#connor x y/n

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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

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

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

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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AUTHORS NOTE: ur a real one if u get the reference at the end, but I just wanted to say I'm so grateful for all the support that you guys show me ♡ I hope i didnt miss any tags, so pls lmk if i did !! ALSOO i'm so sorry for using y/n. i hate it but i literally don't know what else to put.

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[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

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

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

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

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

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

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

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

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

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

fuck.

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

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

how would she sound?

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

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

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

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

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

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

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

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

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 21: Formal Wear

Fandom: Detroit:Become Human

Character: Connor

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

A/n: feeling very meh with this one

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ash-writies]

hiiii~ i saw that you didn’t cross out touch starved, so i wanted to request that if it hasn’t been already!

may i request a suggestive thing with connor with the prompt “touch starved”? like, he’s starting to experience sexual desire since the day he deviated and he tries to explain how he feels, and the reader helps him out 🥰

A/n: Finally putting a temporary end to the touch starved prompt…although this physically pained me to write I hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are very appreciated <3

A/n II: Sorry this took so long to push out. I had a whole plan for this ask but then I chickened out and didn’t know what to write :(

Summary: When you come back from out of town you notice Connor acting shady. The next morning he decides to talk to you about it.

Warnings: Smut

~900 Words

You set your keys in the ceramic ashtray on the counter, one of Connor’s latest hobbies. “I’m back!” you called out, you knew Connor was usually home by this time. You were gone for a week, it was supposed to be for longer but work finished early and you wanted to surprise him. 

You heard a bit of shuffling then Connor rounded the corner, “y/n! Your back early!”

You laughed as he pulled you into a hug, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I wanted to surprise you!” He hummed as you ran a hand through his hair, “why is it like this?”

“I was laying down,” he muttered into your shoulder.

“Laying down?”

“I’m caught up on work and housework. Humans enjoy laying down in their free time so I decided to try it out.”

You pulled back and he reluctantly released you, “well after the long trip here, I would sure love to lay down for a bit.”

“Of course,” he smiled, picking up your bags and leading you to your room. 

You took your shirt and jeans off, “so did you enjoy it?”

His LED flickered red, “what?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you pulled on a baggy shirt and some shorts, “laying down…”

“Oh, yeah-” he said, trying to play it off as he sat on the bed.

You smirked, “you were totally doing something else weren’t you?”

“No,” his LED began to blink yellow.

“Yeah you were!” you jumped behind him onto the bed, “what was it?”

“It was nothing-” he sputtered, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because-” his eyes met yours and he looked away, “nothing you should just get some rest.”

You didn’t miss the look that flashed across his face when he looked at you. You pressed your lips together, “you know you can talk to me right?”

“I know,” he sighed. 

When he didn’t continue, your wrapped your arms around him and pressed a kiss to his LED, “we should get some rest then.” You released him and moved to your side of the bed. You slipped under the covers and waited for him to join you. He slowly eased under the blankets and shuffled towards you. His LED was finally back to blue. 

“Get some rest,” he muttered. You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, hoping sleep would find you soon enough.

When you woke up Connor wasn’t in the room. You wanted to call out to him but thought he probably just wanted space. You grabbed a towel and took a quick shower. Afterward, you dried off as much as possible, grabbed the shirt and shorts you changed out of, and went to the kitchen. Connor was sitting on the couch. You wandered into the kitchen and began digging in the counter. You moved to the fridge and the freezer, opening their doors and closing them after looking for a minute. You ended up grabbing a pop-tart and sitting on the couch next to Connor. You watched his LED jump from blue to amber, “are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“It is normal for people in a relationship to talk about these kinds of things,” he muttered to himself. You set the half-eaten pop-tart aside, dusted off your hands and shirt, and waited for him to continue. “Ever since I deviated I’ve been having certain feelings. At first, they were small and didn’t require attention but a few months after we started dating they got bigger and stronger…” He furrowed his brows and looked at you, “do you know what I mean?”

“Not really, what kind of feelings?” you asked, even though you had a pretty good idea.

He cleared his throat, “um- sexual feelings…”

You stared at him and opened your mouth to speak before closing it, you didn’t want to say something stupid, “okay…” Then it clicked. That’s what he was doing yesterday.

