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sunwarmed-ash · 6 months

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The Eden Club-Deleted Scene

So remember when I said the plot of The Eden Club changed 12 times?

Well it did, haha and I had to delete whole scenes I don't think will end up back in the story. So I decided y'all get the deleted scenes just for following me :3 here's one of them 😈

Tags: Convin, sex worker Connor post revolution, enemies to lovers to friends, bdsm elements, Dom Connor, Sub Gavin

The Eden Club-Convin deleted scene

“Please sir…” Gavin begs, he’s been on edge for hours, and his cock aches under the hard toe of Connor’s shoe.

“No,” the android growls, and Gavin whines knowing it means he has to wait longer until he can get what he wants.

“No?” he repeats, begging for guidance, “Please- Sir, tell me, tell me what you want…”

“Don't call me that.”

Gavin feels like he's losing his mind. His core is throbbing, begging, screaming for release. He hasn't been broken like this in so long his body has been crying out for it. And he’s close, so close, to getting it, he’s just not there yet. But he wants to be, he wants more than anything to be good. To follow instructions and be rewarded for it. He takes an unsteady breath, keeping his head lowered as he asks,

“What do you want me to call you?”

Connor presses the rubbered end of the flogger under Gavin’s chin, helping him look up slowly until their eyes met. Gavin is frozen there, held in place by piercing, ordering eyes. His cock throbs again underfoot.

“I want you to call me by my name.”

Gavin’s shoulders lower and he shudders, eyes slamming closed in submission as pleasure plummets through his body and his cock twitches hard under rough plastic.

“Connor please, please, let me cum.”

Connor hums, pleased in his throat and Gavin feels a tension in his chest he didn't know he was holding loosen.

Connor was proud, he did good.

“You don't deserve it,” Connor teases, but his voice is light when he says it.

Gavin agrees.

“I know.”

“Are you sorry?” He asks, and Gavin’s never been more sorry for anything in his entire life.

“Sorry it doesn't fix it…” he says, because sorry hasn’t ever fixed anything for him. Not really.

“It does for me, so i'd appreciate it if you changed your attitude. If you want to cum still that is. If you’ve changed your mind though-”

“NO!” Gavin’s eyes snap up to meet Connor’s, searching his for something, some hint he was lying, just waiting for the moment for Gavin to show his belly before he struck. But Gavin didn't find any of that there. Instead he found what might even be the stupid fucking android equivalent of a soul in those suddenly innocent looking eyes.

Tears are blurring his vision before he can look another moment, and the words are spilling out of his mouth on instinct. “Connor, I'm so phcking sorry.”

He watches how the comment effects the android, how it bleeds into every circuit and brings a stupidly pleased smile to his face that is 100% Connor and not the killing machine Cyberlife intended him to be.

“Thank you Gavin. I'm going to let you cum now, do you know why?”

He looks back at the android with watery eyes,

“No, actually... You just said I don't deserve it…”

“You didn’t, originally. But I’ve changed my mind based on your good behavior. So answer me, sweetheart, why am I going to let you cum?”

The soft pet name after such a long, degrading, painful session has his emotions welling up at the surface and spilling over. He knows he's going to need a good fucking cry after this. Like a break down and ugly cry kind of cry. The android has somehow managed to tap into a space Gavin didn't even know he was letting him access until now.

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do baby.”

Connor’s hand replaces the flogger under his chin and Gavin sniffles.

“Because you are merciful?”

Connor smiles, pride radiating out of every synthetic pore.

“Yes, I am. And why is that Gavin?”

Breath hitches, tears streaming, hips aching against Connors shoe. He doesn’t know. He doesn't want to be wrong…

“Because I am proud of you.” Connor finishes before finally, finally removing his foot. The sound that tears its way free of Gavin’s throat is nothing short of feral. His orgasm takes over his entire body, his hips hump automatically into frictionless air, chasing pleasure as it shoots out his tip and coats his chest, neck, stomach, cock, and the floor.

Connor could watch this on repeat forever, it invoked the same low burning stimulation that watching his first porn star did so many weeks ago. Gavin is completely overwhelmed with pleasure, an experience that seems rare in humans. He’s absolutely breathtaking to behold. He his body stops twitching, he tells Gavin that.

“Shut the fuck up,” Gavin pants, chest still panting through the after shocks.

“What was that babe?” Connor teased, with just a hint of his previous Dom tone that he’s now learning Gavin responds to after sex as well.

“I’m not beautiful.” he mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You are, And you can't see what I’m seeing so you don't speak for me. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could preserve the moment of your climax forever.”

Gavin’s face flushes bright red.

“Can’t you already do that?”

“Yes.”

Gavin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Gavin.”

Yes he would, everyone always lies to you. No one wants you anymore Gavin. Why do you think you’re here?

Gavin shakes his head before the bad thoughts can get their hooks into his frontal lobe.

“What the hell are you even talking about, yes you would, you have! And besides you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, we both already got off.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I was simply attempting to transition into aftercare.”

That makes Gavin laugh.

“Aftercare? What did Kamski make you read 50 Shades Of Grey?”

Connor took a minute to respond as he was probably googling what 50 shades of grey was, Gavin used the time to begin to locate his clothes. Oh, well after he got the feeling in his legs back.

“No, I don't believe 50 shades of grey does a good enough job of describing BDSM elements and relationships as a whole. Nor does it show healthy examples of consent. While there are ‘contracts and labels’ in common, you are free to leave at any point. I would even give you your money back if you wanted. If you’re not enjoying something, I would expect you to tell me, and the same applies to me.”

Gavin turns around and looks at Connor. Really looks at him. For a long fucking time.

“Who the phck are you?”

Connor smirks.

“Detective Reed, My name is Connor, I’m an RK800 android prototype attempting to pass for human. How am I doing?”

“Frighteningly well.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Perhaps I can I get you that coffee now?”

“T-The coffee from 10 months ago??”

“11 months, two weeks, and 5 days. But, yes Detective, that one” Connor sasses.

Gavin hates the visible shiver it causes him.

“Fine, phck it, sure, there a phcking food menu too?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Shit, this place really did get better…”

Connor is quiet for half a beat, before asking,

“So you have been here before?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’ve been here, I'm human aren’t I?”

Connor pulls up the menu screen and adds Gavin’s coffee before opening the folder for food.

“The first time you came here, and stayed with me, specifically, I asked you if you’ve had sex with an android, you said no.”

Gavin ignores him for the menu, which was over 30 pages long. What did they merge with Cheesecake factory?

“That wasn’t the question you asked.”

“Why are you deflecting Detective?”

Gavin’s eyes glance up from the menu screen, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He felt like he was being interrogated, but lightly? Almost like he was being teased, but also the man was genuinely curious. Fine, time to see how good his skills were.

“I’m not deleflecting, it's not the same question!” He chuckles, adding a cheeseburger with all of the fixings, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Connor eyes the total calorie count worryingly before deciding to just allow it.

“So, you haven’t had sex with an android?”

“Nope, just you. Lap dances don't count as sex.”

Connor flushes all the way up to his artificial hairline.

“Oh. I see,” Connor chuckles, understanding the loophole now.

“You're more than that, by the way.”

Connor looks at Gavin perplexed, attempting to understand what he could be referring to.

“More than what?”

“Just an android. I mean, I don't think you shutting down on me would have freaked me out as much as it did, if I, didn’t believe I killed something. That there was something in there to kill. I know I’m an ass, but I’m not stupid. t’s not beyond my belief that technology finally got smart enough to create a perfect, indistinguishable, soulless mimic. But that's not what you are.”

Gavin can feel Connor's eyes on him, burning through his skin all the way down to his nerves. Not actually, but when he felt already scrubbed raw, Connor might as well have heat vision. He continues talking to distract from it.

“Before the revolution, before, all of you woke up, or whatever, the androids, here especially, were different. Way different than you, and I felt that way before you deviated. You’ve always had, I don't know, something in there. Something deviant. I mean, you mouthed off to me on your first day! I’ve never had an android talk back to me, freaked me the phck out. Thought I was actually gonna get shot in the break room.”

Connor laughs at that.

“I wouldn't have shot you. I didn't have a gun.”

Gavin finally shot him a look, and Connor’s stupid, pleased as shit fucking smile made his heart clench. Goddamn post sex hormones. Always turned him into a sap.

“The new you is still a lot like the old you. Sassy and cocky as shit. But I can also clearly see Anderson’s bad influences mixed in there too.”

“Mm, yes, I have grown fond of the word ‘fuck,’ and sex.”

Gavin snorts.

“Yeah babe, I know.”

There was something else Gavin needs to say, and if he doesn't do it now, it might stay inside for another year. After everything Connor’s done for him, he deserves to know. “Hey, Connor?”

When Connor’s huge expressive eyes are on him his heart clenches. He needs to push through this. Connor’s worth it. “I was wrong. Before. You are alive, and I was pretty phcking stupid to think otherwise. So, I’m sorry about that. About how I treated you. All of it. Really.”

When Connor doesn’t immediately say anything, Gavin instantly worries he fucked up, again. Despite trying to do everything right. When he takes a closer look, he realizes he’s just been shocked silent. His mouth actually drops open after the out of character apology. At least until Gavin glares at it. He didn't like feeling mocked.

Connor snaps his lips closed and his cheeks flushed pink. Connor was obviously thinking several things at once trying to figure out which is the right to ask first. It was making Gavin edgy to wait.

“Will you just ask me whatever you’re frying your breadboard over-analyzing?”

Connor’s face scrunches together adorably, and Gavin hates how stupid hooked he was on Connor already.

“Would, you consider dating me? Officially?”

