OBEY.

i'm not a whole person. i don't think i ever will be.

[hoexygen]

me: *likes a person* person: *likes me back* me: o shit….sorry…..this is all …too much…gtg

[imptus]

❛ i thought that you were in danger … ❜

          there’s a wild look in the detective’s eye as he turns on gavin, teeth all but bared in a snarl as a hand delivers a solid push to the shorter man’s chest in an effort to push him back and away from caleb. breath catches in his throat as tears threaten dark hues, voice dying in his throat as detective stumbles backward a few steps - separating them from where gavin had reached out to put a hand on caleb’s shoulder. “don’t-- don’t fuckin’ touch me!” it doesn’t matter to him that he had a gun to his head not half an hour go - it doesn’t matter that he could have been killed and the only reason he’s still here is because gavin tackled him out of the way.

         no. none of that matters as caleb’s mind starts to self destruct and the lingering panic begins to set in. “fuck--fuck you.. don’t--don’t fuckin’--come near me--” // @antidroids

[fellfoxe]

@imptus | tiny starter call

          “you look like hell, dude. long night?”

[imptus]

          deliberately lays face down on felix’s carpet and rubs his bloodied face on it a bit. “i never wanna see another dark alleyway in my fuckin’ life--”

[imptus]

          an attempt to diffuse the attention in the room away from the fact that he ran out an hour ago on the verge of tears and definitely not having a panic attack when his case just fell apart. “yeah, so becoming a cold hearted motherfucker wasn’t really what i had planned in life but here we are--” a sniffle. // OPEN 

[ibbyfashion]

Cole Mohr by Max Papendieck, VMAN

[hottrampinthecity-blog]

Cole Mohr for ALLSAINTS

swoon, swoon, dreamboat, swoon.

[imptus]

erregent

           gavin does his best to look anywhere but the smug prick;s face, shrugging his shoulders before wincing at the movement, “and you’re reading too much into shit. maybe i just enjoyed kicking the shit out of you.”

          "you wouldn’t be the only one,” caleb retreats somewhat - moving back to dabbing at split lip and bloodied nose with the sleeve of his shirt. the stains will never come out at this rate. he’s flashing gavin bloodied teeth again in no time, though - “it’s always more fun when they actually throw the punch they threaten, don’t you think?”

[imptus]

lastdissent

         as much as he’d like to think he often has the upper hand, beneath his cool exterior he knows that caleb has him wrapped around his little finger. he feels it in the way he’s drawn to the other man’s lips, head tipping back and eyes fluttering closed as he leans upward just enough to leave the slightest bit of space between them, urging caleb to be the one to close that distance in some vain attempt at preserving his pride. he doesn’t have a lot of willpower left, though–he wants something too, and something tells him it’s the same thing that caleb has in mind.

        “mmhm, i know,” he breathes a soft laugh, hands trailing up the other man’s sides and lifting his shirt up in the process, only to drag his fingers back down until they rest against his hips again. his grip flexes there, eyes peeking open halfway to look up at the other detective as he tips his chin slightly–just enough to gently bite caleb’s lower lip, “you don’t make it all that hard to figure out, babe. i won’t make you ask for it this time, hm?”

         there was a time where this slow, meaningful approach would drive the detective insane. a time where he’d avoid it at all costs - where it would just wind him up and leave connor to deal with the aftermath that usually involved pent up frustration and anger combined with having to handle a brat for a partner. still, he’d say that connor did an alright job - considering everything. caleb sighs almost contentedly as hands trail along the skin at his sides, back arching at the touch as hands shift to smooth over his partner’s chest shamelessly. grin curling onto lips even as teeth catch his bottom lip.

        it’s all he needs to dive forward, lips crashing with connor’s own as a fist finds dark curls of hair at the back of the lieutenant’s head - pulling tight as caleb uses his height to moan and lick down into his partner’s mouth. free hand not pulling at dark hair shifts to tuck a finger in the waistband of connor’s jeans and tug slightly at the material - pairing the movement with a low groan. he only pulls back in order to offer up a smug smirk, biting his own kiss swollen lips deliberately. “y’ mean like that?”