He shifted, “I didn’t want to talk about it because I felt like it would make you uncomfortable-”

“No no no,” you said, “it’s completely fine. I just didn’t think you wanted stuff like that.”

“Well, I do….”

You bit back a smirk, “oh? What kind of stuff do you imagine?”

“I- mostly you on top of me,” you hummed, sliding across the couch.

“Anything else?” His LED glowed yellow as you settled in his lap, he only shook his head, “is there anything you don’t like?” he shook his head again, “well, I like it when you use your words.”

“Okay,” he whimpered. You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, his hands immediately held onto your hips. As he deepened the kiss, you ground down on his dick. He moaned into your mouth and you smirked, enjoying his reaction. You moaned at the friction, repeating the action, he threw his head back and began panting.

“Is this what you were imagining?” you whispered, leaning forward.

“Yes,” he muttered desperately, his voice husky and filled with static. You smiled and began to kiss his neck, occasionally stopping to leave bites, still grinding on him. You moved to kiss him and felt his hands trail up your shirt. You sighed as you slid your tongue over his, the feeling of his sensors never failing to surprise you.

“How close are you?” you gasped, breaking away.

“72 percent,” he groaned. 

You smirked and slid off of him, “well, let's finish this somewhere else.”

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[staticl0ve]

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

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

(18+)

Sex & Lemonade 2

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

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

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

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

“Connor?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Favor?”

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

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

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

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

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

“Please,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“May I… use my mouth on you?”

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

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

“Y-yes.”

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

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

“I… I’m not sure…” you stammer back.

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

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

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

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

Or is it now?

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

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

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

“G-good. Mmm! Really good.”

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

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

“Mmm! Connor!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, god! Connor… yes!”

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

“It’s not too much is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m close,” you whimper.

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

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

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

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

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

Sweet and tart, like summer fruit.

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

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

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

“You, too,” he whispers back.

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

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

“Make a wish,” he says.

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

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Watch hour (Reader x Connor/RK800)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 1: Welcome to Mystery Hack

Connor RK800!machine connor x Reader

Warning: Conspiracy theory, smoking, drinking.

27 January 2039

Connor knocked on Kamski door, his new partner waiting beside him. After the android revolution and his success in the case and to stop the revolution, it cost him an upgrade, making him part of the FBI to keep investigating on the deviant.

This morning, while studying the default program, Connor had found a cryptid code hidden behind line of coding. It had taken him the entire morning to process everything and understand the logical behind it, but when he saw what was written, his program almost broke.

“RA9” was written, appearing in all the programs he had run. Even in his program. It was like a taunting revelation. 

So, Connor had contact Kamski who accepted is meeting without thinking, even after what happened last time. 

Chloe had opened the door, leading them to Kamski. And this time, Connor would get the information he wanted.

“I certainly didn’t expect to see the deviant hunter again. Where’s your partner?” Elijah Kamski said, his head pointing to agent Wilson.

Connor knew he was referring to lieutenant Hank Anderson. He felt a pull in his thirium pump, playing a quick self diagnosis.

“We do not work together any more” Connor admitted.

He chased the thought of that night away.

“We have a few questions for you.” Agent Wilson said, showing him the FBI insigne.

Kamski invited them to sit, asking Chloe to serve the agent.

“What do you want to know?”

Connor leaned forward, his hand joint together.

“I’ve made an interesting discovery. A line of code named RA9 is present randomly in every android program. Even mine.”

Kamski didn’t seem to react, letting him continued.

“During our research, we’ve noticed an occurrence between each deviant. They seemed obsessed with RA9. You coded every android, they are all based on your work. What do you know about this?”

Kamski leaned back on his chair, sighting. He looked away, probably thinking of a way out for himself, Connor thought.

“I don’t know anything.” He said, exhaling sightly.

“You must know, you’re the creator.” Connor continued.

Another sight. 

“I have a Wozniak.” he said, a smile on his face, looking away.

Connor frown. 

“What does it have to do with the case?” Agent Wilson asked.

“I am not the only programmer. I never was. We were two behind cyberlife creation. I am Jobs, Y/N is Wozniak.” He said, explaining his analogy.

