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Um I was wondering if you could write smut about connor and about if he can vibrate if yk what i mean cause i feel like im not the only person that thinks that androids can vibrate. please and thank you

Tease || Connor (RK800)

Summary: Connor can't wait until you get home.

Note Pt. 2: This is a spiritual epilogue of my completed Connor fanfic, Criminal Analysis!

Warnings: smut (obviously lol), afab reader, oral (reader receiving), fingering (connor has vibrating fingers), semi-public sex

{Masterlist}

You knew what you were doing— you were wearing those pants Connor liked. Really liked.

Of course, you had another reason to be wearing them other than riling him up. You knew that you’d be called into court eventually, that’s part of being a forensic psychologist, after all.

It all started that morning. You got to sleep in a little due to court and you relished the few extra moments of unconsciousness.

However, those moments lost their sweetness when you felt the cold, empty space beside you in bed. You blindly swatted the other side of the bed, hoping that if you reached just a little bit further you’d find your lover. He’d bring your groggy form into his embrace, and lull you back into a dreamless sleep.

Your grasps came up empty and you rolled onto your back with a huff. The bedroom door opened with a click, and soft footsteps echoed throughout the room. You peeked open an eye and struggled to fight the grin that appeared at the sight of your love.

Connor’s hair was neat as always, but he had exchanged his Cyberlife jacket with a normal suit jacket. It was a refreshing change.

Connor neared your side of the bed, and your grin grew. He bent down and pressed a soft, slow kiss to your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, smoothing out some of the tangles.

He slowly peppered kisses down your face, moving from your forehead, down to the space between your eyebrows, to the tip of your nose, and, finally, your lips.

You didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, the ache for him already growing. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged him towards you.

Connor knew better than to fall into your trap, especially when he was running late. He placed a hand beside your head to stop himself from coming any closer. That didn’t stop you from trying, though.

“I have to go,” he whispered as he gently pulled away.

You sighed dreamily as you sat up, “You should’ve woken me up sooner.”

“If we started,” Connor purred as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “we wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You hummed in response as you slowly trailed your fingers up his thigh. He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, but you just grinned.

You settled for resting your hands on his belt buckle, “You can afford to be a few minutes late.”

Your argument was flawed, you knew that. Connor would rather cut off his own foot than be late. But, you also knew that you could be very persuasive.

Connor pried your hand from his belt buckle and gave you a placating smile, “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

You let out a huff as you threw yourself back on the bed with a groan. You’re lucky you didn’t crack your head on the headboard, but you didn’t really care at the moment.

Connor bent over and gave you a final kiss, whispering an ‘I love you’ against your lips. It was almost like you were Snow White, and he was your prince charming. Although, the only thing he’d awoken was a deep need throbbing between your legs. And then he was out the door.

You set your plan into motion almost immediately. You felt a bit giddy at the thought of Connor getting all hot and bothered just by the sight of you. Especially, if he wouldn’t get to touch you until later that night.

Your heart raced as you pushed open the glass door to the precinct. Your shoes clicked across the tile floor as you made your way through the turnstile and to your desk.

You ignored Connor’s eyes searing a hole in your back as you bent down slightly and slowly put the files you came for in your bag.

A low whistle sounded behind you, “Damn, sweetheart, what’re you all dressed up for?” Gavin called as he made his way to his desk, steaming mug clutched in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and fought off a grin. Gavin’s shameless flirting was playing right into your plan.

“If you must know,” you straightened and placed your hands on your hips, “some of us actually have to do our jobs.”

Gavin sat down and leaned back in his chair, “Very funny.”

You went back to your task, pretending to look in one of the drawers for something, making sure to give Connor a very good view.

“I think your plastic boy toy is malfunctioning,” Gavin snickered, and you stopped your fake search and looked up at Gavin. “He just practically ran to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go check on him,” you muttered as you closed the drawer to your desk.

Gavin put his feet up on his desk and sent you one of his blinks that’s meant to be a wink, “Yeah, you go ahead and check on him.”

You flushed as you turned away, your hurried steps echoing as you made your way to the bathroom. Gavin wasn’t stupid. Hell, you’d done the same thing when he’d pissed you off when you were dating.

Old habits died hard.

The door to the men’s bathroom silently shut behind you, and luckily only one stall was occupied. You locked the bathroom door with a click and sauntered over to the stall which contained the object of your desires. Well, more like the person of your desires.

“Connor,” you called out as you came to a stop in front of the stall door. A slight grin graced your features as you waited for him to answer.

The door opened in a flash, and you were pulled inside. Quicker than you could process, Connor had you pressed up against the door and had both of your hands caged in his and held above your head.

“You just couldn’t wait,” Connor taunted as he tilted his head to the side, letting his breath fan across your cheek. He slid his knee between your legs, allowing himself to get even closer.

You raised your head to look at him. “I dunno, seems like you’re the one who couldn’t wait.” He let out a sigh as he released your hands and raked them down your body. You had to be quick, Connor knew that. Although, that didn’t stop him from teasing you.

He gripped your thighs as he looked down at you and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips. It was mostly tongue, but you were quick to wrap your arms around him and pull him impossibly closer to you.

Connor made quick work of undoing the buttons on your dress shirt as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and gripped your hips tightly. He was searching for that spot that made you make those noises he liked. You ground your core against his thigh, attempting to get some sort of relief.

Once he successfully got your shirt all the way unbuttoned, he was quick to attack the newly exposed skin, licking and sucking to his heart’s desire. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at the pieces at the nape of his neck eliciting a groan from him.

Connor gripped your waist as he moved his sloppy kisses down your abdomen and slowly got to his knees. You gazed down at him through your heavy lids. He moved to unbutton your pants, eager to finally touch you. His movements were practiced and precise as he pulled your pants down to your ankles. He let out a shaky breath when he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear.

You’d almost forgotten about that part of your plan.

He slotted himself neatly between your legs. He always fit so well there.

“So needy for me,” he breathed against your core as he caressed your inner thighs. You clenched them together but his grip held you in place. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee before slowly moving upward, avoiding where you needed him most.

You let out a groan, and Connor looked up at you.

“Use your words, Doctor,” he gently reminded before latching his lips onto your core. Your breath is promptly knocked out of you, and any retort you had died in your throat.

His grip tightened on your thighs as he desperately pulled you closer to him. His tongue expertly circled your clit as he found a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. You gripped the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a moan that sent heavenly vibrations up your body.

You groaned at the sight of him— your slick had begun to coat his face and he showed no sign of slowing.

Connor slowly and sinfully pressed one finger inside you, which was quickly joined by another. You thrusted your hips forward, desperate to have even more of him. He pumped his fingers achingly slow, but a stream of vibrations caused you to jolt.

That was new.

A sly grin had curved into Connor’s face and he looked up at you, taking in the confusion mixed with arousal that graced your features. He pulled away from you for a moment, “I was saving that for later.”

“Fuck, Connor,” you whimpered.

“Be quiet,” Connor grunted into your core as he jutted his fingers deeper into you. You pressed a hand over your mouth to silence the breathy moans that were escaping you.

You trusted yourself for only a moment to whimper out, “Need you.”

Connor was more than happy to oblige you as he rose to his feet and pushed his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. You busied yourself with undoing his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as you revealed what you ached for.

Connor let out a shaky breath as you stroked him, and he met your strokes halfway. He gripped your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up. He was practically bending you in half, but you didn’t mind.

He angled his cock up to your entrance, and agonizingly, slowly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was delicious, and you let out a high-pitched mewl at the feeling.

He covered your mouth with one of his hands as he rutted inside of you and bottomed out. After a few moments, you started moving your hips, begging him to move. Mercifully, he obliged you and snapped his hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan against his hand, and he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck.

“You’re perfect,” he slurred into your shoulder, “couldn’t wait until tonight to have you.” He moved his hand from your mouth to resting on your neck, and he looked you in the eyes as he pounded into you. Connor brought his hand down to where you were joined and the vibrations continued once again.

You grip onto his bicep, that familiar coil beginning to tighten, and you panted heavily. “I’m close,” you whined.

“Come for me.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You groaned and you felt your eyes roll back as you reached your high. You came hard as you involuntarily pushed your hips into Connor’s.

He came with your name gracing his lips along with a few other words. You attempted to catch your breath as Connor stilled within you.

“You’re going to be late,” he said matter-of-factly as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You huffed out a laugh, and Connor gently set you back down. You grabbed onto his shoulders while you waited for your legs to stop feeling like jelly.

Connor helped clean you up and make you look presentable. His hands were a lot steadier than yours at the moment.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned, “I should tease you more often."

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urlonelystarrr · 9 months

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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

SYNOPSIS → your feelings for connor grew as the android revolution went on, though a new partner makes you question your feelings.

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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h0rr0rwhor3 · 1 year

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it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety.

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers.

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction.

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state.

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment.

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him.

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands.

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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Day 21: Formal Wear

Fandom: Detroit:Become Human

Character: Connor

Warnings: Fingering, Praising, dry humming/humping, Connor’s fingers can vibrate!

A/n: feeling very meh with this one

Connor looked good in his suit, you honesty did your best pull your gaze away from the man. You were Connor’s date to the Police Men’s Ball being thrown by the mayor and you happen to over hear Connor getting an award for all the hard work he has done for the city.

You could tell the man was nervous, maybe a bit uncomfortable in the formal wear that Hank forced on him and while the Android may have some negative thought you couldn’t help but think he looked handsome, you never thought him wearing a suit would turn you on so much.

Connor placed his hand on your waist, keeping you close. While Androids were slowly being accepted, you knew he was still nervous around everyone.

“You look so handsome Connor, very sexy.” You gave him a teasing smile.

LED flashing for a moment, Connor adverted his gaze. While he may not be human, he knew that he loved you. Shaking his head, he returned your smile as he placed his hand on your cheek. “And you look so beautiful. I know I will make everyone jealous.”

Connor swallowed down his nervous, you looked good in that dress. Far to good, and right now he wanted to give you something for what you did for him before you both left. Glancing around, letting his eyes scan the room. He was happy to find a quiet area far away from the prying eyes of the other officers, of Hank. “May I give you something.”

Blinking a few times, you gave Connor a bright smile as you pressed your body closer to him. “You can give me whatever you like.”

Humming, Connor gave one last quick around then pulled you away and soon your body was pressed against to the wall. Connor’s lips on yours, his hand sneaking under your dress teasing your slit between your panties.

Whimpering against his lips, you thrusted against his hand. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you humped his hand.

Breaking the kiss, Connor nuzzled his nose into your neck. “You must be quiet, can’t be found.” He whispered pushing your panties aside as pushed his fingers into your pussy. “You’re so beautiful, but you look even better like this.” His voice was soft, quiet though you couldn’t help but shudder from how he was looking at you.

“Connor.” You pushed against fingers, lowering yourself on them as your lover kissed and sucked at your neck though you nearly cried out as you felt his fingers steer to vibrate. Your back arching off the walls as your hands clutched his tie tightly.

His vibrating thumb pressing against your clit made your see stars, your juices costing his fingers. You were doing your best to recover your orgasm, you tried to not ruin his suit but Conner didn’t care as he pulled you on for a soft kiss. “Would you like to go home so we can finish this?”