Gavin obviously didn't expect that question because now his mouth drops open. Unfortunately for him that freed his tongue, which answers without his brain or hearts consent.

“You, want to date me? Like more than just hook up?”

Connor nods immediately, pink still dusting his cheeks.

It wasn't a good sign that he actually missed the blue right? That feels like a four-letter-word red flag warning.

“Yes, and that's not my social relationships program speaking. I swear.”

Gavin looks at Connor for a moment before saying,

“Yeah, I believe you.”

Connor closes the distance within a fraction of a second but once he was just a breath away, he took his time, looking Gavin in the eye and making his heart sputter and choke weakly like a winter-frozen engine.

“You mean it,” Connor says finally, and Gavin bites his tongue before it can answer on reflex again.

Instead he nods, and then Connor’s lips are on his, hard and bruising in a way that took his breath away. He hasn’t felt this plummeted by a kiss since his first kiss with Hank in 2029. He hates what this means for him, but he can’t get himself to pull away.

Connor kisses differently than Hank, differently than random hook ups he meets at bars, than most people Gavin’s been with because Connor’s curious, genuine, and deliberate. Probably taking fucking notes in that big brain of his, studying him, studying how his body responds to each press and brush of lips. No one’s ever bothered to pay this much attention to him before and Gavin’s overwhelmed by how it makes him feel. Connor tastes like clean silicone, but he feels so much softer than that. Different enough from human skin for him to notice but not enough for him to want to stop.

They are startled apart by Gavin’s arrival of food and the older man actually growls out his disappointment. It causes the sweetest chuckle out of Connor.

“We can always kiss after. We can stay in here as long as you want.”

“Yeah, like I can afford to spend more than I’ve already spent here this week,” Gavin scoffs playfully, but in reality he was hiding his profuse disappointment.

“I’m sorry for the ambiguity, I meant on the house. I take breaks between clients all the time.”

“Whoa, what? Seriously?”

Connor nods before pointing to his rapidly cooling meal.

“Eat your food, and then you can ask me more questions.”

Gavin flushes, temporarily forgetting about his food for the conversation but now suddenly starving.

After he ate three bites Connor continues. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or in here whenever I want.”

“Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”

Connor shrugs.

“Not entirely, but so far he’s kept things professional, more or less.”

Gavin didn't like the way that statement made his skin feel. Or the way the name struck a familiar, unwelcome cord in both his heart, and his gut.

“What's more or less?” He didn't really want to press, but he felt a duty to Connor, Hank, and his job to push.

Connor appreciates his concern.

“Everything has been mutually consensual Detective, he’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt this place would pass a health inspection.”

Gavin unfortunatly agreed with that statement.

“Alright, well, good. You make sure to let us know if that changes. Hate to learn our ‘isolated incident’ was a pattern in front of our faces all along.”

“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”

Gavin barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.

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fanworldbuildingfun · 1 year

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With Valhalla behind, I have some serious questions about what the Underworlds in Curse of the Pharaohs DLC were

Were they simple hallucinations? Or were there not unlike Yggdrasil, a simulation? And if so, were they a remains of Isu simulations, or something that humans repurposes for their own needs as they discovered the locations? I’d be really curious if it was the latter. Having the Valley of Kings as some kind of unclaimed experimental playground… That was adjusted to reflect local beliefs, would be fascinating. And it’s not like it would be THAT far-fetched – not when the pharaohs were shown to be using an Apple, and to apparent great success

But then, that begs the question: how were the people who were within the simulation, were accumulated? Were they actual imprints of living people, or were they, too, randomly generated simulations? I’m honestly leaning towards them being imprints of the living – but then, how would they have been collected? Were they people that were “in vicinity” of the priests of Amun who carried the apple?

And finally, how did Bayek manage to enter the simulation? Were they a physical manifestation, like a large-scale version of clones we see in Assassin’s Creed 1 & II? Or did Bayek get “knocked out” in the light tunnels, and experienced it all in his mind? (as is the case in Yggdrasil?)

Regardless of either I – it’s astounding how the system could have survived, and managed to replicate such intricate worlds. By comparison, the simulation in Valhalla is simplistic. Repetitive. Doesn’t show much aside the main building and some measure of fields outside of it. And the tech enabling that is *gigantic*

Nevermind the actual AU possibilities for the Field of Reeds/Duat/Heb Sed/Aten. I’m still surprised there are no stories in Origins tab of Ao3 that explore what could have happened to Bayek if he lost in any of said locations. The angst of being trapped in one of the simulations alone has – so much potential. I’ve already tagged the Nefertiti gifs with my tiny dark AU idea. But I shall repeat it here – imagine Bayek losing the fights and being trapped, eternally, as medjay serving any of these Pharaohs. Well, maybe not Akhenaten because that would be just too cruel to Bayek and his faith.

#Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed: Origins #Bayek of Siwa #Nefertiti #Akhenaten #Ramses II #Tutankhamun #Assassin 's Creed - Duat #Assassin's Creed - Field of Reeds #Assassin's Creed - Aten #Assassin's Creed - Heb Sed #The Aten (Apple of Eden)#Assassin's Creed: Valhalla #Yggdrasil #Isu Simulations

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unholymattressmoney · 1 year

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man the poughkeepsie tapes movie is something else i knew it was fictionalized and it still made me feel ill 🙃

#reed's talking tag #the scene with the woman in the backseat of the police car.....sick!!#ANYway time for a complete tonal shift so i'm watching big eden and then the birdcage 😚👍🏾

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gogogodzilla · 7 months

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day 21, spitroasting

gavin reed x reader x connor (rk800) warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, face fucking, rough! Connor, role play, blowjob, dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, the psych major in me is showing kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew that after the android revolution, your work at the Detroit Police Department would increase tenfold. You knew that you’d have to spend more late nights at the precinct. What you didn’t expect was the toll it took on your sex life. You’d barely seen Connor, let alone touched him.

Connor always offered to stay late with you and help wherever he could; he didn’t need sleep after all. This time, however, it was you who offered to stay with him. Connor sat at his desk, eyebrows furrowed as he went over his case files for the umpteenth time. You reclined in your chair, stretching out your achy muscles. The bullpen was empty except for the two of you, everyone else had the sense to leave while they still could.

“Why don’t we talk it out?” you suggested as you stood from your desk and wandered over to his.

He looked up at you as you sat on the edge of his desk, and you shrugged. “It might be helpful to act out your investigation rather than just having all the details rattling around in your head,” you suggested.

“How could we act it out?” Connor questioned, still a bit uncertain. You pursed your lips, thinking for a moment.

“I can pretend I’m the suspect, and you can interrogate me. Maybe hearing what we know from someone else will help you find the missing piece?”

He nodded, before standing. His expression was soft as his gaze met yours. It’d been forever since it’d been just the two of you.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s get to work.”

Connor handed you a data pad with all his case files which you scanned as you walked to the interrogation room. This case had multiple victims, all male androids and all models previously used at the Eden Club. The victims were in various states of mutilation. They also weren’t killed in the spots where they were found, though, and there was little physical evidence. You furrowed your brows. All of the victims had a red lipstick mark on their cheeks.

The chair in the interrogation room scraped against the floor as you pulled it out. Connor allowed you a few moments to look over case files before you began.

“Maybe you should cuff me,” you suggested before quickly adding, “Y’know, since I’m a deranged killer going after androids.”

Something flashed behind Connor’s eyes before he stood and rounded the table. Instead of the cuffs attached to the table, Connor removed his own off of his belt.

“Hands behind your back, Doctor,” he said against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you. Your breathing quickened and excitement flowed throughout your body.

You obediently clasped your hands behind your back and felt the cool metal of the handcuffs wrap around your wrist. The room was silent except for the clinking of the handcuffs.

Connor returned to his place across from you, opting to stand. He paused for a moment and then he turned his gaze to you.

It was as if the man you knew and loved disappeared and was replaced with the cold-blooded deviant hunter he was known as. He stared intensely, and you shuddered under his watchful eye.

“You understand the gravity of this situation, don’t you?” he asked, his voice calm.

“Yes,” you replied, keeping your response measured. The suspect was obviously smart and had all the makings of an organized killer. They wouldn’t break with one severe look.

“Good, let’s begin. Does this look familiar?” he questioned, sliding his data pad toward you with a picture of the most recent victim.

Your eyes flicked to look at for a moment before returning to his brown ones. “No. Doesn’t ring a bell, detective,” you sneered.

“Really? Because you were seen by multiple witnesses visiting the scene of the crime,” he countered, raising a brow.

It would make sense that the suspect would return to the scene of the crime or get involved in the police work. Although, androids were different than humans. Did they have that innate desire to see the carnage they’ve wrought?

“I live in the area,” you shrugged. You knew it was unlikely that this killer would make the mistake of striking too close to home, but the way Connor was looking at you had you scrambling for excuses.

He hummed before turning off his data pad and setting it aside. “Can you explain your whereabouts during the time of the incident, then?”

You met his gaze, steeling yourself. This suspect would be smart enough to keep their cool under pressure. You had to be too.

You leaned forward onto the table, allowing Connor a perfect view down your blouse. “Tell me, detective, what do you plan on doing if I don’t cooperate?” you asked, a grin spreading across your features.

“I’m programmed to adapt to various situations and interrogation techniques. I could make you talk,” he answered, leaning in closer.

“Aiming to find my weak spots, detective?”

“I don’t have to search for those,” he responded, the corners of his mouth turning up.

“Let me out of these cuffs and we could make this interrogation much more interesting,” you lowered your voice to a sultry whisper, meeting his gaze.

He straightened, the smirk he donned earlier long gone, “Unfortunately, I believe I may be just your type.”