[imptus]

erregent

          “don’t flatter yourself,” but gavin feels as though he’s been caught because he did enjoy a good tussle every now and again. and a way to start gaining his respect is being able to take a punch. caleb is an asshole but, he couldn’t certainly take it.

          he only knows because he knows what it feels like to enjoy taking a punch, not that caleb’s about to let the other detective know. especially not as he leans in real close with that shit eating grin on his face and blood coating his teeth. “you didn’t exactly deny that, reed.”

[jigglypuffsvevo]

my kink is closing doors so that i am in complete solitude

[imptus]

lastdissent

        “please give me a break,” he teases, palms smoothing up the length of caleb’s thighs to curl his fingers over his hips, pulling him in just a little bit closer. “you’re more insatiable than anyone i’ve ever met. and yet, here you are, trying to pretend like you don’t want something out of me? curious.”

         the lieutenant is smirking right back, head tipping slightly to one side as he surveys the features of the other’s face, amber hues half-lidded and hungry and thoughtful, teeth catching his lower lip gently. “but you know exactly how to get what you want without asking, don’t you?”

          he makes no resistance to being moved about and positioned to connor’s liking - if anything the detective sighs happily at the touch, his shoulders softening somewhat and watching the corners of lieutenant’s mouth as he speaks. fascinated with the way he can all but taste the skin there even without touching it. “hm- i suppose i do. at least when it comes to you.”

          caleb leans in closer, lips ghosting over connor’s own - eyes closed and smirk plastered on his features. this is possibly the most restraint he’s shown around connor since they started their little escapades, since he got what he wanted through irritation and other methods than this. maybe the detective’s just grown up a little. 

          or maybe he’s got something else up his sleeves? “i think you know what i want, though. i don’t have to ask ‘cus you’re a clever lieutenant, hm?” lips are closer now, breathing in and all but feeling the tension in the air between them.

[imptus]

negotiiator

                     Regardless of what Caleb said, Connor doesn’t think he can. It wasn’t something that he’d been able to do when Kamski had put the weapon in his hands, asked him to shoot down Chloe, and now, even though Connor can recognize that Caleb was a threat - that he’d cause more harm than good if he allows him to leave here with his life… he can’t pull the trigger. The gun remains raised to aim at Caleb, not wanting to show any sign of unease, despite the fact that he was petrified.

                     Taking the aim away from the RK800 he’ll shoot a warning shot to the ground, grasp tightening around the grip.  “Last chance, Caleb.”

          a successor, the usurper unit doesn’t so much as flinch at the shot into the ground at its feet. gaze lazily dragging from connor’s face to the bullet hole in the ground and back again. led flinches, though. flickers and turns in its temple frantically. there’s something behind red eyes. something scared and small and barely there. something that causes warning messages to climb through glitching hud. “you’re scared. you’re nothing but a filthy deviant. a mistake. what a disappointment.”

          it doesn’t really know what the objective here is. maybe it wants connor to shoot it. to meet it square between the eyes and make it all stop. make what stop? there’s nothing to stop. nothing at all. it’s a machine. it doesn’t want anything. nothing at all. surely -- then, its voice falters and cuts - mechanical and full of static when it speaks next.

          “ple---please----please--shoot--me--”

[imptus]

          honestly deviant!caleb just has a whole lot of... fear, anxiety and mistrust that he disguises as anger and hatred. he genuinely doesn’t know how to process the fact that amanda, someone he trusted - someone he thought loved him at a point in time - betrayed him. that cyberlife would just dismantle him and try again when he failed - that he was set up for failure when they put him up against connor. he’s just... he’s scared man. absolutely terrified.

[imptus]

          me? a slut for connor forcing caleb to deviate by interfacing with him and showing him any number of things or forcing him to feel an emotion/face up to his fear? you bet!

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[k5ataskia0z8o-deactivated201905]

sexual orientation: angry

[pizza-rina]

Good boy best boy