Standing on shaky legs, you let out a weak laugh slowly nodding your head. “There an amazing idea”

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staticl0ve · 11 months

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Connor x Fem!Reader (18+, 3.5k words) 💙 Part One

Part Two. Inexperienced lovers. Friends to lovers. Human AU. Fluff. Soft smut, oral (f!receiving)

(18+)

Sex & Lemonade 2

Summer winds sweep through dandelion fields, pulling soft tuffs of white fuzz into the air. Grass flows in waves, as do the large starry leaves of an aged oak tree. Sunlight bleaches the canopy gold and lime green.

You’re resting on your back beneath rustling leaves. Against your skin is a thick, knitted blanket with multicolored geometric patterns, protecting you from the sharpness of fresh cut grass. Picnic treats are laid out around a basket, half eaten sandwiches, washed fruit, and cold packaged juice boxes. Past the tall grass and wildflowers, cottony swirls of clouds drift lazily across the vast blue sky.

“I spy… a unicorn,” you say to the man beside you.

Connor lies on his side, tucking an arm under his chin and legs bending just enough to have his knees brush against yours. His cheeks are a little sun kissed and flushed from your proximity. Brown eyes track your tongue as it flickers out to wet your lips between words. The action brings forth thoughts of you in his bedroom with a glass of lemonade and reminds him of what your tongue can do or how good it feels curling up and stroking his—

“Connor?”

Shit. He’s stammering, lashes fluttering and cheeks reddening. “I… I… uhm. Is it that one?”

A pale hand raises over your face, index finger pointing at a tuft of two clouds with a vaguely horse shaped head connecting to a pointy, wind blown horn. Your teeth flash, eyes squinting from a silly grin. Connor leans in closer, fingers busying themselves with a stray ribbon from your crop top. It’s attached to a corset center of criss-crossed satin and while you’re lying back, bare middle in view, he’s distracted by the thought of what might happen if he… pulled.

“Yes!” you say, dragging him out of his reverie. “You’re so good at this.”

There’s nothing in your sweet voice to imply anything else and yet he feels a bolt of heat, a twitch of interest from your words. Connor’s been thinking about you nonstop for the past few days. Ever since he learned how good you could make him feel, he’s been wondering whether or not he could make you feel the same, if not, better.

Your thighs shift as you arch your back for a quick stretch, skirt pooling around your mid thigh, leaving Connor with a tempting view of vast amounts of skin. Why did it have to be summer? He’s cursing the weather and wishes for snow, thick layers, and warm blankets for modesty. Although… he’s quick to imagine what could be done beneath a blanket and he’s already yelling at his single tracked mind.

While Connor’s busy fretting about the temperature, the wind picks up, taunting him by lifting your clothes further from your skin and the same colorful ribbon wrapped around your chest beckons him. You seem to catch that he’s not quite present with you and laugh softly. A cool and damp green grape presses against his lips, your fingers wrapping around the other end.

“You look like you need a snack,” you tease. “You’re… staring into space.”

He bites into the delicate flesh and tastes a burst of sour and sweet. Caramel eyes find yours as his tongue flattens against the bitten fruit to catch the juice which drips. There’s a flicker of wet, warmth against your skin and you wonder if Connor’s tongue grazing your fingers was an accident. You think you get your answer as his tongue curls around the grape and pops it from your hand and into his mouth.

Smiling, he lets out a content hum when he finishes chewing. “So sweet.”

All that exists is the small space between you and him and like the clouds above, the breeze pushes and pulls you two into one shape. Connor leans in closer, hovering over your laid out form, his nose brushing over your bare shoulder. Softly, he says your name like he always has since you were a little girl and he a little boy. You blink back at him, returning his smile.

“I… wanted to ask…” His eyes track down your chest and towards your knees where your thighs are pressed tightly together. “If… if you don’t mind that I returned your favor?”

“Favor?”

You go to sit up a little, but he stills you with a gentle press of his palm to your abdomen. The contact means your bare skin meets his hand and a flush of heat rushes down his back. Gulping, he smiles sheepishly, aware of how the tips of his ears must be turning as red as his cheeks.

“Y-yes, I… I would like a chance to make you feel good.” He looks at you then, large honeyed eyes dripping with sweetness. He’s the picture of dreamy, young love, his thick lashes fluttering, cheeks dimpling with another anxious smile. “Would you like to experience that with me?”

You stare back at your best friend, a little lost for words. There’s a distracting throb at your core as you mull over his offer. Your chin lifts and lowers in a small nod. Receiving your answer, Connor moves to lean over you properly, lowering himself to his elbows until your faces are inches apart.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

You wonder if you’ll taste fruit on his lips.

“Please,” you reply.

He makes a soft noise, an almost whimper at your gentle pleading. Lips gently press against yours and his moan grows in volume. He’s been replaying how you’ve kissed him over and over, and he’s realizing his memories don’t hold a candle to the real thing. You fit perfectly beneath him, hands roaming up his chest, fingers kneading into cotton.

Connor loves how you shyly explore the planes of his muscles. Growing more confident, your hand wanders further up, tracing his collarbone and strong, taut neck muscles. He leans into your touch, hips bucking when you pull at his hair. His lips tug gently at your bottom lip and his nose bumps into yours— asking— begging silently and he hopes you can feel the need radiating from him.

Your mouth opens and welcomes him to explore, his pink tongue licking at your pillowy cheeks and scraping against sharp teeth until he finds your tongue. You can taste grape on his lips and smell the sunscreen which coats his skin. Connor drinks in your moans, lets his hand wander further down. Mischievously, his thumb catches on a perk nipple hiding behind thin cloth and you gasp his name beneath him.

He parts from the kiss to study your face and the golden glint in his eyes turn darker than molasses. It’s a look you’ve seen when he’s concentrating and plotting his way to victory at a board game or when he’s chasing you in tag… only a different hunger lurks around the edges of his eyes, causing a thrill to run down your spine. Connor blinks and it’s gone, replaced with another blush of his cheeks.

“May I?” His fingers catch onto the satin holding your shirt together. You nod again, lips curling in anticipation.

Nimble fingers pull at the bow wrapped around your chest, slipping in between to loosen the ribbon until your breasts spill from your top.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty,” he moans, dipping his head to your chest. He swirls a tongue around one nipple and uses his hand to rub faint circles over your other one. It’s a ticklish sensation and you’re caught between a giggle and a moan. Connor’s on a different planet, mouth latching more tightly on your breast as he moves his hands to your thighs, strong fingers pushing your skirt up higher.

“Connor…” You squirm as cool air hits damp lace. His thumbs rub into your inner thighs, tracing the seam of your underwear.

“May I… use my mouth on you?”

It’s your turn to stammer and your cheeks instantly feel hot. “No one has— I mean— I’ve never…”

He’s earnest, understanding and smiles back at you from between your breasts. “Neither have I. I’ve always wanted to try this with...” He corrects himself and glances away, suddenly too shy for direct eye contact. “Please, may I taste you?”

“Y-yes.”

Sliding down, his hands are on you, fingers squeezing reassuringly at your hips. They roam further, pulling down your panties and you lift your hips to help him. It gets tossed nearby, somewhere between the edge of the blanket and onto the grass. With both hands, he pushes your skirt up, letting the material pool over your hips. Connor groans at the sight of your bare sex, teeth capturing his lower lip.

“Will you show me what you like?” he asks while pulling your hand lower. His cheeks are warm when he rests the side of his head on your thigh.

“I… I’m not sure…” you stammer back.

Of course, it wasn’t like you haven’t spent time getting to know yourself on nights when your core ached, keeping you from a peaceful night’s sleep. There were also a few curious nights in college with some cute guys… but this was Connor, the boy who had the worst, squeaky voice in puberty, now a man asking you eagerly, voice low and tempting.

He’s still watching you with all the intention to study you like you were a topic he had to ace. As you blink back at him, his hand intertwines with yours.

“Guide me. Please,” he begs. “Use my hand.” And my tongue, he hopes, but there will be time for that when you’re ready.

You listen because, god, Connor’s never sounded this desperately enthused before. You’re getting flashbacks to prom, when you both went as friends, his cheeks pinched in excitement as you joined him for a slow dance. It’s hard to know when it happened, the moment you both stopped being friends and something more. Was it then? Was it earlier this week when you had his cock down your throat?

Or is it now?

With your hand above his, you trace the bumps of his veins and large knuckles before guiding two of his fingers where you need it. He takes in a shuddering inhale when his skin makes contact with your wet folds, collecting your slick. You’re wet, warm and teasing him by letting him trace the seam of your sex, not quite letting him in. Connor swears he can feel a faint pulse and lingers, hoping he may get a chance to feel more of it.

Moving his hand back up, you bring him to your swollen clit, coaxing him to add pressure, allowing the pads of his fingers to manipulate soft, smooth skin. A moan escapes your lips when he manages to find an angle which makes your toes curl.

“Here?” His eyes are bright, brows raised curiously. He rubs in tight circles around that spot, cheek dimpling when your back arches off the picnic blanket. Your name leaves his lips. “How does it feel?”

“G-good. Mmm! Really good.”

It’s not enough, you’re feeling awfully empty and fluttering around nothing. You squirm, hips twisting and he accidentally brushes past your folds. He’s quick to apologize, the sharp sound of an S reaches your ears but you’re already pushing his palm lower, guiding him into you.

“Oh…” he gasps at the wetness that floods around his fingers. Connor’s done this part before, felt the warmth of another partner on his hands. He thought the experience meant he wouldn’t be fumbling nervously with you, but he is because you’re soaking from the anticipation of his touch. Cheeks red, a moan parts his lips as he watches his fingers slip in deeper. Tightness and heat pools between his thighs, the space in his jeans feels more restrictive with each passing moment, a need he ignores to satiate a different curiosity. His mouth feels parched and well, his tongue is already halfway out…

“Mmm! Connor!”

Your hand instinctively finds the back of his head, nails raking through soft hair. His tongue is warm and wet, applying light pressure with broad, flat licks. Connor’s inexperience shows, his motions unsure as he experiments with a variety of directions. He watches for your reactions, corrects his movements to find the areas where he should lavish attention to. And when he sharpens his tongue on one spot, really curls his tongue across it, you let out a wrecked moan. It’s music to his ears so he keeps at it, swirling at your nerves until the hand in his hair becomes conflicted with pushing him away while your thighs cage him in.

Abruptly, the feeling is gone as his head pops up. You’re expecting furrowed, worried brows and large, blown out brown eyes. Instead, he’s leaning over your pelvis with a dark shimmer in his eyes and a small quirk in the corner of his lips. His pale skin is shiny in the sunlight, chin damp and he flicks his tongue out to catch remnants of your taste.

“Was that… okay?” he asks, voice small and seeking affirmation. There’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes that tells you he already knows your answer.

“Yes, yes—” Your words slur and get swallowed by a stifled moan as he returns to his place between your thighs. You think he’s pretty like this, too. His dark hair is a mess, curled bangs in his face as he searches for new ways to make you feel light and airy and taut all at once.

How well you react to his touch makes his heart swell with pride, knowing he can make you breathless in the way that you’ve done for him. He wonders if it’ll always be like this, you and him casually hanging out, exchanging long glances until the tension breaks into something more intimate. This is the second time in a week that the limits of what constitutes as platonic activities has reached the point where his chest aches for something more.