“So, you’ve got me all figured out, huh?”

Connor nodded, before rounding the table once again. He hooked his hands under your armpits and pulled you into a standing position. He kicked your chair away from you.

“I’m still waiting for a confession,” he whispered against the shell of your ear before bending you over the interrogation table.

It was slightly embarrassing how much this turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. He was steady, as always, behind you, and you could feel his hardening length pressed against you.

“You’re giving me exactly what I want,” you remarked, glancing at him over your shoulder.

His hands had begun to wander; one moved upward and began undoing the buttons of your blouse while the other popped the closure on your pants.

“I’m told I’m very persuasive,” he purred as he unzipped your pants and dipped a hand into them. His fingertips brushed against your clothed core, and you let out a soft gasp.

He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck as he teased you through your underwear. Your quiet moans were quickly turning into desperate pleas, begging for him to just fucking touch you.

His free hand kneaded your breast, running over the lacey front of your bra. When that wasn’t enough for him, he pulled your bra down, exposing your front. Your nipples hardened against the frigid air of the interrogation room, and he rolled one between his two fingers.

“Please, Connor, I promise I’ll be good and give you whatever you want,” you whined, pushing your hips against his.

He tsked before removing his hold on you. “Since you asked so nicely,” he praised before hooking his fingers into the sides and yanking your pants, and underwear, down to your ankles.

He slid a finger through your now-dripping folds, and you bit back a moan. Your slick quickly coated his fingers and he dipped a finger into your entrance before sliding back up to circle your clit. You didn’t doubt there’d be a wet spot on his jeans from you canting your hips against his.

A groan escaped both of you as he slipped a finger inside you that was quickly joined by another one. He pumped them slowly, and small whimpers left you. You were close to falling apart on his fingers with the way he was winding you up.

The clinking of his belt buckle was music to your ears and you involuntarily clenched around him. You turned your head and watched in the two-way mirror as Connor stroked his cock with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

You let out a high-pitched moan as he pushed inside you inch by inch. You’d never get over the way he stretched you so perfectly every time. Eventually, he bottomed out, and within moments you were moving your hips, begging him to move.

Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours. He rested his hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed against the table, as he rutted into you. Your wrists dug against the handcuffs and you wriggled against his thrusts. Goosebumps covered your skin as your breasts pressed against the cool metal of the table.

He bent so his chest was pressed against your back and whispered against your ear, “Why don’t you show Detective Reed how well you take my cock?”

Your gaze lurched to the two-way mirror as Connor began pounding into you, and your cheeks burned under Gavin’s invisible gaze. The wet sounds of your heat combined with the moans that pushed passed your lips filled the room. What the hell was he doing here? You were a bit too preoccupied to care.

“You like that he’s watching?” Connor hummed, smirking. “Do you want him to join us?”

You nodded fervently, as you involuntarily clenched around Connor. The mental image of Gavin joining you driving you wild.

“Please, Gav,” you begged as Connor slowed his brutal pace, nearly bringing tears to your eyes. “Need you, please, please, please.”

You jumped as the door to the interrogation room slid open. Connor leaned forward and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at Gavin as he entered.

Gavin palmed himself through his jeans as he neared, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. He cupped your cheek with his free hand and swiped his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Missed this mouth, sweetheart,” he murmured as he undid his jeans and released his length, allowing it to bob freely in front of your face. Your mouth watered as you watched him stroke himself. Connor straightened and gripped your ass as his strokes deepened, making your back arch.

You stuck your tongue out over your bottom lip and looked up at Gavin, inviting him in. He slapped his cock against your tongue, teasing you. The whine that left you was borderline pathetic, and Connor’s grip on you tightened.

Gavin was quick to indulge you and slide his cock passed your lips. You ran your tongue over the tip, moaning at the taste of him. Connor pulled out of you except for the tip before ramming into you. The force of his thrust sent Gavin’s cock deeper into your mouth, and you gagged slightly as a few tears formed.

“Jesus, tincan. Take it easy,” Gavin hissed, swiping a thumb across your cheek as you recovered, bobbing your head slowly.

Gavin ran a hand through your hair, tugging it slightly as he pulled you closer. Connor’s pace increased as he rocked into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that had you moaning around Gavin’s cock.

You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your cheeks, allowing Gavin to use your mouth as he pleased. He groaned as he matched his thrusts to Connor’s, one pulling out while the other was pushing inside you.

“Feel so good, sweetheart. Almost like this pretty mouth was made for me,” Gavin praised, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

Connor reached a hand around you to rub tight circles around your clit. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your hips back his, forcing him impossibly deeper inside you.

It took almost no time for you to come around Connor’s cock. You squeezed around him as your orgasm washed over you. Gavin grunted as your moans sent vibrations down his length. Both men continued to rut inside you, riding out your high.

Gavin is the one to reach his peak first as his grip on your hair tightened, and he stilled as he came down your throat. You greedily slurped up everything he gave you, but still, some dribbled down the sides of your mouth. He pulled back slightly to give you room to breathe, but you keep your lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Gavin whined as you lazily bobbed your head, milking him for every drop.

Connor followed immediately after, almost as if he was waiting for Gavin. His hips stuttered against your own, just as the aftershocks of your orgasm diverged dangerously close to overstimulation. He buried himself to the hilt as he twitched inside you, the thick ropes of his cum coating your walls.

Gavin pulled out with a shuddering breath as soon as Connor came, watching as the android detective filled you to the brim. Eventually, Connor’s thrusts slowed to a stop, and he slid out of you. His cum dripped down your thighs, and you whined at the emptiness.

Gavin lifted your chin and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You eagerly returned the kiss, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. A small part of you secretly missed that.

He pulled away, “You did good, sweetheart.”

You smiled at his praise, and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He spared a glance over his shoulder at Connor as he made his way to the door, “See ya, tincan.”

Connor uncuffed you, and you stretched your arms as he helped you get cleaned up. Once you were situated, he pressed a kiss to the inside of each wrist, frowning at the marks the cuffs left.

You ran a hand through his hair, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Immensely,” he quickly answered. “Human relationships are still confusing to me. Does this complicate your feelings toward Detective Reed?”

“No, I love you, Connor. That was purely physical,” you responded as you took his hand in yours. “Have you solved your case?”

“Yes,” he grinned, “I had it solved as soon as you started flirting with me.”

You rolled your eyes before standing. “Let’s go home,” you said as you dragged him toward the door.

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redrobin-detective · 10 months

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Recent ATLA Fics I’ve Read

What is says on the tin, stories that I’ve read over the last month that I loved and wanted to share. Some of them are new, some old, some popular, some not but I’ve enjoyed them all and want to recommend them. As a heads up they’re either gen or Zukka.

In the Soft Light by CHSfic and VSfic

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him. Moon Spirit Sokka, Zukka and Katara/Yue.

Healing Balm by burglar_bird

"Prince Zuko," Iroh began, but the prince wasn't having it. He stormed away and before he knew it he was in his quarters, flinging sparks from his fingers and hissing steam. When that passed, he aggressively lit his meditation candles and tried to calm down. It was difficult because unlike combat meditation came easily, which added insult to injury. Gentle flames licked the air and formed in his palms as well. They were warm and soothing, unlike how fire was supposed to be. Instead of stinging his skin with small burns, the flames numbed the scraps on his palms and the aches in his joints. He knew that by the time his meditation ended he would feel invigorated and new.

His heart burned with shame; no wonder father had discarded him. There was no greater disgrace than having a son who was a healer.

Zuko’s Evil Eye by exectutivedoughnut

Zuko is given a new chore to perform, which he does - to the best of his abilities. But just because he’s losing a fight with a needle doesn’t mean he’s blind (or at least, not blind-blind).

The Good Vanilla by Haircrescendo

Sokka’s beautiful friendship with Zuko doesn’t start with breaking Dad out of jail. That’s just what he tells people.Sokka’s beautiful friendship with Zuko started the day he realizes that he knows how to cook.Feat. breakup cake, an attempted assassination, and eating out of the pan like dirty heathens. Zukka

Blue by blacklipscurse

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could. Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to lose his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior. Zukka.

WitchofEndor literally everything by them.

I’m obsessed with While Mighty Oaks Do Fall and have read it no less than 3 times.

High Sage Kenji blesses Fire Prince Zuko with the resilience of the reed, who bends in the wind and never breaks. When he is done, Fire Prince Ozai narrows his eyes, seemingly displeased by this blessing. But Kenji does not speak for himself; he is only a vessel.

The newly-crowned Fire Lord Ozai offers his firstborn son to service in the temple. This turns out to be a catastrophic mistake.

But also Life in Eden

Her daughter is five years old when Ursa realises what she and Ozai have been doing to their children. By each choosing one to bestow with their approval, they’re pitting them against one another. Perhaps Ozai is doing it on purpose, but Ursa isn’t. She resolves to heal the damage she has done. In which Ursa tries to be a better parent to Azula, and it doesn’t change very much. And then, quite abruptly, it changes everything.

where the stars do not take sides

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

The Sweetheart Swindle

In which Zuko’s advisors won’t stop harassing him about suitable candidates for Fire Lady, and Zuko’s friends hatch an ingenious plan: pretend courtships.

illustrate the remnants of the life I used to live

Zuko's soul marks have been regularly burned away since before he knew what they meant. He knows that he cannot be loyal to his father and his nation while also being loyal to a soul family, so he doesn't look for them. Unfortunately, that means that he doesn't know when he's found them.

The Family You Choose by TunaFishChris

Some people are born with soulmarks. Zuko has them, but his grandfather burned them off because they "make you weak."

Team Avatar has a few things to say about that.

Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry by orphan_account

(“You’re not sleeping,” Mai says softly. “How’d you know?” Zuko asks.

To be honest, he’s kind of gotten to the point where he’s surprised that anyone can perceive him outside of his necessary functions- he exists solely to sit in council meetings and shoulder the blame for genocides and famines and the suffering of one-hundred years. Doesn’t he?)

The war is over, but the fallout is just beginning. And where lightning strikes, thunder is bound to follow.

Divergence of Destiny by Fernandidily_yo

This is his life now, here on this ship, serving tea with Uncle and the crew. Traveling the world and staying far, far away from the ongoing war.

The Jasmine Dragon is Zuko's home.

Meeting the Avatar does not change that.

It changes absolutely nothing.

(Until, inevitably, it does.)

this love burns so yellow (becoming orange and in it’s time, exploding) by meliebee

Ten months after Zuko is crowned at seventeen, he faces his first coup.

With Agni on Our Side by fanficreader5

After the fateful Agni Kai, instead of sending him off on a ship, Fire Lord Ozai decided to remove his son's title and relegate him to being part of the Palace staff.

Zuko's pretty sure he's going to go back to being Crown Prince any day now.

Just a few more days.

And then the Avatar and his companions are captured.

What We’re Given series by Haircresendo

Started out as a “What would happen if Zuko happened to rediscover sky bison while searching for the Avatar?” and turned into something more than that

#atla #atla reccs

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satelitis · 2 months

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꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

#quill to paper (rowan's version)#fulton reed #fulton reed x reader #the mighty ducks #the mighty ducks x reader #d1 #d2 #d3 #fulton reed x fem reader #fulton reed x yn

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gavin-reed-is-gay · 3 months

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Oh, yeah? Well, you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who, uh, got more action than he could handle.

Gavin Reed // Eden Club

#detroit: become human #dbh #gavin reed #mine #mine: gifs #mine: dbh

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wysteria-clad · 2 years

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Amarre

paring: Sub! Marc, Sub! Steven, Sub! Jake x fem! dom! reader; established relationship

a/n:

- shameless smut

- reader is a mix of gentle & hard dom for the boys.

- mention of Eros from 'Theogony' by Hesiod, Gandharva = handsome celestial male beings in Hindu mythology, also a reference to Garden of Eden and forbidden fruit and the Field of reeds.

- this is titled after the song 'Amarre' by Scarlett Rose.

- as always thanks to @imgoingtofreakoutnow 💗 for Spanish words and phrases

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, swearing, unprotected consensual sex, consensual dom/sub dynamic, sadism/machocism themes, anal play, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, mommy kink, subspace, impact play, nipple play, temperature play, chastity cage, overstimulation, degradation kink, praise kink, dacryphilia, slight pet play, aftercare.

warnings have been given, do not proceed if any of this upsets you

tagging:

@syrma-sensei @slut4fictionalcharacters28

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Marc:

The moment he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, you wanted nothing more than to rip it off. And that's what you did. You pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

You would never get tired of two things in the world despite seeing it every day—The sky, your man's eyes.

Just like how the sky paints kaleidoscope of colours, his eyes never failed to mesmerize you, how his deep brown eyes carried words and promises that silently clung to it.

Today they screamed 'Fuck me, baby"

You ordered him to lie back down. When he looked at you with a challenging expression, you fixed him with, "That wasn't a request".

When he didn't oblige, you pinned him down by his wrists, placing your legs on either side of him, your knees resting flat on the bed.

"It's so damn hot when you pin me down like this" he eyed you under his eyelashes laden with pure lust.

"If you move your arms", you leaned closer to his face and whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna have to punish you, Marc" you nibble his right ear lobe, and tug it slightly. "And I won't play nice" you said in honeyed voice.

"Is that a promise?" he teased you, with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, but he did not move his arms. You do love a challenge, especially when he acts up.

You roughly grabbed his chin, smashing your lips against his, devouring his wanton groans, indulging in the feeling of his rough cheek against yours.

"I love when you’re rough with me" he mouthed, not moving his lips away from yours.

Slowly moving your mouth under his jaw, you kissed and nibbled the sensitive spot under his jaw, you knew that would arouse him. "You talk too much", you left marks of possesiveness with each bite, followed by a soothing flick of your tongue, trailing down his neck. You pinched his nipples and twisted with right amount of pressure, enough to make him writhe in pleasure.

The window curtains on the left danced back and forth, swaying to the wishes of afternoon breezy wind. Steady streaks of mellow sun rays painted Marc's olive skin golden. You were not sure if he was a creature from heaven disguised as a mortal.

There was absolutely no reason why he should have those gorgeous, dark eyelashes. It was the shade of the midnight sky around one am, when lovers confessed their secrets to the moon.

Perhaps that's why people talked to the moon. The moon listens and carefully pockets those confessions and secrets between the stars, under the ink black sky.

You tilted your head to the side, perhaps he was a Gandharva?

What secrets does his eyes posses? What sinful confessions they craved to scream out today?

His delectable groans snapped you back from your short reverie.

"Don't move" you hop off him and the bed, quickly running to kitchen and coming back with tray of ice cubes and a strap on dildo.

New wave of excitement flickered in his eyes at the sight. He adjusted his position with a pillow, his hip was upwards, giving you easier and comfortable access.

With your tongue, you swirled your warm tongue around his nipple, teasing his other one with cold ice cube, you switched the actions on his nipples—the altering sensations made him let out a frenzied groan.

Redolent of his arousal mixed with the scent of his bodywash drove you mad with desire.

A quick movement of your knee made him spread his legs apart. You trailed down kisses starting from his chest to his v-line, turning your head and kissed the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps on his skin. "Relax, baby" you breathed. With your practiced fingers and generous amount of lube, you slipped your middle finger inside his hole, curling it, drawing out a gasp from him, just within three inches, you could feel his prostate. You pushed your finger back and forth few more times to make his muscles relax. You added your index finger now, drawing out string of throaty moans from him.

Without further warning, you plunged the dildo into his hole, thrusting your hips back and forth, massaging his prostate.

He watched your hip move in mesmerizing, rhythmic thrusts. It felt nice to be filled. The blissful look on your face encouraged him, he loved that look on you. Control looked sexy on you. His eyes rolled back to his head, a lightning sensation went from his head to his toes.

The vulnerability and trust he was showing made this emotionally intense.

"You like that?" you slightly slowed down the movement but didn't pull out, to check on him.

"Don't be gentle, baby" he grunted. For him you made it both domineering and sensual. He felt so good not being the active partner in sex and being taken care of. It was a nice break for a change.

That was all the assurance and encouragement you needed.

You plunged deeper into him, increasing the pace, hitting his pleasure zone with calculated precision continuosly. With every thrust, he could feel orgasm brewing and exploding. He cried out, his vision got blurry with tears of ecstasy, his seeds smearing all over his stomach.

You pulled out completely out of him. "Did I say you could come?" you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back with a sharp yank and licking and grazing his exposed throat. "Answer me" you slapped his thigh with the palm of your right hand.

"No" his adam's apple bobbed, his eyes didn't meet yours. He was already frustrated at the lack of your touch.

"Get on all fours"

When he didn't move right away, you squeezed his throbbing cock.

The aggressive side of you turned him on even more, but he knew not to test you too much. Obeying, he got on all fours, his body on fully glory for you to see—only for you.

"I love your ass" you rub his round ass gently, before giving it a light slap. His back arched, a shiver went down his spine, his cock hardening. You started slow, you would gradually increase the pressure later.

"I'm going to give you ten. Say 'thank you' for every slap or I will start all over again, understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

He chewed on it. It was almost on his lips, ready to tumble out, you knew it. He was resisting. Your thumb stroked back from spine till you reached his ass, "It's okay, it's alright, baby. Go ahead, you can say it"

You placed a light kiss on his back.

"Mommy" his eyes closed in pleasure. He felt liberating as it rolled out of his tongue.

"It's okay, babyboy" you said in softer tone, knowing damn well that will make him shudder.

It was a new level of intimacy. The way he opened up turned you on even more.

Like an obedient good boy, he muttered and moaned with 'Thank you, mommy" with every slap. You made the last five laps harder than ever.

"You did so good, baby" you praised, "You can come now" you rubbed his ass in soothing manner. Red marks looked good on his ass, especially because of something you did.

He was a quivering mess under your touch.

Lubing your finger, you parted his cheeks, making him groan again with just your fingers. "Are we go to go? We can stop now if you want", you kissed his spine softly.

"I want more" he breathed out, his head still foggy from his previous exploding orgasms.

"You are insatiable" with a chuckle, you begin to thrust into him. "I want you tell me when to want to stop, use your safeword okay?"

"Yeah" and a nod. "Don't be gent-" he grunted, unable to finish last word as you pounded into him harder.

"What were you saying?" you teased, thrusting your hips forward.

"I love it when you fuck me like this"

Seeing him writhe under you with absolute bliss was a drug, one you got addicted to quickly.

"God, yes, yes!"

You gave him couple more orgasms.

When his moans got quieter, his elbows gave out and he dropped to the bed, you slowed down your thrusts.

"Ha--rder" he slurred. He felt like floating, his head maddened with pure bliss.

"Easy, now. Marc" you instantly stilled, slowly pulling out completely. He must be in subspace, you thought. You got off him, gently guiding him to lie down on the bed. You got rid off the strap on dildo, tossed it to the floor.

You got back with a wet towel and cleaned him up. Your gentle fingers brushed few strands of hair away from his eyes.

Grabbing body lotion, you squeezed it into your palms in generous amount. You massaged his body, starting from his neck, your fingers slowly glided down, kneading his arms, shoulders and back muscles. You rubbed some on his red, spanked ass in soothing way.

