* Hand Jobs under the table — hand jobs wherever actually. Bonus points if your hands are really soft.
* Road head — likes on and off duty. In the Upside Down and in the Rightside Up. It’s hard to come by so he’ll take it wherever he can get it.
* Cuddles after sex — usually falls asleep next to or on top of partners with his arms wrapped around them. Once he’s down, you will never get him back up again.
* Hypersensitive to fragrance and other sweet smells, but in a feral way. Perfume is something he appreciates and the Upside Down canonically smells like an old shitty diaper so there’s that too. He’s jerked off more to the samples inside the magazines than the models on the pages.
* Akers moans, whines and whimpers. This is also canon. He will muffle himself in his partners neck during sex.
* Does he give good head? Maybe…He knows what he’s doing, but a little guidance is sometimes needed. He definitely loves receiving head more than giving it though because he’s a selfish prick.
Gave himself that haircut with a pair of scissors and an electric razor.
Cares deeply for his men and is considered more laid back than Sullivan. He’s the ‘cool’ lieutenant who buys all his men lap dances. The lieutenant who helps the whole pack pass a random drug test after a weekend in Vegas.
Roughly 33-35 years old.
Sometimes walks out of stores without paying for things. Not because he’s a klepto, he just forgets. Also he’s got a habit of picking things up and automatically putting them in his pocket.
Is very easily rage baited.
Not a huge drinker, but enjoys a cheeky beer every now and then.
Has trouble sleeping at night because of nightmares.
Has PTSD which causes said nightmares. Takes medication for it, but sometimes skips a day or two for certain reasons.
Brenners bastard son! Brenners bastard son! His mother had an affair.
He found out the truth right before he was shipped off to Vietnam. His mother couldn’t stand the thought of Robert dying over there never knowing this.
Robert’s relationship with that man is nonexistent and the one he has with his father who gave him his last name is rocky.
He knows that he’s really handsome and can get cocky about it sometimes. Despite his looks, he struggles a lot with rejection and his luck with relationships isn’t too good either.
The acid burn on his face made him really self conscious. However, in another au where he lives, he grows to find the scar sexy.
Akers coming home stressed and frustrated after the fight with Hopper in the lab. Decides to just rail his gf to get all that tension out.
Reassurance
(Blood & injury, Rough Sex, Unprotected P in V & Angry Akers)
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long 😭
Akers wasn’t a perfect man. Maybe once upon a time, years ago, but not right now. Coming to you bloody, dirty, severely injured. Half his face was burnt, trailing from the apple of his cheek to the side of his head and yet he had visited you in the night instead of a medic. Maybe for comfort, you had wondered, dragging him inside your home and ushering him into the bathroom in a panic.
Akers sat on the edge of the bathtub as you rummaged through the bathroom cabinet. He watches you with his lips pressed tight in a thin line, unable to answer your frantic questions, pelting him over and over…
“What the hell happened to you?!”
“Who did this to you?!”
He smells like a corpse. Looks and sounds like one too. His face is twisted into a scowl, averting his gaze to a nearby wall. He’s not saying a goddamn thing. A pregnant silence between the two of you made all of this more uncanny. You grow visibly irritated as you turn back to the cabinet.
You eventually find what you’re looking for, the first aid kit—fumbling with it as you turn back to Akers. A few Band-Aids and gauze fall out, landing on the tiles with a quiet tap. You scramble for them, but Akers snatches them up before you can. Handing them back to you, you notice a sudden softness in his eyes then this fire as he wrinkles his nose. Either out of disgust or the embarrassment of being pitied.
You want him to seek professional help. Why hasn’t he yet? You go to question him with gauze now crumpled in your hand, trembling as you press it delicately over the side of his head. Akers suddenly flinches.
“Don’t!”
He hisses sternly. His reaction almost made you jump out of your skin; you immediately retract your hand. Akers doesn’t say another word, staring into the white wall in front of him, deep in thought perhaps or internally begging you to stop staring at him like there’s something wrong.
But there is something wrong—something wrong with him. He’s fucked up, caked in blood, bouncing his leg in frustration with his knuckles between his teeth. All while you watch him with wide panicked eyes mixed with worry and concern. On other days he’d appreciate it, but right now he feels weak in front of you.