He’s lived through summers with you as a boy, has spent them riding bikes across miles of suburbia, grabbing refreshments filled with ice, and huddling close together on a couch to nap away the day… only for him to peek an eye open as you slept while he wondered what it’d be like when you were both older. As an optimist, he’d like to think that this summer is where he’ll find that answer.

“Oh, god! Connor… yes!”

A smile quirks his lips up and he’s laughing a little to himself as he licks at your clit.

“It’s not too much is it?”

It’s that damn sweet voice of his, dripping with sincerity but his tone never matches the almost cocky twitch of his lips. You can hardly focus on the leaves scattered above you, the clouds blending into the blue skies. All you feel is Connor, your best friend’s tongue, and his thick fingers which begin to move slowly from within.

“N-no, s’perfect,” you reply, one hand still lost in his hair and the other fisting the picnic blanket so as to not hurt the brunette between your legs.

He tests how pliant you are, stroking you open and feeling up similar nerves that make your thighs tremble. It stokes a warming sensation in your lower belly as he fills you to his knuckles, crooks his fingers in time with his licks around your clit. When you clench tightly around him, he groans, tongue vibrating as it laps at your swollen bud. He can hear the squelch of your slick by his ears and can’t resist moving his free hand to grind his crotch into.

“Sweetheart,” Connor coos, lips pressed to your sex while he talks. “Please, let me taste you. Please.”

You barely squeak out a “yes” before his wet fingers leave you, sliding up to replace his tongue in rubbing circles. His face digs in, nose pressed beneath your clit as his tongue shyly prods at the seam of your sex. He runs his tongue up your slit, catching the slick that drips. You hear a muffled “fuck” and he’s suddenly, merciless, completely forgone the notion of a slow pace. It’s an exchange of trust between friends, although lovers almost suits you two better. You’re laid out for him to taste as he’s sprawled out for you to use and Connor feels incredibly lucky to be the first to discover how sweet you are.

His name leaves your lips, his brown hair pulled by your fingers as your hips rise to meet his tongue. It encourages him to push in deeper, his wet and warm appendage stroking silken muscles. He’s using the quake of your thighs, moans, and squirming hips as his guide to all the right spots.

“God,” he murmurs between breathy breaks. A groan, halfway to a growl vibrates his tongue. He lays a kiss to your inner thigh, sharp teeth nipping playfully. “You taste so sweet.”

Connor plunges back in before you can reply, filling you once again with his tongue. You tighten around him as his fingers move faster, coating your clit in the combined mess between your thighs. In the background, you catch him bucking his hips into his hand like a desperate teenager.

“Are you…?” You moan again, distracted by a talented flick of his tongue. “A-are you touching yourself? God, you’re such a good boy.”

Connor nearly spills into his denim, hips stuttering. He doubles his efforts, swapping again to fill you with his fingers. When his mouth wraps around your clit, a sucking pressure pulls at your nerves, making your back arch off the blanket. Brown eyes rake over your exposed breasts, the filtered sunlight kissing your skin and the wrecked, half lidded glance you give him. He thinks it can’t get better than this, lying under clouds with the summer sun hidden through dense leaves, and his childhood crush making a mess of his face.

“I’m close,” you whimper.

Oh, so it can get better. Connor whines from the combined friction of his hand, your tightness and imagines how perfect you’d feel surrounding him. He can see it now, you with your legs around his waist, back arched the way it is now— fuck, you’d feel so much better than the dull friction he’s getting through thick denim.

“Baby, please. I want to… I… I want to come with you,” he pants breathlessly.

A string of please’s connects until it’s melded into one unintelligible word and he’s mumbling it while desperately fucking you with his mouth and fingers. The strand of reality keeping you on this plane snaps and you suddenly feel like you’re drifting in a warm ocean, basking in the glow of the sun. Your body sinks into the water and bobs back up, dipping in and out of euphoria in waves.

The sharp cry of Connor’s name leaving your lips is all it takes for him to follow shortly after you. He works you through the afterglow, tongue lazily dragging over a swollen bud of nerves. His hands, wet as they are, drag up your legs to grip your hips. Arms outstretching, you try to coax him to lie on top of you and he rises up from his knees until his face hovers over yours.

“My face is quite messy, I’m unsure if…” he begins when you wrap a hand around his neck and pull his face lower. Shaking your head to disagree with him, you crush your mouth to his and taste yourself on his lips.

Sweet and tart, like summer fruit.

Your hand wanders, cramming to fit between a small gap in his jeans and bare skin and finds the sticky mess in his clothes. Connor moans softly when he feels your fingers caress his cock, catching a sample of his release. You bring your hand to your lips and he’s watching you intensely, mouth parting around another curse word. Your tongue wraps around your fingers, lips sucking his slick off your hand.

“You taste like summer,” you tell him, smiling softly.

The light catches around his hair and shoulders in a golden halo as he hovers over you. Evidence of your afternoon together is marked on him and Connor wears it proudly. Slowly, his lips spread, eyes softening and you swear you can see your futures in them.

“You, too,” he whispers back.

An arm wraps around your waist and hugs you to him, his face lost in the crook of your neck. Your eyes close, enjoying the cool breeze, his warm body on yours. Connor turns to kiss you in a way that tells you summer is only the beginning of something new between you and the boy you’ve known your whole life.

Leaves drift overhead, carrying themselves across fields of wildflowers. A train sounds off in the distance as he reaches over your head, plucking a dandelion from the grass. White tuff clings to a stem as it’s brought to your lips.

“Make a wish,” he says.

You think of Connor, lips picked up at the corners, freckled cheeks turning tanner by the day and make your wish.

💙 To Connor’s masterlist.

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 4: Goodbye

Machine Connor x Reader.

Warning: Brief mention of suicide, guns.

It felt overwhelming.

Elijah had ran toward you, tugging you in his arm, his hold tight on you. You hated being hugged, most of the time. It felt like an overwhelming sensation. Usually, you would either move back or, occasionally, you would slip one of your arms around the person, patting their back while your body would step aside, away from their body, your free hand hanging at your side.

When his arms sneaked around you, for a second, your body acted as usual, your hand patting Elijah’s back, your body leaning away from his body. Like a reflex.

The second after, something snapped in your head, his smell and presence invading you. Your chest ached from what you felt was loss or, maybe, it was hope. A pain as the world stopped spinning around you. All the movement stopped, you could finally breathe.

The third second, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

And, Elijah broke the embrace. He knew you were not comfortable with physical touch, probably seeing his own action as selfish toward you.

You pulled him back.

“I thought…” He started a grin on his face.

“Shut up.” you cut him short, your head falling on his shoulder, fighting the tears threatening to fall.

26 December 2035

The party was tiring, the crowd, the people, all of them made you sick. Elijah had stayed at your side, like a protector, but at some point the two of you got split. He was nowhere to be found and after two hours of speaking with a stranger who didn’t understand a thing about your job, doing small talk and who were more certain than you Elijah and you were dating, you felt exhausted.

Therefore, you did the most mature thing you could do.

You ran away.

It was 11 pm when you entered the lab, Elijah and you had in common at the Cyberlife tower. Your happy place. With a loud sight, you fell on your chair, closing your eyes.

“Good evening miss L/N” The voice came out of nowhere, making you jump out of fear.

You turned your head, following the sound of the voice, only to find Connor on his base, smiling at you.

“Jesus fuck. You scared the shit out of me, Connor.”

“Oh, I am sorry.”

Your head turned back toward him, your eyes frowning. Something was wrong.

“What’s wrong with you? What did Elijah do to you?” You say, running to the android.

His cheeks were all blue, so was his forehead. The back of your hands fell on his cheeks softly, feeling the warmth of his body. Android couldn’t be warm. Connor was overheating.

“How the fuck does an android end up with a fever.” you whispered more to yourself, trying to find something to lower his temperature.

“Probably a mistake in my program. I am sorry.” He whispered as you dropped a cold blanket around him.

“Do not apologize, this is not your mistake.” You answered, heading toward Elijah’s computer.

It took an entire hour to find the mistake. At this point, Elijah had joined you in the lab, the two of you talking about the way he could improve the android just like the council asked.

“I need your help.” He finally said.

“You know I can’t help you. Pretty sure the council doesn’t want anything to do with me.” You sight.

“I don’t care. This is still our firm. We are still CEO. You can do anything you want. I’ll back you up.”

He was sincere. Since the beginning, the two of you together had done the best android ever made. Markus had to be your greatest success. But you knew you could get more. And, to you, the best was an android self-aware of himself, able to think and act on his own.

“You know my point of view of the improvement we could make.” You said, wanting to be sure. “I won’t mind being the bad guy in the end if I get the results I want. Someone has to fulfil this job. We can do so much more than just androids. We could have perfection. A new form of intelligence.”

“Than go ahead. It’s all yours.” Elijah said, leaning at your side, his hand extending toward Connor. “Show them what you can do. I trust you.”

Your head turned to Connor, meeting his sweet brown eyes, who didn’t leave yours the whole time. He offered you a soft smile, the blue of his cheek had now disappeared.

“OK, I’ll do it.”

30 May 2039 00:10

The thought was unbearable.

When you thought about this reunion week before, you expected Elijah and you to be like strangers. How could it be otherwise? The two of you haven’t seen each other for the past three years.

It would have been even easier to leave.

But no.

It was the opposite. As if it were the most natural thing, the two of you were actually speaking like nothing happened. Like the two of you had just seen each other the day before. Like the fight you had the day you left never happened.

He had made you a coffee, no sugar, even if it was past midnight. Old habit never changes.

Therefore, the thought of leaving cracked open your ribs, tearing your organs apart. After three years, you finally felt like breathing, getting part of your old life. But you would have to throw it away again.

How could it be bearable?

Your mission would make it bearable, you thought. You tried to convince yourself.

In your hands remained all the cards capable of offering freedom to androids. To change popular opinion and ask for their support. All the cards that will bend the government to your demands.

If you failed, you would fail them all.

But you weren’t able to just change around Elijah, to act like, after all these years, he was nothing to you, no one. You had done it numerous times, pushing people away.

Yet, this time, every time you acted neutral, cold, your heart broke in your chest, making you shift behaviour. He looked so happy by your only presence, you didn’t want to rip that memory from your mind.

Why this had to end?

“You look older.” He said, watching your long hair before tugging one strand behind your ear.

“Well, so do you. Nice shave, by the way. Look cleaner than your prolonged teenage years.” You said, teasing.

He laughed, then, a silence fell after that, your finger toying with the aim of the cup. You could feel his eyes on you, feel the thousands of questions he wanted to ask. And you wondered why he was so quiet. It wasn’t him.

You knew him too well, even more than he knew himself.

He always liked to brag around about what he did, talking about his discoveries, new film, new everything, really about anything. Elijah’s mind felt uncomfortable in silence, you knew that, genuine thought running in his head like a processor. Same way, he hated being lonely. Which was pretty strange given the fact he was living in a gigantic house, away from any being on earth.

Genius brain.

So, him being this quiet felt odd.

They were two geniuses mind in the same room and suddenly, none of them were able to talk, until.

“So, you are behind RA9? Aren’t you?” He asked, his eyes searching for yours.

“You’ve seen that show on the TV too?” You asked, a smile on your face. He nodded no with his head, and your eyes frowned.

“Connor came to me a few months ago, asking questions about RA9. I didn’t code it, you were the only one with access to all the code. My assumptions were true if what they said in this TV show is true.”

“It is true.”

“What was the agreement with the council? I want the real reason you left. No lies.”

