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[id: a light blue userbox with pastel blue border and  pastel blue text that reads “this user loves connor, the android sent by cyberlife.” on the left is an image of connor from detroit become human. /end id]

#detroit become human #dbh connor #real

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DEAR GOD MEOEOEOWWWWW

Imagine if you joked w connor about male whimpering then that same night while you're at work he sends you a message like "my hands are full so I gotta send it in a voice message" and the vm is pure moans, whimpers, groans and the background is the sloppiest, wettest, nastiest sounds of his dick you've ever heard

[rk8connorzz]

“The love I feel for you.” Connor X AFAB Reader (Smut!)

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“There you go, that’s good. I’m so proud, I love you so much.” Though many people thought being told “I love you” was a turn off, it definitely wasn’t the case for her. As their bodies connected in a passionate display, he showered her in kisses all over her face. He knew all too well he was bigger than all the others she had— that’s why he was so steady and careful not to hurt her. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful thing ever. Though her wounds left bloodied scars upon her heart, she was able to look past them to share a night of pure love with Connor. The more he speaks, the more she drips. Her pussy was perfect lubricant for his cock, he was able to keep on going without worried she would go dry.

He can feel her squeezing along his length, and it drove him mad. He can read her vitals with just a single palm placed upon her chest. He went deeper inside of her till he eventually bottomed out. “O-Oh, fuck!” She swore under her breath. It was stretching her out barely— a burn that settled in as he let her adjust. “There you go, hun. You’re taking me so good, I’m so proud. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? Just let me take over. I love you.” He placed another tender kiss on her cheek before leaning her backside onto the bed, his cock remained buried inside her pretty pussy.

Missionary was always something he wanted to try. The intimacy of staring at her while she wriggles underneath him in pure ecstasy. To see her flushed face glaring into his brown eyes. It was something he fantasied about, even before becoming deviant. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he even pleasured himself to the thought of it.

He grabbed her hand and stroked the back of it with his long thumb. He moved his hips again, this time faster. To her, it felt absolutely amazing — more than that— it left her absolutely speechless. Mewls and whines fell from her wet lips as he continued. He looked down at her bare breasts, admiring the view. She closed her legs subconsciously while still letting out loud sounds. Large hands went to her thighs to spread them apart again. “No need to hide. I want to see your pretty pussy take me, darling.” He let out a groan. A knot in his stomach tightened with every passing thrust.

Putting his hand on her belly, the pleasure only heightened for both of them. She swore she could feel it hitting her cervix every time he bottomed out. “There you go, that’s it. I want you to cum on my cock, okay? Let go of your inhibitions.” His words of praise drew her crazy, but held her with comfort. “I… love you s-so much. You feel so- so… ah~… good.” She whispered. She closed her eyes from the impact and eventually felt her orgasm flow upon her, a tsunami of pure ecstasy leaving her wobbly and completely breathless. Her back moved off of the bed and she moaned out Connor’s name, over and over. She knew the neighbors would remember his name as well.

His LED circled yellow, then red, then settled on yellow. Even though she was already tuckered out, he wanted to finish more than anything. He didn’t have her consent to creampie, so as soon as he felt the knot in his stomach snap, he pulled out urgently. He stroked himself through his orgasm and whimpered all through it. Her belly was completely covered in his cum. They were both left a panting mess.

Connor moved down to hold her. “Oh, [Name]. I love you so so much. My good girl. You did amazing. I’ll run us a shower, okay?” Her legs were shaking, and she hoped she would be able to situate herself to walk with him. Instead of having her worry, he picked her up suddenly and held her as if she were his bride. He carried her into the bathroom and put the shower on a nice temperature for her. Connor went into the shower with her still in his arms— until he set her down. She held onto his arm the whole shower. It was filled with praise and kisses, the usual. But this time was so much more meaningful than the others.

He washed off the cum that was drying on her belly. Then, Connor grabbed a loofa and began scrubbing her with her favorite body wash. As soon as they were both squeaky clean, they stepped out and turned off the shower. They both dried off with a towel and shared a long hug. Connor leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “You did absolutely amazing. Thank you for being my love. My beautiful, beautiful princess.”

She did her nightly routine with the help of Connor. Skincare, brushing of hair and fluffing it up, then getting changed into comfy clothes. She chose a black, oversized sweater and panties to bed. Connor had pajama pants and a Knights of the Black Death t-shirt on. They went back onto the bed and slid under the comforter. They were completely tuckered out. Connor held her close to his chest and played with her hair until she eventually fell asleep, her soft breathing filling the quiet room. He muttered one last “I love you” before falling asleep— cuddled close to the one he loved most.

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[rk8connorzz]

i wanna write a drunk fic tn lmao (i will)

[rk8connorzz]

HI GUYS GUESS WHOS BACCCKKKK!!! srry for dipping for 4 months LMAO. anyways i dont have any fanfics to post so i might try to pump out a smut one a lil later!

[rk8connorzz]

“𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨” 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙓 𝘼𝙁𝘼𝘽 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Warnings - 18+ smut!

Summary- Lately, the both of you have been feeling lonely. In one way other than another. After you both find out you feel the same, you decide to change that yearning.

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God. He missed it.

The feeling of burying himself deep inside of you. The tingling sensation after a long-awaited orgasm. No matter how much he stroked or touched himself. He couldn’t recreate the dizzying feeling. He even edged himself like you do, even for hours if he wanted to. The sound of his panting, mixed with the slap of his wet skin clapping together in a fast motion. Your name fell gloriously off of his glazed lips. He never touched himself. Only whenever he’s truly lonely and desperate, the feeling always made him feel so nervous.

No matter how many times he makes himself scream softly into his palm while he stroked himself through yet another orgasm, it was never the same. You weren’t there with him. He leaned over to check his phone. He didn’t realize it was put onto silent until he looked at multiple notifications from you.

‘Baby?’

‘Connor where are you?’

‘Are you alright?’

‘You up?’

Your last message was sent 10 minutes ago. He didn’t know if you we’re still even awake. He took his chances and began texting you back.

‘I am awake, yes. What do you need?’

One of his hands went from gripping his blanket to messing around teasing the head of his cock.

‘I just miss you, is that such a crime?’

Ah, your sarcasm. It was never something Connor disliked. He moved his hand faster, his breath became more staggered and shaky.

‘Of course not. I miss you too, darling.’

He wanted to tell you how he felt. How much his cock missed your company. How much he missed your company. Living in different places for him was something he didn’t like, definitely. Your next text was just heaven for his poor dick.

‘So much so I’m getting wet just thinking about you.’

His breath hitched, his hand picking up pace without any warning. He hissed through pressed teeth as his body tensed up. He finished stroking himself and he typed his next sentence as if it was urgent. In his mind, it was.

‘Glad the feelings mutual, hm?’

A little bit of time passed, you finally wrote your next message. One that made his cock jump.

‘I’ll be over in a little, baby. Don’t go anywhere.’

Dear god, finally.

The wait for you was unbearable. He tried his best to edge himself, leaving him practically shaking before you even arrived.

But god did he want it.

The build — the sudden burst through his body sending violent shivers across his pale body like surges of electricity coursing through his synthetic veins. He became addicted to the wave. How his hips bucked up into his aching hand — one last stroke on his throbbing cock before his hand are clasped tightly around his mouth preventing him from screaming in ecstasy. How his veins pumped with adrenaline. How dirty of me’ he thought. ‘How dirty of us.’

