(For those still on board with it, my FC6 Lies Your Priest Told You fic's second chapter is finished - been using it as a warm-up for other fics - and just needs some editing. Gimme... a week?)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Deus Ex: Mankind Divided, Deus Ex: Human Revolution
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Adam Jensen/Francis Pritchard
Characters: Adam Jensen, Francis Pritchard
Additional Tags: Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Canon-Typical Violence, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Blackmail, Coercion
Summary:
Post-System Rift
Theyâre not âa thingâ but everyone thinks they are. Including Jensenâs enemies. They decide to use Pritchard to get him to be their attack dog. It works as well as can be expected.
I wanted to do a nice domestic drabble to lube my fingers up (hah) for more writing. So here is a small and fairly un-edited Jensard fic. It's a bit rough, I'm trying to be faster with writing. Has a dog in it.
Felicia was too old and well-mannered to bark at Adamâs knock, but she did hop off Frankâs couch and stump her way up to the door, her small puff of tail wagging slowly.
âThatâll be him,â he told her, and she obligingly moved out of his way while he undid each lock and opened the door.
Adam stood there on the threshold, wearing a shirt â a real, honest-to-God buttoned shirt â smart slacks, and if it wasnât for the six-pack of beer, could look as though they were going out to a high-end restaurant. The smile was all for him, and it clutched at something in his chest (as well as other parts), until Adam glanced downwards at Felicia sniffing his shoes.
âHey,â Adam crouched down and offered her his augmented knuckles, voice that high purr reserved for animals and children, âhey, sweetheart. Are you a nice dog? I bet you are.âÂ
Felicia examined Adamâs hand and gave it an experimental lick, but pulled back and sniffed again at the metal.
He closed the door and picked up the abandoned beer. âI guess Iâll put these in the fridge. Adam? Yes?â
âWhat? Oh.â Adam looked up from rubbing behind Feliciaâs ears with both of his hands, her lamb-like fur curling in his fingers, âOh, yeah, thanks.â
Adamâs baby-talk praise followed him out to the kitchen. He rolled his eyes at the dishes, but took out two clean glasses anyway, filled them with some pre-chilled beer and shoved the new beer to the back of the fridge. Hmm. Between the half-eaten takeout boxes and almost-empty soda bottles, it could really do with a clean.
âSheâs a good dog.â Adam stood there in the doorway of the kitchen, Felicia hot on his heels and gazing up in canine worship. âHow long do you have her for?â
âWell, Mrs Sherridanâs on her cruise for another three weeks. Bahamas. And yeah, Feliciaâs a good dog â quiet too, which is important. I donât think I could have coped with a six-month old Rottweiler, but I doubt Mrs Sherridan could either â sheâs seventy-three.â He passed Adam one of the beers, and lingered on the way that lean throat bobbed when Adam swallowed. A sip of his own, and under the cold white LED lights, green and yellow eyes followed his movements. Ah, that was how the night would end. Good.
He cleared his throat to say something flirtatious, but Felicia chose that moment to flop down in front of Adam and carefully roll over to expose her stomach.
Adam made an un-Adamish coo of delight and crouched back down, rubbing and tickling. âAre you happy Iâm here, sweetheart? Wish I could take you home with me, Iâve missed having a dogâŠâ
He sidled round to Adamâs shoulder, lay his palm against the exposed back of neck that peeked under the shirt. âI am also happy youâre here, Adam.â
The grin up at him was all lecherous intent. âGlad to hear it. You be a good boy and you can get your belly rubbed later too. Gotta roll over first, though. Then you get your treat.â
He snorted to hide the threatening smile. âUhâŠhuh. Would you like to drag that exhausted metaphor out even further, Adam? Something to do with collars, leashes⊠toys?â
âOoh. Your new dadâs a dirty man, Felicia.â Adam stood and took another sip of beer, the foam clinging to the hair on his upper lip, but kept their eyes locked. A beat of comfortable silence, and then Adam swerved Felicia â still lying on the floor and begging with her eyes for more scratches â and steered him with a lazy confidence by the hip until his ass hit the edge of the kitchen counter. A thigh found its way between his legs and pressed until he parted them further. Hands bracketed him there, and the delight of playing prisoner kept him from thinking â until Adam kissed him.
Far from the ferocious, heat-filled joining he expected, Adam kissed slowly, thoroughly, like it was the first time all over again. Something sincere, something honest. He inhaled through his nose and let the tension in his body go, slowly, like sinking into a cold lake. His arms came up around Adamâs shoulders and held them together, contained in the moment.