Finally, your eyes found his. They looked tired, you thought to yourself now that you took time to study it. He looked tired in general.

“They wouldn’t deactivate Connor as long as i leave Cyberlife for good and… If i cut any string attach.” You said, your eyes falling back to the coffee in your hands as your voice had lowered at the end of your sentence.

When Cyberlife’s council explicitly told to leave and to cut any contact, you knew what they implied. Though your little Vendetta against them had already been planned in your head, you didn’t want Elijah to be associated with this.

Didn’t want to ruin his life.

“So, ruining our friendship was the best way for you to leave?” He asked, his calm tone betraying anger in it.

“No” you started, crossing your legs in front of you. “Ruining our friendship was the best way to have you out of my plan and out of my way.” you said, your voice turning cold.

He kept his gaze hold on you for a while, studying your reaction. Perhaps you might have forgotten he knew you, too, better than you knew yourself.

“You’re lying.” He simply said.

“Yes.”

“How bad it is for you to hide it behind such a lie?”

You took a second sip of your coffee, thinking of the best way to approach the talk. He knew when you would lie.

“I did it because i wanted to protect you.” You found the strength to look back at him yet again. “I needed to protect you in many ways and for different reason i can’t talk about but just…” You paused, arch breath coming out of your chest. “I just genuinely care about you.” He knew, drawing such words out of you was difficult.

He didn’t say anything at first. Probably out of fear you would stop talking, stop opening up if he talked now. Therefore, he kept looking at you, seeing you fighting with yourself. His hand raised forward and landed on yours, still holding the cup of coffee.

How could he be angry at you?

“You can talk to me.” He whispered when the silence lasted.

“I know. I just can’t tell you this. Because then, you’ll be in danger.” Your eyes fell on his. “ I can’t lose you.”

“Because you think i can lose you?” He whispered, leaning forward. “I’ve spent the last three years being miserable because you weren’t around. I opened up to you, years ago, i said i needed you in my life. How the hell do you think that would have changed years after that?” You expected him to be angry, but he kept whispering, protecting you from the screams. “I still need you in my life.” He confessed.

“Don’t you think i’ve been miserable?” You shook your head. “I spend every day of the last three years wondering if all i was doing was worth breaking our friendship. I still need you in my life, but it can’t be the only variable in the program. Not after what happened with the deviant last fall.” You paused, holding his piercing blue eyes. Elijah took his hand away from yours, moving to your face.

His eyes frowned as he swiped a tear that had found is way out.

“You don’t look old. You look tired.” He started, his eyes falling outside the window. “You felt that too?” He asked.

“All i ever wanted for this revolution was for them to win, and they didn’t, they slaughtered them Elijah, like they were nothing. And it was all my fault. If i had been there, i could’ve stop it.”

“It’s not your fault. No one could’ve stopped it. Not even us.” He comforted you.

It pained him as much to see the android loose. Especially after seeing Connor that day, knowing he felt empathy, as he never shot Chloe.

“They break my heart.” You paused. “When they died, i felt like a part of me died with them.”

“Me too.” He said, his eyes searching for Chloe, before returning to you. “You're back on an anti-depressant, aren’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, the words “no” ready to slip out of your tongue. But you knew better than lying to him. You didn’t answer, which it gave him the answer he wanted. The two of you, constantly worrying about each other. Elijah could feel how vulnerable you were at the moment. He always feared for your potential action. After all, he never forgot your suicidal attempt.

It was unbearable. The thought of leaving him again. The idea of losing the only real friend you had. But you had no choice. A surge of hope lightened in you, hoping that, perhaps, if God was kind, he will let the two of you met again.

“Come on. Let’s play a game. Anything.” He said, raising from the couch.

“Get that chessboard so i can beat your ass.” You said, observing around you. His place hadn’t changed. What would he think of yours? Your new place. You wondered.

“I improved myself, i doubt you could beat me.”

“Well see.”

For the next hour, you two played together, the party lasting longer because, yes, he did in fact improved, which he didn’t miss an opportunity to brag about. But you had always been two-step ahead of him.

That’s why you knew he had called the cops. You knew him, enough to know he would rather see you alive and arrested than dead. It was his worst fear.

“You know, i’ll always win.” You started, watching at the watch on your wrist. You would have to leave soon. “I am about to take your king in like… 3 moves.” Your heart tightened in your chest. “So? Do you withdraw?” You asked, raising from your seat, your coat on you.

“What are you doing?” He said, his eyes frowning at your move.

“I am about to win the party, i always have two-step ahead of you at least. Therefore, i need to escape before the cops arrived.” Elijah raised from his seat.

“Y/N i…” He started.

“It’s okay, i understand, really.” You said, moving closer to him. A small smile formed on your lips, wanting to be reassuring, as your hands moved to cup his face. “Elijah, i need you to promise me something.” You started.

“No. Don’t you dare. You promised.” He said, composing himself.

“I know. I just need to know that, whatever happen next, you’ll be happy. You’ll keep on living. Can you do that?” You asked, seeing the red and blue light coming in the hallway.

“You promised me.” He said, his hand falling over yours, stopping you from moving away.

“I know. But i need to finish something important. Promised me Elijah. Whatever happen, don’t be angry, don’t be sad for too long. One day, you’ll be happy.” Your hands slipped from his face, as you moved away, your hands grasping one last time at his hands. “Promised me Elijah.” You started hearing the sound of the siren.

His eyes fell on the ground, breaking the physical contact you had. “I promised.” He whispered. “The back door is open.” He continued.

“Thank you.” you said before turning away, running toward the exit.

“Y/n…” He called as you turned away one last time. “Whatever you have plans, you won’t be able to fulfil it. Connor is after you. The moment you’ll see him injured, on the verge of getting destroyed or shut down, you’ll run to his side to save him. You love him so much, even if he was on the verge of killing you, you wouldn’t press the trigger to stop him.”

“I know.”

And you were gone.

Running toward the forest as fast as you could. Everything was working as you plan. The interrogation, pissing off Connor to a point he felt anger, escaping, bonus point for meeting and seeing Elijah one last time and, escaping again.

This, was the last line before the end.

One last line before you’ll disappear forever.

And, as you ran toward the bridge, you thought you were ahead of the FBI agent, not hearing anything around you.

That was until something hard hit you from the side, projecting you on the ground.

“Fuck” You shoot, your body aching from the fall.

You looked around, finding Connor next to you, lying on the ground. He surely fell with you too. It didn’t seem like he expected the damage the fall would cause him. Connor was barely moving. Your eyes found something between you. A gun. You throw yourself on the weapon, taking it in your hands as Connor finally moved to stop you.

But it was too late.

The gun was in your hand, aiming at him. His hands raised, unthreatening. Connor didn’t move, assessing the best option he had, all of them leading him to the next conclusion. You’d shot him before he even reached you. Useless for the case.

Only, he didn’t expect you to be… You.

Despite the strong grip you had on the gun, you couldn’t press the trigger. You wouldn’t hurt him. Elijah was right.

Damn you Kamski, you swore in your head, trying to find something, anything. Connor looked almost scared when you step forward. Your hand holding the gun fell at your side as you walked toward him.

“I never would.” You said, before running away again, the gun still in your hand, hoping to get to the bridge in time.

And you did. You stopped in the middle of it when you saw the FBI cars and the agent coming down of them. In a second, they were circling you, forcing you to back up against the guardrail. You stopped on it.

“Stop this, we need her alive.” Connor's voice pierced through the crowd as he ran toward you, pushing away any agent in his way.

Then, his eyes fell on you, standing over the edge. His LED flickered a soft yellow amber, processing information. Connor moved to you slowly, his hand raised to you, offering his hold.

“Come on, get down, we just need you to deal with the RA9 code, if you succeed, i am sure the judge will be more inclined to your fate.” Connor started.

“Wow, you’re such a smart ass, like i cared about time in jail.”

Of course, that’s not what you cared for. Connor knew it. He needed to understand you further, he needed to think out of boxes. He felt like his heart missed a beat when he saw you moving further away from him, ready to fall, the feeling of deja-vu playing in his mind again.

That scared him, you on the verge of falling scarred him. You couldn’t want to kill yourself, right? And then, it clicked in his mind.

“I understand. You created all of them, all of us. They are the work of your life, you want them to be free.” He started.

“Finally, you’re using that brain.”

“You need to understand, it can’t happen, machine can’t have emotion. You should know that, you are their creator.” He continued, his hand still raised toward you. You were tempting to just take it. “I understand you do not wish for them to be destroyed. Perhaps we can figure things out, together.” His fingers brushed against yours, his synthetic skin retracting once again, showing the white chassis underneath. “Please, get down. We won’t hurt you.”

His voice was southing you, you were almost ready to gave in. It was so tempting, but you know, when speaking of Connor, you had always let your guards down. His fingers brushed your palms slowly, inviting you down, his chassis showing further, following your touch.

“Please.” He said, like a soft plea.

You crossed his eyes. He was scared and worried. It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at you this way. But then, movement caught you off guard, one of the FBI agent moving forward, raising his gun. Connor immediately saw the changed in you. Without ever breaking contact with you, his arm raised to the agent.

“Stop this. She won’t cooperate if she feels threatened. We need her alive.” He said, his finger grasping at your palm.

“Too bad then.” You felt his entire body tensed the second the words left your lips.

But it was too late. Connor felt your hand slipping out of his hold as you fell, he throws his body forward hitting the guard-rail, his hand extended as possible, trying to catch your hand but all he saw was your body falling in the void before hitting the water. He stood there, hand hanging in the void, his body against the solid cold metal, staring at the water.

What has he done?

He felt a strong pain inside him, clawing at his chest in a desperate attempts to ease it, as the diagnosis showed no sign of problem. Yet, the pain continued crawling up in his body, never stopping. He couldn’t feel pain, he tried to convince himself.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like this, looking at the place your body hit the water. Connor only found back his senses when the agent who threatened you, stood at his side, started saying:

“Be ready to look for a dead body in the morning. Let’s get home.”

“We needed her alive” Connor said, feeling his blue blood running wild in his biocomponent. Was that anger?

“She jumped, not our fault.”

Then, something snapped in him. He felt his body tensing up as he throws himself at the agent, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, bringing his body over the water. If he let go, there would be more than one death tonight.

“The fuck are you doing, stupid android, put me down.” The agent said, desperately grabbing the edge of the guardrail.

“She jumped because you fucking threatened her, She felt unsafe. Y/N did it because she didn’t see any other choice.”

All he wanted was to push the man over the bridge, ending his life for being so wreckless, for hurting you. For causing your death. A “software instabilities” showed up in his vision. And he let go of the man, bringing him back to safety on the ground.

For a few seconds, he kept staring down at where your body hit the water, this feeling still present in his chest. He wanted to collapse on the ground.

Instead, he walked back to the car, joining back agent Wilson as they returned to Elijah’s house. Connor looked at the time in the car, his chest heavy when he said.

“Time of death: 2 AM 42, May 30”

30 May 2039 2 AM 59

They just parked in Kamski’s alley when the silence in the car broke.

“I’ll talk to him.” Wilson started, heading out of the car, but Connor stopped him.

“No, i’ll do it.” He said, moving toward the door.

He knocked a first time, getting an immediate answer, Chloe opening the door. She looked different from usual, leading Connor immediately to Elijah, without words to invite him or form of politeness. She passed the door leading to the pool where he first met Kamski. This one was standing in front of the window, looking at the black night.

