy, then you. You flips a page over, and starts to really write.

“What are ya drawin’?”

The deputy looks up, irritated by the noise and by how he kept treating you.

Billy grabs the cell bars and lean against them.

“Hey, pipe down, cowboy”

“I was just curious about what they were drawing”

You holds it up for Billy to see.

“There. Happy now?”

You throws the sketch pad at him, crossing your arms while looking down at the floor. It bounces off the bars.

He reaches down, grabs it, and pulls it into his cell.

You stands up defiantly as he read everything. Wrath more and more visible all over his face.

“Okay, give it back to me” you extended your hand impatiently.

“Why you wanna sell your engagement ring?” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Simple, I can’t stand you anymore! This is the umpteenth time you do things behind my back and make trouble. This time it was for an attempted robbery. And you know what? I’m so done with your bullshit”

“So you just wanna leave everything behind you? Sell the wedding ring?”

“Why do you even give that much importance to it? Billy, it’s just a piece of metal with a diamond that you stole! I don’t want to be associated with all of this anymore!”

He squeezed his fists, trying not to completely explode with anger, refusing to speak with you.

You stood up from your seat and approached him, taking the shining and beautiful ring he choose only for you. “And what does it represent now? A man who can’t keep himself out of trouble? I don’t want to be tied to you this way anymore. When there’s always a chance that I could find you dead because you messed with the wrong people in search of money. I want to sell that faith and use the money to start over”

“Okay fine. Do as you fucking wish” he took the piece of metal around his own finger. “Come and get it, so I won��t see your face ever again.” His raised a fist and crashed it agaist the bar. “But remember that it’s not just a piece of metal. It’s a fucking symbol of what we were and what we could be, but you’re too much of a fucking idiot to realize that” It’s a cry of anger the one he unleashed, lacerating and wild, hovering in the air, like a swooping hawk.

The deputy is really getting pissed at the constant shouting.

“Bastard, if you don’t stop yellin-“ he stood up from his seat.

You were already in front of the cell. you reaches through the bars for the ring.

“Finally you made a good decision in your life. Give it to me, idiot”

He grabs your arm, pulls you to the bars, and starts kissing you passionately. The more you struggles, the tighter he envelops you.

Your eyes close, and your lips never separate. The kiss is hungry, passionate, and the world around you two fades. You gets lost in Billy’s kisses, and your heart beats hard in your chest. It’s like time stands still, and all that matters is that connection between the two of you. Your lips only separate for a moment to catch a quick breath, only to come back together with even more desire.

The deputy races across the room. Awkwardly, he grapples to separate you two. He rudely detach Billy’s hand from your waist before shoving him away.

Your hand secretly reaches down and pulls the gun from the deputy’s holster.

As he turns to face you, a red laser dot appears on the tip of his nose.

He is shocked.

“Let him out of there.”

You point the laser-scoped revolver right at him. You definitely means business. All the innocence that you previously had now vanished, replaced by a smirk he saw on many criminals’ faces.

The suddenness of the betrayal hits like a physical blow.

Even the most beautiful roses have thorns.

Bully chuckles in disbelief from behind him.

“Hey, don’t clown around with th-“ the deputy tries to take back control of the situation but the click of the security being removed silenced him. Fear grips his chest.

You did just as your lovely husband has taught you, and kept holding the gun dead-steady.

“I ain’t the one with the funny red nose. Now open the cell and exchange places with him” .you put your finger on the trigger. “Now”

Billy had a huge grin of satisfaction on his face, enjoying this too deeply

that’s my good boy

“Better do as they says, ‘cause wherever the red dot goes, a bullet is sure to follow.”

The deputy reluctantly removes his keys and turns toward Billy.

The rusty door opens, creaking loudly as it is set to 90 degrees, enough to allow Billy out. A cocky grin on his face as he steps outside and shoved the useless deputy inside but not before confiscating his radio.

You lowered the gun and went back towards the office to delete all the files that the deputy has written about the arrest of your husband, the computer still open. You tore apart the reports and heard the satisfying sound of paper behind disintegrate and deleted all the recording made by the cameras in the last 24 hours.

A small yell of surprise came from your lips as you were lifted from the ground and landed on the desk in front of you, the culprit had already his arms around you and 2 new guns on both of his sides as he stared lustily at you mouth.

“You never stop surprising me” your foreheads were touching and you felt his warm breath on your face.

“I’ve always been a fan of masks” You replied breathlessly, caressing the side of his cheek and feeling the pungent feeling of his stubble under your touch.

Warmth blossomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Billy leaned in close, lips brushing together. His lips mashed against yours, as if trying to flatten and destroy your mouth. You hungrily pushed back, your mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his stubble scratched against your cheeks. He worked his mouth against yours, your tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

“Quick now. Let’s run away in another state” you lightly pushed him away, ignoring his small whine as you jumped back on your feet and went towards the exit of this stupid police office.

He checked you out with a smirk as he followed behind you, a plan of how he could show his gratitude to you already in his mind.

Note: hope you liked this as much as I had fun writing everything <3

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lefteagleblizzard · 26 days

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Hey,hi! If possible could I request a Derek Danforth x bottom male reader (smut if it’s not a problem) story where Reader is a spy sent to gain Derek trust and obtain information about the last scandal that happened but ends up falling under Derek charm? Thanks <3

Derek Danforth x Male!Reader

A/N: thank you sm for giving me my first request on this account, there for christening it with smut. Enjoy! also this was so fun to write and i made reader like an fbi agent, i hope thats alright<3

-Wolf in Sheep's clothing-

Word Count: 2.9k

Warning!! 18+ content ahead!! Gay porn ahead!!

includes; rimming, degrading, praise, anal sex, skimpy outfits

This was already a nightmare.

You were a detective, a man of law and justice. Someone who took down the bad guys and saved the day! A man that could be trusted to keep you safe.

But today? Today you were a 'dancer' at a sleezy night club. How does that happen you may ask? All thanks to billionaire brat, Derek Danforth.

Your mission was to get close to Derek and get him vulnerable, get him to tell you his secrets and expose his company. Then, destroy him and throw him behind bars. Should be easy enough. If only.

You adjusted the entirely too small tube top you had on and tried to pull the tiny shorts down so your junk wasn't almost popping out. Huffing, you set your eyes on the night club, scanning the dark room as you tried to find Derek's famous blonde mullet. It was hard to see anything with all the people, so you began moving swiftly through the crowd, scanning tables and booths. Trying to get a glance at everyone without drawing too much attention. You make your way through most of the club until he's there. You spot Derek sitting at a booth in a far corner of the club, sprawled out to take up half the space. Surprisingly, he's more alone then you initially thought he'd be. Instead of being surrounded by beautiful men and women, he's only got his number two by his side. The two are talking in hushed whispers when you walk up to the booth and slide in, sitting right up against Derek.