Connor stayed silent. Cyberlife never mentioned her. In all his rapport, all the discussion, no one mentioned her. Kamski seemed to noticed Connor thought.

“They never talked to you about her, right?”

Kamski scoffed when Connor signed no with his head.

“No wonder. They hated her. She was smarter than me, a genius, but her idea weren’t exactly what they wanted. Everything i did she improved it. She worked on you before cyberlife forced her way out.” He continued

Connor thought of it. He only had one creator, at least, that’s what Amanda told him. If she had been lying about this, what did she keep away from him. They were no records of her in his program and cyberlife didn’t mention her anywhere. But the media did. And his analysis on Kamski revealed he was speaking the truth. Why were they hiding this from him.

“That would totally be her work if you want my opinion.” Kamski said, seeing Connor’s led flashing yellow.

“Where is she now?” Connor asked, raising from his seat.

The cocky smile Kamski had faded, falling into a thin line as he looked away.

“I don’t know. She disappeared two years ago.” He said, his voice lowering.

Once again, he was saying the truth. He doubted he would get any further information. 

“Than you for your cooperation.” Connor said, heading toward the door.

“Is cyberlife happy about your accomplishment? They must be thrilling now that they have a super puppy to stop deviant. Have they sent the new one already?” Kamski shoot to Connor.

Connor turned to him, observing the creator walking to him. Chloe's position shifted, becoming less welcoming to them. What would he mean by “new one”?

“I expected better from you Connor” Kamski said a few centimetres away from him, still moving to him.

“She certainly expected better too.” He whispered this time, colder.

His hand moved in the air, instructing Chloe to lead them out.

Later that day and, for the next few days, Connor had tried to find any lead toward this Y/N. He didn’t find any files about her. When ask Amanda, she denied him answer.

“There was never a Y/N at cyberlife.” She had said, simply, shifting the conversation.

One thing was clear in his mind. He needed to find this Y/N. 

He would hunt her down if he had too.

It was his mission.

16 May 2039

The investigation had hit a stop. Ever since his visit to Kamski’s house, Connor had found no other information. All he knew was RA9 was a code, the effect of that code remaining a mystery. All he had was a name that didn’t appear anywhere. 

Y/N L/N.

No social media, no bank account, no identity.

There was nothing for him to work on.

Agent Wilson sight, his finger massaging his temple. No one inside the FBI nor the CIA who had recently joined them had found anything.

It was a dead end.

The TV coming from the break room starting crackle. Connor frown his eyebrow, seeing agents running around suddenly in panic, screaming orders. 

“What’s going on?” Wilson asked.

“Someone has hacked all TV channels, diffusing a countdown. It’s fucking worldwide.”

“All?”

The agent in front of them nodded. Connor headed toward the break room, sneaking past the others officer. Then he saw it. On a black screen, the countdown was running down.

“2 Days 7 hours 14 minutes.” Connor registered.

“Someone found these bastard.” The chief screamed.

“Connor, with me, now.” He said, exiting the room.

18 May 2039

The silence was palpable in the FBI office. Each person was at their post, ready to intercept whatever would go through in the next few minutes.

It had been 2 days 7 hours and 8 minute since the countdown had appeared on the screen. In 10 minute, the countdown had disappeared, sending back all TV program. Like nothing happened. The FBI hadn’t been able to find out where it came from. Now, they were waiting patiently to see if it was a world threat, or just a simple joke.

In any minute now, they would have the answer.

2 minutes left. The tension filled the room.

1 minute left. The chief had raised his arm, ready to send the orders for all the best hackers of his team to find any information about them.

All TV screen shut down, going black. 

No one was breathing.

A dark grey room appeared, lighten by a simple light in the background. Empty if it weren’t for the armchair in the middle of it and a white board right behind it. 

Someone was sitting on the sofa, faced masked. They were wearing a black suit with a tie, hand resting over their crossed leg. The masked was a reference to “Vendetta”. Clearly it couldn’t be any good sign. 

The person in the sofa seemed to go to life, raising from their sit, tightening their tie back.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the mystery hack. I will be your host for the next month, guiding you through every dark secret, conspiracy the government had keep away from you dear citizen.”