The longer you study him, the more compelled you feel to reach out and pull him close.
So you do just that.
Akers flinches again, snapping his gaze to your own. He hesitates at first, but gradually allows himself to fall heavily into your arms. Resting his head on your chest despite the stinging it causes on his face. He wraps his arms around you to stabilise himself, holding back a choked sob as you embrace him fully. Carefully, you hold his head, trying not to disturb the singed parts of his hair. Akers squeezes you tight. Not painful enough to hurt you, but just enough to push the air out of your lungs. You hope you can convince him to go see a medic now. You really do.
Just as you’re about to tell him, you feel him shift in your arms. Akers moves his head, pressing a small kiss between the opening of your robe then another one, lower this time. You move back slightly, catching his hands prying the opening of your robe apart. You freeze, naked beneath it. Akers notices and keeps going, muttering his approval. He slowly kneels to the floor to accommodate his height, taking the garment with him and for a moment you thought he was collapsing.
“Baby, you’re in a bad way…”
You tell him, the cold air making your skin prickle. Akers looks up at you pleadingly.
“I will get help,” He tells you softly, fingers folding into your hips tightly. “Just let me have this…”
You look down at him, unsure. Your knees loosen up, letting him part them impatiently to fill the space between. You cannot say no to a face like that even if a quarter of it is missing. You can tell that there’s stress he needs to release. Something he wants you to help with…
“Promise?”
You swallow, shuffling towards him. In the future, you’ll be kissing the scar left from his burns. If there is any scar left. You heard coconut oil works wonders.
“Promise.”
Akers reassures you, pressing one more kiss on your breast before standing and hauling you up off the bathtub. You wrap your arms and legs around him as he picks you up. You think he might be sensible and carry you into the bedroom, but instead, he props you onto the basin.
The position is awkward at first. Akers adjusts you a few times before moving to unzip his pants. An action that almost causes you to slip off the basin. Akers catches you last minute, holding you painfully still with shaky fingers pressed against your soft hips. His agile hands move up from there to cup your breasts, giving them a long-awaited squeeze until you grab his wrists to stop him.
“Tell me what happened?”
You request again, looking into his eyes pleadingly. A sliver of hope is apparent in your expression. Akers rolls his eyes and huffs behind his teeth. He says nothing and presses his hips hard against yours. He goes to kiss you, only for you to stop him again with one hand pushed against his vest.
“Tell me…”
You blink, voice low and almost threatening. If he wasn’t more desperate than agitated, he’d tell you to forget about it and piss off back to wherever the hell he was supposed to be. Yet, Akers cannot move. He swallows thickly and leans in, pressing his mouth against your ear.
“The freak is what happened,” he grumbles bitterly, holding you tight as if you were next. “She—they did this to me…”
Those last words just make him angrier. Akers seethes against your cheek, cursing under his breath while still preparing to fuck you. He grinds his erection against your bare crotch, aching for you as you tremble beneath him. Moans and more swearing fill the bathroom like a soft hum until they’re muffled with a kiss.
Akers kisses you deeply, finally pushing onto your wetness with a guttural groan. You gasp against his lips, taking the opportunity to breathe. Akers pants softly, thrusting into you before pulling all the way out and slamming back into you. The noise you make is beyond sweet, throwing your head back with a breathy moan. He repeats the movement until you’re a mess, thighs shaking against his hips, moans echoing through the house and nails clawing at his uniform. Begging him to go harder, to fuck you into oblivion which he does, knocking your head against the cabinet as he buries himself in you over and over.
And when he’s close, there’s that sliver of anger again, pulsing against your flesh through gritted teeth.
“They’re gonna get it…ruining my face…” Akers growls against your throat, his teeth boring down harder into your thin flesh. “I look disgusting-”
As quick as a snake, you grab him and pull him to face you. Cupping both sides of his face, you glare at him.
“Don’t you ever fucking think or say that again!”
You spit, scrunching his collar up. Akers eyes go wide. His cock twitches at your harsh words of reassurance. Then, slamming your lips into his, you silence him. Akers doesn’t protest, melting into your kiss with a moan. You keep him there, moulding your hips into his until you reach your end. He follows soon after, coating your thigh with his seed before collapsing into your chest.