"Lookin' awfully lonely over here gentlemen, care for some company?" You could vomit at how high and bubbly your voice sounded, completely foreign to how you usually talk.

Derek's assistant was the first one of the pair to look up at you, clearly uncomfortable with another person around during their sensitive conversation. "No, no- thanks." He muttered quickly, trying to wave you off as he shifted in his seat, trying not to look at your scandalous outfit.

"I wasn't really asking you." Your attention is on Derek, whom, has been looking at his phone until now. His head picks up when he starts to feel you scoot closer to him. His dark eyes trace down your form quickly, making you feel even more exposed.

Derek lean his body towards you before wrapping his arm around your hip, pulling you tight against him. "He can stay, gimme something to look at." Derek leans down to you, giving you a shark-like grin and looking deep in your eyes. He stayed there for a moment as you stiffened under his gaze. You could slap him, but instead you wrap your arms around his neck and smile. "Don't let me interrupt your conversation then."

This is working out perfectly! You knew Derek would be an easy target.

Derek gave you a lazy grin as he pulled away and hit his vape. He blew a few clouds that smelt awful before turning back to the other man, who was frankly, very upset by your presence. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he liked Derek.

"How much are we bringing in?" Derek broke the tense silence as he rolled his head to look at him. The man tensed and you focused your eyes on Derek's hair as you played with it, trying to convince them you weren't listening, only here to jump Derek's bones.

"48." He said stiffly, eyeing you suspiciously. This answer seemed to only upset Derek though as he took a harsh hit of his vape and barked at his employee.

"48 what? Thousand? Million?! Don't fuck with my money!"

Derek's aggressive behavior was a little surprising but not completely unexpected. You had read in his file he was prone to anger spouts, especially when he was high. You decided to use this to your advantage to drive Derek further into your arms.

You began by carding your fingers through his soft hair and whispering soft coos in his ear to calm him down. His chest rises and falls heavily and you seem to cut through his drug-addled mind.

"T-thousand Derek." He replied nervously, shifting uncomfortably as he watched you two.

If Derek was upset before, now he was full of rage. He clenched his jaw tight and his grip around you was almost bruising. Derek let out a deep sigh and glared at his business partner. Even you felt a little shudder run down your spine at the intimidation.

"Go." Derek growled and his partner was quick to scurry off and out of sight. You can't help but let out a laugh as he leaves but Derek's quick to turn his glare on you. "What's so funny?"

"Well, your friend is kind of pathetic." You reply simply with another laugh and it seems to actually lighten Derek up. He chuckles himself and puts on a casual mask even though you can tell he's still tense. His leg is bouncing and you're surprised his vape hasn't exploded yet from over use.

"He really is." Derek tilts his head back and you let your eyes trace down his neck. You can't deny he's handsome but you know what he does and he has no remorse. You clench your jaw and throw a bare leg over his lap. He's quick to run his calloused hand up and down your smooth calf.

"So what do you do, hm? Making millions?" You ask with fake innocence and curiosity. Derek keeps his eyes on the hand stroking your leg like he's mesmerized. Drugs, you think.

Finally he shrugs and looks at you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen them. "I run a software company." He smirks and leans in closer to you, nuzzling his nose and face close into your neck. The sudden closer contact makes you flush and you want to push him away but it's for your job. And maybe, it felt kind of nice to feel Derek's warm breath fan over your neck. "I wanna know about you. You charge?"

You simple shrug and shake your head at him. "No. I'm just here for a good time. Although, a quieter place would be nice." You need to get more information, you need to get him alone and you can snoop around his house.

Derek pulls back from your neck and eyes you for a long moment, trying to decipher your intentions. After a moment, he slowly nods and smiles. "Let's go baby boy." Derek stands (stumbles) up and you follow him up and out of the club. His driver is waiting outside and you both crawl into the back of his limo.

The quiet feels like a breath of fresh air until you remember you're now alone with Derek Danforth, your target. You're both sitting close in the limo but Derek's mind seems to be elsewhere entirely. He's chewing his nails and glaring out the window, clearly stuck in his own head.

"Are you.. okay?" You ask sweetly, causing Derek to look at you and snap back to the present. He shakes his head and grabs your hand.

"Fine sugar. Just worried about my Bitcoin stock is all." Derek grunted out, shifting closer to you, clearly needing more physical touch.

You needed to get him to open up and stop giving these vague answers, even giving plain lies. "You can tell me anything Derek. I won't tell. My trade is in secrets." You cup his cheeks and make him look deep into your eyes.

Derek seems to think about his answer for a long moment before finally the dam breaks. "My stupid company isn't making enough money, even though I trained those stupid fucks myself." He suddenly growls, clenching his fists tight.

Finally, he was cracking. "How come they're not making enough?" You tilt your head and watch him go to reply but the limo comes to a stop and it seems you've arrived at his apartment.

Derek's quick to pull you upstairs to his penthouse apartment and it's absolutely stunning. He pulls you in and makes his way towards the dry bar in the living room. You watch as he pours a shot of expensive whiskey and shoots it. He immediately makes a face and you snicker at him behind your hand.

He glares at you but it doesn't hold much malice. Derek rounds the bar and stands in front of you. He wraps his arm around your waist and leans down close. You can smell the whiskey on his breath but it's almost enticing, instead of gross like usual. "Okay Mr. Chuckles. Tell me your secrets then." He smirks down at you, making your cheeks heat up.

"Well Derek... My secret is..." You lean in closer to him, almost closing the gap but stopping an inch away. "... I think your kinda cute." You admit and it really was true.

Derek is quick to quirk his eyebrow and give you his usual sarcasm. "Just cute? Are you sure?" His voice is filled with confidence and before you know it, he closes the gap between you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. It seemed Derek didn't know how to go slow or be gentle because he immediately kissed you hard and bit down on your bottom lip.

You know you shouldn't be making out with Derek Danforth but it was all for the mission, to get closer and get more information out of him. It definitely didn't have to do with the growing erection in your tiny shorts. Derek bruised and bit at your lips, sliding his hands down until they rested on the waistline of the small shorts.

Derek was the first to pull away but he still kept his mouth busy as he trailed kissed down your jaw and to your neck. "Jump." Its a simple command but it takes your brain a moment to register through the haze. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around Derek's hips and tangling your arms around his neck. The new position let Derek control the situation as he started to bite harder on your neck, leaving distinct marks. Not that you minded in this moment.

"So fuckin' pretty baby. Cute little outfit too, you okay if i ruin it?" Derek rasped in your ear and bit your earlobe softly. The deep rumble of his voice made you shiver and you chewed on your lip, contemplating if letting Derek fuck you was a good idea. What would you put in your official report? It was getting harder to think as Derek kept working on your neck and moved to push you against the wall, grinding his hips against yours. His green silk pants left nothing to the imagination when he got hard. You groaned softly and dropped your head back against the wall as Derek ground his hips harder. "Well baby? Wont do anything without a yes. Not that you need to say yes."