“Mr Kamski.” Connor started, getting an immediate answer from the man who turned around. Connor didn’t know how to phrase the truth. He knew he should be clear in his words, yet somehow, the words were stuck in his vocal cords, the picture of your fall playing in his mind again. Therefore, he chooses simple. “I am sorry, Y/N jumped from the bridge, we weren’t able to prevent her act.”

He didn’t even any idea about why he felt that way. You were his mission. He had to stop you, and he did. Yet, somehow, it felt wrong.

“No.” Elijah said, sitting on the couch, the truth of your presence sitting right in front of him on the table. “No you’re wrong.” Chloe run away. Connor saw her leaving the room. He didn’t chase her. “Y/N can’t be dead, she… She was here an hour ago.”

“She jumped from the bridge 20 minutes ago.” Wilson stated, standing right behind Connor. “I am sorry for your loss, Mr Kamski.”

A tear fall runned on Elijah cheek, processing the words he just heard. He felt his world crumbling under his feet, getting swallowed all. Connor was speaking, but he couldn’t comprehend a thing he said. So, Connor stopped, waiting. Elijah brought his hand to his chest, just like Connor did minutes before. The pain, so much pain.

“A team will be looking for her body in the morning. You’ll be able to say goodbye.” Winston said, knowing well the man didn’t want any goodbye. Grief. “I know that’s not what you want, but it will be the best we can do.”

“She’s dead now. And it’s your fault.” Kamski said, eyeing Connor. “She trusted you, and you killed her.”

“I didn’t… I tried to catch her.”

“You liar. Get out of my house.”

Connor was about to talk again, but he felt Wilson’s hand on his shoulder, seeing a little nod from him.

“You loved her.” Wilson said.

Elijah eyes shifter, his brow frowning. “Of course i loved her, she was my best friend, the only person who understand me. She was everything to me,” he kept himself from saying more, feeling the crack in his voice.

“If you loved her, why did you turn her to the cops?” Connor asked.

Elijah didn’t answer, his eyes lost on Connor’s. He felt the anger building inside of him, but he recognised something else. He wasn’t the only one angry here. Connor was too. Which meant, not everything was lost. It gave him a hint of hope.

“I don’t expect an android to understand the deepness of human friendship.” Elijah started, his finger brushing tears falling. “Get out, we are done here, i have nothing to say.” He said, showing them the front door.

They did, turning around, none of them noticed Elijah’s phone buzzing, nor the way he froze in front of the screen.

30 May 2039, 5 AM

Connor was standing still in front of the house, unaware as if he should ring at such a late hour. He didn’t even know why he was here in the first place. Maybe your suicide had shaken him up more than he expected. He didn’t know.

His fist raised to the wooden door, knocking a first time and a second time.

Why would he want to see him after all? After what happened?

“Lieutenant Anderson?”

Connor prevented Lieutenant Anderson from his suicide attempt that famous night. Now only, Connor realised Hank might have waited longer but did end up killing himself. But, he found no death record.

He pushed the door open, finding it unlock. The house was empty. No traces of human living here, no traces of Sumo. Hank didn’t live here any more. Connor sat on the floor of the house, waiting a few minutes before he finally retrieved the force of moving, closing the door behind him, heading toward the Cyberlife tower, a huge weight on his shoulder.

30 May 2039, 9 AM

“The ex co-CEO of the Cyberlife company, known as Y/N L/N recently revealed to the public had been reported dead after a suicide, following a track by FBI agent. The police are actively searching for her body after she jumped off the bridge. We will give you news as soon as we know more.” The TV shut down.

“I am officially dead.” You stated, turning toward your team. “Now, the real game start.” Markus was standing next to you, handing you the Vendetta mask.

“Let’s win this war.” He said, a smile on his face.

30 May 2039, 1 am 52

You rushed out of the water, freezing, your entire body aching from the fall. It had worked. Everything worked out perfectly. Joel was running toward you with a blanket, urging you out of the water.

“We need to leave, now.” He said, pressing your footsteps.

“Yeah, i know, but my body ached right now.”

“I guessed that.”

He helped you climb on the black van, as North started the car, looking at you over your shoulder.

“Are you in any pain?” She asked.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be fine, let’s go.” You rushed, using the blanket to warm yourself up. “We’ll have a clear vision in the morning. We need to be at the tower as soon as possible.”

“We’ll be there, don’t worry.” North tried to comfort you.

“Yeah, i know, sorry.” You tape Joel shoulder. “Give me your phone.”

30 May 2039 2 am 15 Kamski’s house.

Elijah heard the vibration of his phone on the table, seeing Connor and Wilson leaving. With anger, he took it, ready to throw it against the window before the text took him off guard.

It was from an unknown number.

“I’ll always be two-step ahead of you.

With love. “

A smile crossed his face through the tears running down his cheeks as he fell on the ground.

“Damn you” He whispered.

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Watch hour (Reader x Connor/RK800)

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You tapped loudly on your computer, hitting enter loudly. You then pushed your chair back, stretching your arms up above your head. – “Done!” – you squealed loud while stretching those muscles. Connor quirking his eyebrow up. You glanced at him, rolling your chair over to his desk. Connor startled by you setting your elbows down on his desk to smile sweetly at him. – “Say Connor how about we do something fun after work?” – you suggested.

Connor chuckled briefly, setting his elbows closer to yours. – “Define ‘fun’.” – he answered, his LED flickering yellow. It made you smirk. You were about to answer when your chief called out to you. – “Lieutenant Y/n!” – you sighed deep, getting up from your chair to greet him. – “Yes sir.” – you responded while Connor rechecked if his tie was still straight.

The chief was looking at some files barely looking your way. – “You are on watch hour.” – he informed you. – “Tonight?” – you questioned loudly. The chief tilting his head up. – “Yes, tonight, Lieutenant. Didn’t I make myself clear?” – he asked in a stern voice. – “Yes sir.” – you answered lowering your head. Connor’s LED flickering as he took in your behavior.

The chief went back in his office upstairs as you sighed loud letting yourself fall back in your chair. – “Sorry Connor looks like we’ll have to postpone ‘fun’ times.” – you told him bothered. Connor furrowing his brows while you gathered some files to stack.

“May… may I ask what watch hour is?” – he set his hand delicately on your desk. – “Boring stuff.” – you answered getting up to pack your things. Connor wasn’t clear on the answer. – “That is a very vague description, may I ask to specify it more so I can understand more what kind of work it requires.” – he asked again, eager to know. You took a deep breath, pausing your packing. – “It is just another word for surveillance watch.” – you informed him, looking for your keys in your bag.

“Basically all I have to do is sit in my car all night, observing the neighborhood and be on watch when there is a call.” – you continued, moving your bag over your shoulder. Connor shot up following you as you were set on leaving. – “Do… do you require my assistance?” – he asked coming to walk beside you. – “Oh Connor.” – you said coming briefly to a stop.

“I wouldn’t want to saddle you up with boring police work. I’m sure you have more important matters to attend then sitting in a car all night.” – looking over at him, you wondered what he would respond to it. He putted on a smile, moving his hand to his chest. – “I would be delighted to assist you in the matter. As your partner I believe it would be the best of interest if we handled this together.”

You chuckled. – “If you insist.” – you responded. Connor followed you to your car. – “I’m going to pick up a few things first before we start our shift.” – you told him getting behind the wheel. He gestured with his hand that it was alright. You drove away from the police station, riding into the cold Detroit air. Driving slow and safely as the snow was making the road slippery. You parked your car on the parking lot of an all open store.

“I’ll be right back.” – you told Connor as he nodded. The moment you left, he took out his coin, letting it flip in his hand to occupy himself. You were going through the aisles, taking stuff with you along the way. Smiling it sure was nice Connor was around. Otherwise it would be dreadfully boring to do watch hour. You always hated them as usually nothing happened. You returned to the car, knocking on the window to alert Connor. He caught his coin between his fingers, tugging it away before opening the door to your side.

You exhaled relieved coming to sit down, holding lot’s of things. – “I brought us coffee and snack enough to survive the night.” – you told him as Connor quirked up an eyebrow at the amount you bought. You started moving the items to the backseat, listing off what kind of snacks you bought. – “Are you already hungry?” – you asked him suddenly aware of what you said. – “Lieutenant.” – Connor spoke.

You started to laugh sheepishly at how silly you were. – “Oh sorry… I forgot for a moment you don’t require food. Apologies Connor.” – you said feeling a bit stupid. Connor smiled LED flickering. – “It is alright.” – he reassured you. You started the car once more, driving around the neighborhood. Connor looking observingly through the window while you drove. You took a round around the block. – “There. That would be a sufficient place to wait and surveillance. One point to keep in observation, the front while easily to ride off when an emergency is required of us.” – he said pointing to a place.

You drove over to it, parking the car. The lights dimmed as the silence took over. – “Now we wait.” – you said. Connor stared in front of him, patting his hands on his knees with a sturdy rhythm. You exhaled loud at how boring it already was and you had just started. You lowered yourself in your seat, crossing your arms annoyed. Connor peeked over at you, scanning you.

He concluded you were bothered. He moved in his seat more towards you. – “I detect you are bothered Lieutenant Y/n. Should I perhaps set on some music to ease your waiting?” – he offered already moving a hand to the radio. – “No!” – you called out, grabbing his hand to a stop. Connor’s LED flickering. – “If we turn on the radio, I won’t be able to hear anything coming through the walkie.” – you informed him.

“I see.” – Connor bowed his head, leaning back in his seat. You inhaled deep, turning your head to stare out of the window. Connor doing the same. Yet he couldn’t help himself but glance over at you. LED flickering yellow as he wondered what drew him so close to you. How it would be possible for him to feel a certain urge to keep you save at any cost.

He lowered his gaze to your hand that tapped a beat on your thigh with your fingers. Humming lowly. His LED still flickering as he wondered what might happen if he reached out to take it. What outcomes would present itself to him. How he could calculate it. Feeling brave he slowly reached for your hand, wanting to touch it. You gasped, startled pulling your hand back when Connor nearly touched it. Staring focused at the streets.

An alarm going off close by. You watched as a man stumbled out of a store carrying stolen goods. – “Thief!” – a woman screamed out in a panic. You shoved the door open as Connor was faster. Having come around the hood to run after the guy. Clenching your jaw, you went after Connor and the thief. Connor’s athletic body could easily keep up with him as you were slacking.

Panting out of breath, slowing down. – “Damn it!” – you mumbled out. You couldn’t slack now. Pushing yourself to keep running. You sighed exhausted seeing how easily Connor jumped over things. You knew you couldn’t do the same stunts Connor was doing so you had to come up with another plan. Taking a turn, moving away from Connor and the thief, you hoped to cut them off somewhere. If you kept going in the same direction. So hoping you weren’t making a stupid decision.

Huffing and puffing loud, you so hoped Connor might have already caught him. Going street in after street, you noticed you were making your way over to the bridge. – “I’ll… I’ll definitely ask for a raise after this.” – you told yourself as encouragement. You just weren’t built to do some tricky stunts like Connor did. Connor had taken a quick route as you needed to take the saver and slower route. The bridge was nearby as you rushed down the stairs, holding tight to the bar.

