#doyle x reader

You weren’t too concerned about the how and the why, mostly because it didn’t really matter. You had always guessed you were lucky really. You just sort of ended up getting the right gut feelings about things. Your daydreams were blurred, your thoughts abstract. And some days they gave you one hell of a headache. But they worked for you. Helped you pay the rent.

You had set up a one person PI firm, not mystical or geared towards demons. You didn’t even know they existed. The boring kind where you spent long hours in your car and took pictures of people cheating on their partners for a profit. You took every case you knew you would make money on, that was the thing about your visions, you saw when the client was wrong about their partner and only took the cases worth your time.

You were sat sideways in your beat up car, legs over the passenger side as you waited for the moment you knew was coming. Your leather jacket draped over you like a blanket as you waited. You were having one of those blurry daydreams again, where the picture moved like a film behind your eye except through an incredibly thick fog.

You were so used to it, you assumed everyone thought in the same way. But they didn’t. You were getting visions. Some days so painful you stayed in bed all day, only dragging yourself out when you felt like you needed to go outside and do something. You always ended up stumbling into helping someone out.

Nobody knew you personally but people knew of you. Knew of how you helped.

You saw someone moving. That was your guy. You grabbed your camera, ready to take a shot of him with this woman that was definitely not your client. You were about to get the perfect shot when your vision was obscured. The lens was blocked by something. Twice in one week? Maybe you weren’t so lucky.

“Hey, hey!” You slammed the door of your car in exasperation, “Doyle! Not again!”

“This one’s mine, darlin’” he collared the guy, who was wearing a human skin suit but you really didn’t need to know that.

“So not a darling. And he’s so not yours either” You insisted, grabbing the sleeve of the mark. Moving him towards his companion as if to will them to kiss with you and Doyle as your audience.

This had never happened until Doyle had arrived in town. It was like he followed you around, swooping in at the last moment to snatch up the people you were tailing. It was almost as if his gut feelings were similar to yours.

You always ran into him like this, he had honestly irritated you to begin with, but you suppose even your luck had to run out at some point. You ended up doing this every other week or so. Fighting over who got to take the glory and in your case the money home. What, you liked helping people out but you had to eat didn’t you?

What you didn’t know is that Doyle was saving the woman from being drained dry. He was a vampire but he had a reputation to maintain, he was a high up lawyer at some law firm you had never heard of and so hadn’t started to attack in case it may ruin his upcoming promotion.

At first he fought with you when the charm didn’t work. Trying to convince you to let him have them. He didn’t have the heart to tell you these people were evil.

Later on though, once he got to know you a little more, he let you have it. Put up less of a fight. After speaking to you, he realised your bills rested on this. He also realised that he liked you. You were strong, independent and he was completely head over heels for you. He eventually just circled back later and brought the demon in to Angel. The vampire ran off, at an almost inhuman pace you noted.

Tonight, neither of you got what you wanted. Or so you thought.

You frequented the same bar. Eventually you started meeting together, you both worked irregular hours and you both appreciated the company.

You enjoyed spending time with him, but you could never let yourself relax around him. You kept people at a distance, you didn’t like making people uncomfortable and that’s all you seemed to do. You kept him at arm’s length, just like you did with everyone.

You liked him, his charm definitely had an effect on you. You wanted to let him know you, but even with the warmth of the liquor sliding down your throat it had never given you enough courage before.

You leaned against the bar, lost in his eyes as you smiled softly, damning yourself for letting any potential with this attractive man pass you by. You met your glass with his before you both downed your drinks.

You were hard to read. But he searched for any scrap that he could find. He loved it when you laughed and the sound of your voice, especially when you were annoyed with him, drove him wild.

“Maybe it’s the liquor talkin’ but I see something in you” he shook his head and looked into the bottom of his empty glass.

“Yeah, I think it’s the liquor…. Kiss me?” You surprised yourself more than him. Perhaps the powers themselves had intervened, you surely would have never spoken your thoughts aloud if they hadn’t. It was all he had ever wanted to do, you didn’t have to ask twice.

You reached for him, your hand grazing his upper arm as he pulled you into him. His hand clasping the base of your skull as his lips met yours. He kissed you as if you were going to disappear when he opened his eyes again, he savoured every touch you graced him with. He was memorising the way you felt, the way you tasted, how you kissed with such intensity.

