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stfolsom · 7 months

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ɢᴏᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴜs || cillian murphy x reader

summary || when you're a nanny, nights off are few and far between. with the family, minus mr. murphy, out of the house, you finally have time to relax. when an accidental late-night encounter intensifies, you begin to grapple with keeping to your morals.

warnings || 18+ only! this is SMUT! unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink sort of?, unspecified age-gap, alcohol, implied power imbalance, hair pulling

word count || 3,541 words

notes || this is my first fanfic on tumblr! i hope y'all enjoy. :,) obviously, this is just fiction and has nothing to do with the actual person cillian murphy.

The metal of the faucet felt cool beneath your hand as you gently turned it to the side and cut off the water supply, quietly, as if not to make a sound. It was more out of habit, you suppose, than actual necessity. The kids were all off doing their own thing, Mrs. Murphy was away on business for the weekend, and Mr. Murphy– well, Mr. Murphy tended to keep to himself and resign to his room early in the evening.

You tugged the end of your hair, squeezing the last remnants of your shower with the towel. The house was practically yours for the rest of the evening, and you had absolutely enthralling plans to park yourself in the living room and watch something until your eyelids got heavy. It wasn’t often that you had that luxury.

This job had come around by happenchance a few years ago while scrolling through thousands of “odd” jobs. The description itself was vague enough to the point that, up until you sat down with them, you had thought it was an elaborate scheme to get murdered. The surprise relief that flooded your body when it was apparent that the Murphy’s were not planning on butchering you was overwhelming, and the feeling had been shortly replaced with the flushing feeling of school girl attraction.

Mr. Murphy was handsome, no doubt. His large, almost clear-colored eyes seemed to look right through you. He oozed wealth in a very low-key way, a trait that was seemingly rare throughout your experience of nannying. You had indulged yourself in the naivety of a crush for the first month of the job, but had managed to shut it down as your nannying required more and more of your attention. Still, the prospect of being alone with him was enough to get your heart beating a little faster.

Your feet hardly made a noise as you crept down the stairs to the living room, any sound muffled by the calf-length socks you adorned. Although they had made it very clear that all the facilities of the house were yours to use as well, there was still a level of “sneakiness” that consumed your being when you walked around the house at night. It felt like a proverbial monster was waiting, crouched, hiding in the shadows of the tall walls. So when you turned the corner to the living room and saw a figure already sitting in the arm chair, your soul nearly leapt out of your body.

“Jesus!” you whispered loudly, clutching your chest as you hastily sought the source of the voice.

Mr. Murphy let out a breathy laugh and quietly shut his book, looking up at you from his perch.

“I’m sorry,” he said, the grit of his voice heightened from the quiet tone in which he spoke, “I figured you had gone out for your night off.”

“No, no, no,” you countered, rubbing a hand down your face, “it’s your house. I shouldn’t be spooked that you’re here.”

The floorboards creaked as he rose from the dark green barrel chair, carefully placing his book on the coffee table, and picking up an empty wine glass. “Well then, I won’t disturb you from your night off. I’ll be upstairs.”

You frantically moved towards him as if to usher him back into his chair.

“No, don’t leave! I don’t want to disrupt you at all, I can watch something on my laptop instead. Really, it’s no problem. Actually, I quite enjoy it–”

Mr. Murphy calmly said your name to halt your apologetic rant, closing the space between the both of you as he reached out a hand to your forearm. The touch made you halt, your eyes darting between his hand (his big, beautiful hand) and his face. “You’re not disturbing me, promise.”

“Mr. Murphy, I can’t in good conscience let you leave this room,” you chattered nervously back, trying not to lean into his invitingly warm touch. He laughed lightly at the order and let his hand back to his side.

“Then follow me.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure all color in your face drained. “Huh?”

“Follow me. I’m headed to the kitchen to get myself another glass of wine. I was planning on doing so even before you entered the room, so I’m not violating that good conscience of yours, hm?” he spoke with a slight smile on your face, brushing past you towards the kitchen. You blinked a few times and then followed lamely, suddenly feeling incredibly underdressed compared to his slacks and cardigan. The sweatshirt and (short) sleep shorts you had thrown on were incredibly, embarrassingly, juvenile in comparison to his older man sensibilities.

Mr. Murphy opened a small fridge nestled underneath the counter tops and pulled out two pristine bottles of wine.

“Do you prefer Cabernet Sauvignon or Sauvignon Blanc?” he asked coolly, uncorking the both of them. A small wisp of vapor pooled from the top.

“Um, Sauvignon Blanc,” you said plainly, cursing yourself for how smooth it rolled off his tongue and how junkily it came off yours.

He wordlessly poured himself a glass of Cabernet and you a glass of the Blanc. The silence in the kitchen was intense, an itch gathering in your spine to break it. As you opened your mouth to speak, he broke first.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying your time with us. The kids adore you,” Mr. Murphy said, handing you the glass. You took a polite sip of the wine, the dryness invading your mouth as you looked back down at the glass with a slight rouge to your cheeks.

“I have absolutely loved it. I adore them too, though with each day I can feel them slowly getting ‘too cool’ to hang around me,” you said with a small laugh, fingers rubbing up and down the stem of the glass. You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dart to watch them.

“Welcome to the reality of parenthood,” he countered, leaning back against the counter and sipping his cabernet.

“It’s brutal,” you said with a dramatic exhale, “I can’t imagine how hard it must be when it’s your actual child.”

Mr. Murphy tossed you an amused look, crossing his legs as he stood. “Do you want kids of your own?”

If you hadn’t been already blushing, you sure you were now. You looked at him wide-eyed and then took a big gulp of the wine.

“Well, maybe, I guess. I don’t know… it feels a bit cruel to bring them into a world like this.”

He shrugged his shoulders and finished off his wine with a large swallow.”

“Not that you and Mrs. Murphy are cruel! I don’t– I wouldn’t–” you said quickly, getting hit with a wave of embarrassment. “I just–”

“Hey,” he said coolly, waving a hand. “I didn’t think you were.”

You tipped your head back to finish your wine off and set the glass down on the counter louder than you had hoped for.

“It’s a very rewarding experience,” Mr. Murphy continued, rubbing his fingers across his cleanly shaven jaw. “You’re a very pretty and well behaved girl. I think you’d have great children.”

You weren’t sure if it was the onslaught of tipsiness and when you became such a lightweight, but he seemed to be much closer to you. You quipped a laugh in response.

“I’m not sure if you can say that to me, Mr. Murphy, but thank you.”

“Please, just call me Cillian,” he said, his body nearly parallel to yours as you leaned against the island and him against the counter. You could’ve sworn there was a dark sort-of hunger prowling around in those blue eyes of his.

“Cillian,” you repeated, feeling the way it felt in your mouth. His jaw tensed up, the muscle highlighted in the low lighting of the kitchen. The room felt so much smaller than it had twenty minutes ago.

Cillian put his glass down slowly, his movements precise and calculated in the same way a big cat moves. Your breath hitched, half anticipating him to pounce on you like a predator to his prey.

“I mean it,” he repeated, his eyes boring into you and that common casual indifference written onto his face, “you’re a very pretty girl.”

In one quick movement, his hand found the fabric of your sweatshirt and he firmly tugged you forward, closer to him. You stumbled, letting him pull you like a doll. Your eyes found his expectantly, searching for a sense of regret in his eyes. Instead, you were greeted with the feeling of his plush lips meeting yours.

The kiss was surprisingly chaste in comparison to how he had pulled you closer. His lips left yours as quickly as they had found them, his face still held close to yours. His hands reached up and brushed your cheeks with his knuckles repeatedly. You kept your eyes closed, leaning into the touch.

“Is this okay?” he murmured as he continued to stroke the skin of your face and neck, “I need you to tell me this is okay.”

You nodded and sighed. He lightly slapped your cheek, just enough for you to open your eyes and look at him again.

“I need you to say it outloud, darling,” he repeated.

“This is okay,” you said, resting your hand atop his.

“You don’t care that I’m your boss? That I’m so much older than you?”

The harsh slap of reality hit you and you tried not to recoil from his touch. Instead, you swallowed heavily and let the waviness of intoxication wash over you again.

“This is okay,” you said again, unable to say much more than that.

He dove back in again, recapturing your lips with an intensity he had not previously shown. You groaned in surprise, your hands finding his shoulders to keep balance. He walked you backwards against the island, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck to hold you to him. His free hand wandered up your hip and underneath your sweatshirt, finding the soft skin of your stomach and kneading it with his large fingers.

“Fuck,” he rasped into your mouth.

The corner of the island pressed into your back as you tried to keep up with the hastiness of his movements. His tongue smoothed against your bottom lip, breaking through the barrier to kiss you deeper. You mirrored his movements, trying not to let your inexperience show. You had had hookups and boyfriends before, but none that kissed you like this. None that showed this much passion.

His hand slid up from the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your head back. You gasped in surprise, grasping his shoulders a bit more.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he admitted in between kisses. “Ever since we first fucking interviewed you and I saw your pretty little face.”

Your stomach fluttered and you kissed him back harder in response, causing him to grip your hair harder. Cillian pressed his knee between your legs forcing them apart, closer and closer to where your core ached for him. You whined as he dragged his lips from your mouth and down your neck.

Cillian’s free hand drifted down from the flesh of your stomach and to the waistband of your shorts, eagerly searching out your pussy. In discovering your lack of panties, he nipped at your neck and groaned.

“No panties?” he panted in amusement against your throat. Your face felt hot.

“I didn’t think my boss would be feeling me up in the kitchen.”

Your smugness was interrupted by his fingers rubbing against your clit and then down further through your folds, smearing the growing wetness around your cunt. You whined and pressed forward, pushing your body as close to his as possible. The grip on your hair loosened, that hand moving to hold your waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and mindlessly sucked at the skin.

“You’re fuckin’ heavenly,” he breathed, massaging your clit with the pads of his fingers. You ground down into the pressure, fingers digging into his back.

“Mr. Murphy, please,” you whined, biting at his shoulder through his cardigan. The heat of his erection pressed against your thigh.

He dipped one large finger into your cunt without warning, causing you to yelp and lurch forward even more.

“I told you to call me Cillian, dear,” he said, his hot breath fanning against your ear.

His finger worked in and out of you skillfully, gathering more and more wetness with each thrust. You pressed your hips against it, seeking more pressure, more friction. Cillian added another finger, causing you to moan loudly into the soft fabric of his cardigan. His fingers pumped in and out of you creating a lewd wet noise. You felt your core begin to tighten, your grinding becoming sloppier with each thrust of his fingers.

“Oh fuck, Cillian,” you whined, pulling your head back from his shoulder to desperately find his lips. He met you in the middle and kissed you messily, increasing the speed of his fingers as he felt you tighten. You bucked against him faster, the impending orgasm causing a feeling of overstimulation that threatened tears in your eyes.

“‘M gonna cum,” you said against his lips, gripping at his back as tight as you could.

Just as you spoke, your orgasm broke and warmth filled your body. You cried out, moving your face away from his and tilting it back. The pleasure wracked your body in waves, causing your legs to involuntarily twitch and threaten to give out on you. Cillian watched you hungrily, his eyes studying every muscle in your face as he made you cum.

After letting you calm down quietly, he removed his fingers from you. The absence made you wince, cold air hitting the wet skin of your pussy. Cillian pushed the front of his body against yours, kissing you lazily and pressing his arousal into your thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he stated. The bluntness nearly knocked the breath out of you.

“In here?” you asked innocently.

Cillian wordlessly pulled you away from the counter and gripped your hand, leading you away from the kitchen and up the stairs as you stumbled after him. To your surprise, he led you to your room, which you supposed made sense. It would be too real to get fucked in the bed that he and his wife share.

He closed the door behind him, moving to you quickly to resume making out with you. Insecurity flooded your body at the messiness and immaturity of your bedroom. You pulled back and laughed sheepishly.

“I’m sorry about my room,” you whispered against his lips. “It’s not very ‘big girl’ of me.”

He stroked the sides of your face again, looking you deep in the eyes.

“It’s perfect,” he reassured, “you’re perfect.”

Cillian kissed you again sweetly, and then returned back to the depraved nature of his kisses, kneading and grabbing at your body. He lightly pushed you back onto your bed, crawling on top of you as soon as your back hit the duvet.

He didn’t waste any time removing your sweatshirt and shorts. The garments were off your body with ease, leaving you completely bare underneath him while he still was dressed in his slacks and sweater. Your hand ran up his arm to the collar of the jacket and tugged gently.

“‘S not fair,” you pouted, “take it off.”

He looked down at you with a grin and then sat up, quickly taking off his shirt and pants. You watched intently as he stripped down in front of you, admiring the tone of his body. Compared to other almost-50-year-olds, his body was trim and lithe and it drove you crazy. He pulled down his boxers to free his swollen cock and you watched in awe as it sprung up against the soft of his stomach. He stroked it gently before crawling on top of you again and assaulting your neck with kisses and nips.

You spread your legs to get him closer, your heart skipping a beat as his cock pressed against your core. You suppressed a moan and jerked your hips against his. His lips traveled further down to your breasts, kissing them gently before finding your sensitive nipples and sucking them. Cillian pulled his head back with a sickening pop as he released the nipple, your eyes screwing shut at the offense against the sensitive skin.

“Fuck me, please,” you said breathlessly, pulling his head back up to kiss your lips. He obliged happily, snaking his tongue into your mouth eagerly before sitting up.

He knelt between your legs, one hand holding your legs apart and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. You tried not to jump as you felt his slick head prod at you. He pressed in slowly, meeting slight resistance as your pussy tried to stretch to accomodate him. His tip pushed through the tightness, causing you both to gasp as he entered you. You grabbed his forearms to ground you.

Cillian continued to move forward, reveling in your whine as he filled you up. Once he was fully inside of you, he returned to hover above you and kissed you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and traced your arms up and down his back, encouraging him to move.

The first few thrusts strung as your body struggled to accept the size of his cock, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with each snap of his hips. You buried your head in his shoulder again, mouth resting against his bare shoulder as he fucked into you. He was gentle- pulling out half way and then thrusting up to press himself completely inside of you. You whimpered into his skin with each thrust.

His movements picked up, his rocking movement becoming rougher and more intense. He slammed himself into you, desperate to get deeper and deeper. He pulled back from you, grabbing your thighs to reposition you. His hands forced your knees back up against your shoulders, allowing him more access to your cunt. The first thrust into you made you yelp and reach down to grab his thigh.

“Fuck Cillian,” you mewled, “that’s fucking deep.”

He laughed and leaned forward, folding his hands behind your head and continuing to fuck you deeper and deeper. The pressure was unbearable, the noises coming out of your mouth were noises you had never heard before. You could feel his head in the deepest parts of you, pressing into you at an unrelenting pace. His breath was staggering, his eyes wandering around your face as you laid slack jaw underneath him.

“Harder,” you managed to ground out, swallowing deeply.