Jumping the few steps down, you couldn’t see any sight of Connor or the thief. Slowing a bit down, you looked from side to side. Perhaps you had just missed them. – “Look out!” – you heard before a firm force came crashing into you. The heavy weight pulling you down, making you groan in pain. The culprit had fallen upon you, bumping against you whilst looking over his shoulder at Connor speeding up.

Connor grabbed his arm, dragging him off you. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked concerned, kneeling beside you. He held his finger up to you, seeing in the corner of his eye the thief was getting up, trying to take a run for it. – “Not so fast!” – Connor called out, grabbing him by the collar. The thief nearly choked, feeling the fabric of his collar push into his throat.

Connor pulled him down in search for handcuffs. He smiled seeing you offer them out of breath. With one smooth wink, he took the cuffs from you, putting it on the thief. Connor then helped you up to your feet, dusting your clothing off. – “Are you sure you are alright Y/n?” – he asked quickly scanning you for any pains. – “I’m fine Connor.” – you told him, moving your hand up to stop him from scanning you.

“Excellent work Lieutenant into capturing the thief.” – Connor complimented, pulling the thief up to his feet. You laughed. – “All I did was stand in the way.” – you answered. – “A sufficient way.” – he replied. You took a deep breath, walking over to the railing of the bridge. Snow falling down upon you. Connor turned his head staring in admiration at you.

“Should… should I return to the car and pick you up here so for your comfort?” – he asked dutiful. You smiled turning back to him with a shake of your head. – “I don’t mind the walk.” – you approached him, setting a hand on his chest. You let it slide off him as you started walking. Connor looking your way. He gave the thief a shove, forcing it to walk with him.

Holding the thief with one hand, he came walking beside you. Observing the movement of your hand beside your body very carefully. His LED flickering between blue and yellow. Debating if he should take it. He furrowed his brows slightly letting his hand sway beside his body. Moving a bit closer till the back of his hand brushed against yours.

It startled you for a second, hand flinching away. Connor tightened his expression taking your hand sturdily in his own. You chuckled at how strictly he demanded your hand. – “If you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve just asked.” – you told him slightly teasing. Connor chuckled nervously, a soft blue blush appearing on his cheeks.

The thief rolled his eyes with a loud groan. Connor’s LED flickering a bright red. – “No one asked you a thing!” – he called out, letting go of your hand to shove him. – “Alright whatever.” – the thief answered with a loud puff. Connor’s LED settled to a soft blue, taking your hand once more. – “It appears our watch hour was not that boring after all.” – Connor told you. – “Yeah.” – you answered.

“We did get to do something fun after all.” – letting your shoulder bump playfully against his. Connor smiling back at you. – “Sure pretend I am not here.” – the thief muttered out. Connor and you kept talking till you reached the car eventually. He put the thief in the back of the car, making sure he couldn’t take any of your bought goods. You went inside the store to inform the lady you had caught him and to return the stolen goods.

Connor shut the door, coming over to you. – “I’ll call for a patrol to come and take him so we can continue to be available at all times.” – you said to Connor. He nodded agreeing. – “Our night of watch hour is far from over. We still have exactly six more hours of us being on alert till the sun sets.” – Connor answered making you groan at how long it was going to take. He chuckled, LED flickering. – “I could always suggest to do something fun in the meantime.”

You furrowed your brows. – “What then?” – you questioned. – “This.” – Connor spoke, cupping your cheeks. He closed his eyes, gently resting his lips on yours. It caught you off guard what he did, feeling the touch of his cold lips on yours. Taking him by his head, you tilted your head to show him how one kisses. Connor moved his head back, LED flickering yellow.

Taking in the information he just obtained. – “I see… something like this.” – he spoke, putting his lips on yours once more. This time he was copying your movement, deepening the meaning of the kiss. The loud honking of a car made Connor and you pull startled away. The thief pressing the horn with his foot. – “Get a room will ya!” – he shouted from inside the car, making Connor and you laugh.

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Could you do a fic with connor + female reader where reader keeps flirting with connor? And you can make connor feel however you want yo about that, thank you, have a lovely day ❤️

A/n: Is it obvious that i don’t know how to flirt? Anyway- Thanks for sending this ask! Asks are still open but I've been busy with work, so it might take a little :> keep them coming tho!! Hope you enjoy <3

Summary: A big case was just solved and the department was going out to celebrate. You’d never had much of an interest in celebrating these kinds of things until a certain android had made an appearance.

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, kind of suggestive at the end

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You closed the last tab on your computer, “are ya comin’ y/n?” Hank asked, shrugging on his coat. You were close with hank before Connor came to the station, exchanging sarcastic remarks with cups of coffee at noon. You were only going because you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Connor more.

“Yup!” you said, “just a moment.” You pulled out a folder and hastily put the flies in.

You stood and pulled your coat on as Connor met with the two of you, “the car is here Hank.”

“I have my own car,” the man grumbled.

“Driving under the influence is unsafe and illegal if I might add,” Connor stated.

“Whatever,” the man huffed as he walked outside, “damn android…” You chuckled at the new term of endearment and grabbed your bag. As Connor looked at you his LED flickered yellow.

You tapped your temple, “everything good Con?”

“Yes y/n” he said as his LED flickered back to blue.

You brushed it off, “okay, lead the way wonder boy!” He smiled and led you towards the car, meeting Hank halfway.

The ride to the bar was normal, the three of you caught up and discussed random things about day to day life and your cases. As the car pulled into the lot the men stepped out first and as you began to Connor held his hand out for you. You took it and looked away as heat crawled onto your face. He pulled you out of the car and looked at you intently, LED flickering yellow for a moment.

Hank cleared his throat, causing both of your heads to turn towards him, “are you done love birds? We have alcohol to be drinking.”

You chuckled and slid your hand out of Connor’s, “uh- yeah, lets go!” You followed Hank into the building without a single glance to Connor. Once you were inside you made a bee-line to your coworkers in a large booth. You congratulated them on their success and went to sit at the bar with some of the people you worked with.

You ordered a shirley temple, “No!! This is a celebration! You have to actually have alcohol!” Your friend waved her hand, ordering you something stronger. You reluctantly took it and drank it in a few gulps, pausing in between as the liquid burned your throat. You have to admit, it tasted pretty good. Like strawberry nail polish remover. You ordered one more and drank it eagerly. Suddenly, an android was at your side.

“Hey, Connor,” you greeted.

“Hello, y/n,” he muttered.

You smirked, “is there any reason in particular that you’ve decided to join me?”

“I’m bothering Hank…” he muttered.

“I’m sure he’s just being light-hearted-”

“No, I’m really annoying him…” he said as his LED began to glow a steady yellow.

You rested your hand on his arm and smiled, “well, I don’t think its possible for you to annoy me.” He pressed in lips together and looked away from you. You took another drink, using the alcohol as a confidence boost. This was your moment, you affirmed yourself, now was the time…

“Do you know cpr, Connor?” you mentally face-palmed. Why you went with the cheesiest thing you don’t know.

“Yes, I was programmed with basic first aid to help me better integrate with humans,” he said, fidgeting with his coin.

“That’s good because you just took my breath away.”

Connor smiled and scoffed, “you’re a bit funny.”

“Just go all the way and say I’m hilarious,” you pouted in a way that made him smile more.

“I don’t think I’ll give you that so easily.” He turned to face you.

“Okay- If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”

“Hmm, I think you lost points,” he laughed, running his hand through his hair.

“But you laughed so it was good!” you pointed as you leaned forward.

“I laughed because it was just so bad!”

“I’ve got another one.”

“Oh no-”

“Shush,” you began, “did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, giggling under his breath, “that one was worse!”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you try then?” You huffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, try not to get too flustered,” he said winking at you.

At that you already failed to complete that small task, “whatever,” you scoffed.

He leaned over to you, brushing your hair behind your ear, his lips hovering just next to it. You felt him exhale, which was a bit strange but you didn’t question it. As he was expertly setting the mood your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/n, your lips look lonely. Let me introduce them to mine.” Your whole body tensed, waiting for him to do or say something, even though it was your turn. After a moment he pulled back and looked at you, face slightly flushed.

“Uh- um-” you cleared your throat, “I guess you win. You’re better at flirting.”

He began laughing, “oh yeah?”

“Don’t get cocky about it,” you muttered, dropping your head to fidget with your clothes.

With a finger he lifted your chin. He licked his lips, inching closer to you, “When was the last time you kissed someone?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and your eyes darted around the room. Once the coast was clear you placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your lips to his, “like two seconds ago,” you said once you pulled back. His face was tinted blue with and held shocked expression. “Earth to Connor?” you said after a moment, waving your hand in front of his face. He visibly startled.

“Why did you?” he sputtered.

“Because I like you.” He was silent, his LED flashed yellow before returning to blue. You began to turn away from him, opening your mouth to- take it back? You didn’t know.

“I like you too,” he said, resting his hand on yours. You smiled at him but before you could say anything he began to ramble, “that’s actually why Hank was annoyed at me. He wanted me to make a move instead of constantly talking about you and just staring. When I expressed my concerns about that he told me not to worry and that women prefer for men to make the first move-”

You laughed, interrupting him from his thoughts. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows, “look, I’m just glad you like me, for a little I thought I was making you uncomfortable…”

“Of course you weren’t!” he exclaimed, “I was just trying to think of something ‘flirty’ to say.”

“Well in the end you got it!” you smiled and he returned it.

“So, do you have any plans for the rest of tonight?” he asked.

“Hmm, I do think you’re on my to-do list,” you said, smirking at him.

#connor rk800 #rk800 #detroitbecomehuman #hank anderson #connor detroit bh #connor x you #connor x reader #connor dbh x you #connnor dbh x reader #connor x y/n #connor dbh x y/n #heh #help

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infin1ty-garden · 4 days

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could you write a fic with connor & child!reader where he sees the reader in a bad situation so he decides to care for reader like a parent/older sibling? strictly platonic ofc

A CALL AWAY

༉‧₊˚. summary: [ in request ] ༉‧₊˚. pairing: connor & child! gn! reader ༉‧₊˚. warnings: mention of abuse & allusion to kidnapping ༉‧₊˚. word count: 342 ༉‧₊˚. author note: first time writing for dbh. Inspired by S2 EP11 of 9-1-1. short bc i kept rewriting it and i just wanted to finally finish it

masterlist.

Due to a kid calling 911 Hank and Connor were sent on a wellness check. "Why do I always get stuck with these kind of cases?" Connor knocked on the door. A kid opened it. "Hey," Connor kneeled down to the child's eye level. "Where are your parents?"

The door was ripped open. "Don't talk to them! What do you want?" Connor stood up as fast as he could. Backing away from the door. "There were some break ins in the neighbourhood. We're just checking if you might have heard something?" Hank said trying to calm the situation.

"No, we didn't hear anything. Sorry to waste your time detective," before Hank or Connor could answer the door closed. Connor's LED was spinning and turned yellow. "Don't give me that look." Hank made his way to the car. Connor followed close behind.

Connor couldn't stop thinking about the wellness check and that something felt off. There were no obvious signs of abuse. The android couldn't decipher or understand why he kept thinking about it. Until it all fell in place.

Connor had been given the assignment to look through some old missing cases. In one of them he'd found the child from the wellness check. Granted the photo was a couple of years old but still. Connor showed what he found to Hank. "Don't tell me that's what I think it is?"