After wiping your hands, you laid down next to him, your fingers softly caressed the sides of his face.

His eyes were closed.

You could watch him like this forever, you thought.

"You are staring like a creep" he said without opening his eyes, a hint of smile on his handsome face.

"Yeah, and what if I did?" it was your turn to smile now.

He slowly opened his eyes. He said with a lazy smile on his lips, "You make me feel safe and loved"

You felt suddenly giddy, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

I love you so much. But you didn't say it out loud, you didn't need to.

Your sweet kiss on his forehead was a silent promise of your love to him and Marc knew that.

Steven:

"Steven, honey, I'm reading now" you say, without even looking up from your book. It's the chapter where they were forced to share one bed. Yes, cliche, but you absolutely loved it. "Can you wait few more minutes, love, hm?"

"Y/n/n, please" he let out sound, a mix of whine and groan, already slipping inside his pants.

"If you touch yourself, I'll punish you" the gentleness in your voice was now gone.

Alright, your book can wait. You decided to take care of Steven. You sat up straight on the couch, closing your book before placing a book mark.

"Come here. Let me take care of you" you gestured him to come closer. He stumbled forward as if you pulled a leash. Your soft hands palmed his hardened cock underneath his pants, slowly riling him up. He bucked his hips forward instinctively.

Much to his dismay, you took your sweet time. You slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxers down, but not all the way down, just enough to give you easy access. Steven was impatient when it came to this. Your movement was careful not to brush your fingers on his skin, he should learn patience. You are going to teach him.

Your heart rate sped up at the sight of his thick cock. "Sit on my lap"

"Love, I-" you could see the nervousness in his eyes, "what if I crush you?"

"You won't. Come here", you assure him with a smile. Your voice was gentle this time. After your assurance, he obliged. He placed his legs on your sides, in straddling position.

"Look at me."

His impatient eyes met yours.

"You can't come, you can't speak, you can't touch me, or make any sound until I say so. Do you understand?" your brazen tone almost made him whimper. "I will punish you if your disobey, got it?"

He nodded.

He didn't speak. Good.

You had previously discussed with him before—boundaries, limits, safe word. He promised he would use it if anything made him uncomfortable or he didn't want to do it.

The moment he felt your fingers on his cock, his breath hitched. You kept your strokes light and slow. Your neatly trimmed fingers trailing from the tip to the base, teasing his taint. You'll save it for later.

The anticipation was too much for him, he bit his bottom lip not to moan loudly as per your command.

So obedient.

"Good boy" your praise only made it harder for him to restrain himself. You began to fondle his balls and slightly scratching with your blunt nails. He leaned forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck, you could feel his moans hitch in his throat, swallowing down. He didn't make a sound exactly like you ordered. A good boy indeed.

"You like that, baby, hm?" you didn't stop your movements.

"You can speak now, darling"

"Yes" he manage to choke out.

"Yes, what?"

When he didn't answer, you withdrew your hand off his cock, drawing out a pathetic whine from his lips. "I want your eyes on me"

"Yes, m-mommy" he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. His voice was deep with thick accent. You smiled. Heat pooled at your core, but you kept your composure.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby", you drawl out, your silken words reached his ears like a whimsical melody.

Your fingers worked around the way from the base to the tip of his cock in up and down motion.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

You watched him throw his head back, his half lidded eyes drunken on pure lust. Throaty, deep moans and groans elicited from his lascivious, parted mouth.

You gradually increased the pressure and speed. "Does that feel good, baby?"

On the cusp of orgasm, he managed to nod vigorously, his curls sticking messily to his face. Pre cum beaded his tip. You touched his hypersensitive head with your thumb, slowly tracing the head of the penis spreading his precum around it.

He grabbed your hand closer and bucked his hips forward, fucking your hand. He only realised his mistake when you ceased your hand movement.

You glided your hand up the nape of his neck, raking your fingers through his hair and roughly pulling his head back. "Did I say you could come?"

He let out a whimper. Whining more at the loss of your touch, he cried out in desparation.

"That was naughty of you, wasn't it? Only good boys get rewarded" you pulled his head close to your lips. Your breath was hot on the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Naughty boys get punished", a shudder went through his whole body.

His bottom lip quivered at your words. He wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please you. He yearned for you to call him a good boy, your good boy.

Your tone was condescending, but you quickly glanced at his eyes to make sure he was alright. When you didn't sense any discomfort on his face and expression, you proceeded.

"I want you to be patient, can you do that?"

You could feel him hum in response against your neck.

"What did I say? Use your words when you are talking to mommy"

"I'll be good, let me cum" he pleaded, leaning his head on the crook of your neck again, desparately clinging to you. His voice was even more pathetic than before. His breath was hot against on your skin. "P-please, mommy, please" a sob ripped through his lips. He begged desperately.

You lowered your hands slowly, massaged the flesh of his inner thighs, kneading them with your practiced hands. His ragged breathes turned into libidinous moans. You could feel his cock twitching against you.

Eros—the limb-melter overpowers the mind and the thoughtful counsel of all the gods and the human beings.

Steven wondered if he was being struck by Eros or it was just your sinfully amorous touch.

You knew he was close. You hands moved upwards in gossamer touches, the soft pad of your thumb stroked his taint— a delicate touch just beneath his balls, sending shivers on his skin—again and again and again. He bucked his hip forward, feeling continuous jolts of pleasure through his body. His breath was raggedly fast and hot against yours.

"Your hands feel so g-good on my cock" he managed to utter those words, his tone slightly hitched at the last word. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Tears pricked his eyes. His eyes got glassy. "Please, please, let me come" tears freely rolled from the corners of his eyes as he shut his eyes tight. He was a whimpering mess in your hands. "Mommy-"

"You look so pretty, baby, being so good for me" you praised him, wiping tears off his cheek with your left hand. He earned it.

Veins were prominent on his cock, pre cum already leaking more and dripping down on your finger. He was trying hard to be good for you. He was being good.

Pleased at his behaviour, you decide to give him the sweet bliss of release. "Go ahead, honey. You can come now" you cooed in his ear, barely a whisper. Your left hand made a 'v' with thumb and index finger, holding his cock erect on the base, stretching the entire length with your other hand in slow smooth movement.

You cupped the shaft with both of your hands, to mimic the feeling of his cock surrounded by vaginal walls as best as you can, changing your movement sideways.

"That's it, good boy" you punctuate each word with a nibble under his jaw and neck, slightly grazing his feverish skin with your teeth.

How can someone me so cruel yet merciful, Steven thought. He cried out, intoxicated. His body shuddered with a thrashing orgasm. His seeds dripped down into your palm and your wrist, smearing his stomach.

You rhythmically loosened your grip on his cock, to ease the pressure on his sensitive member, so it won't be too painful for him.

"Why don't you lie back down? I want make you feel good" you switched the position, you pushed him down on the sofa.

When you moved and searched for something in the drawer, his eyebrows furrowed. What were you looking for?

Bottle of lubricant.

His breath hitched. He was excited and nervous.

"Do you trust me, Steven?" you kept your tone casual, not sultry to push him into anything.

He nodded his head.

You played with Marc and Jake multiple times before, it wasn't new to you. But to Steven it was new. Anal play.

His eyes watched you lube your fingers.

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"A bit, yeah", he was being honest, "I trust you"

You treasured those words like precious gems.

"Remember your safe word if you are uncomfortable and I will stop" your voice was patient and gentle.

Your touches were soft, your index finger slipped into his hole, carefully and slowly.

His breath hitched in his throat.

"Is this alright?"

Your fingers stilled the moment he said the safeword.

"Can we do try this later? Can you cuddle me now?" his voice was hesitant. Did this turn you off? Did you make you upset?

"Of course, baby" you replied with a smile that eased his worries a bit. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to" you wiped your hands.

"Want to move back to bed? It's lot more comfy"

You were cuddling him under warm blanket.He was silent. It felt odd to you.

"Steven, honey, is everything alright? Did I push you? I'm sor-"

"No, no. I, um..you are not upset I used the safeword?"

"What? No. Steven, I'm happy you said that" you made him look at your eyes, "Baby, I'm proud of you for trusting me and saying that", you caressed his cheek with your thumb, "It's about you too. We don't have to do anything we don't want to. You are still my good boy" you gently run your fingers his messy curls.

"I'm your good boy" he repeated your words, wrapping his arm around your waist, nestling his head against your chest, "I love you"

"I love you too, baby" you scratched his scalp and played with his soft hair until eventually be asleep in your arms.

Jake:

Jake Lockley did not think you could do that.

When you said you are going to punish him for touching himself, he didn't take you seriously.

He gave you a cocky smirk, "What are you going to do about it, princesa?"

Maybe warm his cock? Suck his cock?

When you made him wear chastity cage, something like curiosity and excitement flickered in his eyes. It was just a day, he could do that, it's not a big deal. That's what he thought.

It took three days for him to break under your touch. You cuffed him to bed and edged him deliciously, right when he was about to come, you stopped, putting back the chastity cage— for three days.

Every time he moaned, "Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño"

You would chuckle and say, "Beg me"

When you walked in those tantalizing shorts, he wanted nothing more than to bend you over by grabbing your neck and fuck you senseless.

Oh how the tables have turned.

He couldn't touch himself even if he wanted to, not without your permission. He was writhing. He never felt like this before— it was a torment, sweet torment he enjoyed every bit of it.

On the fourth day, you decided to be a graceful goddess and offer him mercy.

"Tonight is all about me. Put that tongue of yours to work. If you make me come twice within ten minutes, I'll take off the cage, if not, it stays on for few more days" you made yourself comfortable on the edge of your bed.