Your visions had been hazy for so long. So hazy they hadn’t even registered as anything other than a daydream. Your (second) sight blurred, a supernatural water wash. Until now. Until him.

He had suddenly made everything so clear. Even in your tipsy state. It was fireworks, shooting stars and any other cliché under the sun. But you felt it, honest to God, you felt it.

Clarity.

You were meant to meet. You were meant to understand. To finally see the way that you were supposed to. To use your gift, your visions, because that’s what they were, for good. For a purpose. A purpose you didn’t realise you had been craving until now.

He felt it too, he must have. The ground had shaken. The Earth had tilted on its axis. It made everything intense, especially the kiss. He reached for you, pulling you closer until you nearly toppled from the bar stool you were sat on.

That’s when you parted, he smiled as your breathy laughter bubbled over. God, he loved that laugh. Love, what a funny thing it was.

A flash, like flipping through an old photo album in reverse…

Green skin. Soft bed. Doyle’s smiling face glowing in candlelight. Your lips on his, his hand in yours. Running through the streets, scared but on top of the world. Tailing something big and violent. A tall man in a trench coat hugging you and Doyle, and smiling. Your life suddenly feeling fuller. Hope sprang from deep within.

“That was…” You couldn’t find the words. But he knew.

“Oh, yeah,” He nodded, recognition in his eyes, “Why didn’t you say?” He meant about the visions. He knew all to well why you might have hidden your feelings.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked trying to pretend you knew what he was talking about.

“You didn’t know, did ya?”

“Know, uh, know what?”

“You got the sight, welcome to the club, darlin’. Not exactly a winner, that I’ll grant you, but nobody said the good fight was a fair one”

“Uh… the club?” It was a lot to take in. The sight? Good fights?

“You want more, don’t you? You want to do somethin’ that isn’t sitting around waiting for some idiot to cheat on his partner, which I would never do by the by” he raised his hands in surrender as he said it, which made you smile. Nodding slightly at his words.

You did want more. You wanted to live, not to just survive. You wanted to be someone, do something worthwhile. And you knew for sure that you wanted to do it by Doyle’s side.

“I know a guy I want you to meet. Well, not so much a guy as a-”

“What, now?”

“No better time than any,” he shrugged before hesitating, “Uh, maybe after one more-” He was going to say drink. But you both knew he meant kiss. You crashed your lips to his, addicted to the way he tasted. This feeling could get your drunker than any liquor this place had to offer. You had never felt for anyone like this. Never understood someone, felt such a connection.

And just like that, you had joined the good fight. Doyle took good care of you, helped talk you through everything in that disarming way that made you feel safe even when you were being chased by demons. He doted on you and ensuring he always had pain meds handy whenever you needed them. Even though you always insisted he should take care of himself in the same way but he always told you that’s what he had you for. You were each other’s biggest support.

He was a good man. A good demon, you later understood. You could never love anyone more. Your visions complemented each other’s. You received messages that he didn’t and together, they created a bigger picture. Easier to understand than jut one of you alone.

03. Why is he here? He's supposed to be in jail yet he's re-arranging your guts in your apartment

04. Spec uses brute force to get what he wants

05. He's never tried to hide it, he's a killer. He'd kill your whole family and come to your room fucking you like he hasn't done anything

✦ ╮ Kaiou Dorian

01. Catching his little princess alone, spread on the couch so innocently for him.

02. Fine, he won't take your virginity but he's still going to make sure you know you're his.

03. I have nothing to say this just reminds me of him

04. Pussy eating with your silver fox

✦ ╮ Ryuukou Yanagi

01. It's his princess's reward for being such a good girl this whole week

02. It's his princess's reward for being such a naughty girl this whole week

03. He just tied you up and shoved you in his trunk. You don't know how long you've been on the road, or where you're even going.

04. You're going to explain to him why you acted so naughty and why he shouldn't punish you

05. After a long day, He goes home to his princess needy and begging for him, just what he needs

✦ ╮ Hector Doyle

01. Shh... as long as you stay still it will be over soon. Maybe next you'd listen

02. In the prison, Doyle would always visit the physical therapist, reporting a feeling down below. And you'd always inspect it (with a gun to your head)

03. Those are Doyle's hands. Slowly caressing you, feeling you and intruding your warmth

04. It's that time again when he visits you, promising he'll take you with him one day when he disappears into the night

05. How long has it been since you two touched? You can see it by looking at how desperate you are for his fingers.

✦ ╮ Sikorsky

01. I can imagine Sikorsky chocking you with his length because of a passing comment he did not quite like.

02. You kept kicking the back of his seat. Pissed off, he grabbed you to the front and punished you

03. His fucking princess being fucked raw and hard in the ass

04. You thought he was gone, sentenced to death they said. So why is he in your room, hand over your mouth preventing your screams on his death date?