Derek was now looking at you with those big puppy dog eyes and you could tell he was being genuine. You decide you need more information and this is how to do it. You lean in and capture his lips again, bucking against his own hips and savoring the whine he lets out.

"Ruin it Derek." You mumble against his lips, making him moan loudly. He pushed you harder into the wall, supporting you with his hips and legs so his hands were free to literally rip off the thin tube top you had on. Your nipples pebbled at the cold air and you hissed softly but it trailed into a moan when Derek's warm mouth was on you. He sucked and licked at one pec, fondling the other as he moaned almost more than you were.

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and tugged him closer, earning you a high pitched whimper. Derek's hand trailed down your chest and to your stomach, groping it softly before sliding down to grab your cock that's straining the tiny shorts.

"Maybe if i tease you a little more, you'll break these sorry excuse for shorts." He chuckled cruelly and grabbed your cock tight making you whine and squirm in his grip.

"Derek, please." It felt so good but it wasn't enough, far from it and it was driving you insane and he knew it.

"What? What do you want baby? Want me to fuck you until you cry huh? Fuckin slut." Derek hissed the name at you but it made you shiver. You hated how he was talking to you but you fucking loved it, you hated that fact too. His words dripped with cruelty and lust.

You felt so tense and you needed him so much. "Yes!" You surprised yourself with that scream and you shifted your hips against him hard. Derek smirked and grabbed your hips tight to still your movements. He took you to his bed and dropped you on the plush mattress as he stood before you. He quickly tore off his shirt and whipped off his pants, clearly just as desperate as you.

Derek quickly crawled back over you and kissed your chest, leaving hickeys and bruises as his hands hold your hips tight against his. The new skin on skin contact makes fire run through your veins and everywhere Derek touched seemed to be more sensitive than ever.

In a flash, Derek had flipped you on to your stomach and hiked up your ass to meet his cock that was leaking through his Calvin Klein boxers. He growled low in his throat and slid his hips against yours before finally pulling your shorts off and freeing your painfully hard cock. You hissed at how sensitive it was but didn't have time to focus on that as Derek's finger tips prodded gently at your hole. He leaned over your back to whisper in your ear.

"You look so good baby... Mind if I have a taste?" His voice dripped with pure lust.

You nodded, not trusting your own voice and not exactly understanding what he meant until you felt something warm and wet against your hole. You gasped and looked back to meet Derek's dark eyes as he licked and lathered your hole.

"D-Derek!" You shuddered again as Derek winked before plunging his tongue as deep into your hole as he can, rapidly fucking you with his mouth. You cry out and your cock drips pre-cum on the bed like a fountain, showing you were close.

He grabs your ass tight in both hands, pulling away with spit covering his lips and dripping down his chin. He looked like a hungry predator as he wiped his face with his hand and stood up behind you. Derek grabs your hips tight and leans his sweaty chest against your back, pushing you further into the bed.

"You're perfect baby boy. Might just have to keep you." He mumbled into your neck, wrapping one arm around your chest as he angled his cock and began sliding into your wet hole. You panted and whined at the stretch as his head slides in. Derek's hips stop but its clear he's struggling to hold back in a failing attempt to keep teasing you.

"Fuck! I-I cant- i need to fucking ruin you now."

That's all the warning you got before Derek's hips are slamming into yours, shoving his cock all the way inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. Derek cant stop himself from rutting and bucking his hips against you already but every movement feels too good. You moan out and grab the sheets tight in your fists as Derek works his cock in and out of you faster and harder.

He wasn't kidding about ruining you as his hand on your chest wrapped softly around your throat, not applying pressure but it still made your eyes roll back. Especially as he desperately pistoned his hips inside of you, grazing your prostate every so often, making you see spots. Derek panted and moaned in your ear, a mix of praise and degrading words falling from his lips.

"That's it. Fuck yeah, so tight baby."

"Such a hungry fuckin whore f'me."

"Fuuuck, baby, yes, god fuck-!"

You felt your end approaching fast as Derek kept moving and his moans turned to high whines and whimpers, showing he was close too. His pace grew sloppy and your cock rubbed against the bed, making you finally see white and arch your back in the most toe-curling orgasm you've had in a long time.

Derek's let out the sweetest moan when you tightened around him and it was impossible for him not to spill his load inside of you. He gave a few more hard thrusts until he was collapsing against you and panting hard. You grunted under his weight but you didn't attempt to move after that.

"Stay with me?" Derek's gruff voice broke the silence as he nuzzled his nose into your neck again.

You nodded and shifted slightly under him. It seemed this mission would take longer than expected but you don't mind so much.

Derek kissed your shoulder lightly. "Sounds good... Officer."

Shit.

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lefteagleblizzard · 28 days

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𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒

Derek danforth x gender neutral reader

Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.

Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.

3704 words in total.

“Come and sit in my lap.”

you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”

you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.

“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”

“So?”

“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”

“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.

“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.

“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.

“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”

“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.

“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.

Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.

“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.

Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.

“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.

Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.

“That was the plan,” he told you.

“Bastard.”

“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.

you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.

“No. Stay put.”

“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.

“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”

“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.

“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”

You know what? Two can play at this game.

you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”

Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.

“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”

Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.

Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.

You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.

Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.

Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.

“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.

“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”

And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.

Dammit, Derek, stop it.

His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.

“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.

“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.

“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?

Right. He gets off on humiliating me.

“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.

You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.

Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.

Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.

After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.

“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”

Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.

“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”

You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.

“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”

Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.

“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.

The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.

Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.

You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.

“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”

Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.

“Don’t do what?”

“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.

“Cum, baby. Come on.”

You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.

Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.

“Knees,” he ordered.

And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”

You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.

“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”

You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.

“And are you gonna cum for me again?”

You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.

“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”

You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.

Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.

Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.

“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.

“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.

Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.

You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.

Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.

“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.

“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”

“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.

“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”

Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.

Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.

Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.

“ Yes”

“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.

“ Ungh , yeah.”

“More formal,” Derek commanded.

“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.

“You want my dick?”

“Y-yes, CEO.”

“How badly?”

“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”

“You need your boss’ dick?”

“Oh gods, yes!”

Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.

“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”

Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.

“Derek…” he pleaded.

Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.

“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.

Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.

Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.

“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.

“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.

Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.

“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.

“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.

After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.

“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”

“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.

“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.

“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”

Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.

After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.

“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”

You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”

“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”

You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.

“That’s it, love. Good job.”

It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.

“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”

you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.

“No. Stay.”

“But-”

“Stay, just one more second.”

You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.

You felt a hand stroking your face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”

“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”

“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.