When he took a step towards you, you stopped him. "Nuh uh. On your knees, crawl towards me with your head bowed" your voice was cool and firm.

Fuck. You weren't playing around. You were good at this. So good.

He sank to his knees, arms on the floor. He averted his gaze from yours and bowed his head.

Being in control all the time was exhausting, to him giving it up and being under complete mercy of you was exhilarating and freeing, arousing him in new way he didn't think it was possible.

You hummed in approval. The sight of him being so obedient at your command turned you on.

He looked you up with those dark brown eyes. "Can I touch you please?" any cockiness in his voice three days ago was long gone.

"Use that pretty mouth and please me"

You set the timer on your phone to ten minutes.

He started with a kiss to your ankle, taking his time, his mouth slowing trailing up your legs and your inner thighs.

He was more than eager to oblige. He buried his face between your legs. His ravenous tongue devoured you, lapping back and forth, switching it up with side to side. He made your body tremble with orgasms.

It took seven minutes and forty four seconds for Jake Lockley to make you come twice with his tongue.

Your loud moans were music to his ears. He swallowed your juice.

You slid your hand down your slit, swiping up your juice. You parted his lips, pressing down his jaw and inserting your thumb inside, he sucked on your fingers.

"Atta boy" you scratched his head, ruffling his soft curls. He melted under your touch, eyes closing. Fuck how much he missed this.

"Since you are being so good for me, today you have a choice, you want my mouth or my pussy?"

"Your pussy"

You began to strip.

Jake stared at you lying back on the bed, his hands cuffed to the headboard. You climbed on top, straddling him.

The sight of the key in your hand already made him groan with impatience.

"You are so huge" you unlocked his cage, taken his thick member with both of your hands. You caressed the skin that got slightly chafed from the metal softly. You would take care of it later, you made a mental note.

"Do you like that?", your question was met by a grunt, followed by a whimper, because that’s the only sound your man could manage.

"Answer me, pet".

"Yes ma'am" he managed to mutter in his accent.

You challenged him and kept him on his toes, he craved it and loved it.

You sank your cunt slowly into him, thrusting your hips.

Relief? Ecstasy?

"¡Mierda!" his toes curled, his back arched, he thrashed his arms only to feel it restrained by the cuffs. No one gave him explosive orgasm like this.

"You look so sexy on top of me"

He watched your ample bossoms bounce on top of him with every thrust. It reminded him off the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. He could see but could not touch until you said so. What a ruthless goddess you were, a stunning one at that. He watched your lips part in pleasure when you orgasmed.

The change in power dynamic gave him new sense of thrill.

"Look at you, my little fucktoy" you grinned, taunting him and increasing the pace roughly.

His mind went to blissful oblivion. His eyes got heavy lidded. His carnal rage was ignited by your touch.

Time slowed down in his eyes. The way your breasts rose and fell with every breath you took, the sound of your lascivious moans filled his ears, few strands of your disheveled hair framing your face, you never looked so stunning as you were right now—confident and in control. You should top more, he thought.

"Who owns you?" your question snapped him back to reality.

"You"

"Say it louder"

"You own me, querida"

"Your cock belongs to me" you slightly changed the angle and thrusted deep into him.

"Who fucks you like me?"

He came again. It took every ounce of power in him to comprehend and answer to your question in that maddening ecstasy.

"No one. Fuck! I can't stop coming"

You chuckled, fucking him senseless. You were not done with him yet.

"I'm gonna milk you dry, Lockley" you studied his expressions.

""¡Por favor, cariño, no puedo!"

"If you want me to stop, say the safeword and I will"

But he doesn't say it, you were giving him what he craved.

"Please, I-" his words were cut off by his own grunts and moans. He was a quivering mess underneath you.

The intensity of his next two orgasms were raw and powerful.

"Baby, please!" he begs you pathetically, his eyes glossy with tears as you pull back.

"That's it, that's it" your voice was softer than before, "Good boy" you wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. "That wasn't so bad was it, baby?", you uncuff him.

His breathing was still ragged. He rubbed his wrists. "Next time, let's use the silk ties"

"Maybe next time, you can use those on me" you chuckle and wink at him. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Was I too rough?" he could sense the panic bloom in your chest.

He chuckled. "No, princesa" he brought your face close to his lips in gently and pressed a kiss to your head, "You were perfect. Thank you"

You cupped his face and kissed his lips. "I'm gonna run a bath, want to join me?" you play with his curls, twirling and tugging it lightly.

"Princesa, if I ever say no do that, you can punch me"

You giggle, kissing him again.

The warm water was soothing. You made him to sit on front of you. His back was pressed against your chest. "Let me take care of you" you kissed the side of his head. You grabbed his hands, placing light kisses to the spot chafed by the cuffs, "we are not using those cuffs again".

His laugh reverberated against your chest. A sound you adored.

You lathered your palms with shampoo, massaging his scalp in soothing manner. He felt his body relax under your tender care and touch. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against your shoulder as you washed his chest with your favorite body wash. You kissed his shoulder blade as you rinsed off the bubbles.

Jake Lockley did not go to the Field of Reeds like Marc, but he knew he found his heaven right now, in your hands full of nothing but tender and warm care and love for him.

"Jake, babe"

Did he fall asleep in the bathtub against your chest? Small smile formed on your lips.

"Baby, come on, let's get to bed" you nudged him gently, "I don't want you to look like a prune!" you tried to joke.

"You are too good to me, querida" he mumbled, half asleep when you dragged him to bed. You made sure to apply ointment to his wrists and to tiny chafings on his cock. "Tú eres mi corazón..", he fell asleep, his arm loosely draped around your waist.

"I love you, Jake" you smile at his sleeping form and kissing his forehead twice. You pulled the blanket over both of you, "so much" you pressed another kiss to his head, before sleep took over your mind and body.

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"Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño" = "Have some mercy, darling"

"¡Mierda!" = "Fuck!"

"Cariño, por favor no puedo" = Darling, please I can't

"Tú eres mi corazón = You are my heart

"Princesa" = Princess

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #steven grant smut #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight smut #moon knight #sub jake lockley #sub marc spector #sub steven grant

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valentine-ofthe-ghostwiththemost · 24 days

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🎸MY THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS TO ADAM FROM HAZBIN HOTEL - (for now)🍖

Hello hello folks, I've been thinking about writing about this post/blog for a while now and here it is, because Adam is my favorite character (obsession) and I have a lot of things in my head that I need share before I kidnap someone to listen to me talk about it for hours on end.

Hahaha I'm just kidding...or am I?

TW: Mention of profanity and sex.

I'm writing this blog because I have a lot to say about Adam and I think I'm already bothering my friends too much (just kidding, I'm going to keep filling them with Adam until I say enough is enough🤓👆)

Alright, let's start, firstly I was already a big fan of Hazbin hotel's work since the time Vizziepop had released the pilot on YouTube at the time of on October 28, 2019, and man, I was simply OBSESSED with the work, I had no idea who Adam was at that time, I was only 11 years old (And I know, I know, Hazbin Hotel was not and is not intended for minors, but I didn't have internet surveillance on my parents, so that's what happened and now I'm 18 years old).

And boy, oh boy

I was in complete EUPHORIA when it became public on August 7, 2020 that Hazbin Hotel was going to have a sequel on Amazon, I only knew how to talk about it and was excited waiting for the release date.

And when I watched that episode where Charlie has a meeting with Adam...I was like "THAT MAN, I NEED THAT MAN‼️‼️"

And that song..."Hell is Forever"... I can't remember a day that I didn't clean the house listening to that sound and pretending the broom was a guitar while I beat my hair like an 80s rocker high (I know, it's an exaggerated comparison but that's how I feel, so let me have it).

Here, listen to this work of art sung by our (MY) beloved Alex Brightman

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In addition to the song "Stick it to the man" from the musical "School of rock" that Adam references in one of the items on the list of things to get into paradise, coincidentally his voice actor Alex Brightman also He is the main voice of the song and a character in the musical.

I spent all day listening to her today, but that's the least of it

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There are also some songs by other singers that make me think of Adam because of their lyrics, for example Lana del Rey, there is a song of hers that all I think of when I hear it is Adam, unfortunately I can't share it here because it is a discarded song by the singer that I managed to download on a pirated website that has been taken down a while ago.

The songs that make me think of him are "Push me down" and what made me think of Adam is the following part "I'm your little baby doll and you are my mister rock 'n roll", the song "Brooklyn Baby" because of the music part "Well, my boyfriend's in a band, He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed", the others songs are "Say yes to Heaven" and "Angels Forever".

Adam, besides being my favorite character and hyperfocus, was the reason I met the character Beetlejuice (my other hyperfocus) and the voice actor and actor Alex Brightman. Because he was the one who aroused my curiosity to know who his voice actor was since I recognized that his voice was the same as Fizzarolli's, and then when researching and discovering the actor, I also ended up discovering about Beetlejuice, I even have a blog about it, if you want to read it, this is it here.

Just like with Beetlejuice, I'm producing a page with drawings and collages about Adam in my sketchbook that I might post later in a future post about my sketchbook, but that's another topic.

In addition, I'm trying to put together some songs to create a playlist based on him, in it I'm putting rock songs from the 80s that I feel suit him or that he would listen to, some songs by the norwegian singer Aurora which are very reminiscent of and are based on the garden of Eden and Adam from the bible (although the Adam from Hazbin hotel and the one from the bible are completely different).

Some time ago I was writing a fanfic about Adam with an authorial character completely made by me, it was just a fanfic that I had written on character IA but then I decided to write it myself, but I never got around to posting it and kept it stored in my notepad.