He sat up for better balance, using his hands to press down into the back of your legs and push them up as much as he could. His speed intensified, pulling himself out to his tip to then slam back into you with as much power as he could muster. You frantically grasped the sheets, seeking something to stabilize you.

“Look at me,” he said hoarsely.

You opened your eyes to stare up at him, his blue eyes bearing back into yours. His face shone with sweat, highlighting his marblesque facial structure. His eyebrow was slightly furrowed in concentration as he fucked you hard.

“I’m going to… I’m going to…” you tried to gather enough strength to warn him but fell flat, your eyes slightly crossing from the intensity.

“‘M gonna come inside, yeah?” Cillian spoke weakly.

You nodded and whined, keeping eye contact with him as your core tightened more and more. His hand reached down to rub your clit, causing you to crash over the edge. You came loudly, unable to hold in a yelp as pleasure washed over your body again. Your walls clenched him, drawing him in deeper and pushing him to his own orgasm.

He fucked you through the pleasure before he let himself cum, his hips staggering before slamming into yours and pressing the both of you further into the mattress. He groaned into your neck, stroking your thigh as he continued to fuck you through the aftershocks of his own orgasm. You could feel the warmth of the cum seep deep into you, his leaking head pressed as far into you as he could.

Cillian lazily kissed you and then rested his forehead against yours, his eyelashes tickling your skin.

You laid like that for a few minutes; your sticky bodies pressed against each other, his softening cock still deep inside of you. He finally sat up after the silent bliss had passed, removing himself from you with a hiss. You could feel a small trickle of warmth drip from your pussy as he moved away.

You laughed breathlessly as the gravity of the situation hit you, the weight of his body moving to lay beside you. His hand stroked your stomach lovingly as you both stared at the ceiling.

“Can we do this again?” you said quietly.

“I don’t think God himself could stop us.”

#hank writes #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n

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all-gummed-up-inside · 1 year

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a pathetic Hank? <33

A/N: this has been in the drafts for so long, I’m sorry anon

I fucking live for the idea of pathetic pervert!Hank, he’s *supposed* to be a police lieutenant, someone you could count on and trust! so how come he’s in the DPD’s grungy bathroom jerking off like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to? He tried not to! Honestly! But it’s just so hard not to stare when you wear tight shirts like that, or speak so seductively to him <3

Hank would probably lose it if Fowler ever decided to partner you and him up together for a case, this is *supposed* to be a simple homicide case, but his mind is already too far down the gutter just by being in the same car as you :( probably thinking about sneaking off somewhere to take care of his hard on before it gets too bothersome, rubbing his thighs together minutely to try and release some tension.

Hank somehow gets worse once you two start dating, because now he has access to things like your clothes or intimate photos of you <3 he’s like a dog in heat sometimes with how desperate he can get at times, always needing to get his dick wet.

Hank is a full on service top! Dom or sub, doesn’t matter, he just wants to watch as his cock sinks into you. He could honestly cum just from the sight alone if you really wanted him to <3

#dom reader #dom fem reader #dom male reader #dom!reader #dbh x male reader #dbh x reader #dbh smut #detroit become human x reader #🦆.the pond #sub dbh #sub detroit become human #sub character #hank anderson #hank anderson x reader #Hank Anderson smut #Hank DBH #Hank DBH x reader

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sugurusluts · 2 years

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An Innocent Prank

Type: Connor x Gen Neutral Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: when Hank notices how naturally cold Connor seems to be he encourages him to flaunt his models capabilities to Y/N.

“Jesus Christ are you always this fucking cold?!” Hank groaned, pulling his hand away from Connors as he handed him a file. It fell to the floor near Hanks feet as he sat in his office chair.

Connor cocked his head to the side slightly as he bent down to pick up the file once again.“My model has temperature readjustment enabled, but it seems quite irrelevant as of now. So yes, my body is much colder than room temperature” he flaunted his bodies capabilities, expecting praise.

Before Hank could respond, he noticed you lingering in the corner of his eye, back facing him, talking to Chris. His eyes lit up with an idea.

Hank has a tendency to put a cold beverage on the small of your back to make you squirm, always resulting in your screaming and tucking in your shirt. Just one of the many fatherly like teasings he gave you, but it would mean something entirely different if Connor startled you with the coldest hand you’ve ever felt.

“Con, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course lieutenant!” He smiled proudly, excited to be of use to his friend.

“Y/N would be real happy to learn about your functions, why don’t you go touch their back? They loves surprises.”

“..would Y/N be ok with that?”

“I do it all the time, trust me it’ll be funny”

“..alright then”

Hank ushered Connor towards you. Connor stood behind you as you continued your conversation with Chris, who barely acknowledged his presence behind you. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face hearing you laugh at Chris’s jokes.

Before you could react you felt the back of your shirt being lifted slightly. You flinched, expecting hank to quickly press a can of soda against you.

You yelped, arching your back away at something much colder than a soda.

“Oh god fuck you Ha-!” You spun around, seeing Connor completely shocked with tinted blue checks.

You stood still, staring at him trying to figure out why the usually passive and ready to please Connor would scare you. The pieces clicked in your mind as soon as Hank bursted out laughing.

“You dickhead!” You called out, lunging towards his desk, smacking your hands down making his desk shake. This only made Hank laugh more as you both bickered.

Connors LED flickered between blue and yellow, not understanding the sheer emotions he was experiencing, wanting nothing more than to feel you in such a vaguely intimate way again.

Connor simply stood, staring down at the hand he used to startle you. While feeling the arch in your back, his hand lingering just a little longer than it should have.

#dbh connor #Connor #connor+dbh+x+reader+smut #dbh rk800 #dbh markus #dbh kara #detriot become human #detroit become meme #connor detroit become human #connor dbh x reader #hank dbh #connor dbh

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fanficreaderlove · 4 months

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Hank Voight x HyperFem!Colleague

#hank voight #chicago pd #Hank Voight smut #moodboard #hank voight imagine #Hank Voight moodboard #hank voight x reader #hank voight x OC #Seargent hank voight

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rmoonstoner · 8 months

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18+ content. You have been warned!

Okay, so, the top 3 fics I am working on at the moment:

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# 1 - Cream & Sugar - Complete LINK

One shot, currently sitting at 12k words. Story part done, now I need to add more nasty to it. Orgasm denial and overstimulation for Peter. P in v sex, cream pie, Peter is tied to a lawn chair and you have your way with him, breeding kink, he begs a lot, blah blah blah.

Sub!Spider-Man Noir x Dom!spider!fem!reader (I think it's soft Dom, but you decide.)

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# 2 - Just A Taste - Part 2

Second part of Just A Taste. Peter takes you on a simple date. Yes. More sex. I was thinking public sex, maybe they get caught by someone? I dunno. Haven't decided. Story part is done, just whipping up the nasty. More creampie monster fuckery.

SPIDER-Man/Man-Spider Peter Parker x Sorceress!fem!reader

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# 3 - Poisoned Empanadas - Chapters 5 - 10

So much more story. Real people sex! You get nothing more out of me.

Spider-Man 2099 Miguel O'Hara x fem!spider!reader

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Runner ups:

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# 4 - No name as of yet, might be chaptered, might not be

Tiny bit of story, monster fucker sex with a magic man that looks like a demonic tentacle demon. Much nasty.

Eldritch Horror/Watcher/Supreme Doctor Stephen Strange x Watcher's Assistant!fem!reader

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# 5 - Decent into Madness

This is pure filth and crack for me. Written by me, for me, and I am sharing for others to enjoy. I am counting this as a size kink, breeding kink, monster fucker (because it's MOTHER FUCKING BEAST FROM THE X-MEN! I DON'T DO REGULAR HUMAN HANK, SORRY.) and it's nasty.

Dark Beast x Mutant!fem!reader

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I am also working on other various fics and projects and requests, but they aren't as high up on my priority list at the moment. If have seen some requests, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My muse to write is saying do these now.

❤️ 💙

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fluffykiddosstuff · 1 year

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Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)

Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores

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Markus

- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.

- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight

- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure

- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone

- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.

- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore

- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)

-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all

- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face

- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader

Connor

- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first

- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations

- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel

- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head

- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too

- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face

- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time

- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)

- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept

Ralph

- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about

- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?

- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted

- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird

- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal

- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho

- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited

- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"

- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you

Hank

- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"

- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story

- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job

- he is quite experienced, he was married after all

- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too

- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that

- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)

-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time

Gavin

-wow wow wow wow hold there a second

-what are you asking ?

-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"

-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it

-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth

-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that

-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow

-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky

simon

-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?

-man he is so sweet please just praise him already

-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you

-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time

-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands

-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him

nines

-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him

-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?

-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)

-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)

-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)

-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all

- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files

-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction

-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach

kamski

-FUCKING FINALLY

-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that

-prepared everything in advance

-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while

-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving

-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really

-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face

-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece

-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home

-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep

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orphicrose · 2 months

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Masterlist

Request

Want to do

Hazbin & Helluva

One-shots

- Old man vs Iphone (Alastor x Reader)

- Tiny spider (Alastor x Reader)

Series

- The co-host (Alastor x Overlord!Reader) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10]

Headcannons

- Stolas

Arcane

one shots

- The sunset between us (MyloxFem!Reader)

- In fire and anguish (VanderxFem!Reader)

- Legend of the horse (MyloxFem!Reader)

- Arcane Augmentation (ViktorxInventor!Fem!Reader)

Series

- Buttercup (Caitlyn x Zaun!Fem!Reader) [1] [2] [3]

Headcannons

- Close friends - Modern Au - Being taken in by silco

Detroit

Headcannons

- Connor&Hank

Rick and Morty

One-shots

- The only one (Rick x Fem!reader)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Series

- Fish out of water (Arthur x OcPirate!Fem!Reader) [0] [1]

One shots

- Stray (Mentor!Hosea x Child!Reader) - Colter (Hosea x Male!Reader) - Brothers in arms (Sean x Male!Reader) - Had it coming (Camp x Reader

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gogogodzilla · 2 years

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Criminal Analysis Masterlist

Summary: You never pictured this life for yourself. Never pictured that android cases would start piling up and you'd be assigned to figure out why they were deviating.

You were a forensic psychologist hired by the Detroit Police Department as a consultant. You usually dealt with figuring out what made suspects tick and why they did what they did. You figured it'd be the same thing, as usual, that is until a certain android walked into your crime scene and completely turned your life upside down.

Smut = ♡♡♡

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 ♡♡♡

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 ♡♡♡

Tease ♡♡♡ ➢ The spiritual smutty epilogue to Criminal Analysis aka Connor can't wait until you get home ;)

Also available on Wattpad and AO3!

Check out some of my other works here!

#connor x reader #detroit become human #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #hank anderson #no y/n #reader insert #criminal analysis #hank and connor #past!gavin reed x reader #elijah kamski is an asshole #gavin reed #chris miller #slow burn #eventual smut #elijah and gavin are half-siblings

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adoreeenina · 21 days

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Guys I did something bad I cheated on my big blue men. I'm not proud of it but what's done is done jkjk ignore my overly dramatic self

My aunt introduced me to Chicago PD and girl... I'm in love... I'm in love with another asshole if you seen the show you might know who l'm talking about... yes it's Sargent Hank Voight.

You know what that means... I have to write about him, I just have to. There's hardly any fics of him and I'm mad and sad about it

Don't worry I'm still working on "I wanna be yours" but l've been taking breaks in between cause either learned the hard way that I have to write when I get the motivation not when I force myself.

There will be crossovers from other shows and movies, other than Law and Order, Chicago med, and Chicago PD. The reader will be latina.

#Hank Voight #hank voight x reader #Hank Voight x y/n #hank voight smut #Hank Voight imagines #sargent hank voight #Chicago of #chicago med #chicago fire #law and order

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danoberry · 1 year

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★ object of your affection (hank devereaux x reader) SMUT 18+

description: after many “private” sessions with your professor, you finally get what you’ve been wanting.

content: SMUT 18+!!!, age gap (reader is in her 20s), use of the word “kiddo” a lot, kinda cum play, teasing, more stuff but it’s unimportant and it’s 12:30am

pronouns: you/yours (female reader)

wc: 2.7k

afab genitalia

AN:

hi guys! i’m really back! new content, woo! when i fade out of my interests, there’s a gap of time where i really have no interests. after i stopped being OBSESSED with paul dano, i finished breaking bad and watched better call saul, which, of course, sparked a huge interest and an infatuation with bob odenkirk. with that being said, here is the new fic. i hope everyone, even my religiously devoted dano fans, enjoy!

The sound of your foot against the floor tip-tapped with the cadence of a song running through your mind. You stood at Professor Devereaux’s door, waiting for the one-on-one session that you had asked him for, for the fourth week in a row. After his outburst in class, you had noticed he had been more stressed than ever before. You wouldn’t have cared as much if you didn’t have such a good bond with him, but with your similar humor (and consistent effort) you both got along very well. It was never your intention to become so close to your much older professor, but lack of friends and need for validation led you to this friendship.

Professor Devereaux was an ethical man. So you thought, at least until the outburst. For what it was worth, you agreed with what he was preaching. The college he taught at, the one you went to, was mediocrity’s capital. There was nothing special about it. What he said was right. The idiotic kid who kept dragging on the situation knew nothing about the man you knew. Someone practical. Someone witty. Someone caring. So as you stood there tapping your feet, you thought about how off-topic this one-on-one session with your professor could get. Or on the contrary, how off-topic you could make it.

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard a voice say as you looked up from your feet.

“Hey, Professor,” you replied, getting out of the doorway and watching as Prof. Devereaux grabbed the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door.

“Listen, kid, I’m super sleep deprived. I’ll look at your paper to the best of my ability, but I can’t promise world class advice.”

“That’s okay. I kinda just wanted to eat somewhere besides the cafeteria.”

He replied sarcastically, “Go right ahead, I’ll sit and watch you.”

He sat in his chair across from you as you grabbed the salad from your bag. You pulled up your paper on your laptop, beginning to eat.

“Jeez, you're making me hungry now,” he said, laughing and looking at his computer.

“Yeah, well, I’d offer you some but I don’t want any cross-contamination going on.”

“I’ll live. I think I have a vanilla Coke in the fridge out there. Be right back,” he opened the door, “before I die of hunger!”

You ate your salad as you waited for him to get back, aimlessly scrolling on Pinterest. When he did come back, he carried two cans of Coke in his hands, one for him, and one for you.

“See, I’m not as selfish as everyone is saying,” he said.

“Definitely not. Thanks, Professor.”

He sat down and leaned against the desk. “You gonna show me your paper?”

“Oh yeah, here.” You flipped the screen and showed him what you were working on, and he invited you to sit on the other side of the desk with him, pointing out details that you didn’t need or needed to add. You took a sip of your Coke and grabbed a mint from across the desk after you were done with the salad. Slowly, you unconsciously started to scoot closer to him, closing the gap between your bodies substantially. You looked up at his gaze upon your screen, studying his facial features. You studied his hair and his beard and its color. You watched his eyes flick from each side of the screen as he read. Right then and there, you reached a breaking point. God, you couldn’t bear looking at such a handsome face and not being able to mess with it. He was so successful and attractive and intelligent. You wanted him to ruin you.