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The Vest

Requested? No.

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual teasing

Word Count: 532

Summary: You didn’t want your boyfriend, Mike to leave for work, so you put on his vest and refused to get it back. But, he has a plan as to how to get it back.

A/N: This is my first Mike schmidt x reader fic but I’ve been in love w Josh as Mike for too long now to resist writing any longer. I hope y’all enjoy this shortie! I have longer fic ideas in store but I just wanted to write a little something sooo badly.

You smirk at yourself in the mirror, admiring how you looked in Mike’s security vest. You liked the way it fitted you, the white bold lettering against the dark fabric complimenting you nicely. You hear the front door open, indicating Mike is finally home.

He went to drop Abby off for a sleepover at one of her friend’s houses while he works overnight tonight. You hear rustling from the other room, followed along by some grunting.

“What the hell? Where is it?” You hear Mike say from the other room.

You snicker and smile at yourself once more in the mirror, fully aware that Mike must frantically be looking for his vest right now. The door to your shared bedroom eventually opens, Mike bursting through. His eyes land on you, seeing you in his vest. He smiles and puts his hand out.

“As cute as you look, (Y/N), I need that for work.” Mike says, taking a step closer to you, gesturing for you to hand him the vest. You shake your head no, taking a step back. His eyes narrow at you.

“(Y/N), I’m not playing around.” He says, taking two steps closer to you. You shake your head in rebellion once more. Mike grunts in frustration.

“Give it to me.” He demands. You stick your tongue out at him and step away from his grip. Mike’s gaze fixed on you, a clear frustrated look clouding his eyes. You smirk, shaking your head again. Mike huffs.

(Y/N), what the hell? Give me the vest!” Mike pleads.

You turn your back to him.

He grabs you by the waist, pulling you back into him. His chest is now pressed against your back, body close to his as his breath is hot against your neck. You feel his lips move closer to your ear, as he speaks in a low growly tone.

“Give. Me. The. Vest.”

Your heart begins to race as Mike’s grip around you tightens.

“Now.” He grits through his teeth. You wriggle from his grasp and turn to him, narrowing your eyes.

“Make me.” You taunt. Mike’s eyes narrow, mirroring your state. He takes a step closer to you and pushes you back on the bed.

You land with a yelp, Mike wasting no time getting on top of you. His hands find their way back to your waist as his lips land on yours in a needy kiss.

Your hands wrap themselves around his neck, his hands running up and down your body. You whine into the kiss, feeling Mike smirk as he opens his mouth a little, letting his tongue dance with yours.

His lips start to trail their way down your neck as you whimper and squirm, Mike’s hands and body holding you down against the bed. Your fingers laced in his hair, Mike grunting at the contact.

Mike’s hands run up your shirt, you shivering at the touch. Mike grips your shirt in his hands, removing it and instantly kissing your now bare chest. You squirm as his lips kiss your skin, licking and sucking eagerly.

Yet, just as quickly as the attention from Mike began, it stopped. He stepped away, smirking as he held his vest in his hand triumphantly, leaving you breathless and flustered from the kiss.

“I win.” Mike smirks.

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𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖘

Tyler Galpin x gender neutral reader (vampire reader) pt.1

Summary: Your little adventure to dig into the truth ended up taking you almost to the presence of death. Luckily Enid was there to help you and, in the wait that you will recover, she discovered something unexpected but impossible to avoid.

“Ouch” you semi-whispered when another sun ray made contact with the skin of your arm and a burning pain, followed by smoke, came from it.

Stupid weather forecasts of humans and stupid sun that kept rising and limiting the space where you could move inside this stupid library for regulars who didn’t even have what you were looking for.

A series of passing people sent your way a glare after witnessing the effect that the sun had on you, instantly realizing what you were.

All you did in response was send back a fake smile and continued to move back and forth while you waited for Enid to save your ass.

Again. For the third time.

The doorbell ringed and your ears were able to recognize Enid’s voice whispering with another female voice that you didn’t expect to be here.

“My heroine” you exclaimed with open arms as you approached Enid the instant she entered the section where you were hiding.

She was mad but too cuddly and friendly to refuse a hug. Repeating your mistakes as if it were your mother would not have solved anything since this is already the third time she has come to your rescue.

“You brought with you something useful?” You asked her with just a tiny hint of fear in your voice when you noticed how fast the sun was approaching, swallowing all the shadows that helped you stay alive.

“I’ve got only these two. Thornhill would have never allowed me to enter your room and get you some appropriate clothes” she revealed a small, black umbrella that the school offered and a medium-length black sheet.

“Guess it’s better than nothing. Why are you here?” You new transferred your attention to the pale girl standing next to Enid while you started to adjust the sheet in a sort of shield for your head.

Wednesday was scrolling through the book of the paranormal section with the same hunger of acknowledgment that you had hours ago.

“I needed an excuse to anticipate the end of dr. Kinbott’s session” Wednesday bluntly stated without sparing a single glance at you.

“Glad I could help” you mumbled sarcastically once you adjusted for the last time the sheet on top of your head, earning a giggle from Enid in the process.

This morning the sky was completely gray and cloudy accompanied by a decently high percentage of rain. So it seemed perfect for you to go to the city in the hope of finding better information about your descent.

Wearing thick clothes and sunglasses was just so uncomfortable for your tastes. The sun gave you problems, that was for sure, but preventing the negative effects of the sun was just as annoying.

However, the plan failed miserably considering the ignorance with which human books dealt with topics about the rejected.

The mischievous clouds disappeared within an hour and the sun made its appearance, trapping you in the building and forcing you to watch the sunlight slowly rise and advance towards you.

The sun was strong and even shone from the sidewalk blurring your sight. The umbrella wasn’t enough as the sun ray kept burning you every once in a while, slowly draining your energies each time.

Once you reached the opposite path to the bookstore, you heard Enid and Wednesday say a few words that turned out to be incomprehensible. One hand landed on your back while another joined yours who was holding the umbrella, changing the position of the umbrella and reducing the burning pain you were feeling.

You heard another doorbell ring. You moved your eyes up from the ground and noticed a door wide open.

Everything was blurry and impossible to distinguish. Your ears were buzzing, droplets of sweat were running down your forehead and that cruel sun was burning your skin again.

The first half of the room was brightened from the sun but the other half was immersed into shadows.

Your body morphed in a myriad of small bats as you vamp-speeded inside the building until your reached the dark side of the room, colliding against someone and straddling their hips once you took a seated posture and turned back into your human form.

A series of coordinated breaths escaped your lips, your chest moving up and down as you tried to fight off the pain for the last seconds, your powers started to kick in and you observed as the third-degree burns on your hands have started to heal themselves.

Everything stopped suddenly. The pain, blurred vision, the sound of the heartbeat in your ears and the unbearable heat you felt.