The story took place in the timeline of the first season of the series, where heaven discovered that demons and beings from hell now possessed angelic fist weapons and could hurt or kill the exterminating angels after the death of one of the exterminating angels, they would need a new strategy or a new "weapon", and then with the decision of God and all the seraphim, she was created, an angel made to protect heaven and bring back balance by killing sinners in hell, her name was Angelita, and she would be handed over to Adam who would have to train her until the day of the next day of extermination (which would be the day in which Adam dies), throughout the story Adam would begin to feel something for her, unlike Lilith and Eve, he would fall in love out of true love and not obligation, this love between the two would be something forbidden (as a metaphor for the forbidden fruit of Eden) since by God's order she would have to be pure and virgin and that Adam would not fall into temptation for her, I won't tell the rest of the story, if you want I'll make a post just about that (I'll leave you curious hehe), all I can say is that Adam will not die and the ending is tragic, for all sides.

🤘🏻MY HEADCANONS ABOUT ADAM🎸

These headcanons are some things I thought Adam might like, do, or make me think of him, and I'm also writing this because most of the headcanons I find about him are about sex or couples things (Not that they're bad, some are actually quite cute and I read them when I need comfort), so I'm here to contribute some content just about him.

• About how he feels about have been betrayed

I know, Adam is not the best person in the world but man, he is not a monster, he is a human, the first human, unfortunately, human nature is curious and destructive, not that this is an excuse for everything Adam committed. But then I think, "How much did it hurt to be cheated on twice?", "Did he feel worthless, insufficient?", I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, then I think how bad he felt and feels, but he hides it all behind a false personality of "Dick Master" and "The First Man", titles, high ego and falsehood to hide your real self. The only part of Adam that we were shown about him was him being extremely selfish, rude, arrogant and sexist, but all in scenes where he was exposed to people, people who weren't close to him, and then I wonder if he's just all that, but I feel like Adam he's just a hurt man who hides what he feels behind a false personality, just like Angel Dust does. Proof that he cares about people (at least those he considers close) was his smile at Lute as he slowly lost his life in the arms of the exterminating angel who cried seeing him dying. (I cried so much at this scene 😭)

Adam is a sexist character, I can't deny that, but man, he's the first man, no one ever told him what was right and wrong, they always let him do what he wanted from the beginning of his creation, and even in heaven, but now he had Sera to put him in his place at least when she was around.

I might just be taking a shot in the dark or looking for something good in what isn't there, but that's how I think about Adam, so please let me have this, let me see there's still some good there.

• Adam has a chubby body (like a dad body)

Okay, this one took me a while to think about, because a lot of people draw him thin and we never see him without his tunic, which left me quite confused, but after analyzing some scenes and discovering he was made based on his voice actor (Alex Brightman) I had no more doubts.

In these scenes every time he is squeezed his belly ends up being marked and you can clearly see that he is a little chubby. I know there was that scene with Lilith at the beginning that shows him skinny, but let's face it guys, you can see from his scenes in heaven that he eats a lot, do you really think he wouldn't gain a little weight?

And even Lucifer during the fight in hell against him told Adam that he had really let himself go, kind of like he was different before when he was in the garden of Eden.

Honestly, I don't know why people try to say he's skinny, the fanarts are really beautiful and stuff, but come on, don't you think a chubby Adam would make more sense? I'm not saying this because I love chubby men (I think they're incredibly cute and it makes me want to hug them 😫💗) but I don't know, I just think that with all of his diet, which isn't the best, it made him gain a little weight in the meantime.

• He felt bad about being the only human in heaven

This is because of an art I saw on Pinterest and it made me reflect on it. Like, when he got to heaven he was the only one with human appearance, all other angels and winners (human souls who reach heaven) had different appearances, such as animal appearances, for example Molly, Angel Dust's sister, who is a spider.

So I think he may have made that mask with horns to feel more integrated into that society and less different.

•Adam plays guitar when he's feeling bad (sad, distressed, stuff like that)

I imagine that whenever Adam is feeling sad, distressed or even stressed, he goes somewhere alone and plays his guitar in calm chords expressing what he feels through the melody played, it would be calm notes but full of feelings, his black gloved fingers hitting the strings while all there is in the place are just him, his guitar and his mind, and no one else to see him like that.

I think that whenever he remembers Lilith and Eva's betrayals, he feels at least a little bad, and then playing his guitar stops and takes away all that bad feeling in his chest, even if it just goes away temporarily.

I imagine the following scenario, late afternoon almost dusk as the cotton white clouds take on a yellowish tone as the sun slowly sets bringing the night with it, while the sun brought the night with it, in Adam's chest that bitter feeling grew as memories knocked on the door again, leaving him more moody than usual, making him fly away from the city with his guitar to sit on the golden gates of heaven and as he plays the guitar calmly emptying that feeling from his chest so that the next day he pretends that nothing happened, but he knows, he knows that that will forever be stuck in his mind.

• He's not as popular as he says he is

Going back to that topic I said about him hiding behind a false narcissistic personality and high ego, I think that him being popular is a lie, both sexually and in society, I know, he is the first man and that would make him popular and the fact that he is a guitarist in a band, but think with me, would you like to be in the presence of someone or have relationships with someone who only knows how to curse all the time and talk about himself and how many girls he had sex with over the weekend?

Well, at least I think that everything he says is just stuff to inflate his ego and feel good about himself.

• He likes 80s rock bands

This is just in my head, I feel like Adam would like 80s rock bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses, maybe even Slipknot, bands in general that have the same type of music that he plays, I also think he enjoys guitar solos like Slash or the solo from the song "Master of puppets".

I also think that his band's style follows the same style as these bands, I don't know, like I said it's just my headcanon.

•Adam has a fear or trauma of apples

This is supposed to be a little funny

This headcanon came to mind when a friend of mine who also knows Hazbin hotel made the joke that Adam is afraid or traumatized by apples because of the whole forbidden fruit of Eden thing and betrayal by Eve.

Imagine, Lute simply eating an apple near him and he freaks out, ripping the apple out of her hands and throwing it away.

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I honestly feel like Adam deserved a chance to change, a chance at redemption, a chance to really be loved and really love, no sex, no divine obligation, just real love.

Well guys that's what I have for now, I'll try to remember more headcanons for a next post, maybe even some +18, but for now that's all I have in my mind.

Thank you so much for reading, kisses in your heart 💗🤘🏻

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remains-rpg · 5 months

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2/3 Parte del precioso pack de Eden Reed realizado por su amigo secreto, Derek. -Endure

#feliz navidad 2023 remains #amigo invisible en remains #eden reed

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A Long Way Down

KissOfLightning

Summary:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships:

Chris Miller & Gavin Reed

Leo Manfred & Gavin Reed

Characters:

Gavin Reed

Chris Miller

Leo Manfred

Additional Tags:

Leo Needs a Hug

Hurt Leo

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

One Shot

References to Drugs

References to Depression

Suicide Attempt

Gavin Reed Being an Asshole

Chris Miller POV

Language:English

Series: Carl Dies

Published:2023-11-20

Words:2,371

Chapters:1/1

A Long Way Down

Notes:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

First half is serious, second half is silly fluff~ Chris Miller gets a POV story like he deserves! CW: Attempted Suicide

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Saturday, November 6th, 2038

Gavin Reed was inspecting the crime scene; the man known as Michael Graham had been found dead at Eden Club. The scene showed the deceased man in a bed with bruises on his neck, and an incapacitated brown haired female Traci android across the room. Gavin examined Michael's corpse closely; the bruising was an indicator the victim had been strangled. "Now the question is..." Gavin speculated out loud as he crossed his arms. "Did the android act with the intent to murder him, or did he just not know when to call it quits? Is the killer a deviant or a defective android that wasn't inspected properly?"

The door to the room whooshed open. As the cop and detective noticed who had entered, Gavin opened with "Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet. The fuck are you two doing here?" He sounded confused.

"We've been assigned all cases involving androids." The android informed.

Oh Reed was NOT going to happy about that! "Oh yeah? Well you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who uhh...got more action than he could handle!" Gavin laughed boisterously.

"We'll have a look anyway. If you don't mind." Anderson told him.

Surprisingly Reed did not complain or cause a scene. "Come on let's go." He told Chris. The detective passed between Anderson and Connor wafting his hand in the air. "It's uhh..." He sniffled. "Starting to stink of booze in here." He purposely nudged against the android on his way out.

"Good night Lieutenant." Chris said in farewell before leaving. The cop did not have any personal qualms with Connor; he was polite and seemed to know what he was doing. As for the lieutenant, Chris held respect for him in the highest regard.

Gavin stormed off to the car and slammed the door shut after entering.

Chris settled into his seat. "Well you handled that surprisingly well." He pointed out.

The detective shoulder checked and pulled out of the parking lot. Once Gavin was on the road, he shouted angrily "It wouldn't have done shit if I had an outburst in there! It's FUCKING BULLSHIT Chris! Every time there's a case involving a fucking android, Drunkerson gets it just because he's been paired with that pretentious plastic prick! I'm SUPPOSED to be working in homicide - but my cases keep FUCKING getting taken over by that obnoxious tin can! At this rate I'm going to get my fucking job REPLACED before I can get a promotion!" Gavin angrily slammed his fist on the dash, and lost his grip on the wheel for a moment before it veered to the side.

Chris' heart rate escalated. In panic he exclaimed, "Shit Gavin! You're going to get us killed! How about we stop somewhere for a bit to chill out."

The detective took a heavy sigh. Chris understood Gavin needed to vent, but none of this was his fault. "Okay...there's a place I like to go when I need to think. We'll stop there for a bit." Gavin declared.