Three quick knocks, he shot up in excitement. He didn’t want to open the door with his cock springing in his steps, he quickly grabbed a robe from the bathroom and tied it around his figure. As he opened the wooden door slowly, he made direct eye contact with you. “Took you long enough.” He teased. You lifted one brow up and huffed a laugh. “You gonna let me in?” He moved to the side. The apartment was dim. He wasted no time. His body couldn’t handle it. As soon as the door was closed behind both of them, he walked behind you and put his hands on your hips. “Hm..?” You hummed. He moved his hand to your chin and moved up your face to meet his. Your lips interlocked together in a beautiful pattern. His nose rubbed against your cheek when he turned his head to the side. You went to gasp for air — he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth. Your hands fled to the back of his head, messing up his already screwed up hair. The other rested on top of Connors hand — situated on the dip of your upper thigh. He pulled away, panting. His breath grazed onto your lips, which we’re plump and shiny from the dew of each-other’s mixed saliva.

Connor led you to his plainly decorated room. The smell was that of a candle. It smelt of fresh firewood around his house, and it did fit. The minimalist feel, the sleek decoration. Everything matched him. But something about the atmosphere made it so dirty. You gasped and mewled as his lip trailed down your neck. His hands traveled where his eyes couldn’t wander. Barely even inside of his room and your already pressed against a wall. His warm fingers drew lines on your torso. He bit harshly on your neck. “Haah~ C-connor~” you gasped. You began undoing the straps of the robe he had on. Your hands caressed every crevice, every edge, every curve. You began helping Connor take off your clothes. Your oversized sweater, and your baggy jeans. An outfit you quickly put on in an attempt to get out the door quick enough so you and Connor can spend the night together. Not a really well planned or sexy outfit. But he payed no mind. He was only focused on burying himself inside of you.

Connor’s hands moved gracefully across your newly bare chest. His hands slipped behind your back and unclipped your bra. Soon discarding it onto the carpet. His robe slid off his shoulders with ease, and soon it was down onto the floor along with all the rest of your clothing.

He moved his hands behind you. In one swift motion, your legs tugged behind his hips. He walked you over to his oversized king bed. You never knew why he needed such a big bed, but it always payed off. He put you down, your back firmly against the fabric of his fuzzy gray duvet. “P-please~” he moaned. “Let me touch you~” his voice was tender; smooth. Almost like he was attempting to hypnotize you with it.

And boy, it was working.

Your slim fingers grabbed his hand and led it in between your thighs. He began rubbing and touching them in many sweet ways. He was no stranger when it came to touching you. He knew what you liked, and tonight, you were getting a full course meal.

Two of his fingers pressed firmly upon your slit — one slid up while the other slid down. Both coming back up at the same pace in the same spot to meet once more before separating again. Your chest racked up and down, and he noticed every part of it. “Look at me.” He ordered. His eyes twinkled in the light of the firewood candle on the end table. You obliged and never dared to look away. Whenever you did, he grabbed ahold of your face and forced you to. Your back arched up off his bed and your hips bucked forwards like a jackhammer when his fingers pressured against the sensitive parts of your pussy. Your name fell from his lips like as if you were singing.

He moved down onto his knees and situated himself between your thighs. He kissed the insides, then darted his tongue out to plunge it into your clit. It started with passionate kisses to partial, teasing licks — soon he became more hungry. More eager to taste you more inside of his mouth. He wanted to hear you call out his name like a forbidden prayer. He yearned for the feeling of your pussy drenching his tongue. Your whimpers and whines only made them more needy. Your stomach tightened and the wave of your long waited orgasm came flowing over you, so much harsher than you expected it to be. Your hand flipped to your mouth, preventing you from screaming in pure bliss.

Connor licked up every last drop that came from you, the taste of it driving him mad. His tongue was originally used as apart of his forensic kit — good thing they made it so sensitive.

Without giving you much time to catch your breath, or even say anything, he stood to his full height and pulled your legs to the edge of the bed. “You want this, baby?” He asked, almost mockingly. “Please~ Give it to me, master.” The name drove him mad. Gave him a sense of power. He slid his cock down your clit a few times then pounded into you when you least expected it. He moved his hand to your stomach and felt his cock inside of your stomach. Full of pride, he began pumping into you. Your tits bounced to every beat he thrusted into you. Connor once again forced you to look at him. The eye contact making the air feel so much hotter. Sweat fell down your forehead, and your skin flushed a bright rose color. “H-ha-harder~!” You mewled. Connor grabbed ahold of your hips and fucked into you harder. The stimulation of your cock drove him insane. He groaned in every thrust. The sound of your wet skin clapping together echoed through the room.

“Mhm~! I-I’m gonna ngh~ cum!” He sung with a glorious tone. You granted him the permission he basically begged for. With only a few mere thrusts more into you, he bursted. Your walls being painted with a salty white liquid. It took a while for both of you to fully catch your breath. He moved a towel between your thighs as the cum oozed out. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He repeated. You didn’t know what to say, but you knew that you weren’t gonna be able to walk very well for a while.

#connor x reader #rk800 #detroit become human #connor anderson #connor rk800 #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #connor #connor dbh #dbh

[rk8connorzz]

"'𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞.'" 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Connor are asleep inside of your bed. When you wake up, Connor follows along.  𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m sorry this is so short, I just thought this was cute and I wanted to write it even though I didn’t have a lot of good ideas for where it was gonna go.

My eyes fluttered open. My dark eyes were situated to the lights being off. The only source of light was Connor's bright LED. He was flipped onto his side, sleeping peacefully. I moved under our warm duvet to get closer to Connor, preparing to fall back asleep. His LED flashed yellow for a split second, then back to blue. He never opened up his eyes. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I lifted my leg on top of his and cuddled in the crook of his neck. "You're being needy." Connor groaned. "You're the one who pulled me in." I teased. He huffed out a short laugh and kissed the top of my head. He rubbed quick circles into my back and pulled on the fabric on my top. "What's wrong?" I mumbled. He didn't respond, he just let out an airy giggle.

"I love you so much. I'm sorry these past few days have been so bad, I haven't really been myself." His voice was muffled since we were up so close to each other. I briefly kissed him and cuddled just a smidge closer. "You have nothing to apologize for, you've done nothing wrong." He shook out a sigh and whispered "Thank you. Please, never leave." I felt the sadness and fear inside his beautiful voice. "I promise you, I will never leave you."

#connor x reader #connor fluff #Connor Angst #Connor Anderson #Connor #rk800 #connor rk800 #i need therapy #dbh fanfic #dbh imagine #dbh connor #detroit become human

[rk8connorzz]

"𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Connor decided to come over to hang out a little bit, planning to confess something huge. Something he’s been meaning to do for a while. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Sorry for not posting much, I’ve been losing motivation and I’ve been very depressed lately. I had nothing to do so I just wrote something that felt right in the moment.

The glacial wind of Detroit's winter bit violently on my skin. The strong gusts of wind splashed my face, my nose and ears turning a rose color. My balcony was always a sort of safe space for me. I did so much up there. I'm able to see all of the city's glorious lights. I looked down, gazing upon the distant lights. Glowing like fireflies dancing harmoniously in the night sky. Earlier, a friend of mine asked to come over for a little. I had no reason to decline, and his company to me was ... pleasing.

He had texted me earlier he would be coming in around 5 minutes, he wasn't much farther out. “Probably was a shitty idea to drink when he's coming over” I grumbled. My head felt terrible. Like someone was drilling my skull open. I threw down my 2nd glass bottle of the day into the trash can sitting just below my feet. My phone lit up brightly. The white light emitting from the screen burned my eyes, which took a little bit to get used to. When I saw the notification, it was from Connor. 'I'm here!' The message read. 'Hey, Siri. Text Connor "Go ahead and come in."'