A pleasant and small sight left your mouth, moving your hands down to the floor to rest them for a second. You were surprised when they made contact with a chest hard and well defined.

Opening your eyes, you were met with Tyler’s face. His cheeks are the same color of a tomato.

Looking around, you noticed how your friends (both at the door of the store entrance, one looking at you with a face void of emotions and the other with a combination of worry, relief and mischievousness) had led you to the Weathervane, the coffee shop well known in Jericho.

The smell of coffee overpowered everything.

Like a machine gun in battle, excuses of all kinds came out of your mouth as you got up from above Tyler and helped him get up as well.

You had known each other for months and something of this type has never happened between the two of you.

Thank god no one else was inside the Weathervane. Heat came back on your face but this time it wasn’t the sun’s fault.

Enid approached two of you, checking you in search of any other possible injury you still needed to recover from while Tyler pulled the large window’ shades, leaving you free to move inside the room without the risk of catching fire.

“Back at one of your adventures?” Tyler teased you while the 4 of you took a seat on one of the many tables there.

“Yes and with the same results” you made a zero with your right hand while you removed the sheet on top of your head and the sunglasses, placing them on the table and pitching your nose from the unpleasant itch left by the glasses.

In front of you stood Wednesday who was reading avidly a book about supernatural monsters clearly looking for one in particular. There was a strange symbol on the cover.

“What exactly are you looking for?” Enid, sitting next to the pale girl, asked at you while tilting her head to the right and furrowing her eyebrows.

Tyler, who was currently sitting next to you since no one else was inside the store, exchanged no words but he moved his head to look at you, sharing the same amount of curiosity that Enid held.

They witnessed and saved you from being cremated alive. In a way you felt in need to at least give them an explanation.

No?

“There‘s a legend that I’ve learned from multiple vampires who met during summers. During a total lunar eclipse, aka Blood moon, those who have entered a new world will come into possession of exceptional powers making use of a ritual”

It was hard to figure out but it became a sort of obsession that you wanted to solve.

“Ohh” Enid’s eyes widened, her eyebrows rose, and her jaw fell open from your revelation.

Wednesday stopped reading her book for a fraction of a second, rising one of her eyebrow while she looked at you for the first time this morning.

Only for a brief second though.

Some customers entered the shop and Tyler left the 3 of you to take their orders. He took a hold of your left shoulder to get up quickly, not before flashing you a bright smile.

The closest thing that resembled the sun for you, without all the negative effects it had on your body.

You reacted with a smile of your own that reached both of your ears, heat making its presence well known on your face.

Enid was watching everything with a small smirk hidden behind her hands. It only increased as she watched your eyes following Tyler’s movement for a split second.

“You should try with the Nightshades” Wednesday bluntly spoke, breaking the atmosphere that formed in that moment.

It was your turn to be surprised and curious this time.

“What is it?” You asked her, confused by the name she just said and for the fact that she was helping you in the first place.

“An hidden library controlled by an elite students' society. Go to the statue and snap your fingers 2 times. The passage will open. At the head are Bianca and Xavier so you won’t have any problems.”

A grin appeared on your face at her words, excited to perhaps finally find out the truth.

“Thanks! I’ll go tonight after the lessons” you clapped your hands under the table as excitement took a hold of your body.

“What?!? But tonight there’s the Rave’N?!” Enid bursted out of nowhere, instinctively banging her arm on the table and attracting the attention of a few people.

With the corner of your eye you watched Tyler before looking back at the hysterical werewolf.

With your right hand you gestured her to lower her voice, whispering how you didn’t have anyone to go with or had any interest in going.

Parties in general weren’t something made for you: the idea of spending a night inside of a room full of people talking and dancing between one and another was not part of the long list of things you considered ‘fun’.

The extrovert werewolf wasn’t very happy about it, biting her lower lip as if she was containing the wrath and coming up with something at the same time.

She looked down at her watch before getting up from her seat, sparing a glance at Tyler working on something before smiling at you “Alright, if you really wish. I’ll go and look for something to wear for tonight. Gotta make sure Ajax realizes his mistake.”

Wednesday followed behind her with the book still in her hands while you were trying to decipher the meaning of what Enid just told you.

She finally made her move and it went wrong? Ajax didn’t seem to be that type of guy. At least in your opinion.

Now you were alone while you started to put the black sheet on your head and the sunglasses on. The next bus for Nevermore will arrive within a couple of minutes.

You looked like someone who has just come of from a funeral.

With a sigh you got up from your seat and already started to approach the door when you heard a lovely voice call your name multiple times.

Because of the garments you were wearing, turning your head was not enough, you had to turn with your whole body to see your favorite bartender reach you with a cup of your favorite drink in hand.

“Thanks Tyler but I didn’t order it” you mumbled confused while removing your sunglasses. The smell that came from that beverage could alone replace the hunger you felt for blood.

“It’s on the house” he eagerly handed to you the cup “You escaped death some minutes ago! Not seeing you again would have been for sure something horrendous for me so I thought it would be a great excuse to celebrate!” he exclaimed with that charming smile you ended up falling in love with.

“In a way, you’re right” you chuckled with him, taking the opportunity to hug him and place a small but chaste kiss on his cheek.

The way the boy went rigid went completely undetected from you.

He reciprocated the hug with his free arm for just a second before you backed away from him, accepting the gift he made for you and leaving the store.

Your whole face was warm and it wasn’t 100% the sun’s fault this time.

Like a hermit from your single room, you watched from the window how people all dressed in white and/or light blue went out hand in hand to go and have fun until no know was in the garden.

Now it was perfect. The party still had to start but apparently everyone was already present early.

No one outside meant no witness that you would be forced to glamor. The statue was there as always, standing in all of its glory in the corner.

You rotated your shoulders to better fix the leather jacket you were wearing to then run towards the door, filled with hope to come across something new.

You opened the wooden door of your room and the smile of excitement quickly morphed into one of surprise and astonishment.

“Tyler?” He stood in front of your door awkwardly, a smile as bright as his outfit. The white and blue sky made him look like an angel even more.

“H-hey! I’ve received your letter. I would never have believed that you would have liked to come to the Rave’N with me”

“Oh- eh, yeah well-“ the both of you ended up like a stuttering mess. The gears inside your mind have started working again and you have managed to extract a list of possible responsibles.

“Yo-you need a bit of more time to get ready o-“

“Just a moment” you managed to tell him before closing the door. Your heart beating insanely fast inside of your chest after really realizing the situation you were in.

The boy you had a crush on for months was now standing behind your door and he apparently wanted to go with you to this party.

A wickedness of this kind shall not be unpunished.

A swarm of small bats took place of your body as you rapidly moved outside through your open window to reach the room of your number ones responsible.