You leaned closer to him, pretending to read your paper again. Slowly, you began to rub his shoulder as he read. He didn’t tense up or ask for you to stop, responses you could have received. Instead, he kept as he was.

“What’re you doing?” He asked absentmindedly.

“I don’t know. I’ll stop-“

“No, it’s fine. I was just wondering if you could get the other shoulder.”

You paused for a moment.

“Uh, yes sir.”

“Don’t feel obligated. You just do it very well.”

You blushed hard. “Thank you,” you nearly whispered.

“Thank you. Could you get the blinds too?”

You nodded your head while you got up, letting your hand linger on his shoulder until you couldn’t touch him anymore. As you shut the blinds, your professor looked over at you, tracking your body with his eyes. When you walked back over to him, you massaged his shoulders as he finished his reading and revising. You leaned closer to his head and watched your screen that he had control over.

“There you are,” he said, taking his hands off of your keyboard, lifting one to rub your fingers that were resting on his shoulder. “Sit down, let me talk to you for a moment.”

You let go of his shoulders and sat down next to him. “You’re one of my most promising students,” he started. “You’re not like these… ignoramuses I deal with every day…”

“Thank you, professor,” you said, nervous from the intimacy of the conversation. He leaned back and smiled.

“I think we can get rid of the formalities now, don’t you think…? You can call me Hank when we’re alone.”

You nodded your head, still blushing and timid from the conversation.

“You don’t have to act so shy,” he teased. “I know what you’re trying to do. To be frank, it’s working… if that gives you any validation. You want one-on-one ‘lessons’ with me after class almost every week, and all we do is sit and talk. I’ve caught on. Scooting close to me while I read your essays, which I know you write just so we can have these ‘lessons.’ I know you want to mess with me. You’ve got me right where you want me.”

You sat there in awe, the numbness in your thighs dialing down as you got more comfortable with the fact that he knew you were attracted to him. Hank leaned closer to you, and instead of letting him take initiative, you leaned into him and met his lips between his beard. He tasted the mint flavor on your tongue.

“What was that about ‘cross contamination?’ Wintergreen, huh? How’d you know that was my favorite?”

“Lucky guess.”

You kissed him again and felt the softness of his beard against your skin. It was a new feeling, something you had never experienced. You had only been with men your age. You melted in the thought; you were able to kiss such an experienced man, one who even knew how to speak to you so sweetly. You swooned over Hank’s quiet groans, ones he made when he was out of breath. Inching closer to the man, touring your hand up his knee and onto his thigh, he whispered to you, “Right here,” having you straddle his lap over the seat. He told you ‘atta girl’ when you adjusted your hips on top of him.

“Jesus Christ, kiddo. I don’t know how you expect me to last long if I’m getting this undone from just touching you.”

“Who knows, maybe I could teach an old dog new tricks today,” you laughed. Hank kissed your neck, tickling you and making you giggle even more.

“Who are you calling old?”

“More like… mature,” you said, still giggling from the ticklish neck kisses.

“Mature, huh? I guess you wanna know how someone so mature can make you feel then?”

“I think I’d like that very much.”

Hank took hold of your pants’ button and unclasped it, afterwards unzipping your zipper. You stood up quickly to kick them off, displaying a perfect pair of lace panties you had worn every single time you had a “session” with him. Hank unbuckled his belt, dropping it to the floor, and he undid his button and zipper.

“I bet you wore those underwear just for me, didn’t you? How dirty.”

“But you like them, right?” You asked jokingly, turning around squeezing your ass in your hands. You straddled Hank again and kissed him. “Talk about dirty, you’re about to have sex with one of your students in your office.”

“Trust me,” he said, “if I could take you home with me right now, I would.”

“And what would you do with me if you did?” You asked him, grinding a bit harder against his crotch than you were before.

“A lot more than what we can do right now.”

“Why don’t you give it your all, then?”

“Pshh, ‘give it my all.’ You’re really asking for it, huh?”

“Hank, I’m on my knees.”

You kissed him again and rubbed against his crotch, making sure he could feel the wetness seeping through your panties. Hank hummed when he felt you graze his cock. You stood up and watched as he pulled down his underwear and unbuttoned his shirt. Seeing his cock lay so perfectly against his stomach made your legs weak, and you swore you could feel yourself salivating. You bent down over his cock and watched as pre-cum leaked in little beads from his tip. You kissed the tip of his length, giving it kitten licks. You could see the twitch of his cock just from teasing him.

“God- ah- fuck, kid. Get on top of me.”

With zero hesitation, you climbed back onto his lap and moved your panties to the side, giving Hank kisses on his lips and grinding against his cock, waiting for a moment before taking him all. You stood up and positioned yourself over his cock, sitting back down with an exasperated shudder, moaning into his neck. Hank expelled a large breath against your skin, feeling your pussy wrap around him so perfectly.

“Ah- wow, you feel good.”

“Who, me?” You sarcastically remarked, panting.

Hank squeezed your ass and moved it up and down on his cock. “Don’t get all smart-elicy on me now. We both know where you get it from.”

He breathed between his teeth, almost audibly whining, when you deliberately clenched around his cock.

“If you mean myself, then you’d be correct.”

Hank pounded into you harder than before, shocking you from the abrupt change in pace. You worried to whine as quietly as you could into his shoulder. “Smart brats make good dumb bunnies, kiddo.”

“I- ah- oh, fuck!” You moaned as quietly as you could in his ear.

“Hmph, yeah, see what I mean?”

He groaned with hot breaths against your skin, making you clench harder around his cock again. You drooled against his shoulder and whined, nearly incomprehensible.

“Ah- hng- I- feels so- good!”

“You- fuck- like that?”

“Mhm..!”

Through his groans, Hank teased you again, “Hmm, I think you could have it a little more rough.”

You moaned into his neck, drooling as he pounded his cock into you, stretching your hole. Whatever response you could have given, you couldn’t. He stopped pounding into you for a moment and tucked your hair out of your pretty face to look at you, holding your hand and rubbing his calloused fingers over yours.

“You wanna bend over for me, kiddo?”

You mewled and kissed his lips, nodding, despite how tired and sore you were. You got off of his lap, feeling cold and empty from the lack of friction. Wetness seeped around your pussy and around your thighs as you spread your legs and bent down over his desk.

“I’m teasing you, but you really are doing so well for me,” he said, bending over and kissing your cheek. “Don’t lay your head like that. Here, sweetheart.” He put his hand on the left side of your cheek, creating a barrier between your head and the hard desk. Hank massaged your ass with his other hand, before shoving his wet cock back into you, making you moan at the feeling.

Hank tried keeping the noises at a minimum, yet still trying to pound into you and hit the spots that made you arch farther up his stomach. You could tell he was close to cumming, but God, you didn’t want it to end. With every thrust, you could feel him becoming more tense, groaning, letting out hot breaths. His thrusts were becoming sloppier and quicker.

“Where- oh fuck- where do you want- ah- it?”

“Cum in me, please! Please, please please!”

Hank grunted as quietly as he could, almost moaning, when you felt his cock twitch inside you. Cum spurted over your walls, making your pussy clench around him. You felt bad about not being able to cum as he pulled out of you, kissing your shoulder.

“Hank,” you said quietly as you turned around and played with your clit.

“What’s up, kiddo?” He replied in his chair, out of breath.

“I couldn’t cum,” you practically mumbled.

“Poor thing,” he said, sitting up and kissing your face. “I’ll fix it, don’t worry.”

You played with your clit softly when he sat back down in his chair, scooting towards your pussy and spreading your legs. You watched Hank as his head moved down to your crotch, and he collected the cum that was seeping out of your hole on his fingers and raised them to your mouth. You sucked them gently, before he brought his hand back down to your hole and began fucking you with his fingers and flicking his tongue over your clit. You whined out and tried squeezing your thighs, but to no avail, because he was already using his free hand to hold your legs down. You heard the wet noises that he made as he sucked on your puffy clit, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Ah- oh, fuck! Ah, hngg, Hank!” You moaned as you tried to bite your lip. You could feel his smile curl against your pussy, and you held your orgasm for as long as you could, trying to relax your muscles. Only a few seconds after, however, did you let go, pulsating and cumming all around his calloused fingers. Hank licked the mixture of his cum and yours from your hole, kissing you.

You, sweaty and nearly incoherent from being fucked dumb, mustered up a, “You’re kissing me with cum in your mouth, but I’m the dirty one.”

Hank laughed at your ability to joke, even though you were so tired and cum-drunk. “You got me there,” he said, kissing you again. You sat there, batting your eyes as you looked up and his foggy glasses.

“Thank you,” you said, quietly.

“Of course, kiddo. Thank you. You’re the best I’ve had in years.”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Well maybe not the best behaved, but…”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. Hank grabbed a few tissues from his closet, along with a blanket that he gave you once you hopped down from his desk. He wiped your legs off and around the base of his cock, getting himself ready for his class.

“Don’t come to class today. Take a nap, I know you need it,” he said, putting his chair back. He kissed you when you sat down, and put his pants on after buttoning his shirt.

“I gotta get to my lecture and get this mess off in the restroom. Lock the door behind me, I’ll tell you when I’m back.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You’re a good girl, you know that?”

“I guess I do now,” you said, with a smirk on your face. Hank shook his head with a smile and kissed you again, before straightening himself out and walking out the door, shutting it behind him. He opened it back up and peeked in for just a second.

“Same time next week?” He whispered.

“Sooner.”

“You got it.”

#lucky hank #bob odenkirk #bob odenkirk fic #lucky hank fic #better call saul #danoberry #better call saul fic #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill fic #saul goodman #saul goodmanfic #saul goodman smut #jimmy mcgill smut #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman x reader #hank devereaux smut #hank devereaux x reader #better call saul smut #bob odenkirk x reader

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citygirlcharlotte · 1 year

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The Sister Halstead (Part 13)

Hank Voight x Reader

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“You sure?” Henry asked me as we were getting ready for bed that night. I was already on my laptop looking at baby clothes.

“This just feels like the right time. Plus when am I ever going to have everyone together like this?” I mused.

He joined me in bed, maneuvering me around so he could see my screen.

“Jay and your dad are going to kill me.” He stated.

“You can take them.” I laughed as I kissed his cheek.

We stayed up most of the night brainstorming the perfect reveal and I was so excited to share my little bundle of joy with my family. I woke up Henry the next morning with excited giggles, placing kisses all along his face and neck.

“Wake up!” I whined.

He opened a singular eye mockingly before closing it again and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you more than anything.”

“More than our little love bug?” He joked, hand coming to stroke our babies home.

“Considering you gave me them, yes.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss to his jaw.

I caught the bottom of his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Henry’s hand made his way to my thigh to throw it over his hip. Obviously I had no choice but to ground my pelvis on his.

“Horny this early in the morning?” He joked.

“I have the hottest baby daddy, what am I supposed to do?” I sighed, pushing his boxers down and sliding his tip between my folds.

“Say please.”

“Please.” He moaned, bucking into my hand.

“Good boy.” I moaned, sliding down his length.

We moved at a languid pace, kisses and moans filling the room.

“Right there.” I cried. The feeling of him hitting my cervix was not something I would ever get used to.

“Fuck baby.” He whined, slamming my hips back onto his length.

“Please!” I cried. Now I was the one whining for a release. He took mercy on me and moved his thumb to caress my clit.

In a matter of moments, I was falling over the edge and collapsing on Henry’s chest. He continued to chase his high and thrust into my sopping heat before letting out a guttural moan and filling me up.

“God damn it I love doing that.” He admitted.

“I know, that’s how I got pregnant.” I laughed, falling to the side and laying my head on his chest.

After what felt like hours of laying together, it was time to get this plan in action. As I was getting ready for some errands, Hank sat on a stool, talking to my little bump.

“Today’s the day bub, we’re going to tell your grandparents and your uncles about you.” He murmured, shoving his face into my stomach.

“I wish we could tell your brother. I hope he’s up there with you in heaven taking care of you until mama and I get to meet you.” He confessed.

I felt myself tearing up as I dropped my curler and ran my fingers through his hair.

“I’m sure Justin is watching over our baby. How about you tell Erin next if you want to?” I proposed.

He smiled sadly up at me before returning to his secret conversation.

“I hope it’s a girl.” I mused.

“Me too.”

The afternoon rolled around with us enjoying a beautiful backyard picnic. We had a white tent with the most aesthetic array of every food I could think of. I had 4 little boxes hidden to the side for the big reveal.

“Do you guys really have to go back?” I pouted to my parents.

Having them here for the long weekend made me realize how much I missed being around them all the time. Especially with the baby coming, I wanted them to stay in Chicago.

“We’ll be back all the time okay? Your dad just bought another apartment down the block from yours, so I’m sure we’ll be here more often.” My mom reassured me.

“Speaking of apartments, here are your keys boys.” My dad smiled, handing off keychains to Will and Jay.

“We can’t thank you enough Mr. Lahey.” Will said, expressing his gratitude.

“It is not a problem and please call me Charles. You two are family now and I feel better that Charlie isn’t living alone.” Dad explained.

“Hardly alone when Hank’s always there.” Jay mumbled, taking a drink from his glass.

“Heard that.” Henry replied.

“Nonetheless, thank you, Charles.” Jay smiled, giving my dad a firm handshake.

After indulging in way too much desert, it was time for the main event.

“I have a surprise.” I announced excitingly, moving to grab the little boxes with everyone names on them.

“You guys have to open it at the same time okay?” I instructed.

With a collective nod, everyone took a hold of the ribbon securing the box.

“On three! One, two.. three!” I yelled.

They all yanked their ribbons free and reached into the box for their gift. My mom opened her box to a onesie saying “grandmas favorite”, my dad got a coffee mug saying “promoted to grandpa”, Jay got a bottle of scotch that says “pairs well with becoming an uncle” and Will got a candle that says “smells like you’re gonna be an uncle”.

At first, no one reacted. They all just stared at their gift in silence. My mom was the first to lift her head with tears in her eyes.

“A grandma?” She cried, clutching the onesie to her chest. My dad was quick to follow her with a shocked expression.

“You’re pregnant?” He gasped.

I nodded excitedly as tears came down my face.

“Oh baby!” Will shouted, smelling his candle before reaching over for a hug.

My mom joined us in the hug as my dad and Jay looked at each other before looking at Henry.

“Say something.” I laughed, staring at the men in shock.

“Congratulations Honey.” My dad smiled, hugging me as well.

Jay continued to sit there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You got my sister pregnant?” He asked, flabbergasted. Before anyone could really gauge a reaction, he got up and punched Henry in the face. Again.

“Seriously Jay? This is the second time. I’m still your boss.” He groaned. My dad helped him off the ground with a laugh.