The AI on my phone beeped twice, signaling the text was sent. I waited for my door to slide open. I was bent over the stone separating me from falling. When I finally heard the door fly open, I was almost ecstatic to see his face. I waved him over and slid my fuzzy jacket over my arms. "Hello! I'm sorry it took so long, traffic wasn't all great today." We both reunited and embraced each other inside our arms. The heat emitting from his synthetic skin warmed me and held me with such great comfort. "No, it's fine. I was just looking at the lights. Do you ... uh. Wanna watch a movie or something?" I moved over to the kitchen to fix him a quick drink. I know he can't orally intake anything other than thirium since he's an android, and I've had to grow accustomed to that. It's always been a habit of mine to fix my guests a drink out of politeness. I opened up the bag of blue blood and poured it into a wine glass. It was the only glass I had inside of the cabinets.

I walked over to him with the drink in hand. Connor had already sat down in front of the TV. I set down the glass on the coffee table in front of him and slid my body into my brown leather sofa. My head filled with thoughts. I always became slightly nervous in his presence, not really intentionally. "Why did you want to come over?" I partially whispered. The glass was in between two of his fingers. With his other hand, he was circling the rim of the glass. Until he finally brought the glass up to his lips to take a drink. He stuttered his words a little bit and looked over at me. "I just wanted to see you. And ... I guess I have something I've been wanting to tell you." His LED circled yellow, then back to the white-blue shade it's normally at.

Connor seemed nervous. Timider. He's never like this. He's a calm and well-put-together man, and it slightly startled me. 'Did something bad happen?' 'Is he sick of you and he wants to abandon you?' Rushing thoughts filled my head. I hated feeling like this. But I just shrugged it off. I grabbed the remote next to me and flipped through a plethora of movies. "Is there anything you wanna watch?" He shook his head 'no' and waved his hand. "Just turn on whatever, it's all right with me." I sighed and clicked on Hulu to play a movie I've loved since I was a kid. Not a very child-friendly one but, my mother didn't seem to give a shit.

"I've never watched Zombieland. Is it good?" Connor asked. "I'd say so. People would disagree but it has some type of charm to it. And I've always loved zombie movies so, I guess I'm a little biased." He huffed out a laugh and set down his half-drunk glass of thirium. He shook his head and sighed, getting ready to tell me something.

"(Name). I've been deviant for almost a full year, and since Markus gave me that freedom, I've been experiencing all sorts of new emotions. Some of them scare me, some others comfort me. With that deviance, comes some new sides of me. I never thought I had. I never thought I would experience it. I was only built to be a machine, nothing more. Before, when I saw you, I didn't feel much. I couldn't feel even if I really tried. But you started to open my eyes. My world used to be black and white, do or don't. But now, everything seems so much more colorful. All thanks to you. All of these emotions I'm feeling for you. Hank says it's ... love. B-but ... I'm just so scared to say anything just in case I'm confusing feelings that are platonic and nothing more .. I-I this is all so new and frightening I-"

Before he could ramble on more, I cut him off by placing my hand on his leg. Clear tears filled the edges of my eyes, threatening to fall down. His face flipped to look at me in my glossy eyes. I weakly smiled before whispering "I love you too, Connor. I was so scared to admit it at first due to fear. I thought you would never be able to reciprocate those feelings but I-" His thirium flowed flawlessly into his cheeks, lighting them up to glow a beautiful blue shade. I quickly pulled Connor into a bear hug, almost squeezing him. He moved his head over to kiss my head. Then, began his own tears. I gave up on hiding my tears, them now falling down onto my cheeks.

Connor pulled away from the hug and before either of us said anything, he quickly took my lips into his. His hand tangled inside my hair. My hand flew to his cheek, my thumb rubbing it up and down. I slid my head to the side, deepening the kiss. Breathlessly, he pulled away to allow me to breathe. He looked down at the floor and took in a shaky breath. I pulled him into one more gentle hug before whispering,

"I love you."

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[rk8connorzz]

HELLO IM SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE! I’m going through rlly bad writers block and with school my schedule is all fucked up and I haven’t been able to find the motivation to write in my free time, but I might be adding a new chapter to the Connor X Reader and pls give me ideas for the title for the series 😭 ANYWAYS I might be posting something later but I’m not sure 

[rk8connorzz]

'𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶' // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Just after you followed Connor onto the large freighter, Jericho, you found yourself falling deeper into the water, completely blacked out. Connor managed to save you and bring you to where the deviants hid out until the revolution ended. 

I was already as exhausted as it was, and that impact when I hit the water just about did it. I was out like a light. Not being able to swim up to the surface, the water slowly pulled my heavy down to its dark surface. Markus, North, Josh, and Connor tried to elude Agent Perkins, just barely escaping this eagle-like watch.

Everything was a blur. I woke up inside an unfamiliar place, Connor sitting beside my body. He didn't speak, nor did he seem to move. My body didn't seem to want to move. Detroit's harsh winter air blew on my skin, biting at it. I grumbled, resulting in Connor turning his head and almost jumping up in excitement.  "(Name)! I...I'm glad you're all right." His slim body inched towards me. I noticed something different. "Connor? Whe-where's your jacket at?" His eyes twinkled in the moonlight as his cheeks dimpled. "I analyzed you and your body temperature was low, so I figured you needed it more than me." He tenderly grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers. It pained my aching back, but I sat up on the hard surface I was down on. "But, (Name). Why did you follow me? You were injured, it was dangerous." A pained grimace on my face followed his sentence. "I...I was scared. I didn't want you to get hurt so I followed you. I wanted to help. I'm sorry."

Connor drew closer near me, his gentle expression and his slightly open lips. I wanted to admire him like this all the time. It was breathtaking, really. His left palm cupped the side of my face. "Thank you. But, you could've been killed." I raised my eyebrow, "No shit, I thought about that. But I'm fine now, right?" I tried to move a little more, sliding my legs to the side. "I know, I just was so nervous about having you there. You matter too much to me, love." Connor's face closed in with mine, taking in my lips. The sudden and warm kiss drowned me in a pool of bliss. He turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss. A puddle of heated desire boiled in my stomach, longing for more. I'd kissed him before, but something about this was different. Like we were both opening our souls for each other to see, vulnerable to only each other for us to see. Nothing else mattered or existed to us at this moment. His hand fled from my cheek to my hair. He pulled away for a short take of air before we heard a voice closing towards our location.

"Con-?" Markus, the leader of the deviants walked in. He froze in place, perhaps in sudden shock. She cleared his throat, even if he didn't technically have one. "Ahem. I'll leave you two be. I'm glad you're all right, (Name)." Markus' voice then trailed off into the distance. Connor then turned towards me. My head was turned to where Markus walked in. "(Name)?" My head flipped over to look at him in his gorgeous brown eyes. "I love you, you know that right?" Connor almost whispered.  "I know, Con." He wrapped his arms behind me, tugging me into a warm embrace. "I love you so much, Connor."

#rk800 #rk800connor #connor x reader #connor fluff #Connor Anderson

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𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔞𝔣𝔞𝔟 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: smut!! 18+ under the cut. reader is afab so if this makes you uncomfortable, please don’t proceed! 

I knew it was a bad idea.