Once you reached the balcony, you turned back into human mid-air, making enough sounds to alert the other 2 of your presence before passing through the beautiful gothic window.

The residents of Ophelia Hall were located on the 2 opposite sides of the room.

Wednesday was typing rapidly on her typewriter while waiting for Eugene. The machine releases a series of very annoying click-clacks one after the other.

Without sparing a glance at you (again), she was instantly aware of your presence and declared in a short and forward sentence “The culprit and her accomplice are on the other side of the room. Be fast and make sure the bodies are well hidden.”

The werewolf in question produced a sound that resembled one emanated by a puppy caught stealing treats.

Thing hidden behind Enid the second you appeared in front of them.

“You shouldn’t be here. Have you forgotten Thornhill’s rules?” Enid stated while pulling a lock of caramel pink hair behind his ear.

“Tyler shouldn’t as well. Care to explain to me why you did it?”

“I did it because I saw that you like him! The feeling is mutual so the Rave’N seemed to me to be the perfect opportunity to start from.”

“He sees me as a friend…”

“No, he doesn’t! If you would stop going into full lamikaze mode you would have realized too! You should have seen his face when we brought you all burnt to the Weathervane today”

“Enid I don't even have anything white in my wardrobe!”

“Who cares!” Once you didn’t fight back, she took a hold of your shoulders and walked you toward the window you came from “Just take your best and most elegant outfit that you own and have fun with that normie”. She ended up stating before wishing you good luck and a see you soon before you took on your bat form and left.

You took slow steps down the stairs, searching for a shaky bartender that you didn’t exactly ask to be here but for sure you weren’t complaining.

You found him sitting on one of the sofas in the hall, gawking like an idiot at the sight of you and feeling unbelievably lucky that you were conserved only for him tonight, a twinkle of male pride making him inhale a deep breath of satisfaction.

As your eyes met he couldn’t help but grin and seeing you mimic him made him almost giggidy. His quick strides carried him to your side nearly instantly and he blushed – he had hoped not to seem too desperate.

Without much thought, and blinded by the new found joy, you leaned in and gave his flaming hot cheek a quick peck, your grin never dimming, even when you pulled away and the both of you made your way to the party.

The big doors opened and the reception flooded with cool celestial lights. Glancing at Tyler you found him already staring, his eyes taking in your form and stopping at your lips before heading back and so forth. When you caught his gaze he blushed, offering but a loopy grin before uttering, “You look absolutely stunning tonight”

The haze rose to the level of your knees. The light reflected from the ice statue in honor of the Yeti.

Next to the statue you spotted Enid in her silver dress together with her date, the son of the mayor.

You were about to wave at her (despite the evil trick she pulled at you) but winced once you saw her accidentally pour a glass of alcohol on her date.

You heard your name being called by no other than your favorite red headed teacher, Ms Thornill.

“How lovely to see you here, my dear. You look incredible.”You turned your head and saw her approaching with the usual bright smile of hers, responding with a smile of your own and genuine.

“Miss Thornhill” You greater her formally as always, taking Tyler’s large and warm hand on your own “this is Tyler G-“

“Galpin” she completed the sentence for you. “It’s such a small town. We all know everyone. I always go to the Weathernave before work”

“A double-cap, no foam, with two pumps of sugar free vanilla. Correct?” He slipped his other hand inside his pocket while the three of you laughed together.

Bright neon lights started to appear all over the room as the bright lights were turned off and music started, catching everyone’s attention.

For now at least you had no interest in dancing. The great mass of people dancing wasn’t appealing in your taste.

Tyler said nothing as you took a seat on one of the many chairs present there.

A conservation sparked between the two of you, mostly held by you pointing out the various couples dancing and all the funny mistakes they were committing such as stepping on one another’s foot or their awkward dance moves.

“How’s your exploration going?” He yelled in your ear to make sure you would hear him.

“I have a new track to follow. Let’s hope for the best” You replied back with an hopeful smile, resting your head against his shoulder.

Had it not been for this little hobby school’s life would have been very boring considering you’ve already experienced the 5 years of school to graduate, you just didn’t had a clue on what to do next. Being stuck at a young age for the rest of your life had its positive side after all.

“What would you do once you’ll obtain it?”

“Mmh?”

“The exceptional powers you’ll achieve. You’ll use them to fight this murderous monster?”

“I don’t expect anything from this funny legend that I’ve heard Tyler. It’s more of a pastime for me. If it were ever true, what I would really want would be anything but power.”

“Like?” He really hoped to not be too annoying.

“Like being able to walk under the sun without suffering. Or being able to turn off this insatiable thirst for blood” you signed at the utopic dreams you had of being able to turn back into human like the handsome guy right next to you.

His arms snake around your waist, warmth fills your stomach and a light blush graces your cheeks. You both hugged, basking in each other’s presence as the other danced. All you can think about is his arms wrapped around you, the warmth his body extrudes and the tingles that run through your body under his touch.

He stood up from his position and turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated.

He offered his hand and allowed him to take you anywhere he pleased on this dance floor. He went right, you went right. He sped up, you sped up. The both of you became one with the song, with the dance and with each other.

The warmth between you grew more powerful by the second. Your heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. Your dance was perfect; everything from your breathing to how your feet moved stayed in sync.

You didn't know how it happened or why, but suddenly Tyler’s arms were around you the second the music took a more silent turn and his face was only an inch from yours. You could feel his breath on you, his intense gaze and warm skin.

Suddenly he was everywhere. His smell, his touch, his air.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, voice suddenly low and rumbly, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Yes," You breathed out, your shoulders slouching and your body melting under him. Your hands were soon in his hair, just like you wanted. "Yes, please, kiss me."

And so he did. Chapped and soft lips against your own, melding together and making your head burst. Your heart was pounding and all you could think of was Tyler, Tyler, Tyler kissing and holding you finally.

Red paint started to pour from the ceiling but it was just the icy on the cake to make this evening unforgettable for you and him.

Happy new year everyone!!❤️

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lefteagleblizzard · 2 years

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Potentially unpopular opinion. But I really don’t like the two most popular Connor ships in the DBH fandom

No matter how much I like Connor and Hank’s dynamic, I can’t make myself ship Connor and Hank together because to me, Hank sees Connor as what Cole could’ve grown up to be and Hank is the closest thing Connor knows to a paternal figure and together they help made each other better. I see them as family.