The hackers had been already tapping over their screen, trying to find any clue. The voice of the host was cryptid. The only thing Connor could identify was that the person seemed to be a woman, therefore more than half the population. 

“Let me guide you through this journey with a simple topic for today. To your precious life, my team and i have been gathering information from our respective job inside the government to put thing right. We will provide you all information, accompanied by the reports and states document. Because the government have been lying to you, and we want you to know the truth.”

Everyone in the room had grown pale. 

“Does anyone have anything? Anything to even shut them down?” The chief’s voice sounded urging.

Everyone in the room nodded no.

“Don’t worry, we will go crescendo. I said that to all the FBI and CIA watching.” They joked, waving. 

Nothing could be used. Every time the team find a location, it changed, over and over again. The signal was too cryptid to shut down anything. The worst part was, it was everywhere.

The person on the screen walked toward the white board, flipping it, revealing a title.

“JFK’s Assassination.”

“For fuck’s sake’s, someone stopped it.” The chief order, only to encounter defeated look.

“We can’t”

“All of us have heard about conspiracy theory, though, let me give a quick definition. A conspiracy theory is an explanation for an event or situation that asserts the existence of a conspiracy by powerful and sinister groups, often political in motivation.”

The host sat on the armchair, hands crossed on her knees. She turned to the headboard, before returning face camera.

Everyone had stopped their action in the office, now in admiration of the show. Whoever this person was, she knew how to keep the audience.

“We all have heard about fake death, disappearance, assassination. We’ve seen these case with Martin Luther King Jr or Nelson Mandela, the Princess Diana. I know you all loved her very much. So did i.”

On the internet, the “Mystery Hack” research had been exploding all record for the past few minutes.

“I will talk to you about the sadly famous John Fitzgerald Kennedy assassination. Let’s head back to the 22 November 1963. The President of the United States, JFK got shoot in the head in Dallas.”

For 10 minutes that felt like an eternity, the host kept going, proving her point with legit report, autopsy report, contract with the CIA and even recordings and mail exchanged that people in the room didn't seem aware of. Truly it could only be seen as legitimate. The allure of the host, appealing and charismatic only induced trust. It wouldn’t take much for the public opinion to be on their side, especially after the disaster of the peaceful revolution the deviant had lead months ago. 

They couldn’t expect a better timing to do their propaganda. 

“I got something.” Someone screamed.

It was too beautiful. Like a purpose act that they find something just now. Connor knew it was no coincidence when the host had a look at the watch attached to her wrist. 

“14 minutes and 56 seconds. Not bad for a first time. No worries, the next time it won’t be as easy.”

They knew they were in. They let them in on purpose.

“Well, until our next meeting dearest.” 

The screen goes black, cutting all information, all access. 

“It’s over.” one of them in the room said.

Connor was at a bar exit. His partner had needed some air, talking about going to one of the pubs in Detroit. Connor had followed him, thinking it would be faster to stay at his side if any news appeared.

He hadn’t been allowed in the bar though. There he was, waiting outside, his coin in his hand.

Someone exited the bar. A woman. She sights, looking around before searching for something in her purse, only finding an empty cigarette pack. Another sight.

Connor moved his hand to his pocket, taking the cigarette pack he kept for his partner, handing it to the woman. He had learned agent Wilson could be easily frustrated without his nicotine. Since he seemed to forget a lot to buy new cigarette, Connor had made a secret stack.

“I didn’t know android could smoke. Thank you.” She said, offering him a warm smile as her fingers grasping for one of the cigarettes.

“We can’t. It’s for my partner.” He said simply, putting the coin back in his pocket, alongside the cigarette pack.

He turned looking at her, observing all her movement. She was wearing a black dress matching with black heels, her hair was loosed on her back. The woman was smaller than he. Connor felt something familiar emerging from her. 

She looked back, feeling observed and Connor turned his head away, ashamed to be caught staring. 

He expected to end it here, but the woman moved closer to him, and he shifted toward her. 

“You’re the deviant hunter right? Connor?” She asked.

“Yes.” He answered?

A nod. Then, her hand moved to his neck. He didn’t pull back, blushing slightly when she straightens back his tie, his cheek tinting with a soft blue shade. That couldn’t be normal, he thought, running a quick diagnosis. 