I begged myself not to do it because I know the consequences. But I did it anyways, despite my own many warnings. Connor's the type of man to get angry at small things, but he never lashed out. His anger labeled itself more as an annoyance if that makes sense. Just another homicide case Connor was trying to solve, and it frustrated him. Barely any leads to go on, and no suspects other than the victim's ex-husband. Though having a forensic kit at his fingertips, it was almost useless at the scene. It was just harmless teasing, I told myself. Now I'm a victim to every lewd thought he spits in my ear as his hands wander across my body.

I knew I was fucked, and that he wasn't gonna go easy on me.

His hands wandered down my pants then stopped suddenly where I needed him most. "P-please.." I breathed out, begging him to touch me. He had his back pinned against the wall, and I was right in front of him, my back situated on his chest. I felt him smirk in the crook of my neck before he connected his soft lips to the sensitive parts of my neck. His hands continued to grope my bare chest. His thumbs grazed back and forth across the hardening buds of my nipples. I shut my eyes tight and mewled softly, succumbing to the pleasure. His lips continued from my neck to my shoulder, leaving deep marks in his trial. He marked me as his more with every hickey he placed on my skin. He placed his free hand over my mouth, applying firm pressure onto it. "Shh, baby." He whispered. His breath against my ear drove me mad, I wanted him to take me then and there, but he knew what he wanted to do. And I was gonna let him do it to me.

My breathing got more and more staggered when he placed his hand just above my clit. I needed him, but he wanted to drive me insane. My eyes were situated on the hand that was rubbing my thighs. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you want soon. Just let me have a bit of fun, hm?" His sultry voice hypnotized me and held me with comfort. But his deep voice just dripped with lust, and he knew that it made me just more turned on. He turned me around and pinned me against the wall. He inched his body closer to mine. His lips just grazed over mine before he took them into his. This tongue tapped at the bottom of my lips, asking for entrance. I opened my mouth for him to plunge his tongue in deeply. Licking in my mouth as I did his, eventually pulling away from the slow, deep kiss. A line of our shared saliva connected our swollen lips. His chest heaved up and then back down again as he gasped for air. My hands were both on his clothed chest. Maybe if the situation didn't have me in a more submissive position, I would be in more control. But no, he had all control over me.

He ordered me to get onto my knees, so I obeyed. I fell down slowly onto both of my knees. They were both spread outwards. I rested my hand upon my clit, massaging it just slightly. He didn't have to tell me what to do, I already knew. I began to undo his belt, then unzipping his dark jeans. His bulge became more visible when his pants were removed. I eyed it before slipping off his boxers just so I can see his full erection. The length was enough to make anyone surprised, he was definitely bigger then he seems to be. I kissed the tip, then took the top into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it and jerking off the area that my mouth couldn't reach. His full length couldn't enter my mouth fully without me gagging. I played with myself harsher as I reached my long-awaited orgasm. He placed his large hands around the back of my head, forcing me down onto his cock more. I gagged on him after he made me bottom out. He let go to let me breathe, but I didn't need a long break. I began licking him more, making dead eye contact with him. I begged him to cum in my mouth without even speaking, my facial expressions were enough to let him know. As he almost let him release himself, I pulled away. He lifted my chin to face him. I stood up to meet the slightly taller man. He pulled me into another kiss, his tongue attacked the inside of my mouth. He resumed the groping almost instantly. Then suddenly stopped all of his movements. "Turn around." He ordered.

I obliged the dominant man and turned around, my back facing him and my front facing the wall. He pushed me against it and placed the head of his dick onto my entrance. My breath hitched. Then began the soft begging. I wanted him to destroy me. I've been begging for it all day, in fact. He took my invitation and let himself in. The bliss I felt when he entered me was unexplainable. He allowed me to situate myself to his length before he started moving. Going harsher and harder with every deep thrust. I felt him inside of my stomach, it even left a dent in my stomach when he bottomed out. It was pure heaven and hell. I needed to release, but he tried his best to make sure I didn't while he was reaching for his own orgasm. He moaned slightly inside my ear. Our mixed sounds of pleasure filled the hot and heavy room. His breath hitched when I clenched around him. I knew he was reaching his orgasm, and I was reaching mine. I needed him to cum inside of me, I'd been wanting this all night. He thrust into me as hard as he could, holding onto my hips and he pounded himself further into me. He was losing his composure, I could feel it when his rhythm started fucking up. I was a stuttering mess, barely being able to form complete sentences. Soon, he completely stopped moving as both of the knots forming in our stomachs violently snapped.

It took around a minute for us to collectively catch our breath. He looked down at me and said "I'm so proud of you, baby."

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𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔰 // 𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔡900

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: This was supposed to go up on Gavin’s birthday but I got caught up with some other things and completely forgot to finish this so I finally got to it and finished it. Btw, yes this is mostly a Detroit: Evolution Reed900.

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My birthday was always a day I dreaded. There was nothing to look forward to, no one to spend it with. No one took time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday, in fact, most people forgot about it. I wasn't expecting visitors today, but the visitor for me was more than welcome. Maybe I didn't have the courage to tell him face-to-face that I loved him. Maybe tonight it'll be different.

"Gavin? Are you in there?" Nines said in between his rhythmic knocks on my wooden door. I hurried up and slid my sweater over my chest to greet the android at my front door. When I opened the door, Nines' stare almost met my eyes completely perfectly. "Hello, Detective R-" "Nines, you don't gotta be so damn formal near me. Gavin is fine." His LED glared yellow, then back to blue. "I apologize, Gavin. I also apologize for showing up on such short notice." I hated when he talked about things in such a clinical matter. He acted like he was giving a speech while talking almost constantly, but it was one of the things I find attractive about him. His way with words.

"Just come in," I grumbled. He walked into the dim house with something inside of his hands. I didn't bother to look into it further. "Today is your birthday, isn't it? I bought you something in celebration." I'll admit I was surprised, no one has done that for a while. Most just forget about my birthday. I guess since he's an android, forgetting things isn't really 'easy' for him. "I- Thanks. You didn't have to." I was facing away from Nines, knowing that if I did look at him, I would be pierced by his almost fatal eye contact.

"I just wanted to get you something for the occasion is all. I know it's late but I got off of work only an hour ago and the drive here isn't very short. You weren't at the office today, can I ask where you were?" I didn't want to really tell him because it was pathetic. At least to me, it is. "I just didn't want to go to work." I felt his gaze. He was analyzing me, wasn't he? "I understand. In any case, here," He handed me a medium-sized wrapped box with red ribbons forming a T-shape on the outside and a red bow to tie it all together on top.

When I took it out of his hands, it weighed down my hands as they came along. "Fuck, what did you put in here?" Nines chuckled at my question. "Just something I thought you would enjoy." His eyes lit up in enthusiasm while I sat the box down on my coffee table to fully unwrap it. It was a box for a new coffee maker. "Nines? Did you really get me a coffee machine?" "I thought it would help. You were talking about how the one at the DPD isn't very tangible so I tried to help you find a solution."

It was cute, and I really did like the present. "Thank you...Nines." I took a deep breath. In...and then back out again. "Can I ask you something?" He sat down on my couch about a foot away from me. "Of course, Gavin." Sweat glazed my skin as I prepared myself to finally tell him. "I-I...I think I might...love you. Like, I've felt so attached to you since we met, and god. When we first met, I was such a dick and I feel so bad. I really wanted to make it right by trying to be nicer but when you started being a little kinder as well, I started to fall for you, y'know?"