Connor nodded. "Shit!" Hank got some back up stationed nearby if things go south. Hank knocked on the door again. Connor was analysing all possible situations that could happen. Ones where either he or Hank would have to lay their lives down for the safety of the kid.

That didn't happen as the suspect was apprehended and the kid sent to be reunited with their family. The problem being they had no family left. They were put in a group home. One that Connor would visit everyday after work. You two became quite close and you saw Connor as an older brother. He would always say he was one call away.

Thank you for reading & requesting!

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gogogodzilla · 6 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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deryuj · 11 months

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Follow the curves

You wish you could focus on your case but truth be told, Connor is far too distracting.

(Or Connor is helping you with your case while you sketch him in your notebook instead)

Rating: General audience

Ship: Connor x gn!reader

I started my summer job and realized I have a lot of free time so I actually wrote a fanfic because I was bored. Enjoy!

p.s. Last time i wrote a fanfic was in 2017 and english isn't my first language, lol.

It's been three hours since you stepped your foot into the squeaky clean department. Also, it's been two hours and fifty-five minutes (minus ten minutes you spent making yourself a coffee and five minutes you took for a bathroom break, which was an excuse to just get up from your workspace and do something different) since you made yourself comfortable by your desk and started working again with the weird writings and drawings you found last night at the apartment, left by what you suspected was a deviant. Looking at the same set of lines for hours turned them into uncomprehensive scribbles and doodles at this point so you couldn't make anything out of them anyway. You needed to do something else rather than stare absent-mindedly at the same page for the next five hours until your shift is done.

You wish you could say you were going in circles with this investigation but honestly, there was no circle you could even walk in in the first place.

How frustrating.

With a soft sigh, you turned your gaze to your right where Connor sat way before you even arrived, his blue LED shining and flickering as his brown eyes stayed glued to the screen. It was funny that for an android he insisted to use computers to scroll through information like the rest of the DPD did. He didn't have to, it was probably more time-consuming and less efficient to do so, but somehow it was so endearing that he makes sure to act as human as possible and blend with the rest of his coworkers.

You haven't really spoken to him today though, he was assigned to you strictly because of the notes you discovered, it was the longest you have been in his presence, which is a bummer. Usually, you would see him casually follow Hank like a puppy, hand folded behind him, long legs easily matching his anger, quick steps, and a soft smile that was always plastered on his face. You weren't sure if he was designed to always smile or chose to do so, but you decided to believe that he wants it that way. Now though you could see that soft smile and adorable chocolate cowlick up close with him working mere centimeters away from you and you couldn't help but smile yourself.

Cyberlife sure did a great job designing him.

Connor was the newest addition to the team, assigned to help the lieutenant in his cases, which definitely did not make him happy since he oh so loved his broody and lone wolf reputation. You were pleased though, you never had a chance to work with an android (and you kinda never exactly did until now). You liked Connor, maybe more than you'd like to admit, and you found yourself doubting the whole 'friendship' if you could even call it that. Yes, he was an android and he definitely wasn't programmed to like everyone (based on his previous interactions with Gavin) but somehow you found yourself hoping that after all the small conversations you shared he, at least, considered you a friend because he liked you, not because his program told him so. Were you even making sense at this point?

You let out a soft sigh, reaching out to grab a half-empty cup of stale coffee before your eyes glided back to working Connor. He hasn't moved from his stiff position since morning, his warm eyes fixated on the computer screen, subtle nose twitches, jaw tightened, smooth hand gripping the notes you wrote down yesterday as he silently analyzed the same set of information written in your handwriting over and over again before looking up at the computer screen, trying to find some kind of clue on what exactly the deviant was trying to write down or show.

As if it was that easy to understand the maniacal scribbles they left behind before running away.

He looked so focused, so eager to prove himself and his skills to everyone that he completely shut himself off from the whole department and new information from his surroundings for now so nothing will take him out of the process of decoding the messages. You were almost curious if by any chance he knows you're watching him so shamelessly or if he even realized that you joined him by your desk to help almost three hours ago.

He was cute, really cute, and in some way you felt a little weird with choosing this word to describe a grown man, or more specifically someone designed to hunt down deviants and do it without any hesitation.

You'd rather keep your observations to yourself rather than get embarrassed though that's what you told yourself with your inner voice.

You comfortably leaned against your palm, letting your gaze dance across all the soft and sharp edges of his profile. His small, pretty nose, freckled artificial skin, pursed, plush lips, and extremely long lashes. Someone put all these details down into this single design just to make fun of you and your silly little crush on an android, that you were almost sure has no algorithm that could by any chance make him like you back. It was stupid, really, but God was he too pretty to not like.

Never mind your earlier praises, you hated Cyberlife for this design.

You felt your cheeks heat up just from thinking about this, definitely not your smartest thought of the day.

You tilted your head to the side, your hair moving with your move as you glanced at him from a slightly different angle. Still pretty. Dang.

One line, second line, join these two with another line.

Without thinking much your hand danced across your handy notebook, your pen leaving gentle lines and curves as you tried to memorize his pretty features. You weren't an amazing artist but you could at least make it resemble him. That's all you needed to do. You needed to convey his pretty profile somewhere where it won't disappear, somewhere you'll be able to look at whenever you'd feel like it, and not when Hank would get up from his desk to go to your communal kitchen with his partner in hand.

You poked the thin paper with the tip of your pen, spreading small, inked dots across his sketched cheek, dragged curled lines from his eye down to his cheek to mimic his long curtain of eyelashes, and made sure that the curve of his lips was the curviest, kissable line you ever drew on paper.

Your silly attempts caused you to let out a quiet snort. I mean the sketch wasn't bad… it's just that you finally caught up with what you were doing that caused you to realize that you were acting like a lovestruck teen if not worse than that.

Stupid- said your more sober side.

You still proudly looked down at the small sketch of Connor that popped up in the corner of your notebook, it was no longer accurate though since the model decided to finally rise his honey-filled eyes away from the screen and face you instead, clearly curious about what made you laugh during a long, boring investigation.

"What's wrong detective?" Your eyes snapped back up at his seeking expression, right in the middle of him tilting his head to the side as he would usually do whenever asking a question and being actually curious about it.

Now what?

"Ah" passed your lips before you could catch yourself. What exactly are you going to tell him and make it sound not weird?

"You draw a lot?" He took your silence as an answer and leaned in to trail his eyes along all the sketched lines, his lips curling into a soft smile to your dismay, a soft whir erupting from his chest.

You silently flipped your notebook to the next page, lips pursed as you turned your face away from him to hopefully regain your ability to say something smart rather than babble while looking at his handsome face. And yet he still watched you, or more like observed you, analyzing your mouth twitch, gaze shift, and muscle tense. Clearly, he was getting what we would call 'nervous' at his seemingly failed attempt at making a small talk and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Sometimes, helps me think or get myself to reboot" He could somehow understand the concept, maybe because you used a techy word he had some experience with.

He hummed in response, shifting comfortably in his seat, almost like he could feel his muscles sore from staying in one position, and looked down at the blank page, as if the drawing was still there and he was still taking in every single stroke of your pen.

"You are quite talented" He seemed honest, maybe there was a hint of something else, and you couldn't help but chuckle. There was something so innocent behind his words, he almost sounded excited to face a new quirk humans had.

He always liked those. The quirks. Things that made people unique and so interesting.

"I guess once I retire I'll move out somewhere quiet and spend the rest of my life painting landscapes" You mumbled sarcastically, your eyes rolling as you tried to get Connor off his path to compliment you more. He would always be painfully nice to get people to like him and accept him in the department. It worked, sure but you don't need him to get you flustered at work where people can see. Especially where that asshole Gavin can see and use it to make you annoyed.

He let out another soft, vibrating hum at your small joke, leaning down to comfortably lean against his smooth hand. He was thinking, processing and rinsing your words to find a suitable answer to your lighthearted response and hopefully match your tone.

"That sounds nice, I'm glad that for now, I can enjoy your work here at the department." He replied and you let your lips form a smile at his response. I mean you could interpret it as if he wanted to work with you more. You wouldn't complain, your work quality would suffer though. Or maybe you're looking too hard into it.

"Have you tried drawing Hank before?" You let out a sharp exhale from your mouth, your laugh stuck somewhere in your throat, safe from being let out to the world. You weren't sure if it was a joke or not, if it was it was funny, if it wasn't then it was cute but still, you don't want him to feel bad for laughing at him.

Connor didn't mind, in return, his plushy lips quirked up into a bigger smile, doe eyes narrowing as the smile finally reached them while he happily watched you light up after working with papers.

"Don't know, I guess I'll ask him if he wants to model, sounds like a cute date" You wanted to continue the banter, it was somehow of an anomaly to see Connor try to joke like this, hopefully, you weren't expecting too much of him. On the other hand, hopefully, Hank didn't hear that because even though you two are friends he'll scold you for joking around at his expense and giving 'the android weird ideas'.

In return he let out a quick, soft chuckle before clearing his throat to get back to his professional self, his pale cheeks dusted with a soft, blueish color. Seems like he doesn't want to make you feel bad for laughing at you as well.

"Sounds like a lovely evening" He admitted before falling silent once again, his brown, gooey eyes now staring deep into yours, analyzing you. In moments like this, you were always envious of how he can pretty much see through you and see what you think while you're left with his pretty face and zero ideas on what might be going on through his head.

"Let's… check the notes again and work through it together" You finally suggested, trying to put the awkward conversation (on your part) behind the door and focus back again on your actual job. You let Connor shift closer to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as you flipped pages back onto the one with your infamous little drawing.

Seeing the real deal up this close made you realize how much longer his lashes actually are, how his lips are far more softer than what you left on the paper and how many freckles you haven't even put down on your drawing.

You should probably try again, maybe at home.

Maybe with him in your apartment.

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thataveragewriter · 5 months

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Hii,

I'm back from the dead and am open to requests again! I want to engage with everyone again so let me know who you want to read about!

Would also highly appreciate prompts

A few of my latest obsessions:

Alejandro Vargas

Ghost

Moon knight (all the boys)

Poe Dameron

DBH Connor

Nanami Kento

Other JJK characters, just hit me up

#dbh x reader #connor x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #ghost x reader #fluff #marc spector x reader #poe dameron x reader #steven grant x reader #cod x reader #alejandro vargas x you #ghost x y/n #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #jjk

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rosemary-morgan · 1 year

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Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Steven belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

Warning: mention of domestic violance! hurt and comfort, angst, reader is very affraid!

Summary: Connor always made you feel safe and protected. Oh, but if only Connor had seen the signs earlier, he could have gotten you out of your hell faster...

👉Read part 2

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 1)

Detroit Police Department

19 May 2040 - 22:45

Michigan, Detroit

"How does that feel, you piece of shit?"

Hank looked at the young man in front of him, his nose already smeared with blood. Handcuffed, he sat in the interrogation room and Hank was more than determined to make this bastards life miserable.

"Well, talk!"

But Hank was only met with a hateful glare and Hank was losing his patience!

"You picked the wrong girl, asshole! Sucks when she's got cop in the family, huh? Son of a bitch!"

Hank wasn't shy about getting physical. Who was going to do anything about it? For Hank, there were no rules at the moment. Besides, rules were made to be broken. Especially since he had already given Steven a bloody nose even before he brought him to the police station.

"I don't know what that crazy bitch told you! I didn't do anything..."

Without warning, Hank punched him right in the face and this time the man groaned loudly.