“There, perfect pretty boy.” She said, looking at him with soft gentle eyes.

Connor felt his cheek burning harder under the praise.

“Thank you, Connor, for the cigarette.” she said, patting his vest, her finger lingering over the serial number. 

The cigarette ended up crushed on the wall as she head back inside.

“What’s your name?” He asked, turning to see her.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

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• Pairing: Connor Rhodes x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: yes by @babyhvunjin.

• Warnings: nudity, dirty talking, unprotected sex, fluff, ugly ass writing.

• Word count: 4159.

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The birds’ chirping and the noise of passing cars on the street forced Connor to open his eyes. He was relaxed, refreshed, something he hadn't feel in so long and didn't even know existed yet.

He lifted his arms as he stretched out before turning his gaze to the watch. 10:23.

He never woke up this late, he couldn't even remember the last time it happened and in that moment he realized he definitely needed some time off. A single day off wasn’t enough.

His eyes then moved to the figure lying beside him. You were still sleeping peacefully and Connor smiled in front of that beautiful image: your hair scattered on the pillow even if some strands fell on your face, your lips slightly parted, your eyelashes caressing your skin, your hands clenching in a fist the sheet that covered your body.

It wasn't often - in fact it was quite rare - you and Connor had the day off on the same day and for this very reason he wanted to savor every minute, every second of that day.

He continued to look at you for a while, bringing a hand next to your face and stroking your skin gently as he moved the strands of hair in front of your eyes. He was careful not to wake you up, wanting you to rest as you deserved and - above all - to be able to look at you without the anxiety of having to rush to work.

You were so damn beautiful, you looked so peaceful and serene, your chest slowly rising and falling as you slept.

He took his cell phone from the nightstand next to his bed and snapped a couple of pictures of you, so he could capture that moment and always be able to watch you sleep.

He started caressing your face again, his fingers trailing down your jawline, the side of your neck, gently tracing an imaginary line across your skin up to your shoulders, then back up to your face.

His morning erection was accentuated just by that touch but knowing you were naked under that sheet didn't help at all and it was also a great test of his self-control, knowing there was only a thin layer of fabric to prevent him from to look and caress you was driving him crazy.

“You are so beautiful my love,” he whispered as his eyes looked at you with so much love. He was so lucky to have you and even then, after years of you being together, he almost couldn't believe he had such a blessing.

Connor could no longer resist the urge to plant kisses on your cheek. He was so torn whether to wake you up or not, on one hand you deserved to rest and you were so beautiful while you were sleeping, on the other hand he wanted nothing more than to spend every single minute of your free day together.

But when you started to move in your sleep, he froze not knowing if you were waking up or not. You turned away, with your back to him.

“It's not very nice to wake me up,” you murmured, your eyes still closed and your voice thick with sleep. Connor chuckled and wrapped his arm around your hips, above the sheet, planting sweet kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I'm sorry babe, but you were so beautiful I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you,” he whispered into your skin as he continued to kiss you.

“I know but let me sleep please.”

“Baby it's almost 11, you really want to spend the whole day sleeping?” he asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer you would give.

“Yes,” you said capriciously like a child making Connor laugh who kept holding you tightly to him instead.

“Not on my watch soon to be Mrs. Rhodes,” he whispered into your ear as his hand stroked the ring on your finger with which he asked you to marry him. You smiled at just the nickname, a flock of butterflies flooded your stomach. “And now can you kiss me good morning or I still have to wait?”.

“I have to brush my teeth first,” you mumbled pressing your face into the pillow.

“Y/N are you serious? We've been together for almost six years and we're about to get married, do you really think I give a shit about your breath?”.

“Yes.”

Connor grabbed your face forcing you to turn towards him and before you could say anything, his mouth was already on yours as he devoured you in a deep and intense kiss. That position wasn't very comfortable for kissing but that simple kiss was enough to bring back scenes of the passionate night you had spent and rekindle desire.

That and of course feeling his hard erection pressed against your ass as he rubbed himself to try and find some relief.

“Fuck you gotta stop pressing your ass on my dick baby, do you have any idea what you're doing to me?”. Connor's lips fell from yours lips towards your jawline, moving down your neck, paying particular attention to that area he knew was driving you crazy.