I finally looked over my shoulder to look at Nines' eyes. It looked like...was he crying? "Ga-Gavin. I...I'm flattered. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I wanted to hide it as best I could. I think I might be in love with you as well. Even when you weren't exactly the easiest to be around, the reason I stayed was that I was in love with you." I really wasn't expecting to spill out my feeling for him but hey, I act out of impulsiveness all the time.

"I love you, Gavin Reed." "I love you too, tin can."

[rk8connorzz]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3 // 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

Connor and I split up. He went with Hank and I drove to the homicide alone. I didn't want to leave him, I wanted him all to myself. I wanted to be selfish for him. But I never could. After all, he's just an android. Police and ambulance surrounded the run-down house. I was already inside the house, waiting for Hank and Connor to arrive. Carlos Ortiz. He was found by his landlord who decided to stop by after he realized Carlos hadn't paid rent in a while. That's when the body was found. The stench was awful, and the scene was almost nauseating. I remember my first homicide. I walked over to the side and threw up like a dog. I've been a detective for a while now, so I've gotten used to shit like this. Though I don't want to admit it, it's the truth.

"Evenin' Hank. We were starting to think you weren't gonna show." "Yeah, that was the plan until this asshole found me." Connor stood behind Hank, obviously hearing the insult. A part of me felt bad, but at least Hank wasn't talking about Connor behind his back. It wasn't making the situation any better, anyways. "So. You got yourself an android, huh?" "Oh, very funny. Just tell me what happened." They all began walking into the building. He began his briefing, which was everything I was well aware of. Connor didn't seem to even try to greet me. Not even a passing glance. Maybe he just didn't notice me. No. He would've noticed. I was standing right there in plain sight. Why? Why do I feel like this? I began walking around. There were bottles littered everywhere. It was almost revolting. The state of the apartment, he had an android but why was it still so dirty? I first checked out the TV stand since Hank was at the corpse. One thing stood out on the stand from everything else. Red ice. Huh. Seems like he was a fun dude. Connor leaned over the kitchen knife, which is most likely the murder weapon. They were going to cover the living room, so I walked into the kitchen, saving the living room for later.

Knocked down chairs. Most likely there was some sort of struggle going on. A dented metal baseball bat. And more of Carlos' blood on the walls. The hallway that led to the bathroom was the most curious to me. Inside the shower, a kind of religious offering hid. Words were scrapped onto the walls. Obsessive writing. RA9..? Huh. I've only been to one android crime scene which was the one with Daniel, and he wasn't quite like this. Was RA9 another android? It seemed to be the only plausible answer.

Throughout my investigation, Connor didn't pay me any attention. I don't know why it rubbed me the wrong way. I hated it. So many people say "Don't end up getting attached, everyone leaves." But I can't. I don't want to be attached to his hip like this, but I feel like I can't control it. Even hearing his voice makes my heart skip a beat. I can't talk to anyone about this, they'll just think it's unnatural. I'm trying to stop it. It's just not working. What's wrong with me?

"Lieutenant. I think I know what happened." I happily listened to what Connor said. Though I wasn't much interested, hearing his sultry and sweet voice just makes everything seem alright. "It all started in the kitchen." "There are obvious signs of a struggle. The question is, what happened." They both moved towards the kitchen where most of the murder happened. "I think the victim attacked the android with the bat." "That lines up with the evidence. Go on." "The android stabbed the victim with the knife." "Okay, then what happened?" "The android murdered the victim with the knife." "Okay. Your theory isn't totally ridiculous. But it doesn't tell us where the android went." I watched where they both moved, never losing sight. The spotlight was on Connor and only Connor. "It was damaged by the bat and lost some thirium." "Lost some what?" "Thirium. You call it 'blue blood'. It's the fluid that powers androids' biocomponents. It evaporates after a few hours and becomes invisible to the naked eye." "Ah. But I bet you can still see it, can't you?" "Correct." Connor looked away from Hank in my direction, making eye contact for a split second before snapping back. I wanted to give up hypothetically chasing Connor. But I never seemed to be able to. It's so hard not to look at him. Not to be attracted to him. But I'm only getting in the way. My little 'crush' as Gavin puts it is putting my career at stake. He's distracting me and I'm distracting him. The only difference is, I'm in love with him. Before I heard Connor or Hank say anything else, I excused myself. "I'm going home." "You sound bittersweet. The fucks up with you." I bit the bottom of my lip in frustration. "Nothing. I'll see you tomorrow." I heard Hank mutter under his breath. "Fuckin’ crazy."

I pushed myself through the small crowd. People were annoyed I was being aggressive. But I didn't give a shit. I was so blinded by my overwhelming emotions. I hated it. My car felt lonely without Connor in it. I felt like a part of me was gone whenever I wasn't around him. What changed? I'm getting ahead of myself. He probably didn't give a shit even when it seemed like he did. I was such a coward. Why did this one person change almost everything about me? I wanted to feel normal. But I only feel normal near him.

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[rk8connorzz]

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: connor has been having very bad nightmares due to the trauma of his past 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: depicted gore, brief mention of suicide The moonlight was comfortably set over Detroit, and almost everyone was sound asleep in their homes. Just distant sounds of traffic and people talking from outside could distract me from lying with Connor. A brisk gust of air blows into the room, dragging the cool temperature down slightly. Connor’s synthetic skin warmed where I touched him and where I didn’t, making the cool temperature of the room bearable.

 The night went as most do. Connor and I both fell asleep in the warm embrace of each other’s arms. We were both on our sides facing each other - his arm was around my waist and spooning my back while his other hand was underneath my body. My arm outstretched onto Connor’s lower torso.

Connor’s LED shone a brilliant shade of blue as he dozed off into sleep. He looked so elegant while idle. Just tracing my hand along his jaw while he sleeps, memorizing every freckle placed on his skin, looking at just how beautifully they designed him. ‘How did I find someone as perfect as him?’ I thought.

 I almost fell asleep until I realized Connor twitching slightly, his LED switching from yellow to red, then back again. His breathing became more and more staggered, causing me to worry slightly more. He gripped onto the loose clothing on my back as if it was the last thing keeping him from falling to his untimely death. Sweat beaded down his brow to his chin. I rocked him back and forth with my hand, trying to wake him. ‘Connor? Hey, Hey! Baby, please get up!’ I whisper yelled to him, but to no avail. 