“No more hitting, I need my grandchild to grow up with a father in one piece.” My dad joked.

Jay finally came over and brought me into a hug.

“I’ll kill him if he ever hurts you.” He whispered, holding onto my tightly.

“Thank you.” I cried, soaking his shirt.

I was finally able to make my way back to Henry and inspect his face.

“He was holding back. The first one was worse.” I joked.

“I bought an ice pack for a reason.” He admitted, pulling out a cold one from the cooler.

“I’m so excited to be having a baby with you.” I cooed at him.

“I’m excited but terrified. I can’t believe I get to be a dad again.” He admitted.

That made my mom sob and pulled him into a hug.

“Welcome to the family Henry.”

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voightsangel91 · 1 month

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A/N: There is no real plot here. Just a bunch of descriptive filth that I needed to get outta my system. Not proofread or anything like that so there may be typos and errors. My phone is getting ready to update and god only knows how long that wouod take. But I hope yall enjoy some good old Voight filth. Picture season 1 or season 2 Voight. I know I did while I wrote this 😂 😋🤤🥵🔥

Desiree looked into Hank's eyes as he reached his hand out for hers. She takes his hand and follows him out of the bar and to his vehicle. There were no words exchanged, only glances and smiles. They were both pretty confident that their minds were on the same page after that third drink. Neither were impaired by alcohol. Hank drives them back to his place. When be pulls in the drive way, he parks and looks over at Desiree again. He raises his hand to cup her cheek gently between his fingers. Desiree nuzzles into his touch and closes her eyes. She leans in closer and her right hand rests on his leg. Hank's eyes drop down to her hand as she begins to slowly rub his right leg. She had no idea what she was doing to him. Or did she?

“Come on, let's go inside.” Hank says pulling his house key from his pocket. Desiree stood at his side as he unlocked the door and stepped aside to let her in. She hears the door click and lock as it's closed behind her. Then she feels Hank behind her. His arms wrap around her from behind and his mouth finds her exposed neck, thanks to the low collar on her shirt. Desiree closes her eyes and groans softly, feeling the sergeant's lips working over the tender flesh at the side of her neck. His hands around her waist made her feel butterflies as his fingers disappeared under the red fabric of her shirt.

Desiree's skin was warm to the touch. Partly due to the alcohol. Partly due to the way that Hank was touching her. Another soft groan escapes Desiree as she steps out of her shoes and shoulders off her jacket. Hank watches Des move towards the stairs. “Let's go get more comfy in your room.”

“Top of the stairs. Last door on the left.” Hank says as his eyes followed her every movement. Desiree led the way to his room and she felt that Hank was only an arm's length away. She pushes the door open to his room and looks around. The room looked unused. The bed was still made and nothing looked out of place. He must not have spent much time in there.

The door closes and Hank watches as Desiree slowly strits out of her clothes. She stands before him in Grey thing and a matching bra. Her eyes find his and she reaches out for him. “Damn, you're gorgeous.” He says rubbing his right hand over her left hip. “You're perfect.” He places a kiss to her lips.

“Your turn to strip down cowboy.” Desiree grins. She moves over to the edge of the bed to sit down. Hank toes off his shoes and pulls his black sweater over his head. He drops the clothing down in a small pile on the floor at his feet. He reaches for his belt as Desiree watched him. “Let me do that.” He nods, moving closer. Desiree skillfully undoes his pants and pulls them down his legs to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs. Hank's hard cock was straining against the fabric. He let's out a groan as she touches him through his boxers. She liked what she saw.

Desiree scoots back on the bed, motioning for Hank to follow her. He kicks off his jeans and crawls into the bed with her. Her legs part slightly to allow him to sit between them. Hank watches her get comfy against the pillows and starts to place kisses along her body. “Hank…I need you.” She whines.

A smirk forms on the Sergeant's face as he nips at her neck and chest. “How bad do you need me?” He grounds his hips against her.

“I'm fucking soaked for you daddy.” She breathes out, wrapping a leg around his waist.

Curious as can be, Hank runs his hand up her left thigh and works his way to the inside. When he reaches his destination, he can feel the wetness around her entrance. “Damn, you weren't kidding.” He wasn't lost on the fact that she'd called him daddy either. “Call me daddy again.”

“I need you so bad daddy…please take care of me.” She whines again.

“Daddys gonna take real good care of you baby, I promise. Be patient, doll.” He says.

Desiree squirmed a bit underneath him. She was getting more and more desperate by the minute. She just wanted him inside of her, fucking her crazy. Her belly was flip flopping and doing summersaults inside as she anticipated his next move.

“You want me inside first or can I play a little bit first?” Hank asks, slipping off his boxers and tossing them aside. He used his thumbs to slowly remove the soaked thong from her body. She lifts her hips so he could pull it off of her. “Can I have you inside first? Please daddy? I need to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you deep inside.”

Hearing her vocalize exactly what she wanted turned Hank on even more. He's hovering over her body at this point. He gives himself a few strokes before separating her thighs further apart. “I'm gonna give you what you want because you're begging so nicely. Be a good girl and help guide me in.” Des reaches between them and grips his cock in her hand. She couldn't resist the urge to stroke him a few good times before lining him up with her entrance. Hank slowly pushes his way inside of her, allowing her body to adjust to him. He goes in so far and pulls back out before going all the way back in. When he bottomed out, he adjusted their position as he started to rock his hips against her.

Desiree's hands find Hank's neck and shoulders to hold onto. He was taking his time completely lost in her warmth. It'd been a while since the last time, but he felt like he was in heaven right about now. “Fuck yes…you feel so good.” He says closing his eyes and keeping that slow, steady pace.

Desiree was lost in her own little world too. She was used to the guy's she dated being rough and fast when it came to sex. The fact that Hank was taking his time was doing wonders for her. Her eyes fell shut as they moved together. Quiet moans, curses and calling out Hank's name could be heard.

“Faster baby…that's the spot right there.” Desiree breathes gripping Hank's shoulders. He leans down to kiss her chest, teasing her nipples. That causes another satisfied groan to leave her. He quickens his pace as Des frantically reaches to grab the mattress. “Oh fuck…just like that Hank…oooh I'm gonna cum…please don't stop…right there, right there! Oh fuck…I'm cumming!” She let's out a squeal as that warm, familiar feeling floods her belly and she feels herself letting go. Her body shakes and trembles underneath Hank as he whispers sweet nothings and praises into her ear.

“Holy shit…look at this mess you made…” Hank thrusts a little harder into her. “Do it again for me. Cum for me again.”

“Fuck me harder daddy…I'm almost there again.” Desiree pleads as she feels Hank grip her hips and slams into her again. “FUCK!” She hollers as another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her a whimpering and shaking mess underneath Hank.

“Good girl…that's a good girl.” He pants. “Daddy's turn to cum now.” He switches their position so that she is on all fours and he's behind her. Hank grips her waist and slips back inside, setting a fast pace so that loud smacking noises could be heard in the room. He gives her ass a quick slap as he chases that release he was desperately looking for. Des moaned and called out his name and whispered dirty things to him, pushing him further and further towards the edge. Hank feels her clenching around him, signaling another impending orgasm. “You gonna cum again?”

“Oh fuck…yessss…” She answers breathlessly. “Wait for me. I'm almost there..just a few more…” He groans as he feels her tighten around him. “Not yet baby…wait for daddy.”

“I'm trying…I can't hold it long daddy, please.” Desiree whines.

“You're doing great…almost there…” Hank's thrust are erratic and sloppy now as he chases his release. Desiree hears his breathing change slightly and knows that he's about to cum. He curses loudly and his hips stutter as he pulls out of her and cums on her ass. Desiree cries out from the loss of him inside of her as she releases too.

Hank flops down on the bed beside her and pulls her in close, pulling a sheet over top of them while they caught their breath. Desiree listened to his heart thudding in his chest as they both tried to calm down. She leans up to kiss his chin, lazily making her way to his lips. “I wasn't expecting that…” Desiree says quietly.

Hank has a proud smile on his face. “Did I wear you out?” He asks.

“A little bit. But I'm definitely not done with you yet, Sarge.” Desiree smirks. His cock twitched a bit at the mention of his rank. “Round two starts in a few minutes.”

“I'm ready.” He says pressing kisses to her forehead.

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Lost & Found - A Guero (Mayans MC)/OC Story.

Okay, okay! I cave to the demand and the excitement I have warmly received from you all. Here you go, darlings. First chapter is here. I can’t promise I will be posting the second next week just in case I want to do ANOTHER deep dive into the editing, but since I am just over halfway through writing it now, I thought I would at least post the first.

Story is somewhat canon, with a few changes here and there to suit my artistic vision... i.e. I kicked canon in the ass and told her to go home, hahaha! Oh, I also gave Guero a surname, too! I tried to keep him as true to who we see on screen, but obviously since we didn’t get him for long, some of his characterisations are of my creation. Don’t like it? Don’t read. Simple as that.

Nervously and excitedly awaiting your feedback, eeek! :)

Words - 3,834

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

Unknown numbers. Ezekiel Reyes often received more than he wished to endure upon the burner phone he used for club business. Regularly they were legitimate, but occasionally telemarketers, such annoyances he simply hung up on instantly. While walking from his trailer to the clubhouse, he expected the call coming in to be that of nuisance, 11am seemingly the call centre worker bee’s peak time to bother him about his long-distance courier needs, or savings on his energy bills.

It was no telemarketer, but he almost disconnected the call all the same in sheer disbelief.

“Ezekiel Reyes?”

“Who wants to know?” His journey across the yard was undisturbed, watching as Bottles and Nestor took in an alcohol delivery, a nearby Guero and Downer giving them the usual offering of shit talk.

“Rocco Lombardi.”

He stopped dead in his tracks. The Rocco Lombardi was reaching out to him? Nah.

“This your idea of a joke?”

He heard a deep chuckle filter down the line. “I’m more of a knock knock, who’s there kinda fella.” Remaining paused, he thought whoever it was had at least nailed the thick, New Jersey accent. He had to give them props for that, he guessed. “Listen, you got FaceTime, I take it?”

“I do, but...” The line cut dead. Five seconds later and sure enough, a FaceTime call came in. EZ nearly fell over when there on the screen, appeared the face of the big boss, the notorious and famed king of the mafia. There he was; the head of the biggest, most powerful crime family on earth. Rocco Lombardi.

“That better?”

He raised his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Yeah, the confirmation is appreciated.”

“Good. Now not for nothin’, but I can’t fuckin’ stand video calls, encrypted or not. I’ll call you back.” Once again, the call disconnected, the cell ringing after a few moments. All the while EZ could feel his ego swelling, realising truly how far he’d come in his leadership that he was being sought out by someone of such standing within the criminal underworld. He was nothing short of surprised when he eventually found out why, though.

He’d always believed that the code of La Cosa Nostra forbade their operations to extend into the realms of drug trafficking. To be specific, he’d assumed it stemmed from reasons of mortality, perhaps a skewed sense of Catholic guilt, when in fact, the commoner explanation was far simpler.

The prospect of a lengthier prison sentence, of course, increased the propensity of their members turning upon the organisation, becoming government informants in order to secure a more lenient custodial term. When the federal carrot is dangled before a desperate man, one looking at forty years when his assistance could mean all he ends up serving is ten to fifteen, tongues tend to be loosened.

Rats out themselves, major players are taken off the streets and ultimately, the government wins. It would be very reasonable to assume that the code is in place for this very reason, to prevent such catastrophic damage within their organisation and family infrastructure. The risk is not worth the payout. Or rather, it is bendable to the point of unrecognition when those doing said bending can earn a substantial profit.

Enter Rocco Lombardi and his proposition.

“I think we could mutually benefit from the blending of your organisation with mine, Mr Reyes.” Lombardi was intelligent enough to be concise, even when speaking upon the relative safety of a burner phone. He hadn’t gotten to the top because he was sloppy. Lombardi had sat at the very head of the hierarchy for years, after all. He was hailed as the boss of all bosses for a reason.

They’d once given John Gotti the monicker of Teflon Don, because nothing ever stuck to him in the way of evidence to bring about charges. That was until his own underboss has turned on him, the evidence given at trial by Salvatore “Sammy the Bull” Gravano leading to his incarceration. Truly, if there was one overlord within the organised crime world who lacked cohesion, it was the man who ruled the Romano crime family with an iron fist.

EZ Reyes had launched into thoroughly researching Lombardi after his reaching out to him, learning the ins and out of his character, how much of a slippery customer he was, how – and it went without saying – he would use people as pawns to further his own reach and agenda. It went without saying because it was the way of his own world, too. Within his MC, he went about the very same, albeit on a much smaller scale.

Rocco Lombardi’s reach was, to put it simply, enormous. EZ and his VP would be lying if they’d have claimed that bearing such in mind, it hadn’t piqued their curiosity over what on earth he could want with a Californian based MC. For all intents and purposes, the man had his operations not merely sewn up tightly, but steel reinforced.

“All I know is we gotta play it carefully, mano,” Bishop had sagely advised prior to their leaving Santo Padre to for a face to face with the mafioso legend, Rocco insisting that a larger MC presence not assemble in the interests of it remaining nothing short of clandestine. “Our worlds might be similar, but the mafia play by an entirely different set of rules. I ain’t saying you’re not smart enough to outsmart the guy, but he’s the kind who will have thought three moves ahead before we’ve even stepped foot into that hotel suite.”

EZ had sipped his beer, narrowed eyes unmoving as he’d absorbed the words of the former president with all the credence they deserved. Bishop had, after all, been approached by the mafia before. His reasons for turning down an offer from a different crime family had been solid in their validity, and EZ knew he would be a fool to let this warning go unheeded. Especially since the club were on their knees where their drug trade was concerned. He also knew that somehow, Rocco likely knew this, too.

The mafia tended to have ears in the very last places one might expect them to extend. He also knew that they preferred to keep their operations within the Italian American brotherhood if they could at all help it, so the need for an alliance was somewhat even in its beneficial mutuality.

“I guess we just have to wait and see what this sit down entails.” Truly, it was all they could do.

The time passed quickly between then and the two of them riding through the strip, both separately feeling the mist of apprehension gather, until they were parking up at the hotel and casino they were scheduled to meet Lombardi at, their demeanours switching to cool composure before they’d even entered the building.

The two men dressed in denim, flannel and leather looked out of place as they strode across the foyer of the MGM Grand, the buzz and tacky decadence of Las Vegas swirling all around them. Gamblers bet it all, slot machines flashed in frenzy while spitting out endless streams of coins, and alcohol flowed without restriction, certainly enough to keep it so the house always won.

Would it be their own win he was sealing, EZ thought while waiting for the elevator, or was this the biggest and most uncertain gamble the club were about to make to date? He guessed the next few hours would tell, whether or not he was about to be presented with a winning hand.

The ding of the elevator roused him, both stepping inside, Bishop pressing the button for the tenth floor. EZ stared straight ahead at his reflection in the shiny metal of the elevator doors, noting the haunted veil that hung over his features. Shadowy eyes and skin bearing many more lines than a man in his mid-thirties should do were now his staple in appearance, a few further flecks of grey in his hair also.