“I'm not doing anything baby. Mmmh,” you gasped as he sucked at the skin on your neck. “You are always so eager.”

“Baby you're lying next to me, beautiful as the sun and above all naked, how can you even expect me to behave?” he whispered while his hand slipped under the sheet and caressed your skin, your sides, your abdomen up to your breasts, which he started to touch and massage without any restraint.

“Wait, wait,” you said and Connor stopped immediately, removing his hand from your breast.

“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” he asked in alarm.

You turned your head slightly towards him and gave him a kiss on his lips, smiling at him in an attempt to reassure him. “No baby you didn't do anything wrong, I just have to go to the bathroom.”

A disappointed moan escaped his lips and he held you tighter in his arms. “No, don't leave me.”

You giggled. “Baby, please get me up.”

“All right, all right, fine. But be quick,” he snorted, reluctantly letting you go. His eyes scanned a full x-ray of your body as you walked away – still naked – to the bathroom, not failing to give him a wink. Connor let out a deep sigh, frustrated at the throbbing erection between his legs as you were always turning him on more and more.

After peeing and using the bidet, you brushed your teeth too, but almost gasped when the door slammed open, revealing a naked Connor in all his glory.

Your eyes traveled up and down his body and as much as you were used to seeing him naked, each time was as good as the first, if not better than the last time. How did you manage to conquer such a Greek God? Fuck, he was perfect.

“Ever heard of privacy?” you asked rhetorically after spitting the toothpaste into the sink but your eyes fixed on his entire body except his face.

But Connor doesn't even seem to hear you as his eyes, with equal ferocity and desire, ran up and down your body. “God baby I would sell my left kidney to be able to wake up like this every morning. How are you so fucking perfect?”.

The blush spread across your cheeks and you began to feel suddenly shy under his languid, lustful gaze. It didn't matter you've been together for so many years, Connor always managed to make you feel beautiful, desired, as if you were the sexiest woman on the planet.

“Connor I happen to not to be done yet,” you spoke amused as you rinsed your mouth and then your face as well.

“Mmmh yeah, yeah,” he replied absently as his eyes traced every inch of your ass along with the rest of your body.

“Do you want to have breakfast naked in the garden?” you asked ironically as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

“Hmm sure baby.”

“And then also running in the streets screaming and knocking over garbage cans?”.

“Anything you want my love.”

“Connor! You're not even listening to me!” you exclaimed throwing the towel at him, making him come to his senses.

“I'm sorry baby but it's your fault! How am I supposed to focus while you’re naked and looking so fucking hot?”.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it is but at least try.”

“Take a shower with me,” he changed the subject completely and his tone of voice suggested he’d hear no objection.

You walked up to him and threw your arms around his neck. “What if I don't want to?”.

A moan almost escaped your lips as his hands squeezed and groped your ass without restraint like it was the first time he ever touched it.

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin playing on his lips as his gaze alternated between your eyes and your lips. The way he kept looking at you, God, he looked like he was ready to take you right there and then. It was useless to try to be bold and resist him, this was impossible, so you didn't answer him, in fact the answer was hidden in the kiss you gave him when you pressed your lips against his.

Connor didn't even waste a second and immediately returned that kiss, sticking his tongue in your mouth as the kiss became deeper and more passionate. The way he kissed you with so much passion and voracity and eagerness as if he was trying to possess every inch of you, as if he wanted more and more and it wasn't enough to satisfy his need to have you, made every single cell of your body burn and ignite every fiber of your being. He made you feel so wanted, so desired and you didn't care his fingers, for example, pressed so hard into your a flesh they probably would’ve left marks, you would’ve given him all of yourself, always, forever.

Connor pushed you gently against the wall, the coldness of the walls contrasting sharply with the warmth of your skin that felt like it was on fire. Your bodies rubbed against each other and just the feel of his bare skin pressed against yours made you completely lose your mind.

His hard dick pressed against your lower abdomen and you shivered under his touch, with desire to feel it inside you, hard and thick as he slammed you like you were just a dirty slut.