When they broke apart after a while, everything had blurred, and the taste of Adam and beer was a delicacy to be savoured on his tongue.
Hot breath blew against his neck in a sigh. Beard hairs rasped against the hollow of his shoulder and he shivered. Adamâs lips moved from his throat to his ear. âYou promised me a movie night.â
âLater, I ââ
âHmm, now, Frank. I know there wonât be a later if we get to it.â The thigh between his legs pressed again and an absurd, wordless plea came from his mouth. âItâs real easy to get you in bed, and real hard to get you to leave. Iâm not complaining too much â but Iâve been looking forward to tonight all week, and I want to drag it out as much as we can.â
âYouâre⊠not helping the - the situationâŠâ
The pressure eased. He took in a deep breath and threw a glare at Adam, who deflected it with a chuckle. âDonât worry, baby â laterâs gonna be worth the wait. Promise.â
He straightened himself as much as he could â even if he didnât look it, he felt thoroughly dishevelled â and, for one blazing and heartless moment, silently cursed the concept of cruises.
They moved from the kitchen to the living room, Adam still holding Felicia, and settled on the couch. To his relief, Adam set Felicia to one side instead of in the middle. He took his rightful place â pressed thigh-to-thigh with Adam â and fiddled with the remote with one hand. The other hand stole to the back of Adamâs neck again, and his fingers found and rubbed tense cords of muscle. âAll right, what are we watching?â
âNothing scary. Nothing â ah, down a bit â nothing with robots. And nothing where the dog dies. Pirates?â
âPirates it is.â
Halfway through, against the rousing score and vast oceanscape shots, a solid weight and pointed feet moved on his leg. Felicia draped herself over both of their laps, pausing only to stare up at him and twitch her tail. He gave her a reassuring ear rub while Adamâs fingers stroked over her back. She flopped down and sighed, her chin resting on his thigh. She really was a good dog.
Adamâs arm looped itself over his shoulder. He relaxed, cheek against the warmth of Adamâs chest, and gave his own slightly-doggish sigh of contentment as the movie soared above waves and clouds and tropical islands.
So it's been a very busy few years. I got engaged (wedding this August!) to the beautiful, the wonderful, the sanity-keeper @crazyamoeba . We have a lovely house and I've been gardening a lot as a sort of external therapy.
I had some shitty health issues.
But most of all I sort of came to the realisation that I'm suffering pretty significantly with burnout. It's a hideous mess of ADHD, anxiety and depression that affects my personal life, work, and my writing. I've still been writing in the time I haven't posted, but it's sporadic. The ideas havenât stopped, and I have about 8 fics on the go for about 3 different fandoms, which doesn't make things easy!
I'm trying very hard to pull myself together and get back into stuff. It upsets me when I see that the most recent fic I posted was about 3 years ago now. I still have so many, so much to write.
I'm getting there, very slowly, but I think I'm getting there, guys.
hello omg im so excited youre doing well! can i ask what works youre going to continue and can commission you to finish a fic if its not on your list?
Not me being an asshole and not coming back to tumblr for months... I'm sorry! Yes, I'm definitely down for commissions, just DM me if you're still interested! :)
Glad you are continuing to write đ
Because your work is amazing.
Thank you, that's so kind of you! :) I'm honestly a bit surprised that people are still sticking with me after I've taken a hiatus, but it's very much appreciated! â€ïžđ§Ąđđđđ
If anyone is still following me for any of this - I'm still actively working on fics (specifically chapter 7 of Going Viral, which I just hit 10k words on) I've just had a lot of IRL things going on. But I'm 100% still doing the writings :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Deus Ex (Video Games), Deus Ex: Human Revolution, Deus Ex: Mankind Divided
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Adam Jensen/Francis Pritchard
Characters: Adam Jensen, Francis Pritchard, David Sarif, Jim Miller (Deus Ex)
Additional Tags: Blood and Gore, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Reunion Sex, Fluff and Angst, Body Horror, Body Modification, Harvesters, Alternate Universe, shower foreplay, jensard
Summary:
Pritchard is tasked by Sarif to find Jensen and convince him to come back into the corporate lifestyle. It doesn't go according to plan for anyone.
I fucked around with Novel AI and made Frank and Adam fuck, then they saw Sarif in the street. I kept pressing the button to continue and it very quickly devolved.
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