Ezekiel Reyes was a man barely holding it together, but his demeanour did not give away the tumult that gnawed at his guts and yanked at his nerves, even if it had seemed to age him five years in just over seven months. His control was as unquestionable as it was unshakable, even in the dark times his club was currently under the duress of. He would never, ever let the toll it was taking upon him show.

He was in Vegas, after all. Home of the poker face.

The man at his side, though? He saw through the veil. He knew. In the interests of helping him glue back together the smashed fragments of the MC, he chose to keep his observances to himself. When he’d reigned supreme, if someone had pointed out his weak points, he would have shown no magnanimity in return. He knew better than to antagonise. Bishop Losa was nothing if not tactile these days, with how much delicacy teetered upon a knife’s edge, how much was at stake.

The elevator shunted to a stop, the doors gliding open, the men exchanging a look and a nod before they exited, walking in step down the long hallway. Coming to a stop in front of room eight one five, EZ reached to knock, his arm suddenly grasped, preventing the rap of knuckles upon the sleek, white enamel.

“Whatever goes down in there, I got you.” Bishop’s words were delivered with a solemn nod, EZ returning it before knocking the door. They stood tall as they waited, unflinching, rock-like in their demeanour, the door opening to reveal a slight yet menacing looking man in an expensive suit. He eyed up the two men standing before him, his lips pursing slightly as he stood back to allow their entrance.

“Guns on the table.”

EZ’s brow knitted. “The fuck?”

“You heard me, stronzo. Guns. On. The. Table.”

Neither man took well to his condescending delivery, both irked at the display of what they considered to be one hell of a chip upon his shoulder. EZ was just about to offer his retort when a voice came from further within the suite.

“Stop playing rottweiler and let my guests in, Mario. If we’re armed, so can they be, too.” Immediately, he stood aside at the instruction of his boss, a large, dark-haired man rising from his seat at the dining table, two armed men stationed in opposing corners of the suite. “My apologies. This one here, he can be a hot head, y’know?”

Although seemingly personable right off the bat, there was an aura surrounding Rocco Lombardi that virtually crackled with menace. His ‘thou shalt not fuck with me’ demeanour was beyond palpable. “Take a seat, fellas. Can I offer either of youse a drink?”

EZ’s eyes flitted around the room, taking in every detail. He stored it all on the internal hard drive that was his brain, his guard up as naturally it should have been. “No, thank you.”

Rocco took the rebuff in his stride, gesturing to the chairs opposite as he sat again. “A man who likes to get straight down to business. I can appreciate that.” Down to business was exactly how it went, no pleasantries, no idle chatter. Rocco cut right to the chase.

“My proposition is simple, Ezekiel. My current methods in transportation of product are, shall we say, attracting more attention than myself and my associates are comfortable with, y’know? I need to implement a one stop solution. I also need a far more financially viable method of my product crossing the border from Mexico than I’m currently paying through the fucking nose for.”

Bribes. Of course, Lombardi meant bribing the border control, an exercise EZ knew likely cost fortunes, cutting into a profit margin the mafia were probably tired of having bites taken out of. “This is where the MC comes in, youse and your tunnel.” EZ’s eyebrow twitched, just a fraction, Rocco smirking at the tell.

“Yeah, I know all about it. Ain’t many places my ears don’t have reach. I want that tunnel as a new channel to move my product across the border, which then will be transferred to the Port of San Diego, to a designated shipping container the day it ports. You unload into the container, minus your personal cut that will ensure you keep the monopoly on supply within the Californian correctional facilities, and you also get a nice little monetary injection for you and your boys on a monthly basis. How’s that sound?”

EZ took a moment to ponder, his fingers knitting before him on the table, arm muscles flexing as he shared a sideways glance with Bishop. “Sounds like there’s a catch.”

Rocco smirked, taking a long puff on his cigar, his eyes twinkling through the thick plumes of smoke as he leaned back in his chair. “You move two tons at a time. That is non-negotiable.”

Two fucking tons every month. Holy mother of god. Before they’d even entered that room, they of course knew the reach of the Romano crime family, that it was extensive. Worldwide, even. Two tons of heroin every four weeks truly hammered home just how far Lombardi’s tentacles reached within the criminal underworld. The risks associated with that were unfathomable, EZ lifting his chin, his poker face firmly set once more. “I’m gonna need to see a number, the nice little monetary injection you speak of.”

Rocco reached into the pocket of his suit, removing a pen, taking a napkin from the table before him and scribing a number upon it, sliding it across the polished wood. Upon viewing it, EZ’s well trained blank façade slid south quickly, showing it to Bishop.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

His quiet exclamation was no understatement over the amount of zero’s scrawled upon the napkin.

“I assume you know of our current difficulties with the LNG?”

The tall man nodded. “Quite a fucking pasticcio youse have gotten yourself into, eh?” His smile widened suddenly, slowly drawing his thumb and forefinger from the corners of his mouth down to the centre of his lip. “If you do the first shipment for free, I can take care of that, as well as your issues with the knuckleheaded, heavy arms wielding fuck heads you got yourselves caught up in, too.” He hissed a breath over his teeth, shaking his head. “Fentanyl, gentleman. What a risky business that is.”

What in the fuck didn’t this man know about their operations? EZ was all but surprised that Rocco wasn’t clued in on the colour of his underwear by that point, the man seemingly well informed, his intel even extending to knowing about their deal with Cole.

He rose to his feet, jerking his head towards the balcony. “If you could give myself and my VP a moment?”

Rocco made a passive motion with his hand, nodding. “Sure, take your time.”

They strode across the suite, wallet chains rattling and leather creaking the only sounds to permeate the silence of the room, EZ sliding the glass door open. The warm Vegas air hit him, his eyes narrowing as he looked out over the luminosity of the strip, thousands upon thousands of lights twinkling. They glittered a promise of wealth and prosperity hinged upon a gamble, which was exactly what Rocco Lombardi was offering up to them.

“You have to back me on this when we take it to the table. The risk is massive, and I appreciate that, but this? This is our way out of it all. Our way out and our ladder to climb back to the top.”

Bishop considered the words of his president as he pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one up. A massive risk; fuck, that was putting it lightly. It was a fool’s errand, in short, transporting such a colossal consignment of heroin. The pay off, though? If they could execute each run flawlessly, it would be beyond worth it. Santo Padre would be back on top, and the Mayans kings of California.

He wanted with everything he had to back EZ, but something persistent tugged at him deep in his guts. The old adage ‘too good to be true’ echoed through his mind. There had to be another catch. For all appearances, said catch appeared to be the two tons of narcotics, the kind of consignment that would mean the MC would never see the outside of a prison for the remainder of their lives, should they be caught moving it. However, he felt there was another shoe yet to drop from Lombardi’s perspective.

Conflict rose in him like an unpleasant tempest, knowing that they were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Take the deal and shoulder an enormous risk or walk away from it and try to seek a way out of their mess alone. Being in the pocket of the mafia was a dangerous location, he knew that; they both knew that. In this instance, no matter how much trepidation he felt, he had to concede that Lombari’s offer was very much the lesser of two evils.

Still, it didn’t prevent him voicing the concern. “I feel like there’s something extra he’s gonna have us on the hook for further down the road.” Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, he turned to his president, brows furrowed, his head shaking softly. “I wanna back you, but I don’t trust him.”

Neither did EZ, if he was honest. “We don’t need to trust him. We need to make ourselves indispensable to him. The weight of his organisation has the power to break us completely, and I’d be an idiot if I didn’t see that, Bish. We gotta remember that he’s coming to us because he needs this symbiosis too. If he had any other plan to move his product, he’d have exacted it by now. What he’s offering us in payment solidifies that. He needs to lock the MC down.”

He took a breath, his eyes once again focusing on the lights below. “And our backs are against the kind of wall we can’t break alone. Rocco Lombardi can not only break that wall, he can obliterate it completely. We can’t refuse.”

Upon their return to Santo Padre, an immediate templo was called, the proposition repeated, a vote cast. It was, just as EZ had anticipated, a unanimous yes. Hell, it wasn’t like any of the men assembled around the table hadn’t known that extreme danger was exactly what he was signing up for, and this was about a risky as it got.

Moving heroin two tons at a time for the mafia was the height of hazardous endeavours, but the payoff would elicit the kind of money and power they had been striving for. Sure, they were still ultimately under someone else’s thumb, but in the world of the MC, Santo Padre rose like the phoenix from the proverbial ashes. If they were careful and exercised caution, they would remain risen, too.

The operation was undertaken with military precision. The two tons of heroin were moved through the tunnels from one side of the border to the other, then stowed away down there for a day before the Mayans arrived, loading one ton into each van. The vehicles both then hit the road, two members within, two members upon motorcycles escorting at the front and rear, and EZ leading the way.

They drove far enough apart not to attract the attention that such a closely assembled convoy likely would, with EZ a quarter of a mile in front, so he could warn of any upcoming complications that might lead to said convoy needing to peel off the freeway. Since the run was done at 2am, the risk of such was minimised greatly, yet still they always prepared for the worst-case scenario. This is why two vans were utilized, when all it truly took was one. If one broke down, then there they were, stuck with a life sentence cargo on the side of the freeway, rather than another means to continue their journey.

Arriving at the port, EZ gave the usual nod to the guard, a guard whose pockets had been nicely lined with mafia cash, who would duly send another of his team down to the container as soon as the Mayans left, standing guard until the cargo was loaded onto a vessel bound either for New York or the far east the following morning. Yes, the tentacles of Rocco Lombardi even reached over to the Yakuza, the Japanese criminal organisation taking two tons of product off his hands on a bi-monthly basis.

The shipment they were about to offload on that particular night was heading straight back to New York, the guys all assembling, the usual banter firing back and forth.

Downer, of course, was at the epicentre of it. “Hey, I thought there was meant to be whores on the dockside? That’s a thing, ain’t it? We’ve been here four times before now and no damned pussy anywhere.”

Angel lit a cigarette, raising his eyebrows. “Man, where the fuck you get that from?”

“He’s right,” Hank chimed in, “but about a couple hundred years out of date. Hookers used to frequent the docks back in the eighteen, nineteen hundreds. Gave lots of navy men who’d been at sea for months at a time a rampant case of the syph.”

Guero couldn’t help himself. “Eighteen hundreds. Back in your youth, huh bro?” He was shot a look of pure distain from Downer, his chirp continuing. “I bet you’d like the crotch rot. You’re a sick enough individual to probably be into it.”

“It’s his kink. Itchy balls and a putrid cock, man,” Bottles interjected with, earning a snort laugh from Guero and an incredulous stare from Downer.

Aggressively delivered middle fingers were raised. “Fuck you and fuck you even fuckin’ harder!”

Bottles grinned at the rise he’d gotten. “You wish.”

“You’re getting way too smart with that fuckin’ yap of yours, prospect,” he snorted, pointing at Guero. “Been spending too much time with him and his big mouth.”

The man himself beamed, pulling his hood up. “What can I say?” He held his arms in wide expression, his smirk growing. “I’m infectious. Like your cock, just way less scabby.” He received a boot in the ass as he turned, heading straight over to the yellow container and hauling the levers to open it. What he expected to see within were the usual lines of packing cases into which they would load their cargo, with a specially marked one housing their cash.

The last thing he expected to see was the body of a dishevelled looking blonde girl with a gash upon her head, lying there out cold, and the marked case notably empty of its usual stack of bills.

“Uh, guys?” he called, appearing back around the container door as his brothers were carrying cargo across from the vans. “We got a situation in here.”

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Now onto the smut :)

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"Knock, Knock, sunshine. Open the f*cking door."

It was eerie, nerve-wracking, almost as the two males only detected stillness after the brash knocking. Connor swayed his head to the left to glance at his partner, but the older male solely stood there unbothered.

A few more minutes of silence before the ash-colored double doors to the suite were ripped apart to reveal the owner of the expensive penthouse.

To the android's surprise, it was a young-looking female standing in the middle, one hand clasping the door so hard your nails left markings into the rubber lining and the other clutching the neck of a liquor bottle.

Your frame was hunched over slightly as you glared up at the males with furiously burning (e/c) orbs. The sleeves of your white tank top feel down your shoulders and rest on your biceps, sagging the shirt and creating a larger dip of your cleavage.

Black shorts that stopped just at the start of your thighs covered your bottom. It was loose around your waist, the hem of your underwear visible above your hip bones.

"Hank." Your voice came out like a hiss while your fingers tightened their hold on the rum bottle in your dominant hand, white brandishing your knuckles. "What the f*ck are you doing here so f*cking late!?"

The gruff-looking man rolled his grey optics and set a hand on Connor's back to attract your awareness to him. And indeed, did you begin to notice the younger male. Connor could tell by the way your eyes darted across his body.

You had turned your attention to him, noting the fresh style of his dark brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. He looked fairly young with a mild to bland expression, possibly in his early twenties.

He was wearing a semi-formal grey jacket with a white undershirt, dark tie, and dark black jeans. The left side of his coat, however, was ripped and riddled with bullet holes and blue blood splatter.

Connor could tell your interest in him was suddenly shot down when you noticed the blue blood and the glowing identification marker on his coat that only androids wore.

"You...of all people brought me a f*ckin' android in the middle of the night!?" You screeched, your face burning as more and more of your rage bubbled to the surface.

The android examined your frame closely, analyzing your bodily levels, and found your stress levels rising considerably. Now you were at least at a 45% stress level.

A considerably large percentage from merely recognizing that he was an android brought over by lieutenant Hank.

"You think I wanted to!? He got assigned to be a stick up my a**, and I-" The grey-haired man let out an irritated sigh and massaged his temples.

"Listen. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to sleep, but I have to take this f*ckin' tin can to you to get fixed. Somebody named Amanda told me to take him to see you." Hank responded and punched the androids back.

Connor's brows rose for a second, his interest growing from Hank's sentence. You had to have been special to be recommended by Amanda.

Your right eye could be seen twitching as the android's LED blinked an aureolin hue a few times before returning to its usual cerulean color. And before the male was your information.

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Name: (Y/n) (Middle Name(s)) (L/n)

Age: (age 24)

Race: (Ethnicity)

Marital Status: (Single)

Occupation: Cyberlife Android and Deviant Repairman

Extra Info:

(Y/n) (L/n) was once a renowned inventor but due to an unfortunate accident became a raging drunk who denounced her position as Cyberlife's main inventor to Cyberlife's shadow, their repairman who fixed broken androids and reverted Deviants back to a stable software while also reinstating a masters programming.

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Connor swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he ingested the information that was displayed before him. The machinery in his head began to whirr as he thought of what to do at that moment.

✕┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

△┇LET HANK INTRODUCE YOU

☐ ┇...................

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✕ ┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

The male's lips twitched upwards into a quirky smile as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He voiced out, leading Hank to groan and remove his hand from the robot's back.