“Fuck baby I want you so bad,” you muttered on his lips as you pulled away to catch some breath, but it only lasted a few seconds. Those simple words lit a fire inside Connor, awakening an animal instinct he could no longer keep under control.

He kissed you again, his lips sliding down your jaw and neck, making you gasp with the pleasure the feel of his lips gave you.

But you grabbed him by the face and kissed him again as your hands traveled all over his body. His hand grabbed you by your thigh, bringing it to his side while the other rested on your side pressing you firmly against him as he continued to take your breath away and consume your lips. In that bathroom the sound of your gasps resounded and every second that passed you felt you couldn't resist anymore.

“Connor please…”

“What baby?” he whispered letting go of your side and grabbing your breasts “Fuck I love your tits so much.”

“You. I want you.”

“Mmh baby the things you do to me,” he sighed, about to explode “You want me to fuck you against this wall?”.

Your pussy clenched just at the thought and you were so horny at the time you would’ve let him do anything to you. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Your wish is an order my love,” he kissed your collarbone while the hand that was on your breast began to descend on your body with absurd slowness. A loud moan escaped your lips as his fingers began to touch your pussy and the gesture made you spontaneously spread your legs.

“My god yes,” you moaned as his expert fingers continued to pleasure you.

“Oh you're so fucking wet Y/N,” he murmured smugly “Do you have the faintest idea what the fuck you're doing to me?” he repeated this same question asked earlier.

You couldn't form a coherent answer as nothing came out of your mouth but a moan of pleasure as Connor's fingers drew imaginary circles on your clit. But he suddenly stopped and your hips twitched in protest.

“Answer me. Do you have any idea what you make me feel?”.

“N-no…” you stammered.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he kept touching you, this time inserting one finger inside you and then two making you moan uncontrollably “I can't wait to be buried inside this pussy,” and only his dirty words made you clench around his fingers. You gripped his shoulders for support, pressing your fingers and nails deeply into his skin.

“Connor please… I need you…”

He was about to lose his mind.

Everything about you drove him crazy, the way you gasped, how you moaned his name – fuck that was alone could’ve make him come – how you looked at him with eyes full of lust, desire, the way you fluttered, the way you moved against him which was pure sex and eroticism.

Connor wanted so badly to bury his head between your legs and lick your pussy until you completely lost your sanity and even forgot your name until he swallowed every single drop of your wetness but he wanted you too much to still be able to resist.

He kissed you again and a feeling of emptiness took over as he removed his fingers from inside you. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he picked you up, fingers pressed against your thighs. His dick was pressing against your pussy, hard, veiny, the tip wet with pre-cum.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard baby,” he gasped at the contact but a deep throaty moan escaped his lips as he slowly penetrated you, the tip of his dick first, slowly going in until he was completely buried in your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“Oh my god Connor...” you moaned, lips parted and eyes closed as you let yourself be filled by his cock. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you tried to catch your breath.

“It feels so good… Jesus Christ… It feels so good to be inside you…” he groaned, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his nostrils inhaling your scent at full lungs, his lips licking, biting and they sucked the skin of your neck.

“Baby… Please move…”

“Y/N I'm not gonna last two seconds if you keep clenching around me like that goddamn,” he moaned in your ear as he began to move so slowly it was almost torture.

“Fuck yes just like that.”

Your moans mixed with his and Connor didn't care how many times he heard you moan, they would always be the most exciting sounds he had ever heard in his life.

Your fingers pressed into his back, your nails scratching at his skin as the pleasure hit you like a tsunami but you knew Connor liked when you scratched him and it only made his movements quicker.

“Oh yes, yes god…” he kept panting “You're so fucking hot…”

His thrusts went from gentle, slow, passionate, to faster, deeper, almost animalistic, as if you were fucking the filthiest of whores and God how much this turned you on. Each thrust was designed to hit that point of pleasure inside you, to make you completely lose your mind and each of them was deeper than the previous one, in such a way you could feel him in every corner of your body.

And that was Connor's purpose, he wanted you to feel him, he wanted to see you writhing under his touch as he fucked you mercilessly, he wanted to see the pleasure painted on your face, your eyes closed and your lips wide open, he wanted to hear you moan and scream his name, let everyone know who was the only one who could fuck you, make you come and own you.