Whatever nightmare he had, it wasn’t just a normal one for him. He’s had nightmares, but none seemed this.. detrimental. When my shaking on his whole body worked, he awoke with a sharp gasp and a violent flinch as if he was just hit. Now his LED was a deep crimson which never changed, even to yellow.  I sat up and tried to help him calm down his hyperventilating. He was muttering to himself in between harsh sobs. ‘I didn’t..I’m sorry. I-It was-wasn’t me I...wasn’t- that wasn’t..me.’ I pulled him into my arms and circled my pointer finger onto his back. This seemed to calm his muttering and his bawling. ‘It’s alright, baby. You’re alright, you’re safe.’ He still didn’t loosen his tight grip onto my pajamas. After his sobs calmed down, he began to speak. ‘I-I didn’t mean to..I was for-forced to..I’m ju- I’m so..so sorry..’ His torso began to rack with violent shivers. ‘You don’t have to tell me what happened, sweetheart unless you want to. Just try to calm down, I’m here. You can tell me anything, I’ll be here for you.’ He regained his composure and begun explaining the dream. ‘I..When I was still a machine, I connected to a deviants memory while he killed himself. You were there if I remember correctly. And I felt..like I was dying along with him. I was...so scared. I felt fear for the first time but I just...just- denied it. I felt like if I did, I would be deactivated and shut off. I woul- would just be sent to..to the junkyard where- where all the f-faulty androids went. I..I was there..and I-I...I tried..to convince them not to send me there.. but they just did-didn’t listen to me. I-I don’t wanna die!’ I wanted to do anything in my power to help him move on from who he once was. He couldn’t do anything about it, he was forced to by Amanda. By Cyberlife. He still holds it against himself and it pains me to know how much pain he is in. I want him to be happy, and when he isn’t, I feel like I’m not happy along with him. ‘I understand you still think that it’s your fault, but it isn’t. You would’ve been deactivated and analyzed if you did show signs of deviancy. You felt like you needed to hide your emotions for the sake of the mission. For the sake of yourself. Amanda forced you to do things you weren’t alright with doing, and I’m so sorry, sweetie. I want to be able to kiss away your problems. You’ve brought hundreds of hopeless androids a light at the end of the tunnel, and you think that you’re still a bad person? Many people are very grateful for you, as they should be. You’ve done amazing things, and you deserve to know it. I love you, Connor. If you want to, we could just try to fall back asleep for if you don’t want to, we can find something to do. I’m not very tired, I’ve already taken a nap. I just wanna hold you, make you feel alright.’ His grip finally let go, his muscles unclenching themselves.  ‘I..I love you so much, honey. I’m so sor-sorry if I worried you.. We can go back to bed, I’m sorry for waking you.’ I placed a kiss onto his head and pulled him up closer to my chest. ‘Alright, baby. Goodnight, sleep well.’ ‘Goodnight, (Name). I love you.’ I intertwined our hands together and rubbed his thumb with mine as I whispered, ‘I love you too, baby.’

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[rk8connorzz]

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2 // 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶

Note: I know the timing isn’t canon really, but don’t mind it just go along with it xoxo

- A few months after Chapter One - I haven't let go. My partner, Hank Anderson, thinks it's just a stupid obsession. "You'll get over it." He always tells me. But I've only missed him more and more ever since. I was investigating a new case at my home. An android who murdered a woman in front of the sex club, the Eden Club. That place always made me sick. I was informed me and Hank have been assigned to the deviancy case, as well as a new android to assist us. Though, I'm unsure if Hank was informed. He was doing his regular activities, getting drunk at Jimmy's Bar. I would've come along, but I needed to work on this case. My hand rested on my head, massaging it. I had a terrible headache. Just the day before, I was drinking away my sorrows with Hank. The hangover from the night before gave me the worst headache. I'm too lazy to walk up and get some Aspirin. I had multiple band-aids on my face. I had a large cut on my eyebrow and my cheekbone from a fight last night Hank had to break up. I'm not responsible while I'm drunk, that's for damn sure.

*Knock Knock Knock*

The three knocks on my door brought me back to reality. I wasn't expecting anybody, and I'm not visitor friendly with how my house looks and how I'm dressed. Despite barely being able to stand, I forced myself to go answer the door anyways. I almost collapsed underneath my weight, but managed to latch on to things around my house to situate myself as I made my way to the door. The person rang the doorbell over and over. "Anybody home?" The voice yelled. A.. familiar voice. "Yeah! Hold on just a bit!" I yelled back in reply. I looked in through the peephole just out of curiosity.

What.

What!?

He..he's here. I stood in disbelief. It's been so long. My hand rested over my mouth. My trembling hand gripped the doorknob to swing it open slightly. "Hello, Detective." He greeted. "I- Hey, Connor!" Then came the familiar feeling. My cheeks swelled red with all the blood flooding into them. How my body felt like it was on fire. "May I come in?" He asked, politely. "Uh- Yeah, sure." I moved to the side to let him in. "Sorry, I wasn't uhm.. expecting anyone. What do you need?" I'm never this polite with anyone. I'm irritated with almost everyone I meet, why does this feel different? I feel like I have to be polite, I want him to think I'm a good person. I need to alter my personality as much as I can around him so he doesn't think lowly of me. Why am I holding myself to such a high standard for this man that I barely even know? God! "I apologize for arriving at such short notice. You were assigned a case early this evening. A homicide, involving a Cyberlife android. In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators." I let my head down and shook it, sighing. "Fuck. Fowler is kicking my ass with these cases, huh? What about Hank?" His LED shone yellow, before circling back to a shade of ocean blue. "Lieutenant Anderson? I was going to look for him after I got you." "Oh yeah? Well, good luck. He's at Jimmy's Bar getting drunk to forget about life. He's easily agitated when it comes to androids." His company to me still had some getting used to. I was so worried about driving him off, but it seems to be going well so far. "So I was told, but I assure you, I'll be alright." There he goes again, smiling with that stupid smile. Making me feel like I'm about to fall over. He was a piece of art, and I could stare at him forever. Every small moment we spent together, even if short-lived, sucked the rot out of my bloodstream. He was my only remedy for this vast loneliness.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be fine. Hold on, let me get a little more prepared." He sat down on the couch and waited for me patiently. I slipped on my jacket over my bare arms and then walked upstairs to the bathroom. I looked at my band-aids in the mirror and decided to take them off. They weren't too deep, so I don't need to have them covered all the time. My hair was a tad messy, but I didn't bother with it. It'll just evolve into me getting more pissed off at my hair for not cooperating. I slipped on my boots which were next to the bathroom door and almost ran down the stairs.

"Hey, Con." He turned around to face me, his back still turned away from me though. "What happened to your face?" I laughed at his reaction. "Nothing important. Just a bar fight. I get in them all the time, the other person just was a little stronger than I initially thought." "I understand. Please, try to take care of yourself. The wounds don't seem too detrimental, that's a relief." He said while standing up from his spot. I felt so at home just in his mere presence. He just had to show that he cared, and that sold me. He was my favorite part of being alive and dear god. If I lose him for that long again, I'm unsure of what I'll do. I've fallen so deeply in love with him in such a short amount of time, it seems unnatural. If only I could control these overwhelming emotions, this won't be as awkward as it is.

"Detective? Are you alright?" "Yeah, sorry. Let's just go." He nodded while walking, I grabbed an umbrella with my hand that wasn't reaching over to grab my car keys. "Would you like me to drive?" Connor broke the silence between us with his polite request. "Sure. Here." I tossed the keys over to him to which he swiftly grasped them in his palm. His stare almost felt piercing. Like he was looking straight through me. Who am I kidding? My obsession with him is probably so easy to notice. Even if I didn't think so. I was lost in his eyes. Eye contact was hard to keep, but he never seemed to break it with me. 

- Small Time Skip - 

"You seem to be staring at me, Detective. Is there something wrong?" I realized I was staring directly at him without really realizing it. "No. You're just nice to look at." His gaze softened at the gesture. "Most of the people at the predicament stated you were an unpleasant person to be around. That doesn't seem to be the case. In any case, thank you. You're quite nice to look at as well." Did he mean that? Maybe it was just a program of his talking. "We're here," Connor said. I looked outside. Jimmy's Bar was always a hotspot for people looking for some trouble, or just for some closure. Detroit has been in an age of drugs and alcohol for around 5 years now. And no matter how many drug busts occur, red ice dealers never seem to give up selling some of it to their consumers. We both exited the vehicle and walked toward the bar. "I'll wait outside, I'd rather not be tempted to buy a few drinks before we go." Connor seemed to agree with what I said. Does he know I have a hangover? Probably. It took him a while before he finally walked out of the bar with Hank. Connor wasn't torn in half and Hank wasn't strangling the life out of Connor, so I'll take that they're gonna get along perfectly.