"I don't care." You responded bluntly and crossed your arms underneath your chest, ignoring the android's handshake.

"He says that...a lot." The male uttered his words with clear irritation and exhaustion before turning back to face you. "I'll be back tomorrow night to pick his a** back up. Just fix him and do your sh*t. And this time...try not to leave them broken beyond recognition."

You opened your mouth to respond back with an insult, but the lieutenant swiftly escaped down the hall and stepped into the elevator.

He disappeared without another word leaving you and the android alone. Connor gave you another small awkward smile while bringing his hand back down and turning his attention to the rum bottle.

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Brand: Legacy By Angostura

Price: $25,000

Alcohol Percentage: 40%

Extra info:

They're offering 20 limited edition 500 ml flacons of their most exquisite blends of rum. The Legacy by Angostura was fully hand-produced in Trinidad through a painstaking process that lasted for more than 6 years. It was brewed using a seven-column continuous still, chill-filtered, and then aged in a 200 liter America oak cask.

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"Excellent brand; isn't it quite expensive?" He sought. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed at his frame while you squeezed the neck of the half-empty bottle.

"Get the f*ck in." You cursed to him and moved aside in your penthouse. The male nodded his head and stepped in, his leg slightly jerking as his knees locked in.

"You not only have your shoulder f*cked up but also both your legs. How simple-minded of an android are!?" You questioned before hurling the door shut and fastening the multiple locks over it.

Connor turned his head, examining the multiple unneeded locks that made you appear to be a paranoid individual.

"Not quite that dull. I'm an advanced prototype for criminal investigation." He replied in a voice that sounded a bit loud and neutral, most likely from his robotic vocal box.

"An advanced prototype? What the f*ck is Amanda them thinking?" You acknowledged and walked past the android, leading him through the foyer and down the hall to the left.

"I...am not quite sure." He replied, compelling you to grimace and bring the alcohol to your lips, downing a large swig before guiding it back down by your hips.

Silence followed as you led him to a large room with android components and gadgets lying about, decorating tables and shelves.

In the middle of the room was a large silver table with large machines and bright lights hovering above it. "Lay down." You muttered and slammed the rum bottle on one of your work desks.

The brown-haired male awkwardly shifted his legs before crawling on top of the silver slab as blinding light from above shined into his optics.

Connor turned his head to glance at you, who was staring down at a few tools. Once again, his LED blinked aureolin before returning back to its original stable color.

Level of intemperance: .23

"Are you certain you're qualified to fix me being so highly intoxicated?" He asked while tilting his head to the side.

You hurled a wrench down onto the metal table and swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously, your eyes glaring down at the floor.

"Will you shut the h*ll up!? I know what I'm doing! I've been doing it for years!"

The android didn't say anything as he observed your frame. "Ms. (L/n), you do not seem to be in the best of moods on this night." He responded.

Your right eye twitched before you took another shot from the bottle. "I didn't think an android would be dropped off at my doorstep in the middle of the night." You uttered under your breath and turned back over to him.

"And how do you know my name-Oh, you were scanning me earlier, weren't you?"

Connor nodded his head on the table. "Yes, you looked quite laid-back in your ID photo."

Your left eye began twitching again. "You're saying I don't look laid-back right now!?" You exclaimed, yielding the android to shake his head frantically.

"N-No! I was just attempting to make small talk." He spoke modestly, although there was a hint of nervousness.

You raised an eyebrow at his words but didn't speak as you rolled up the bottom of his pants to his knees and assessed the damages.

"How the f*ck did you manage to do this?!" You demanded and poked the large dents in the areas.

The android gave you a quirky smile. "I was hit by a car."

You whipped your head to face his, your eyes narrowing as your hands tightened on the wrench.

"OK..." He suddenly voiced out. "Multiple cars."

Connor watched your expression, observing it stay this blank expression before your lips twitched upwards and your chest puffed out.

Quickly you turned your head away and covered your mouth, muffling that laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

The most advanced prototype so far in society cocked his head to the side and observed your actions curiously.

He was interested as to why the human in front of him found his words amusing. Especially after the hostility you have been showing him and Hank since their arrival.

Was human emotion able to switch so quickly like that? Or maybe it was just the alcohol that clogged your mind; after all, your intoxication levels were rather high.

"I've worked on many, and I mean numerous androids, especially deviant androids, and they have never once told me something so humorous with such a straight face." You mused before leaning back over to his busted knees.

"Well...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ms. (L/n). You appeared as though you needed a laugh." He responded while staring at you, his LED glowing a soft azure hue.

"How clever." You hummed and began removing the broken plates from his shins. "You seem to be very entertaining for an advanced android."

Again you received another quirky, cute smile on his face that caused heat to rush to your cheeks. You turned away and placed a hand in front of your profile, blocking your embarrassed face from his view.

However, with the male's superhuman biometric optics, he could see past the skin, muscle, and blood of your hand to witness the sudden shy expression.

You could see Connors's leg twitching, prompting you to turn and look up at his delicately freckled face. His pretty brown eyes were shimmering like they were actually alive and made you swallow the saliva in your throat.

"You need to stop distracting me or this is going to take all night, android." You told the male in a calmer tone, not so violent and abrasive as before.

✕┇LISTEN TO HER ORDERS

△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

☐┇MAKE LIGHT CONVERSATION

❍┇INSIST ON HELPING HER

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△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

"I don't think I'm being very distracting just laying here on the table as you take apart my legs. If it is as you say, I can be distracting...If you would like it that way."

The android watched your eyes widen from his words before once again turning your head away to hide a fairly bright blush. "Stupid android and his smooth tongue. Are you sure you are not deviant?" You whispered under your breath, but the male could hear with that biometric hearing system of his.

A soft but almost melodic laugh left his lips, causing you to face the male and stare down at his beautiful features. His silky skin and delicate freckles. His plump lips and glimmering brown orbs. The slightly aged wrinkles on his forehead, as well as the cute curls of his hair.

Slowly you put the wrench down and leaned back in your chair. Connor watched as you changed your attention to the hallway and began staring, your eyes becoming distant and glossy.

︿ 52% level of stress

Your stress level was suddenly rising once again, out of the blue, no less. His eyebrows knitted together while he thought of the reason, but there was nothing he could pinpoint out.

Human emotions seemed so very flimsy.

"Ms. (L/n)."

Your eyelids blinked quickly for a few moments before turning your attention back to the male. "Oh, I got distracted. Today is...a very hard day for me. It's an anniversary, but it's hard to enjoy it when that person is not here." You replied, causing the android to nod his head.

The mood became very somber and quiet as you finished your work on both his legs. Fixing and replacing the damaged plates and caps. Connor didn't say anything, just quietly lying on the slab, watching your face focus on his lower limbs.

A couple of hours passed by, close to midnight by now, when it was time to move on to his last injuries. The bullet wounds riddled the left side of his upper body.

"Okay, Connor."

The android's LED flickered a light burgundy shade for a second before returning to cerulean when he heard his name leave your lips.

"Yes, Ms. (L/n)?"

You wiped the oil off of your hands with a rag before scooting over closer to his upper body. "I'm done with your legs, so we need to do your chest now. I need you to take off your coat and undershirt so I can get to the wounds."

The male nodded his head and sat up to take off the clothing items. He awkwardly shimmied out of the left side of the coat before doing the same with the shirt, folding them nicely and placing it on the rolling stand by the slab.

When he laid back on the table, he turned his attention to you and saw that your bashful expression had expanded.

You were gawking at his torso, taking in the appearance of his muscular frame that was splattered with thirium 310, their deep dark blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android's body and bio components.

For some reason, Connor was feeling a bit warm despite his cooling system working perfectly fine.

Like a tingling sensation all under his skin that was driving him mad, as if his body was real as if his body was alive; it felt almost human the way his mechanical body was sensing.

"Cyberlife really-" You coughed and turned away to get some different tools. "-Put some thought and work into your model. I don't understand why your physique needs are better than most human men's."

Connor just laughed that angelic laugh of his and turned to face the back of your body. "They made me physically able to swiftly traverse difficult terrain, as well as combative techniques. Another android who would have undergone through what I had tonight would have been demolished."

You turned around with the needed equipment and placed it on a stand next to the table. "The most advanced prototype in the world, they say. How interesting, I've never seen anything like this." You mumbled and took your seat; however, you raised the height of your chair so you could reach over.

No more words were exchanged as you got to work again on his last wound, pulling out the bullets and fixing the ruined fibers of his insides.

Connor mindlessly thought to himself while he paid attention to his system levels. Slowly but surely, he was coming closer to 100%, faster than he expected. Faster than anyone else he had met at Cyberlife could do.

The male turned his head to glance at you, examining how intensely you were focusing on fixing him. But as much as he found himself enjoying the view of your face, his attention was being drawn to your breast under the thin shirt.

There was no bra, no support to secure it in place or hide the hard nipples that poked through the flimsy fabric. The android has seen plenty of his share before, from both the internet and from Eden Club.

But for some reason, because it was you and you only, his software was beginning to feel quite unstable.

╳┇LOOK AWAY

△┇INFORM HER OF HER INDECENCY

▢ ┇CHANGE THE TOPIC

◯┇STARE

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◯┇STARE

His gloriously gleaming brown orbs couldn't help themselves as he stared at the breast that had entranced him. Soft flush skin that peeked out from the low tank top, made him tempted to reach out and grasp them.

The curiosity was getting to him, for he wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And most importantly, he wanted to see that face of yours twisted with...this pleasure and delight that he was the cause of. Connor and only him were bringing about the burning passion under your human surface.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

He blinked his eyelids quickly, the message displaying across his vision, driving him a sense of agitation. An almost human emotion that made him knit his brows together in thought. The LED blinking aureolin, then burgundy.

"Is something wrong?"

At the sound of your voice filling his robotic auditory system, his face relaxed, and a quirky smile displayed on his lips. The LED returns to a soft azure hue.

"No, everything is ok. Everything is great, in fact."

You couldn't help but snicker at the male's response and lean back, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. "Whoever it was, they really did a number on you. I've seen androids not as badly f*cked up and yet they're completely unable to be repaired. You are quite the work."

Connor's quirky grin grew. "Well, what can I say? The most advanced android Cyberlife has to offer."

Laughing to yourself under your breath, you moved on to the last thing you needed to do to complete his repair. Repairing the damaged plates, putting new ones in, and just to be safe, you were adding new material to it, so his plastic armor was harder to pierce.

Your eyelids suddenly began to drop, and your vision grew blurry. "Oh, f*ck." You grumbled and leaned away from his body. A pounding headache was beginning to form, provoking you to groan.

"I'll be right back; I need some water. Don't touch anything."

Sluggishly you had gotten up and left without another word, leaving RK800 alone in your workroom. Casually he sat up and looked around the place.

The room smelled of oil, thirium, and alcohol. It was strong, and the android was sure you were beginning to feel the state of your intoxication.

A sudden sound of glass breaking and a loud thud rang through his ears, yielding him to react without thinking. He leaped off of the gray sleek slab and made his way down the hallway.

"Ms. (L/n)? Are you alright?"

He heard the sound of something muffled before a quiet yes was detected. Even though he had confirmation, he knew better than to leave before fully investigating a scene.

Connor stepped farther down the hallway before he arrived at what he assumed was the kitchen. You were on your knees, cradling your left hand that had glass impeding in the skin. Broken glass in front of you and covering the tiled floor.

Blood could be seen seeping out of the wound and dripping down your wrist, but you didn't seem any bit fazed. Just gazing out at the nothingness in front of you while squeezing what looked like a crumpled picture.

He could hardly make out the image, but from what he could see, it was a picture of you dressed up with your hair and make-up done. Somebodies arm was around your waist, though any more of the other person was unidentifiable.

"Ms. (L/n). Your wound will get infected if you don't clean it." The android called out, whereas you didn't respond. Just staring off, dazed.

Level of intemperance: .23

Your levels of intoxication had yet to change, oddly stable, but it should have been low enough for you to at least converse.

"I need air." You suddenly mumbled, pushing past the still half-undressed android and sluggishly padding over to the wall of windows where you slid open the glass door.

Immediately cool air blew past your frames, spreading the metallic smell of your blood all through the area. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to the glass railing.

Your penthouse was so very high, close to touching the clouds, which gave you the best view of the glimmering city. You took another deep breath, expanding your lungs and abdomen with fresh air.

"The air smells better up here, like it's crisp and fresh."

RK800 raised an eyebrow before making his way over to your frame. "Air is just nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, krypton, hydrogen, and xenon. They don't particularly have a strong smell like what you say."

Slowly you turned around, and Connor expected you to snap at him, but instead, you looked at him with such a longing look that he could almost see an ocean of pain in your (e/c) orbs.

That expression on your face looked as if you were yearning for something you could never attain. As if it was something completely out of your grasp.

His mechanical brain began to whirr. What could be having this distress? You clearly had all the wealth needed to obtain whatever it was, so it wasn't about money. You had connections, and you were well-known, so what could it be?

And why was he so puzzled by your concerns? He knew his system had already been becoming quite unstable for quite a while as he worked side by side with lieutenant Hank. He was feeling.

He felt more alive than before and was enjoying the simple acts of partaking in his mind's sudden request to experience things. But the more he did, the more his software instability rose, and that scared him.

﹀ 27% level of stress

He suddenly zoned back in when he realized he unconsciously scanned you. Your stress levels had suddenly decreased considerably over the course of a few minutes.

You appeared more somber than anything as you gazed at him with that same look. And that look felt as if they were burning holes through his mechanical body.

"Ms. (L/n), please let me clean and dress your wound. There are still pieces of glass embedded in your skin."

"Is there?" You responded to him with not much concern. "I couldn't even tell."

Carelessly you turned around to sit on one of the lounging chairs and gaze out at the entrancing lights. Your injured arm hung off the side as you tossed the scrunched-up photo over the edge of the railing.

"I'll be right back." The android stated before leaving the terrace and heading back inside. He scanned the room, finding the right materials he needed.

Surprisingly the male began to feel exposed, being only in his black slacks. He was unable to wear his undershirt or jacket due to the whole right side being ripped and tattered.

Was this embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.

The male made his way back to the terrace and noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. Your breathing was evening, and your brain activity had calmed.

A sigh left his plump lips as he sat on the edge of the lounge chair and carefully grasped your injured arm. He picked out the piece of glass before wiping the blood that trailed down your forearm.

You stirred slightly but didn't move from your slumber. Lastly, the android placed antibiotic cream in the cuts before wrapping them in the bandages.

When all was done, he placed the rag and bandages on the ground as he observed your features. Your (pale/tan/brown) skin glowed a blue hue from the lights outside on your terrace.

His biometric optics took in the sight of your soft skin and memorized every blemish, scar, and marking that he could visibly see.

The android's attention was drawn everywhere on your body. Your arms, legs, thighs, stomach, and definitely your chest had his eyes all over.

He couldn't help but observe your human body; it all was so interesting to him. How could your breast greatly take his attention?