05. He taunts your opening while you beg him, all that pleading gone to waste his length intrudes your lips.

✦ ╮ Two unrelated death convicts, escaped at the same time for one purpose, to taste that pussy.

sikorsky[left] choxking you , doyle [right] pounding you

You worked together for a while, having barely spoke to him. One morning he had climbed up onto the desk and announced that he quit. Apparently, there was a spiritual experience that he was being called to. The good fight, he called it, echoing words that had not yet been said. You frowned at him but shrugged, sliding your headphones back on and taking the next caller as you typed out their information. He was promptly escorted from the building and was not permitted to clear out his stuff.

You finished your gruelling shift at the call centre, trying to sweet-talk customers and up-sell to the best of your ability. It wasn’t good and it definitely didn’t feel honest, but it was work. Not everyone could up and leave for spiritual experiences when there was rent due next week. This thought reminded you of the guy that had happily quit. His name was Boyle- or was it Moyle? You had exchanged numbers before after promising to cover his shift once. You felt bad that he was made to leave his stuff and so you went over to the desk that had already been taken by another employee around ten minutes after he left but his potted cactus and notepad that had nothing but a crude drawing of said cactus remained untouched.

You decided to take them, something was telling you it was pretty important that you made sure they were returned to the correct owner. You cleared your own desk for the day (everyone hopped desks but you were allowed a decoration each), shrugged on your jacket and left the building. You flipped up your cell, looking for the man’s contact information.

Doyle! That was it – his name was Doyle. You hit the contact and waited for him to answer your call.

A phone nearby started to ring and you looked up, moving the phone from your ear. He stepped from out of the shadows and smiled, his smile was slightly crooked in a way that only now you realised was cute as he walked towards you. You ended the call and the ringing stopped.

“You lookin’ for me, darlin’?” He asked, his lilt echoing around the underground car park.

“I was, uh, looking for the owner of these” You admit, rather than agreeing that yes you were in fact looking for him. The way he asked implied he was expecting you which made you confused.

“Well, you found me. Want to get a drink – my treat. As a thank you?” He posed it as a cheeky question, but something behind his eyes was serious and waiting almost desperately for your answer. In reality, Doyle knew that this was going to happen – he left the cactus on purpose (he had never once brought any decorations for his desk at work before). The Powers wanted him to convince you to leave your place of work too and join him – apparently you had a big part to play in their plan.

“Yeah, one drink. That should be okay” You smiled, nodding. He took the cactus and the notepad, swiftly throwing the items in the nearby bin before looking back up to you with a smile. Your expression was a picture of shock so he moved the conversation along.

“Which one’s yours?” He asked, gesturing around at the cars but you just shook your head.

“It’s just a shortcut – I don’t really need to drive I live close and if I need to go further out I’ll just get a cab” He nodded along, he already knew this. The powers had shown him flashes – he knew how this was going to pan out.

The tricky part in all of this, was convincing you. When you arrived at a bar, one you had heard about but never been in, he paid for your drink despite your protest that he had just lost his job.

“Y’see, I’ve been sent here by the Powers that be”

“The Powers that who?”

“Be” he repeated, the side of his mouth crooked in a smile at your confused expression. He found it sweet.

He then launched into a long-winded explanation, filled with wild side-tangents. Something about atonement and then to sweet talking you before charging back into talking about the proper way to dispose of a vampire.

He insisted you were paramount to this all-powerful plan. Secretly, he decided that even if you weren’t he would have said the same thing to convince you to stay around. You were speechless by the time he had finished, but you did somehow feel that he was being genuine. That demons were terrorising LA and there would be some prophesised hero that you should both probably help out and save the world while you were at it.

There was something about his demeanour, it put you at ease. You finished your drink and just stared his way as a silence stretched between you. You weren’t sure where you could even begin to reply to his explanation which had lasted at least an hour. Saying that, you enjoyed his voice so you definitely could have sat there and listened to him speak for longer.