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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 // "𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱?"

August 15th, 2038. The crime scene of a deviant named Daniel standing atop a roof, a little girl in his pale arms. A gun pointed against the poor child's left temple. The crime scene was full of fully equipped officers with their guns trained on the deviant's location. Captain Allen of the SWAT team hollered at his phone. Something about an android being sent to negotiate with the blonde deviant. I was a detective assigned to the scene of the homicide. The corpse of John Phillips, the father of the hostage, stayed dormant next to the couch. I waited patiently away from the fire of the android out on the balcony for the android to negotiate. My arms were crossed in with each other across my chest. The muffled sobs of the mother were the only thing I could concentrate on. "No, please! I can't leave her!" The mother yelled, and yelled, and yelled. She never seemed to stop, even though I think she knew there was no convincing them. "Negotiator on sight. I repeat, negotiator on sight." An agent waiting in front of the elevator said into his walky-talky. My half-lidded eyes shot up in an emotion similar to excitement. I was curious. What model would they be? Is it their first time doing this? Will they have enough time to save the hostage?

"Please! You have to save my little girl!... Wait. You're sending an android? You... You can't do that! You w-why aren't you sending a real person?! Keep that thing away from my daughter!" She yelled at the tall man who just arrived at the scene. He didn't seem to ring any bell. Not a PL600. Not a JB300. He seemed new, like a new model Cyberlife recently created. His eyes glow a beautiful shade of brown. He wore a dark suit. The model number read 'RK800'. The light shone so well onto his figure, making him look as if he was glowing. One strand of hair flew over his forehead while the rest was slicked back. A few freckles were placed on his face. On his cheeks and his forehead mostly. He walked over to Captain Allen. My eyes still rested upon him. I was almost mesmerized by his mere presence.

"Captain Allen. My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife?" He first introduced himself. Connor, huh? "It's firing at everything that moves. It already shot down two of my men. We could easily get it but they're at the edge of the balcony. If it falls, she falls." The conversation was short-lived between the two men. The captain then got into Connor's face. He seemed unfazed by his closeness. As if.. he was already used to it.

He began to walk in my direction. "Detective. My name is Connor. I'm the andro-" "I know who you are, Connor." I cut him off. "Oh. All right. Do you know what happened?" The barely taller man rested a soft smile upon his angelic lips. "Yeah. The deviant's name is Daniel. He and the hostage were both very close. The deviant must've found out he was going to get replaced by another android. That's what must've triggered him to become deviant. He then grabbed the father's gun in the bedroom and shot the father while he was on the couch. The mother called the police and the deviant took the child hostage on the balcony until the police came. You're free to look around." His mellow attitude mixed with his almost hypnotizing gaze made it seemingly impossible for me to look away. Was it clear my face got hotter while he inched closer toward me? Is it noticeable that I'm nervous? "Thank you, Detective." He gave me one short nod before wandering off to negotiate with Daniel.

His arm got grazed by the incoming bullet shot from the handgun. No pain was upon his cold stare. "Hi, Daniel! My name is Connor!" "How... How do you know my name?!" "I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this!" A helicopter arrived, hovering over the balcony. Multiple snipers were aimed directly at Daniels's torso and head. The helicopter blew water out of the pool onto the remainder of the balcony. Connor began explaining how Daniel feels and what may have triggered it, inching closer as he did so. I watched in awe and anticipation. The new android intrigued me. I attempted to shrug off this feeling. I haven't experienced this type of feeling for another being for so long, and I've barely known this person. It almost frightened me. I was.. scared? I didn't want him to get closer to Daniel on the off chance that he'll be shot. I didn't realize I was spacing out until the deviant groaned loudly, flailing his arm around. "I can't take that noise anymore! Tell that helicopter to get out of here!" Daniel demanded Connor. Connor moved his arms while facing the helicopter, signaling it to go. "There. I did what you asked." Daniel seemed to trust Connor more with everything that he was told. "You have to trust me, Daniel! Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be all right!" Huh. He seemed as if he's done this before. Assistant police androids have existed for a while now but as far as I'm aware, this is the first time an android has been playing an active role in criminal investigations. I spaced out again. Of course. Though I wanted to pay attention, the new android seemed to be a little more important in my book. "All right. I trust you." Bad idea, Daniel.

One bullet straight to the right side of his torso as soon as he let go of the hostage. One to the right side of his head. Then one to his left cheek. He dropped down onto his knees, dark blue thirium dripping out of every single large bullet wound visible upon his skin. "You lied to me, Connor. You lied to me." His voice got more distorted as he continued. Until he eventually shut down. Connor began walking back to the elevator, officers flooding onto the balcony. I leaned my body back up to meet Connor's pace. "Hey." I attempted to get his attention. Thankfully, it worked. "Mind if I walk with you?" He shook his head from side to side. It felt like my presence.. inconvenienced him. Like I was just adding more onto his plate. "Was that your first time negotiating?" "Yes. I was only activated earlier to be sent out to this scene." I scoffed slightly, almost not believing him. "Huh. You seemed to handle that situation perfectly." "Thank you, Detective." We stood in silence until the elevator doors opened. The tension of what just unfolded still lingered in the air, overstaying its welcome. The ding that came from the elevator broke almost silence. We both stepped into the elevator in complete harmony. Connor reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a quarter. He began to fiddle with it. Flipping it from his thumb into the air, and then again, until bringing both of his hands to his sides to hit the coin from his hands, he was getting ready to get another trick before the elevator dinged once more. "So.. I'll see you later?" I said. "I look forward to it." He didn't sound like he meant it. He walked away, then disappeared into the night. A sigh escaped my lips. I stepped out of the elevator. The rain began to pick up, wetting my hair. I didn't have anything to shield myself from the rain as I wasn't aware that it was going to rain. I looked down in defeat.

I haven't truly felt anything like that in what seems to be years. My only hope of finally being someone different is gone and wants nothing to do with me. How pathetic is that? I reached into my front pocket to bring out my car keys. I didn't park far away from the scene, but I didn't want to be near all of the cop cars. The wet plops of my boots hitting the damp concrete were heard as well as the sound of the rain hitting the ground. After around 3 minutes of walking, I reached my car. I was unbelievably tired, but I had no hope of actually sleeping.

-Time Skip-

I arrived home around 15 minutes ago. I still had my initial outfit on, other than my black jacket. I lay on my dark bed. My eyes stared absentmindedly at the chipping paint covering my ceiling. My chest racks with every deep shiver I take. I felt dormant. I couldn't stop thinking of him, no matter how hard I try. My mind just drifts back to Connor. Why? I'm probably never going to meet him again. He could never even feel the same about me. Sweat dribbled down my brow, and the heat of my room set in. I couldn't seem to move despite how badly I wanted to. My limbs just never moved an inch. I felt angry, empty, lost, but so in.. love? Is this love? I can't believe it. I got attached to someone who could never reciprocate those feelings. He's an android.

Just an android.