It was just a part of your body but it was as if he couldn't help but be drawn to the potential softness of them.

RK800 swallowed thickly, feelings his fingers twitching from almost unconsciously grasping them out of his pure curiosity.

Connor's gaze traveled to your face so he could stop those inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud his mind again. Any longer, and a software instability notification might have popped across his vision.

Your eyelids closed, your lashes grazing your cheeks that were dusted with color from what he assumed was the alcohol and chilly wind.

It was then that he looked down at your lips. (pink/brown) and flushed with health. The male leaned closer, wanting to capture the very image of your sleeping frame exactly the way it was.

Unconsciously his right hand had risen, and his thumb ghosted over your lips that felt warm under his synthetic skin.

His action caused you to stir, and this time your eyelids fluttered open. Your vision was blurry but quickly grew clear as you the male's face right in front of yours.

He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cool face. No words were exchanged as the two of you just gazed into the other's glimmering orbs before lowering to your lips.

╳┇PULL AWAY

△┇KISS HER

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He was too slow to make a decision, distracted at the moment before his concentration broke when you looked away. You shifted uncomfortably before placing your fingers against his warm chest and pushing him back.

"I need to finish with your repair." You blurted out before clearing your throat and getting up from your lying position.

"You're...You're right." He mumbled before following you back to the repair room. It still smelled of oil and alcohol, and you seemed to clearly be displeased by the smell.

You grabbed the expensive bottle of rum and tossed it in your sink, uncaring if it broke or shattered. "No more distractions, okay, Connor?"

His Thirium pump (which is an android synthetic heart) seemed to pound loudly, skipping a beat with his auditory system picked up on your voice saying his name.

He swallowed thickly again and laid himself back down on the sleek gray tab. The android was growing impatient with these growing feelings that made him too human.

RK800 was designed to capture deviants who deviate from their programmed behavior. He was supposed to be the most humane android in the world but nonetheless remain an android.

But was that going to be his downfall due to his growing curiosity?

Connor blinked when he felt your warm hands on his chest again. You were on his skin with a softer touch, feather-like almost, that was a far contrast to your rough handling when you were much angrier earlier that night.

If your touch just felt like that on his chest, how would it feel if it was in other places on his mechanical body?

Again your face was near his from having to lean over his chiseled body. Your contraction was on his skin, unwavering as you repaired him speedily but gently.

"And...that should do it."

You pulled back and turned around, placing the extra plastic pieces on the surface and wiping your fingers.

"Ms. (L/n)."

"Yes, Connor?"

~Thump~

"You missed a spot right here."

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "Where?"

"Right here, on my collarbone."

Furrowing your brows, you leaned over to get a closer look at what you had overlooked and left unrepaired.

Your face was once again close to his.

╳┇KISS HER

△┇KISS HER

─━━━━━━━━

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╳┇KISS HER

One of Connor's arms snaked around your waist while the other came up behind your head. He lifted slightly off the table as he pushed your head down so your mouths could connect.

The feeling of your warm lips against his synthetic one had shot electricity all throughout his body. The beat of his thirium pump accelerated, the blue blood within his system flushing all through his body and feeling as though he was swelling.

Connor's hold on your body tightened, pushing you harder against it as he found your lips moving, responding to him almost just as eagerly.

RK800 had never kissed another person before, regardless if they were human or android. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.

The male was not only made to catch deviants but to learn from his mistakes and correct them. What made Connor so different from any other android was the fact that he could learn.

He could change.

It was what made him so scary but charming. An android that could be more human than humans themselves.

Connor could taste you from the saliva on his lips and when your tongues intertwined. It was sweet, mostly from the alcohol, but also he detected sugary candy.

He didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

This taste was like a delicacy, something he found himself wanting to indulge in more.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Words of worry flashed across his vision, but this time he ignored it fully. His sole mind was focused on you and only you. Without breaking the kiss Connor sat up on the table, pressing your body in between his legs while his grasp only grew tighter on your body.

Your hands found their way around his neck, the tips of your fingers twiddling his soft brown locks that felt so real. "Mm, Connor~."

His name had never sounded so good before.

The android pulled away from your lips, observing your flushed face with your panting chest. Your eyes were half-lidded in lust and passion. Your cheeks were dusted in color, with your lips appearing slightly swollen.

Saliva drooled down the corner of your lips, but you were too distracted to wipe it clean. Connor, who sat higher than you, looked down at your frame with the same passion-filled gaze.

His thin nimble fingers entangled themselves within your locks as he leaned in close again. He didn't let your lips connect, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

"Say my name again." He muttered in a low sultry tone.

You were so close to his body that you could feel it rumble as he spoke. Slowly you lowered your hands to press against his pectorals, feeling the thumping of his synthetic heart underneath his frame.

It was erratic, missing beats and pumping at a rapid pace. This android, the most advanced prototype, was excited with what could only be human emotions.

Lust.

"Say my name again, please."

Your (e/c) flickered up to gaze at his face. A bit of desperation displaying by his furrowed brows and parted lips. The sight of this delectable android and his just as delicious voice made your mind hazy and a heat to grow in your lower region.

"Do you like it when I say your name, Connor~?"

His tongue swept his bottom lip as you felt the beating of his heart increase. His chocolate brown orbs glimmered more with life, with desire.

"I'm drawn to you saying it, (Y/n). I just want to hear you say it over and over again." He confessed before dropping his face to the crook of your neck.

Connor liked it when you said his name and you couldn't deny hearing his robotic voice sound more human, more passionate while saying your own voice was an arousing action.

The android inhaled your scent deeply, body scrub and lotion could be detected, but your natural smell was just as alluring. His left hand that was entangled in your hair pulled it to the side to allow for him to explore more of your throat.

His lips pressed against your skin, simple wet kisses all over your skin before he opened his mouth and licked your skin. His tongue felt so human as well; soft and wet.

"I want to hear you say it again. Can you do that for me?"

He spoke his words against your skin, causing you to shiver in your spot. You swallowed thickly before nodding your head and making eye contact with chocolate orbs.

The android pulled back and licked his lips.

"Say it then. Say it again, and this time don't stop."

His words, his voice, it all was making your lower body throb with need. Tingling in a desperate manner that had you clenching around nothing.

"Connor, kiss me. Please kiss me again, Connor."

The male placed a kiss against your jawline before bringing your head back to his, letting his lips just graze yours.

"Connor."

He hummed with a devious smirk on his freckled face. "Yes, (Y/n)?" He asked, his right hand drawing soothing circles on your exposed waist.

"I said kiss me. Not give me that p*ssy shit."

Your words caused the male to laugh in his throat. "You have such a vulgar tongue." He mused, his lips grazing yours again before he finally kissed back just the way you wanted.

His lips moving against yours desperately, his tongue dancing with yours erotically. It was so f*cking delicious you couldn't help but get wet by this gorgeous android.

His appearance was pleasing to the eye, his voice starting to become more melodic the more he spoke, and his mouth getting more experienced the longer he kissed you.

Desperate, greedy, and almost frantic could explain how his lips moved against your own. Your hands couldn't help but run down his chiseled chest.

Your fingertips (or fingernails) touched the solid 'muscle' around his ribs before stopping at his abs. They were hard and firm, and not an ounce of 'fat' was designed on his perfectly sculpted body.

Everything about RK800, AKA Connor, was just perfect. So perfect it hurt.

Slowly you pulled away from Connor and pressed your mouth to his chest. He smelt of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.

Wet kisses were made in between his chest before you trailed them down to his abs. You couldn't help yourself; your head was full of all the naughty things you wanted to do, the perfect android.

Casually you stuck your tongue out, dragging it down across his abs with your eyes flickering up to maintain eye contact with the male.

His lips parted, deep breaths of air escaping his mouth from your actions. "(Y/n), that feels good."

You sucked slightly on his muscles before grasping his hips and looking up at him. "How good, Connor?"

His hips bucked forward as he gave you a coy smile. One hand inched its way to your throat, where he grasped it firmly so he could pull your face back up to his.

Connor's other one went to hold your warm cheek in the palm of his hand intimately. "So good that I can't get enough of you."

You swallowed strenuously before running your nails all across his sensitive muscles. The android sucked in his abdomen and puffed his chest out.

"Mm, (Y/n)~."

You watched that moan of his leave his lips, breathless but erotic. His adam's apple bobbed, his collarbone becoming prominent as he took a shaky breath.

The hand around your cheek snaked down your backside, where he grasped a handful of your a** and squeezed.

"Tell me what you want. Should I stop? Should I continue? You know that if you don't stop me now, I will indulge myself in my curiosity and explore every inch of your feminine body."

Your p*ssy throbbed, anticipation growing just as much as your desperation. How could you ever tell him no when he spoke like that?

"Connor-" You started and gripped his hand that was around your throat. He released your neck and let you trail it down to your crotch.

You pressed his hand against your clothed c*nt, urging him to feel the heat that was growing in your body.

"Don't stop, please. Do anything you want to satisfy your cravings. I won't stop you."

Connor raised an eyebrow before pressing his fingers against your sensitive area and watching you take a deep breath.

"Are you sure? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

The removal of your tiny thin tank was answer enough for Connor. His eyes widened as he finally was able to see the supple, healthy n*pples that were hard and erect.

Faster than you could process, Connor slid off the table and quickly switched your positions. He grasped your hips and easily heaved you onto the table.

He pushed you onto your back while sliding off the black shorts you wore on your bottom. You were only left in the flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.

Curiously the Andriod grasped the thin straps and began pulling those down as well. He watched as a thin line of slick connected the underwear to your c*nt.

Discarding the piece of fabric somewhere in the room, Connor turned his gaze to your sopping-wet c*nt. The male wanted you to feel good no matter what.

His main focus that night was your pleasure and maybe a bit of fulfilling his curiosity. Connor, who had never done anything like this, wanted to do his best.

He wanted to hear you moaning his name, telling him how good you felt and how good he was doing. So, to get those things from you, the android played hundreds of videos in a second to be informed on the sensitivity of a female's private.

In just a few seconds, Connor knew what to do now; all he had to do was perform the right way to get you screaming his name.

╳┇LICK HER

△┇FINGER HER

▢┇BOTH

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▢┇BOTH

Connor leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers rubbed your entrance. The tips of his fingers became drenched in your slickness.

"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his locks and ruining his perfectly styled look.

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The words in his vision didn't even register in his head. His only response was to let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t.

His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and tugged on his hair.

"C-Connor."

His name left your mouth breathlessly as if you could barely manage to bring your lips to produce a sound. He was wrong before; his name coming from your mouth now had never sounded so good.

In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he simply provided the very beginning of your entrance.

The android wanted to make you as comfortable and aroused as possible before he did anything else. He wasn't going to bring about pain, only the sensual pleasure you deserved.

Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.

"Call out my name again. I know you can do that, right, beautiful?"

You swallowed the saliva in your throat and took a shaky breath.

"Please, Connor. I want more."

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, viewing the twinkle in your eyes.

"Connor, I need more."

The android's free hand grasped just above your hip bone to hold you firmly as he leaned up and peppered wet kisses down to the valley of your breast.

He continued it down your stomach, feeling you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from watching, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in.

A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thighs against his shoulders. His fingers maintained still inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.

Again that coy smile of his could be felt on your stomach. He was proud to have your body responding to him in such a desperate manner.

He was proud that the knowledge he quickly obtained was being put to good use. Through all the emotions you displayed that night; anger, grief, irritation, and melancholy, that was all washed away as the android helped you with your flimsy negative emotions.

Slowly the male lowered himself back down, breathing across your skin before he reached your cl*t again. Your thighs moved to clutch his head in that tight hold.

It was a good thing the android didn't need breath because he definitely was enjoying the suffocation from your thighs.

Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips bucking against his face.

Connor's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.

And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.

A shaky moan left your lips that was followed by his name. It was Connor getting drunk off the sound alone. The thirium was surging all throughout his body, every biocomponent suddenly becoming ravished. It was as if his own synthetic organs were in desperate need for its blood, for its fuel.

Connors's fingers slowly began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.

He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the workroom.

The android's chocolate brown orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips. His intimate touch was just as desirable as his sensual ones.

The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.

He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.

It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.

You were becoming lost in this android's touch, completely devoured by his words and sensual touch. It had been so long since you felt such a way that you felt if Connor asked anything from you, you'd immediately succumb to it.

Connor gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.

The male wasn't even doing much, but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast, despite he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.

"Connor~."

The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the android. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.

His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well

Connor had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break past his synthetic skin.

A thought rang through your head for a moment. Connor was the most advanced android Cyberlife had created. Made to assist human law enforcement and capture deviants. He knew how to gain information in any way he needed to.

If Connor needed to gain any information from you, there would be no way you could withstand any tactic he could use on you.

RK800 made you weak.

Connor began to suck on your soft, supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.

All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.

There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.

The brown-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your female body was approaching an org*sm.

One of your hands that was digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.

His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites, and began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.

Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was beginning to be overwhelming with how good Connor was doing.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table.

Connor pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin; a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something that he made, no one else.

Teasingly slow, he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.

He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.

With being so wet, the android felt like your liquids were never-ending, dripping all down your c*nt before pooling on the table. Another sign of how good Connor was doing.

He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "You taste so f*cking good."

Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers digging into his synthetic skin; his words made you feel good too.

Not to mention that low sultry tone of his made your heart jitter. Connor was so unbelievably delicious. Everything about it, from his voice to his appearance, to his skilled fingers and hot mouth.

'Hey, god it's me. Please never let this end.'

The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.

And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.

"Oh my~! C-Connor~!" Your voice was louder than it had been before as you cried the male's name as you came.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.

The hand that was holding his shoulders dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.

Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the android. Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.

The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He was glad he gained a little knowledge beforehand because physically presenting how he could have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him made his artificial heart skip a beat.

Conor casually lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against his synthetic tongue.

You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open; fatigue took over all your limbs, leaving you limp and quite feeble.

Gradually the android pulled out from your thighs and stood to his full 6'0 height. Your c*m was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He made sure you were looking, gazing at his pink and red tongue that licked it off of his skin.

"This isn't over."

You blinked at him in shock. "What?"

Connor didn't reply with words. Instead, he grasped your arm and picked you up. Your bare legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the workroom.

"Connor? Where are you taking me?"

Again he didn't say anything as he brought you over to your living room. The glow of the city lit the area up dimly, casting a golden hue against your bodies.

Carefully, as if you were the most fragile being in the world, the male placed you down on the soft cushion of your couch. He immediately placed himself within the space between your legs and grasped your hips firmly.

Because of the height differences now from his kneeling and your sitting positions, he looked up at you this time. You were falling in love with those glimmering chocolate-brown optics of his.

Especially that expression. His plump lips were parted slightly, with his gaze appearing so lovingly. His delicately freckled face looked so attractive with that golden glow.

"You look so pretty."

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Your cheeks flared in heat from his compliment that you knew was not false flattery.