“Trust me, darlin’?” He held his hand out, that cheeky smile plastered all over his face with no sign of ever stopping. You took his hand to shake it, but he moved to kiss the back off your hand. You moved it away and he chuckled with a shrug. You couldn’t help joining him in his smile, it was ridiculously infectious and you cursed him still with a smile on your face. You could see yourself getting on with him, maybe you really should trust him on this.

It had been a month and Doyle had spoken to Angel and the three of you, although things had started off a little shaky, were starting to work together properly.

You had quickly caught feelings for Doyle, his charming nature had got the better of you. Not that you would admit it to him. You had this unspoken promise to each other, this trust that had only grown since you knew him. But you had been unable to express that you wanted more than a friendship with him. There was always something in the way, so you had tried to just savour any moment you shared with him. Little did you know, he was doing the same. Any moment, even if it was mere minutes he got alone with you, even just joking around between cases, he would play them back in his head afterwards.

Eventually, Cordelia joined Angel Investigations too. You liked her mostly and you decided it was good for Angel to have someone familiar around the place. You couldn’t say he ever opened up, but he was fond of Cordelia. You had originally been worried she may catch Doyle’s eye but if you could read his mind you would have known that’s the furthest from the truth. He often thought about you, kissing you. Touching you. Sometimes a case would snap him out of a very vivid scene and he would find himself slightly disappointed that he would have to focus on reality until the next demon was off the streets.

One evening, after a case the four of you had been sat around the desk complaining about how the one client you had that week had turned out to be double-crossing you and had refused to pay you. 

“Ew, I mean did you see those demons? Some creatures weren’t made for good lighting” Cordelia stated, starting to launch into a rant about demons staying in the dark underground lairs they deserve before you cut in.

It struck a chord and you had noted that Doyle had looked ridiculously uncomfortable. Mainly because there was a lack of his eyes on you, you often caught him staring and always smiled back when you did. But there was a distinct lack of attention from the man, in fact, the only thing that met his gaze was the flooring Cordelia was still yet to clean despite it being her turn this week.

“Cor, stop it. A lot of demons are friendly and just because they don’t look the way you do doesn’t mean they don’t deserve some compassion” You stated, before reminding her she might want to give the floor a look at. 

He never once told you about his demon half until that night. His eyes were glassy and he had drunk too much liquor and it all bubbled to the surface. The way you had so easily cut Cordelia off. Meant every word you had said. It gave him hope. Hope that he could be himself with you, completely. No more hiding behind his smart remarks or throw-away comments.

So he said it. Out loud. He still told you as if he was expecting you to go. Leave him and never talk to him again. All because of the way he looked. 

You shook your head softly, prying the bottle from his hand. He had been clinging to it all night, having felt guilty for keeping it from you but to insecure to reveal it. You took him into your arms and held him close to you as his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost cutting off your circulation.

A week later, he caught up to you. He had been trying to find a way to express the way he felt. The gratitude he had to you for being so kind with him. He had noticed the way your eyes lingered on him and a smile spread across your face when he spoke to you. He noticed how often the pair of you would break off from the others and spend ages talking together. And most importantly, he had noticed that this had all continued in the same way since he had revealed to you his other form. You truly liked him for who he was. Not despite of anything. 

So he just walked straight in, took his hand and pulled you to meet his lips. You were shocked by his action and so didn’t kiss back right away, but soon you melted into the kiss as he moved against you with an intensity you were sure you had to be dreaming. Your hands started to slide up his back as you relaxed into the kiss, your lips parting as his tongue requested entry to your mouth. The sensation was dizzying, as if kissing were something new only you had discovered. The first and most perfect kiss in the world. Because it was him and you. His insistent mouth parting your eager lips, sending sizzling electricity along your nerve-endings and passing them through to his. Transferring everything to him, as he promised the same in return. Evoking a sensations neither of you had ever known you were capable of feeling until now.

Doyle’s eyes snapped open, his lips still felt as if yours were brushing against his and so he moved his fingers to lightly touch them. He then reached for his head, the discomfort from the vision was something he hadn’t felt with such intensity for a long time. The visions would never create such a vivid story before this one and that’s how he knew this was something important. Special.

He got up from where he had been on his knees in his room, having been caught up in the vision for a while. He looked over at the cactus that had been on the cabinet in his room since before he moved in, his eyes casting upwards as if in deep thought about something. As if he needed to consider what to do next. He nodded to himself, making his decision.