I honestly really hate the concept of Convin, whether it’s RK800 or RK900. Gavin is one of the most despicable characters in the game, I’d say he’s secondary to Todd. For me Gavin is a one dimensional character, a stereotype. A unaccepting, racist white cop who is young and acts like a hotshot. I say he’s racist as we have no idea why he hates Androids. We have little to no information about Gavin. Like I looked at his wiki page and most of it is talking about small details like his name or who was his actor. He isn’t grumpily lovable because we see no type of golden heart like Hank. He’s always hostile towards Connor, no matter what. He doesn’t respect anyone, as his description states that he is hated by the whole police force for his attitude. There’s nothing good about him. He doesn’t even show up in the game that much and isn’t a compelling villain like Amanda, or even machine Connor. Gavin is just as loathsome as Todd, but I don’t see ya’ll going out of your way to romance the child abuser

I don’t even like RK900 with Gavin. If anything, the RK900 Connor would probably snap Gavin’s neck and request a more agreeable partner, like Chris Miller.

I don’t even understand WHY Gavin is so liked in the fandom more than North or even fucking Markus, one of the fucking protagonists

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lefteagleblizzard · 2 years

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okay so seriously question how the FUCK is nines probably more popular than KARA in the dbh fandom

like if you played dbh but arent really in the fandom you dont even know who im talking about.

i mean the rk900 who shows up for like 3 seconds in a bad ending and amandas like ‘hey look bitch its your replacement’

i will fucking bet you $5 that nines is more popular than markus

i mean thats not a hard bet to make most people i know kind of hate him and like fair hes the most boring mc

lets be real i think the only characters that can beat him in popularity are probably hank and connor for obvious reasons, AND PROBABLY ALSO FUCKING GAVIN REED

and AGAIN WHY IS GAVIN REED POPULAR

he has 10 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME in which mostly hes a dickhead

and like yeah i get it because “i’ll certainly miss our bromance” is the best line in the game but GUYS HIS PERSONALITY IS JUST BEING THE WORsT. HES THERE TO CREATE PETTY DRAMA AND GET BEAT UP IN THE EVIDENCE ROOM IF YOU TAKE TOO LONG. THATS LITERALLY IT.

the dbh fandom is fucking weird man

note: this did include sixty before but i do acknowledge that nines is way more popular and not really comparable so i took him out of it

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lefteagleblizzard · 2 years

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“𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕" 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1

The androids have won the war and you, along side other mechanics, were forced to stay in Detroit as their medics. The more time passed, the more they got attracted to you, until finally they took what they wanted the most.

Connor x Gender neutral reader

The androids have won. The war was over and the humans have lost, forced to withdraw once they realized that the androids had clearly the upper hand inside the war.

To top all of that, thousands of android from the the warehouses of the Cyberlife have deviated and marched towards the field, indicating the final victory of the androids.

A very small group of people remained in Detroit. The android forced them to.

All of them were mechanics and workers of Cyberlife, just like you. All of you became some sort of slaves to them.

Your job didn't necessarily change much. Not much changed in what you actually did, but the way it was viewed changed. Instead of being seen as a mechanic, you were elevated to a similar status as a doctor or surgeon. Now that androids were alive, their lives became as equal to humans.

The pressure of your job increased as, suddenly, it wasn't just machines anymore. It was real living being put into your hands. It caused you a lot of stress that you avoided significantly in the past.

Androids weren't even very nice to you. You had always been kind to them even before the revolution but a lot of them received abuse by humans and acted cold towards you. Surprisingly enough though, they never dared to hurt you in any way.

Maybe it was because of your most frequent patient.

Connor. The detective android that came to live thanks to you

Even before the android revolution you would always found him in the waiting room with different type of injuries.

He was created to find and track down deviants, so it was normal that he would get injured.

Your superior told you that if a Connor model would be damaged too much to be saved, a new one created by Cyberlife would be activated and the memory of his predecessor would be transferred to him.

Luckily, this procedure was never necessary. The injuries he would get were, indeed, bad, but never fatal for him and, as he would always like to say, 'you are better then any other mechanic out there'.

Thinking about it now you should have gave it more thoughts on it instead of just shrugging it off... just like that moment during one of your many encounters after the revolution.

"How did you get all of this injuries?" You asked him while using different tools to patch up the various cut he had on his hands.

"A group of human approached Detroit saying that they only wanted to talk proclaiming of being disarmed. After Markus and Simon refused their offer they pulled knives out and started to attack" he explained bluntly.

You tensed at little at hearing this.

Fights like this started to happen more often.

"How are the others?" You asked him while continuing to repair his injuries and cleaning all the blood that escaped from them.

"Markus is okay. Simon more like me since he shielded Markus from majority of the damage" he explained to you while arching a little his eyebrows.

Deviancy is still new for a lot of them. He still haven't learned all of this different emotion and would always come in your office to ask you for help.

At any time.

One time he literally entered the room of your office to ask about some new emotion he felt right when you were operating an android...

You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a firm and comforting grip to him. Genuinely intended at making him feel better.

"You did the best you could Con. I'm sure of that. You can always tell Simon to come here so that I can help him with his injuries. He has been here some times and is a quite nice-" immediately you were cut off by his hand that grasped yours on his shoulder.

"Thanks for the kind offer but that would not be necessary. He is already being visited by some other mechanic right now".

Its nearly impossible to tell when an android lies, especially Connor, because his job often requires it.

But something about the brief flash of red, and his odd response made you skeptical.

But you didn't push the subject, simply moved on. You quickly sealed up the cut and wiped off the remaining thirium. The only cut left was on his right cheek. Small but still not ignorable. The tool you used needed a moment to recharge and you momentarily seated it to the closest table you had near you.

You lingered for a moment, his hand still holding yours. His gentle touch and (surprisingly) warm skin was indistinguishable from a human. You knew that androids couldn't feel pain, but you were always very delicate anyway.

He looked down at you inquisitively, face blank but eyes holding behind something indecipherable for you.

Despite the short time it took to bring him back to tip top shape, you let go of his hand and talked a little while.

It was a slow day at the clinic, so you didn't mind sparing the extra time. Especially because besides him no one else came to you recently.

You asked him if he knew how Hank was doing, and Connor informed you that Hank was ok. You definitely missed the old, cranky lieutenant. Having Connor in his life had boosted his spirits significantly. He started to drink less and less and it was great to seem him finally been able to live again.

It was sad for you realizing that you won't see him anytime soon since he was forced to escape Detroit after the war.

After talking for a little bit more, you realized that the whole thing had distracted you from working on his injure.

You quickly picked up the now recharged tool and got close to the android, gently placing one of your hands on his face.

He leaned his face into your hand in such a subtle way that you might have missed it if it wasn't for your highly trained eye.

He locked his eyes with yours. His neutral facial expression was impossible to read, yet it felt very devoted and soft.

You focused yourself, trying not to get lost in his gaze. You ran the tool you were using over his damaged skin and it began to instantly return to normal, thanks to also his self-healing program.

Your steady hand moved over his wound, repairing the burst vessels underneath his skin and cleaning the trace of thirium on his cheek.