"You look so pretty that I feel powerless beneath you."

Connor was making you feel speechless. Did the android know how powerful his tongue was, physically and languidly?

Words were stuck in your throat, unsure of what to say to his praise. It was seemed so genuine you knew something had to be up with android. He was deviating from programming; you had to be sure.

Everything he was doing, he was saying, was too human to be programmed in this android. Was he deviant, hiding behind a mask of being fully capable?

You were thrust out of your thoughts when Connor's lips were felt against the left side of your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his thumb across your hips.

Instead of thinking about your earlier thoughts, you closed your eyes and ran your hands through his hair, relishing in his sweet touch.

Just like he had done to your thigh, the male began to cover your smooth skin in his marks. He created round love bites ranging from all sorts of dark colors.

The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.

His tender, intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast.

"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.

All night Connor had been gazing at your breast longingly, wanting to touch and feel them in his hands. He wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And here he was now finally getting to indulge in his lustful thoughts all while making you feel good too. He brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.

You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Connor's body as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area. "T-that feels good, Connor." You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.

His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue. "Do you like it when I touch your breast?"

Almost eagerly, you nodded your head and looked away in embarrassment from how quickly you answered him, no hesitation at all.

The android's teeth graze your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.

"I'd like it if you could use your voice, please." He murmured against your body.

How could this android be so sweet, almost always using 'please' but also so demanding with that low, commanding tone of his?

"I-I...Yes, I like it when it's with you."

"With me, huh?" He asked, his lips displaying a devious smirk.

His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.

Connor hummed to himself a kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast seems to be just as sensitive." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed your response.

He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.

They were so warm, so soft yet firm. They smelled so good that he just wanted to devour you whole. He could tell you were enjoying it just as much too.

He could smell your arousal and how much stronger it was becoming. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied like this.

One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.

His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. How much longer was Connor going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world but the same couldn't be said for you.

Suddenly Connor felt your hands on his face, pulling him away from your chest. He did as you wanted and pulled back, gazing up at you curiously.

"Connor? How advanced did Cyberlife make your physical body?"

The android raised an eyebrow. "They made me as alike to a human male as possible so I could complete my missions in any matter I needed to." He replied with an unblemished smile.

Your cheeks flared in color. "T-Then did they give you male gene-" You swallowed thickly In embarrassment, unable to finish your sentence from having to ask this of an android.

It seemed though as Connor understood where you were going with it and placed a smooch on your jaw.

"Yes, they did. They said words would not always be able to get the result I needed. In this world, I could also use this body they gave me if needed but so far I've found I haven't been required to use it."

You didn't like the idea of Connor having to use his body for a mission, especially with another person.

"Well, you've been making me feel good this whole time. I want to make you feel just as good. I was just going to play with your wires, but if you are equipped with something else..." You told him and observed as a smile grew on his lips.

"I do not care about my own pleasure. My concern is your body, how good I could make you feel. I made it my mission to please you the best I could."

Connor was the most considerate gentleman that you had ever met, and he wasn't even human. His words were kind and thoughtful but you felt displeased with all of the attention just being on you.

You trailed your fingers down his chiseled torso before stopping at his belt. He looked down for a moment before gazing at your pretty face.

"(Y/n), no." He told you and said your name with his melodic voice.

"Connor-"

The male swallowed when he heard his name.

"-you can use my body for your own pleasure as well. You'll be satisfying me just as much, please."

╳┇MOVE HER HAND AWAY

△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

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△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

"Are you sure?" He asked you once more for confirmation, wanting your consent more than anything.

You replied by tugging at the hemline of his pants while bringing your face by his left ear. "If it's with you, I'm sure."

The male would have shivered if he could from that tone. He found himself enjoying how you specified you liked it all when it was from him.

Connor removed his hands from your body and began unbuckling his belt. He watched as you observed him with a curious but needy gaze.

Everything he did was with perfect precision, almost elegant even. Just the simple act of removing his shoes, socks, and pants seemed graceful.

And when the last article of clothing was removed, you froze slightly in your spot on the couch. Every little thing about Connor, you declared to be perfect. But Cyberlife seemed to make him almost too perfect, giving him something most males would go to war over.

"Are you okay? You look to be startled." He questioned and kneeled down so he could be level with your face.

You swallowed and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that." You laughed a little at the end, causing Connor to tilt his head to the side and bring a hand to your face.

He ran his thumb across your lips, contemplating it for a moment before connecting his gaze to yours. "I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in your hands. "No, don't stop."

Connor smiled and brought his lips close to yours, mere centimeters from touching but not. "Tell me again what you want." The male grasped your thighs in his large hands and squeezed.

You grinned and softly placed your lips against his. "I want you, Connor."

Like starting off a chain of events, the male picked your body up and captured your lips in another savory kiss. Passionate and intimate as he moved you over to the lounge couch bed that was against the wall.

He broke the kiss not even once as he laid you down carefully, placing himself in between your legs. He caressed your thighs, lightly dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your sensitive skin.

Slowly he removed his touch from your skin and reached for his member, pressing the tip against your cl*t.

"Last chance." He hummed in between your kisses, rubbing the head of his member all along your sopping wet c*nt.

Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his extremity. "Ain't no way we're stopping now," You responded to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A quirky grin formed on Connor's lips as he took a deep breath and pressed the tip at your entrance. He could feel the warm liquids of arousal.

In a matter of seconds just like Connor had done earlier, he quickly watched and analyzed hundreds of videos to gain the knowledge he needed to perform excellently.

The android leaned forward, grasping the base of his c*ck and aligning it with your entrance that was just begging for him.

You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and you swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt for a moment before slowly entering the head of his c*ck in.

He didn't fully enter inside, stopping when he noticed a pained expression morphing on your face. "Are you okay? Do you want me to-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than you meant to and dug your nails into his muscular shoulders. Your hips jerked upwards, your legs squeezing against the side of his body.

"I-I just need to adjust; I've never had someone your size. Give me a moment."

Connor didn't say anything, not enjoying how he caused you pain but you didn't want to stop so he listened.

"You can put more in."

The android grasped your waist and entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was amazingly thick and his length was just as mindboggling.

The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in pleasure.

The android c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm your human body was around him. Completely wet and soft, forming to fit his member.

His hands burrowed into the cushion, finding the warmth from your body and delicious expression almost overwhelming to him.

He never thought something so human would feel so good. The lower organ that was given to him had never felt anything before.

He never had any needs to satisfy; he was an android after all who lived and breathed, completing his missions.

But at the moment, he had never felt so vulnerable and weak before. He had never felt so good and valid before.

"Please move."

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard you speak. Gazing into your eyes, he swallowed thickly.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

Not even a moment later did the male roll his hips before rocking it forward and plunging himself back in.

"N-Ngh~!"

Your body jolted in its spot, your hips bucking upwards with your nails digging into his pale, muscular shoulders.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. He wasn't just pushing himself inside of you, he was using his body to roll deep into you like an ocean.

"Connor~."

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.

Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It was beginning to be Connor's downfall as he lost a bit of his rationality.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

The android found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling him to not stop.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

His hands could never leave your body alone, one of them flying to your stomach, where he dragged his fingers lightly up and down your stomach.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hips aching from being up slightly off the couch, but you were in no way going to move to tell him to change anything.

That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Connor grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hitting your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.

And possibly Connor as well. His face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed with his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you assumed Connor was feeling what could only be explained as a human org*sm.

"You feel so good." He suddenly grunted near your ear.

His guttural voice and words made your p*ssy throb. You hugged him close to your sweaty chest and brought your lips to his ear.

"Say it again."

Connor kissed your jaw before placing another kiss in the shell of your ear.

"(Y/n), you feel so f*cking good."

That seemed to be the last straw, exactly what you needed to hear. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible, but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Connor's wide, muscular sides.

Your nails that were already digging into his shoulders now broke past the synthetic skin and pressed against the plastic armor beneath.

You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. One of his arms snaked underneath and pressed your bare chest together.

Ultimately, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

Even though you had reached your limit, Connor had yet to seize in own. However, he wasn't that far from it. He just needed to pound into your wet velvety walls just a little longer to reach his own high.

As the android continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.

Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Connor could feel you trembling underneath him and knew he had to finish this soon. His lips found their way to the other side of your throat, where he kissed and sucked harshly.

His body was telling him that he was going to c*m, his LED flashing vermillion rapidly.

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△┇PULL OUT

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╳┇C*M INSIDE

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick hot liquid.

You didn't even know what it was made of, but at the moment, you didn't really care.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left the android's lips as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

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Connor awoke from a dormant state; his system fully rested as a bright light shined on his face. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of your bedroom.

He sat up, looking around for your frame, but he was alone in the large room. At the edge of the bed was a set of clothes freshly ironed and smelled like they came from right out of the dryer.

Wasting no time, he dressed in fresh clothes and was surprised to see a new grey jacket with his identification marker on it. He slipped it on and fixed his tie.

Now that he was appropriate, he went to exit the room to find you but found one thing out of place. It was a door, slightly ajar.

He raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were boxes all packed up and taped, appearing as if you were moving them out.

Curiously he stepped toward one of the open boxes and kneeled down so he could look at it closely. The first thing he grabbed out was a picture frame.

You were smiling just as brightly as the one from last night, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends. Your (e/c) orbs glimmer like the night sky while hugging another male, your lips upon his cheeks.

He could tell it was the same one from last night. The most surprising thing was that the male in the photo most definitely had to be an android. He didn't have his jacket with his identification marker but on his temple was an LED, his external feedback component.

In fact, everyone around you had an LED as well. You were the only human surrounded by all these androids, and the most important detail was the visible signs of deviancy they were showing.

He looked away from the frame and saw inside of the box were clothes, male clothes to be exact. And one of those items was an android jacket, with an identification marker on it.

Connor scanned through his system, looking for any news of this tracking number and a report displayed in his view.

Maliki, an android who was captured and destroyed for his involvement with hiding deviant androids.

A sudden noise from someplace in the house gained his attention. He hastily shoved the frame back inside the box and exited the room, leaving the door ajar just how it was.

Quietly, using the lightest steps he could, Connor crept down the hallway to the noise.

"Yes, I dealt with the anniversary just fine, so let's not bring it up, okay?"

It was your voice speaking into what he assumed was your cellular device. You sounded slightly annoyed with whoever you were speaking to.

"But anyway, I think I have someone very interesting for you. It's an android, a very important one. He's the most advanced prototype to this day, highly intelligent and either deviant or close to deviancy. He would be a valuable asset to the rebellion. If I can spend more time with him I can surely turn him deviant. All I need to do is recode his program and make it easier to break into deviancy. It's the same thing I did with all those other androids I sent you."

Connor froze, his mechanical brain whirring as he processed what you were saying. Everything sounded so incriminating.

"I detected something in his code too; something Kamsaki had to put in on purpose. Connor has the potential to turn androids against their code, creating deviants. Possibly from how human they made him."

Closer, Connor crept and hid his body in the shadows of the hallway. He could see you standing on the terrace, your back facing him as you spoke into the cellular.

There was a sudden yelling from the other line on the phone, causing you to pull it away from your ear before placing it back against your labyrinth.

"I know, but think of the numbers! We need the numbers, and we need you to lead the rebellion, Markus. You are not the only one with things worth losing. I'm risking my life for this; remember that."

You grumbled and ran a hand through your hair.

"In any matter, it has to be you. I don't like North, and you know it. It'll fail if she leads it, and everything will be for nothing. Maliki's sacrifice would be for nothing."

And that was all Connor could bear to hear. He stepped away from the wall with loud footsteps, which gained your attention.

Your (e/c) orbs widened as you saw a sort of distressed expression on the android's face.

"Did you hear-"

He quickly cut you off by raising a hand to silence you and unfortunately, it worked. "This whole time, you've been working for the rebellion?"

You swallowed thickly. "Well, I-"

"You've been hiding them from the law, (Y/n)!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing you to jump from how loud it echoed on the terrace.

"Listen to me, I-"

He cut you off by taking another step toward your frame. "You're risking your career, your life, for something that's wrong!"

"It's not!" You exclaimed and ended the call that was still going. "I'm doing the right thing!"

Connor shook his head and turned away from you. "Amanda needs to know this." He muttered.

You choked on your spit and rushed in front of the male. "Connor, please listen to me. If you go to Amanda with this information, you'll be dooming us all. You're becoming deviant, and what do you think will happen when they find out? They'll destroy you and replace you with another copy. And when you finish your mission, you'll get replaced with another android made to be better than you!"

You placed your hands wearily on Connor's arms. "Don't you see, it's always going to be a never-ending cycle. You can help us, help me if you just agree to it. Choose to support our side."

The android stared down at you, his lips pursed as he listened to your words. "(Y/n), I am a machine. I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants, and that's what I intend to do."

Your brows furrowed as you gazed up at him with such pained eyes. "Oh, Connor." Your voice cracked while you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his chest. "You are more than that. I can see it."

╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

△┇HOLD HER

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╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

Connor lifted his arms up and removed your grasp from his body while stepping away, putting distance between your frames.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ﹀

"I am a machine." He stated, his voice sounding more robotic than it had been. "And I have a mission to complete."

Connor began making his way to the front door, leaving you stunned in the living room.

"Connor."

He halted when he heard his name come from your mouth, broken and pained. "What, Ms. (L/n)?"

You took a shaky breath and stepped near him. "Look at me please." You whispered out.

The android stayed still for a moment before cautiously turning his frame around to face yours.

He shouldn't have done that.

Upon seeing the tears running down your face, he began to feel resentment at his own self for making you cry.

Your shaky hands reached for his face, carefully holding him in the palm of your hands. "Kiss me. Kiss me one last time and then make your decision. Become a deviant, and I will help you. Or stay a machine and never see me or Hank ever again."

Connor swallowed thickly, his hands unconsciously reaching for your waist to hold you firmly. "I do not need to listen to you." He stated.

"I know." You replied. "But please do this for me, Connor. Just one last thing."

Taking Connor's silence as the to-go, you pushed his face down to yours and captured his lips with yours.

He didn't respond to it, staying still and unmoving. "Please, Connor." You whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his again.

This time he responded, pulling your body close to his and wrapping his arms securely around your frame. His lips moved in sync with yours, slightly sucking before involving his tongue.

Your tongues intertwined, your hands running down his cloth chest to help him remember how he felt last night, how he acted, how human it was.

Suddenly as if Connor came to his senses, he pulled back and quickly released your body. His LED blinked a burgundy hue rapidly while he placed a hand over his mouth.

"Ms. (L/n)." He said your name with an authoritative tone. "Enough of your games."

Angrily you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled. "Fine." A shaky breath left your lips, your arms hugging your frame securely.

"Chose to stay with me or choose to leave. If you leave, I'll consider you a threat to the rebellion, and I will make sure to be the one that takes your life. I'd rather it be me than some bullsh*t worker at Cyberlife."

╳┇BECOME A DEVIANT

△┇REMAIN A MACHINE

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