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𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔫𝔦𝔞 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Insomnia really isn’t making your life any easier. With all of the stress with a hard case and feelings with someone who may not even feel the same towards you, it makes everything seem tasking. Soon, that’ll all change when you finally find out about the crush's true feelings. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: angst with tooth rotting fluff

Sleep has become harder to produce. The dark voids surrounding my eyes are coming back, and I have nothing to do about it. I lie comfortably, wrapped sweetly inside my gray duvet. Sleep was rare for me, rarely falling into that sweet sucker of temporary bliss. I wanted to lie dormant inside my gentle bed, but never could. Rushing thoughts filled my brain. The cold rain trickled down onto my bedroom window. I looked at them absentmindedly like I was a child again watching two raindrops fall down the car window, wondering which one would fall first. That thought reminded me of being a child. I miss being able to watch TV in the comforting embrace of my father's arm. I miss it when my mother wasn't ashamed to look me in the eyes. Maybe one faithful day, I'll be able to live my life once more as if I was a child, running around a field of dandelions with my best friend. My insomnia is affecting my own work now. Walking into the DPD sluggishly, just wishing I had gotten sleep the night before. Chugging down another cup full of warm coffee while I worked on case files inside my office became common. One of the androids inside the DPD, Connor, noticed that I was more distant. I was doing everything sitting down. How my office became a home away from home to me. He constantly knocked on my office door. I knew it was him whenever he did knock, it was always the same. Three knocks, one after the other, then one knock following shortly after. I was always glad to see his angelic face walk into my office. Just seeing him makes it feel like I've been kissed by an angel. I want that feeling to last, but it never will. It never has.

I sighed, my chest heaving up, then back down again. The room I was in was dimly lit, the only light being produced was caused by the pale moonlight, streaking just slightly into my bedroom. The bedroom was chilly, but it wasn't numbing. I stayed leaned over my desk. I was stuck at a dead end. A case with nowhere to turn to. A deviant who kidnapped a child, but left seemingly no trace. I was stuck, and I felt as if I was crumbling. Failure isn't an option. Why did they even assign me this case? RK900 could do anything I could do but so much better. I'm insignificant compared to him. I can't do anything right. I questioned my methods, maybe I've been going at this all wrong? I sighed, accepting defeat. I just wish I could ask Fowler if I could be relieved of my duties so I wouldn't have to feel this dread over this case. The lack of sleep made everything seem harder. Everything seemed far away, even if I was close to it. I was never truly awake, and I was never truly asleep. The constant caffeine consumption offered a temporary solution. My desk was littered with paperwork, empty energy drinks, and half-drunk coffee cups. The weight I put onto my legs seemed almost unbearable, and before I could try to protest, I collapsed. I couldn't remember anything after. It was all such a blur. My heavy eyes fell down, swallowing me whole.

The day passed as I slept. I ignored everything, no one could wake me from this. Babies couldn't even sleep this well. I rested on the peach-colored carpet. It itched the bare skin on my cheek, and my whole body was glazed slightly with cold sweat. Maybe around 16 hours passed before I finally awoke. The bright white light of my phone ringing burned my eyes. My arm fled to the phone, pressing the green button to greet Connor’s familiar voice. 'Hello?' Connor said. 'Hey, what's up?' 'Thank god you picked up, I was a little worried. You aren't at the office, and that isn't very common with you.' 'You don't need to worry. I'm sorry for worrying you.' 'No need to apologize, Detective. You didn't do anything wrong. How are you doing?' 'I..I'm fine, just tired. How are you?' I silently hoped he didn't catch my blatant lie. I stayed lying down on the carpet. I didn't have any energy to actually move from my spot on the carpet. Even though the cold bit my skin, I never got up to grab a blanket and warm myself up. We continued the conversation. Just small talk to lighten the melancholy mood. It didn't last long. Connor's break never really did. I wished that the conversation wouldn't end though. I loved talking with him. He showed me a light at the end of the tunnel, and I couldn't ever ask for anyone else to be my closest friend other than him. I loved him, but I couldn't ever tell him that. He would never be able to return those feelings after all.

As he hung up, I was met with a familiar sense of pure dread and loneliness set inside my heart. I curled up into a ball and just sat. Tears didn't fall, thoughts didn't fill my head. It felt like I was a husk of a person who once was. I didn't even bother to call Fowler or Gavin. I just couldn't seem to move no matter how hard I tried. It wasn't long until my phone rang again, and the same caller ID was on the screen.

'Hello, I apologize for calling again in such a short amount of time. I just wanted to ask you a quick question.' 'Go ahead, Con.' He hesitated before beginning to ask the question. 'Are you doing anything tonight?' He practically whispered. 'No, I don't. Why?' 'Is it all right if I came over to your house for a bit? I've been wanting to hang out with you one on one for a while.' 'I...Sure. Go ahead.' 'I'll head over after my shift, is that all right?' 'Of course, text me when you're heading over.' 'All right! See you later, (Name)!' 'You too, Con. Bye!'

- Time skip -

I didn't take much time cleaning up my home. I could barely even find the energy to get up from the spot I lay in for 16 hours. I sat down idly on my couch waiting for Connor to knock on my door. He texted me that he was coming over around 30 minutes ago, but no sign of him was found after he texted me. I didn't mean to be impatient, but I've just been so anxious. Being around him even at work makes me freak out, and now with him coming over to my house, I feel as if my heart is beating out of my chest. Like it may stop at any time. I've been around him before, why is this any different? I questioned myself. Soon, the knock upon my door was seemingly the only thing I could hear. I almost fell down to the floor due to how quickly I stood up from my spot on the couch. I regained my composure before I met the man face to face. Gripping ahold of the metal doorknob and turning it to the right. I pulled the door open quickly. He was wearing a light gray sweater with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, dark jeans, and black shoes.

I shot him a comforting smile before moving to the side to allow him to walk into my cinnamon-smelling house. I heard him take a deep breath in, and then out again. I gestured for him to sit down on the couch before walking over to the kitchen to fix him a drink. 'Would you like a drink?' He looked towards me, then politely said 'No thank you.'

Small talk ensued, as always. I had nothing really to talk about, and neither does he. I asked him if he's getting any progress with the case, and he is. He's a big help, and I want to make sure he knows that. I sit down next to him, a small wine glass in both of my sweaty palms. 'You look disconnected, are you all right?'

Connor's concerned voice broke me out of almost completely spacing out. 'Yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to worry-' '(Name),' He said, sighed, and then continued. 'You can tell me anything, y'know that. You don't have to feel like you should withdraw your feelings. I'm here to listen.' I didn't want to dump my feelings onto him. He wanted to hang out, not listen to me dump out my pointless feelings onto him. 'No, I'm fine.' I said, sternly. I knew he didn't wish to poke at me to tell him. He reached out his left hand to rest it on my thigh. 'I know you're not all right. I've noticed. The dark circles around your eyes, how you're intaking more and more caffeine, how you stay inside of your office almost all the time, isolating yourself from everyone around you, and how you refuse to talk about your feelings. I catch on to things quickly, and I'm very worried about you. I want to help you, but I can't do anything if you won't talk to me.'

It feels like he's interrogating me. Like I'm a freshly caught deviant he's trying to pry information out of. I wasn't so used to having people actually care. It was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. 'I..I'm sorry. I don't mean to worry you. I'm just so fucking... tired.' He inched closer to me and brought me into his warm embrace.

'I'm so sorry you feel this way. I don't know how to help much, but know that I am always going to be here for you. I care for you more than anyone else. You're the only person I've ever... felt.. romantic feelings towards. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to stand here by your side, cheering you on. I love you so much, that's never going to change. Before I was deviant, I refused to believe it was love. I just thought I was getting attached. But dear god, was I wrong, huh?' His words lost me. They held me with comfort and dragged me into heaven. Then, I gave up my front. The wall blocking him from entering my heart finally collapsed under its own weight. Salty tears fell down my face, soft whimpers escaping my mouth. He just held me, not speaking. And that was the most comfort I've felt in years. He moved his lips to my head, pressing a kiss to it.

I could get used to this, huh?

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