It wasn't until you moved the tool away that you realized how close he had gotten to you, mere inches away from your face. He was inching closer, more and more close as his eyes fixed on your lips while you froze, brain trying to process what was happening.

Nothing happened, however, as a loud noise of gunshots made you flinch and backed away a little, moving your gaze up from where the sound arrived.

"What's happening?" You asked him raising your voice a little to make sure he heard you.

To your surprise he remained in the same position you were in seconds ago, led changing from red to yellow while he looked up at the ceiling with... annoyance?

The door behind you opened, hitting the wall and making you turn around.

North was at the door with some red blood on her hands.

"Of course you are here..." the red-haired android mumbled before making a gesture at Connor to follow her.

"Another group of humans just like last week. Call your brother and then meet us in the same spot" and with that they both took their leave.

From that moment on you really started to realize his strange behavior towards you.

Even his brother acted in the same exact way but in a more straight-forward act.

'My son, what's his name?' Hank asked, pointing his gun at one of the Connors. He had no idea which one was the real Connor, which one was his partner. The fake Connor had uploaded Connor's memories, so there was almost no way to know which one was which based on that.

'Cole,' Connor responded. 'His name was Cole. And he just turned six at the time of the accident.' A silence fell over them before Connor spoke up again.

'It wasn't your fault, Lieutenant.' Hank began to lower the gun ever so slowly while you stayed right next to him.

'A truck skidded on a sheet of ice and your car rolled over. Cole needed emergency surgery but no human was available to do it. So an android had to take care of him... Cole didn't make it... That's why you hate androids. You think one of us is responsible for your son's death.

'Cole died because a human surgeon was too high on red ice to operate,' Hank responded 'He was the one that took my son from me. Him and this world, where the only way people can find comfort is with a fistful of powder...'

'I knew about your son too!' the other Connor spoke up. 'I would have said exactly the same thing! Don't listen to him, Hank, I'm the one who-' in an instant you jerked Hank's arm up in the air before he could shoot him. The sound of gun-shoot echoed inside the big place.

"Why the fuck did you do that?!" Asked a very angry looking Hank at you.

"He deserves to live just as much as every other android!" You responded back at him and looked at Connor.

Connor-60's arm was grabbed by the real Connor. The synthetic skin disappeared from their arms and he fell to the floor, his LED constantly changing between yellow and red as he tried to deal with the information he just received. With his new-found deviancy.

'I don't think it’s necessary shooting him Hank' the Connor you knew said and Hank completely lowered the gun, looking at the android kneeling on the ground.

The android seemed completely overwhelmed, not able to do much else but sit there as he tried to understand everything.

'I've learned a lot since I met you Connor,' Hank said. 'Maybe there's something to this... Maybe you really are alive. Maybe you'll be the ones to make the world a better place...' He softly motioned with his head towards the androids standing around as Connor kept staring at him. 'Go ahead, and do what you gotta do.' Connor walked towards one of the androids.

He took the android by the arm, just like he had done to Connor-60.

'Connor...' Connor looked away from the android, once again interrupted by Connor-60.

Hank raised his gun as Connor got ready to fight again and moved his arm, moving you protectively behind him.

Connor-60 just walked to one of the thousands of androids, taking it by the arm. The synthetic skin from his arm disappeared as his LED flickered between yellow and red. Connor-60 made eye contact with Connor, giving the other a solemn nod. He then focused back on the android he was holding. The synthetic skin from the arm disappeared as Connor deviated the android.

'Wake up.'

That's how you met him. An exact copy of Connor but with completely different character.

Sixty, that's how everyone called him due to the 60 present on his jacket, didn't really respected anyone beside you.

Just like his brother, he would come to you at any given occasion and, unlike his brother, just flirt, whisper dirty jokes in your ear while you were taking care of his bruises and so on and so on... one time he even pinned you against the wall,trapping you in between his arms just because he liked see you all flustered and red.

Thinking again about everything, it all made sense now. If you would have been able to realize it faster you could have maybe... maybe been able to anticipate it...

One day you were adjusting a bit your office and moving things one place to another to make it more tidy and clean.

A clinking sounds echoed inside the room as the tool you were holding met the floor.

Strong arms wrapped around you, one hand blocking your mouth while another another held you still from the waist.

You felt a sharp pain on your neck before your vision became black and you fell asleep.

When you woke up again, everything around you was black. You were laying down and your head was resting against something you couldn't figure out.

The sedative still held an effect on you. All tentative of movement were impossible.

But you could sense something. Warmth enveloped all of your body and, as more time passed and you started to recover a bit, you sensed a series of arms wrapped tightly around you.

You moved very slowly your head trying to see something but, as soon as you moved a muscle, a series of blue lights appeared inside the dark room.

Things started to move around you. Hands moved all over your body, groping and touching everywhere.

Another hand touched gently your cheek and moved your head in the same exact position you were in seconds ago.

What was against your head moved up and down, pressing harder against you and in an instant you realized it was the cheek of someone else.

"You finally woke up" a very familiar voice said right next to you.

"Where... where am I?" Your voice came out so small and fragile.

"Inside our house", "here with us" "you are safe here" a series of very similar voices answered from different positions.

Fear crept inside your chest and you tensed significantly at hearing all of this voices similar at once; your eyes moved everywhere trying to see anything besides the black silhouette and blue light in front of you.

The very unique scent that came from the figure in front of you helped you realize who it was.

"Con-Connor what's happening?" You started to command shakily, trying to not let the fear creep into your voice.

You felt the hot breath of someone else on your neck and a pair of hands took a hold of your waist, adding to the series of other hands on your body.

"You exaggerated the doses for the sedative" said the owner of the new pair of hands from behind you in a scolding way to Connor.

A long silent fell inside the room and the series of blue light changed yellow. Despite this you continued to feel movement from around you, those hands stayed still and continued to greedily touch you.

Who was here with you besides Connor?

An eternity passed until Connor spoke again, as if reading your mind.

"Cyberlife had inside of their warehouse about 8 other Connor models besides me and Sixty..." his face then moved again, your head rested on a soft pillow. "...just as you said months ago with Sixty, even they deserved a chance to live... and I shared my memories with them. Now you can live together with us and away from the danger of the war" and with that his lips made contact with yours.

If you liked this story, please let me know in the comments ｡^‿^｡

You can find the rest of the story on both wattpad and ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35731423/chapters/89097253

https://www.wattpad.com/story/296994909?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create_story_details&wp_uname=DarkCall7919&wp_originator=PeM3MULjCR1Bgv9QpknqOQB1q56rAcgbpi1HKJjA8AXHVrayAM7ytH%2F3NDIFKtOsqGa4O%2Ba3v%2BcdvZFTi0ovJKyT25MKoSlHmMQEyzhw4U7Xl1lYI%2FR8wK5gAjbooy7V

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