"FUCK!"

"You're not getting out of here alive, Steven. I know for a fact that you did this to her. You fucking scumbag!"

"The whore has started! She provoked me!"

And another punch in the face! Hank could go on like this all night long. Steven had just confessed that he had attacked Y/N.

"Just give me one reason, and I'll blow your fucking brain out!"

And when Hank Anderson was pissed, he was capable of anything! Especially when it came to protecting his loved ones and Y/N was very important to him.

"ANDERSON!"

And just as it was starting to get fun for Hank, his boss interrupted him. Unlike Hank, Fowler kept strictly to the rules. However, this one didn't know anything about this particular case yet...

Anderons looked at Y/N tormentor with hatred, leaning out towards him.

"You won’t escape me," he whispered threateningly, making Steven visibly nervous.

At the same time in Hank's apartment...

"Y/N?"

The young woman was completely beside herself, not even hearing Connor at first. The android had been very careful not to startle her, making his voice sound melancholic, so that she knew she was safe here. Here, with him. Connor looked at the young woman with concern as she sat huddled on the sofa, staring off into space. She was chewing on her fingers; her gaze seeming so blank, but at the same time you could see the countless tears running down her cheeks. Probably everything was playing out in her mind's eye at the moment. Her body was trembling and Connor feared that Y/N would not forget so easily. Inwardly, the android sighed, wondering over and over why people hurt each other. The android approached her carefully, kneeling on the ground in front of her, so as not to startle her.

"Y/N?"

This time she responded. Her gaze sought his. His warm, loving gaze that she had always liked.

"You don't have to be afraid. He can't hurt you anymore."

Not as long as Connor was with her. And Hank would never let anything happen to the young woman either. Y/N let out a sob, but nodded before her face turned back to sadness and finally burst into tears. She let herself fall forward, right into Connor's shoulder, seeking comfort from him. Carefully, Connor wrapped his arms around her delicate body, trying to soothe her by stroking her back and letting her cry on his shoulder, until she would calm down.

Here they sat now, in Hank's apartment, while the lieutenant at the station was giving hell to the man that had hurt Y/N.

"You were very brave today, Y/N," Connor whispered to her as he gently stroke through her hair. She moved a bit away from him, to look at him. Into his brown doe eyes that radiated so much warmth.

"I-I'm so glad you guys are here!"

She sobbed softly, wiping tears from her cheeks as she clung to Connor's gray jacket with her other hand. The android smiled warmly at her, nodding. Hank and he would always be there for her.

Connor stayed seated with her until she calmed down a bit.

"Would you like some tea, Y/N? Or would you like something to eat? Do you want me to order something to eat?"

But the young woman wasn't hungry. She just shook her head, smiling weakly. It was sweet how much Connor cared about her.

"No, thanks. I don't want anything right now."

Suddenly Sumo, Hank's big dog, came over, sniffing at Y/N first before nudging her with his nose and eventually resting his head on her lap. Loving as the young woman was, she stroked his thick, soft fur and sighed contentedly. Connor stroked him as well, and the dog couldn't be more comfortable at the moment. However, Sumo felt her pain and that made him sad too.

"When is Hank coming?" the young woman asked. Hank was like family to her. He had known her father well, always remembering Hank's countless visits when she was a child. After all, she was almost like a daughter to him.

"Hank's still at the office. I don't think he'll be back so soon."

Connor knew what Hank would do to Y/N's tormentor, and honestly, Connor would love to keep him company and beat some manners into Steven. Is that how you treat a woman? When Connor had found her an hour ago, her face had been streaked with tears and her nose had been smeared with blood, her top completely torn... Clearly she had been abused by her boyfriend and Connor was very glad that Y/N had asked Hank for help. She was very lucky they were both nearby. Worse things could have happened.

"Is he going to jail, Connor?"

The desperate look on her face nearly killed Connor. She was terrified of Steven and he could understand that. The android sensed an increased heart rate from her. Her body temperature changed, and when Connor reached for her hands, her fingers were so cold.

"Hey... It's going to be okay. You're safe with me."

Carefully, he lifted her chin, searching the look in her eyes that held so much fear and pain. What had this man done to her? How many days and months had she gone through this now? Connor wished he had realized all of this sooner.

"Hank and I will make sure he stays locked up!"

Hank and Connor had arrested Steven while still on the scene. Steven had been carrying a knife, had been yelling like a madman, threatening Y/N. This was clear evidence that would lead to Steven's arrest.

"I'm so scared. What if..."

Connor knew exactly what she was about to say and he interrupted her immediately.

"No, Y/N. He won't dare come near you and he will be condemned. However, you must agree to testify against him."

Connor could imagine how difficult this would be for the young woman.

"I-I... oh God, Connor..."

How was she going to do this? All she wanted was to forget and live a normal life! To have her old life back, before she had met Steven. Why had this demon come into her life? Why hadn't she noticed the red flags right away?

Y/N's whole body started to shake and Connor sat down with her on the sofa, gently pulling her into his arms, something Y/N appreciated at the moment. While burying her face deep into his chest, she could sense the fragrance of his aftershave. Aftershave? Certainly unusual for an android, but a lot had changed in the last two years. Especially after the revolution of the machines. Connor was no longer a programmed android who only took orders. No, he was an individual person who could feel emotions like sadness and love. Fears and worries; and right now, all his worry was on Y/N.

Connor was a little surprised when Y/N laid her head on his lap while stretching the rest of her body on the sofa. Connor's eyes were completely on her as he gently stroked through her soft hair, silently being there for her. It wasn't long before Y/N fell asleep from exhaustion. Finally, after so many months, she could sleep again. Without having to fear that she would be harmed in her sleep. She knew Connor was with her, and on top of that, she was in Hank's home. Her safe place was right here. Connor watched over her and he imagined all she had been through with Steven. She was so exhausted, completely broken down, and in the last few weeks she had laughed less and less. Connor hadn't known her like this. When he had first met her two years ago, she had been full of life. Her beautiful smile, her friendly nature was special in this cold world. And then Steven had taken this from her piece by piece. He was so infinitely sorry to see her in this condition.

"Don't be afraid. I will always be with you."

He was her angel who would protect her...

Careful not to wake her, Connor disengaged from her, only to gently pick her up in his arms, taking her to the guest room. She was fast asleep, the android could tell by her breathing. He laid her down in bed, covering her so she wouldn't get cold.

"Good night, Y/N..."

He bent down to her, gently kissed her forehead and stayed with her for quite a while...

As the first rays of sunlight fell through the window and warmed Y/N's skin, the young woman gently sighed as she slowly awoke from her sleep. At first, she didn't know where she was and her eyes searched the room, yet she was deeply wrapped in the sheets and she wouldn't dare get out of bed so quickly before she understood where she actually was. But when the memories came up so slowly, she understood immediately. She was more than relieved to be at Hank place.

"Thank God," she whispered as she threw herself on her back and stroked her hair. "Dear Lord, thank you..."

Instantly, Steven crept into her thoughts and fear overcame her again. What if he sought her out? What if Hank had to let him go again after all? She felt sick, her stomach tightening painfully at the thought. She pulled the blanket over her again and hid under the sheets, seeking shelter and protection as she began to cry.

"Connor..."

Was he still here?

"Connor? Connor!"

A few seconds later, the android was standing at the door, looking anxiously at the young woman who was looking at him for help. His LED glowed a deep yellow. Had she had a nightmare? Usually, after traumatic experiences, people tend to relive many things in their sleep.

"Y/N? What's wrong?"

The android sat down with her and the young woman instantly snuggled against his chest, sighing in relief as she felt Connor's strong arms around her.

"It's all right now", she whispered. Connor smiled at her words, his LED glowing a bright blue again.

"Did you have a bad dream, Y/N?"

"No", she whispered as Connor gently stroked through her hair. "I was just afraid you wouldn't be around..."

"I'll always be there," he replied softly, hugging her a little tighter to give his words even more expression. The young woman felt very comfortable around the android and she didn't feel any fear at the moment either.

"Are you hungry, Y/N?" Connor asked her after a while, but the young woman just shook her head. She had no appetite. Connor didn't think this was a good idea, but he couldn't force her to eat anything. Still, he tried to reason with her, because eventually a hot meal certainly wouldn't go amiss.

"I know you don't have any appetite. But maybe try some fruit and yogurt first? Or maybe even some pancakes?"

The young woman seemed to think about it before sighing deeply and finally agreeing to his suggestion.

"Okay, Connor."

Satisfied with her answer, the android smiled.

"Okay, then I'll prepare some for you quickly!"

The young woman ran a few recipes through her head, because pancakes with fruit and fresh yogurt sounded really good! Fluffy and delicious! Just comfort food! Wait, Connor would make them? She had to smile at the thought, because the fact that he was going to the effort to do this for her was sweet.

Then Connor rose to leave before Y/N gently grabbed his hand and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Connor. For caring so much."

And in his eyes she suddenly saw that gleam, that look of affection, which made her heart beat faster for a moment.

"No need to mention it, Y/N."

Because she was incredibly important to him, and he wanted her to be okay. Most of all, that she felt safe and secure around him. Connor would really do anything to see her smile again.

"Connor! Y/N?"

Hank brought the android out of his thoughts. The lieutenant must have been done with the interrogation and was certainly tired. After all, he had been out all night.

"Over here, Hank!" called Connor to the man. Y/N rose from her spot and met Hank halfway. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and he held her close.

"Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?"

Hank sounded tired and exhausted.

"Connor's with me. I'm fine with him," she whispered, and those were the exact words Hank had wanted to hear.

"Good. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Not yet. But Connor's about to make some pancakes."

At that, the lieutenant raised a brow.

"'Him? Pancakes? Are you sure, Y/N?"

"You want some, too, Lieutenant?"

"Sure, Connor! There's nothing like having to spend all day in the shithouse, after eating your pancakes!"

It was meant as a joke, and it didn't miss its mark, as the young woman laughed. Hank really couldn't imagine Connor cooking up something like that. But what could he say? He trusted the android as he had surprised him so many times in many ways. Probably this would be the best pancakes Hank would ever have.

But for Y/N now, of course, was interested to know what would happen to Steven now.

"Hank?"

Her serious and, at the same time, worried expression, made the smile on Hank's face slowly but surely disappear.

"Come. Let's sit down, Y/N."

Hank gently took her by the hand and led the young woman to the sofa, where he sat down with her. She looked at him with curiosity and her heart hammered madly, her hands getting cold all over again as she got all nervous. Hopefully Hank would have some good news for her.

"Y/N, we need your report."

"B-But... I don't have to see him, do I?"

The lieutenant shook her head. She wouldn't cross his path, he had made sure of that.

"No. But you have to tell us... everything," he said softly, before running a hand through his hair. He didn't like the idea of the young woman being pressured into telling the police everything in detail either. He was afraid to hear what had happened. What that bastard had done to her. But Hank knew that it could help to put Steven in jail for several years.

Connor listened to the conversation while he took care of breakfast. Sumo was not far from his feet, dozing off. Connor's LED lit up yellow again when he thought of Steven. This guy had been suspicious to him from the beginning and he cursed himself for not noticing sooner what an asshole this guy was. But he was all the more proud of Y/N for being such a brave woman.

"Okay, Hank. But I'm only going to talk to you and Connor..."

Hank nodded as he put his hand on her shoulder. Just Connor and him.

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