As Gavin drove along Ambassador Bridge, Chris noticed a figure standing near the ledge. "Shit! I think that person's about to jump!" Chris warned.

The detective stopped his car and activated his hazard lights. Thankfully there was not much traffic coming through. "Chris, stay a few feet behind me." Gavin ordered while cautiously stepping out of the car. "Hey, you! What are you doing?" He shouted to the individual standing on the ledge.

As the figure looked back and talked to Gavin, they recognized who it was. "I'm going to jump! Please leave me be. I can't go on anymore!" The man's name was Leo; they had seen working at the coffee shop until a few days ago. Chris recalled the detective complaining that everyone there had been replaced by a 'fucking android'.

"I'm with the Detroit Police Department. As per the law, I can't allow you to do that." Gavin stated.

"Why the fuck is taking my own life against the law anyway? I'm not hurting anyone except myself." Leo retorted.

"Firstly that's likely not true; you're hurting those that care about you. Secondly, if suicide wasn't illegal, there would be no way for us to intervene." Gavin argued.

"You're wrong on the first part; nobody fucking cares about me. Both my parents are dead and I don't have any fucking friends! I'm going through Red Ice withdrawal and I'll never make it out on my own. I'm better off dead."

Gavin's hands were shaking...he seemed really worried. He was probably fond of Leo, as Chris was; seeing the same people on practically a daily basis, you naturally grow attached to them. Despite Gavin being irritating seventy percent of the time, Chris saw him as his friend, and he would despair if something were to happen to him.

"I've been where you are Leo! You don't need to do this! It feels like you have nothing now but...hell my parents are alive, but they're fucking dead to me. I've been through hell and back, but I had the strength to pull myself out!" Gavin exclaimed. Was he really telling the truth? Or was this all part of an act to convince Leo not to jump?

"Well I'm not strong like you Detective Reed! I can't even function without Red Ice! I blamed the android but..." Tears streamed from Leo's eyes. "My dad DIED because of me! I broke into his mansion and stressed him out while I was high on that shit! He died of a heart attack." As Leo broke into a sob, Gavin cautiously moved closer, and Leo noticed. "Don't fucking come any closer! I'll really do it!" The man threatened, but his whole body was trembling.

Gavin took the gamble and gradually inched closer. "Don't do it. We can talk this over. We can get you some help."

"I'm a worthless piece of shit." Leo closed his eyes for a moment and steadied his stance. "I'm better off dead." As soon as Leo closed his eyes, Chris took the opportunity to sprint towards him.

Leo stepped over the edge, and Gavin lunged forward catching the man's right arm. However, Leo slipped off anyway due to the wet terrain resulting from the storm. "Shit.. I'm losing my...CHRIS!" Gavin shouted frantically.

"Help me. I don't want to die!" Leo exclaimed.

Just in time Chris clutched onto Leo's left arm, and Gavin readjusted his grip on Leo's right. "Okay on one...PULL!" Gavin ordered as they pulled Leo back up.

They were successful in their endeavor and in the aftermath, the three men were heaving. After catching their breath, Leo was trembling. "I...I'm so sorry. Thank you for saving me." He gasped with weariness in his breath.

"All in a day's work!" Gavin said cheerily as he smirked and did that weird double wink. For the life of him, Chris had no idea why Gavin thought that was appealing.

"How are you feeling?" Chris checked in on Leo.

"A bit traumatized but better...I think. I'm starving actually." Leo stated.

"Anyone feeling like going to Denny's?" Gavin asked the group.

"I could eat." Chris answered with a grin.

Gavin and Chris were seated in a booth beside each other and across from Leo. The officer was staring at the menu, having flipped through the whole thing over four times. "You decided what you wanted to eat yet, or are you going to continue reading that menu like it's a fucking novel?" Reed complained.

Chris always struggled with deciding what to eat. "Uhh...uhh."

"Just fucking pick something god dammit! I'm starving!" Gavin groaned.

The waitress approached, "Hi, my name is Tabitha, and I'll be your server today! Are you all ready to order?"

"Thank fuck! An actual human waitress! Yes, we're ready to order, right?" Gavin responded, checking in with Chris and Leo.

"Oh yeah! I know what I want!" Leo said cheerily. "Gimme a chicken tenders and fries. Hold on the gravy - your gravy tastes like shit!"

"And what are you having to drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a hot chocolate! Make it extra chocolatey if you can! With marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles." He answered with a cheeky grin.

"Sure I can throw some Oreo chunks on top of it too for no extra charge if you'd like." She offered.

"Oh FUCK YEAH!" Leo chortled enthusiastically.

"What are you, nine?" Gavin ridiculed.

"It's my go-to drink when I've had a rough night, alright!" Leo protested. "Geez for a person who's trying to convince me to continue living, you're doing a terrible fucking job!"

Chris smirked. "That's just the way Gavin is. I think if he went five minutes without being an asshole, he'd spontaneously combust!"

Leo laughed at that.

"I'll have what he's having." Chris added. Chicken tenders and fries did not sound half bad, but the image of that hot chocolate was dancing in his head.

"And you?" The waitress asked Reed.

"I'll have a lumberjack slam with eggs over easy, and rye bread." Gavin ordered.

"And to drink?"

"I'll have a beer, like a REAL man. Pint of Guinness."

After the server left, Gavin stated directed at Leo, "I hadn't seen you at Starbuck's recently. When we were there it seemed to be completely taken over by androids. It's shitty your job got replaced by those fucking things!"

"I wasn't replaced. I was fired. I'm not surprised in the fucking least that the shitty manager wouldn't bother to hire any more humans. Sheryl and I were the only ones left. Some asshat decided to throw hot coffee on her because it 'tasted old'. She ran out crying. I jumped over the counter and beat the shit out of him." Leo explained.

"I'd imagine it'd be hard to keep a job after that." Chris concluded.

"Yeah, no shit. It wasn't the first time I messed up at work. I can't put up with that fucking shit at all without Red Ice. I've only gone 24 hours without it and I'm losing my fucking mind! I can't sober up on my own...I can't do it. And I have no-one...that's why I..." Leo expressed as he seemed like he was about to cry.

"Listen, if you need someone for emotional support. I'll be there. I don't have a fancy place, but you can stay in my apartment for a little while, and give you a chance to go through rehab." Gavin's tone softened to Chris' surprise. What could his ulterior motive be this time?

"Really, you'd let me stay with you? It'd be great to not be alone right now." Leo responded. Tabitha came up to the table with their food. Leo rubbed his hands together as he gleefully shouted "Thank fuck! I'm starving!"

"First the hot chocolate for the cutie." The server announced placing the drink on the table near Leo.

"Hey, what about me?" Gavin protested.

Blatantly ignoring him, Tabitha proceeded, "And the second hot chocolate for the handsome gentleman over here."

"Oh I get it! I must be the hottie then." Gavin assumed.

"And Guinness for the asshole." She deadpanned.

"The...hot asshole?"

"The average-looking asshole." She deadpanned once more before handing over the food. Her tone brightened back up as she cautioned "Careful sweeties, it's hot!" She glared at Gavin, "Except for you, you can burn your hands."

Chris and Leo laughed heartily. "Okay, that settles it! I'm paying for the whole table so I can give you a proper tip!"

Gavin turned to Chris and glared at him as the server left. The detective shook his head and shrugged. "She must just have terrible taste."

"Yeah, you keep thinking that." Chris sassed as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Fuck you Chris." Gavin grumbled.

"No thank you!" Chris replied. Leo belted out laughing.

"What about you, Leo?" Gavin asked as the man was sipping his beverage, pulling away and leaving a whipped cream moustache.

"Huh?" He responded.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Gavin clarified.

"Oh- yeah I do!" Leo confirmed.

"See?"

"But I also have a terrible taste in men." Leo added with a giggle. Gavin frowned and Chris laughed.

After taking another sip of his hot drink, Chris stated, "Well your taste in men is nothing like your taste in drinks. This is damn delicious!"

"Can I try it?" Gavin asked Chris sheepishly.

"No. Thought you said men only drink beer!" Chris scoffed.

"Leo?"

"Nah! This is all mine! Order your own!" Leo told him.

"Pfft!" Gavin huffed.

After finishing their meal, a familiar Dean Martin tune played on the radio. Lay some happiness on me. Soon the brighter side, you'll see! No more loneliness to be! Lay some happiness on me. Leo started bobbing side to side. "Hey, this old ass song is pretty nice."

Chris expected the detective to make some snarky comment, but instead his gaze was focused on Leo. If the officer was not seeing it first hand, he would never believe that Gavin Reed could actually smile.

Tabitha came back to the table with a tray of dessert. "Three slices of apple pie on the house." The waitress announced as she placed them down. She looked at Reed. "You're actually a sight for sore eyes with that smile!"

Leo had taken a bite of his apple pie and complimented, "This pie is BITCHIN'! Thanks for the free dessert!"

"I'm glad you like it! Here's the bill. Pay whenever you're ready!" She smiled at Chris as she left the statement with him.

"Excellent service! We'll absolutely be coming back." Chris complimented. After the server left, Chris noticed that not only was Reed's gaze focused on Leo, but they were reciprocating with a soft smile. The officer thought back to when he first met his wife; she was a waitress at a diner when they first met and they looked lovingly at each other just like that. Chris looked forward to coming home and snuggling in bed with his beautiful wife. In the morning he would tell her and Damian about how his day went. He took part in saving someone's life today. For the time being, it felt like everything was going to be alright; he had not felt this blissful in a long time.

[The End]

Notes:

The second two thirds of this became an eating at Denny's scene with almost no actual plot, but I felt so fuzzy when writing this! I hope you enjoyed it too!

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