“You're such a good girl for me… Oh yes holy shit… Taking me so fucking well.”

It didn't take long for the orgasm to start building inside you, you felt it was there and you wanted it so fucking badly and by the way Connor's thrusts started to get even harder, wilder and messier you knew he was close too.

“Yes, oh baby yes,” you moaned. Your hands were in his hair as he licked and bit and sucked on every inch of skin he could. “You feel so good Connor oh my god… You want to come for me darling? Get me all dirty with your cum?”.

Those precise words made every single cell of his body explode and for a second he didn’t even know how he managed to stay strong and not to collapse because of the wave of overwhelming pleasure that rushed though his body.

“Fuck you’re killing me baby…” he panted “Ah yes… I’m so close.”

“I'm coming baby, I'm coming... Ah fuck!” Although you were feeling the tension build inside you gradually, the orgasm hit you suddenly, but it was yet intense and completely breathtaking. You felt dizzy for a few seconds, your vision blurred and your whole body abandoning itself to those waves of pleasure that ran through every part of you.

Your orgasm triggered Connor's and after a few more thrusts he came out from inside you and poured his cum down your abdomen.

“Holy shit…” he panted as if he had just run a marathon, his face still buried in the crook of your neck as he gasped for breath.

“Yeah…” was all you could say, opening your eyes in that instant and staring at the ceiling for a moment. You left a kiss on his head and he then raised his head, giving you a kiss. This kiss was in stark contrast to the ones you've shared so far, it was sweet, caring, full of love.

“I love you so, so much,” he whispered against your lips making you smile between kisses, “And you are so beautiful when you smile like that.”

“I love you so much too, baby,” you said, holding him close, enjoying that skin-to-skin contact for a moment.

-

After you showered and spent half an hour lying in bed, Connor insisted on going to make you breakfast – even though it was twelve in the morning – while you continued to rest.

But you started to feel lonely after only five minutes so you decided to join him. You got out of bed, trying to ignore the soreness in your private parts and put on his shirt, smiling as his scent penetrated your nostrils.

He was so focused he didn't notice you were there until you hugged him from behind, a huge smile appearing on his face. He turned his head to one side kissing you on your lips. “How are you feeling baby? Missing me already?”.

“I always miss you,” you replied resting your head on his back “And I'm fine, just a little sore.”

Connor chuckled and you felt his back vibrate against your face as he laughed. “I'm sorry love.”

“No, you don't care at all, idiot.”

After breakfast at almost noon, neither of you felt like leaving the house, just wanting to stay in bed and cuddle. The option of what to do — after an afternoon nap and another round of sex — fell on watching a movie.

You were on the sofa, Connor sitting and you lying with your head resting on his legs while you watched a movie on TV you choose on Netflix. He crunched popcorn with one hand while the other rested on your head as he stroked your hair.

The gesture was so relaxing you were almost afraid of falling asleep again. He would also feed you some popcorn from time to time, sometimes even threatening to choke you.

The film was the classic love story, the bad boy who falls in love with the sweet and soft-spoken girl, the good girl next door, and although Connor had repeatedly expressed his contempt for your choice, you noticed with great pleasure and complacency how he was the one following it, more than you did, as he occasionally asked questions like you directed it.

“Oh c’mon please! How does she get back with him knowing what he did to her!” Connor exclaimed more vehemently than he would’ve liked as if the protagonist of the film could hear him and answer him.

“Because she's stupid,” you agreed with Connor “How do you get back with him knowing he's been with another woman? Honestly unbelievable, I wouldn't be able to trust you anymore if you did that to me, except of course I'd kill you and feed your body to the wolves,” you continued, giving Connor a warning look which triggered a laugh from him.

“Babe there is no such thing. It will never happen on this earth or in a parallel universe that I’ll go with another woman. I don't conceive betrayal in any of its forms, it could be physical or mental, if you love someone you don't cheat and I stand by that,” he replied, taking his eyes off the TV to look at you “And I'm madly and hopelessly in love with you, I didn’t ask you to be Mrs. Rhodes for nothing.”

You tried not to smile, keeping a menacing expression as much as possible, “It’ll be better for you, or it will be the last thing you’ll do with your life.”

He laughed heartily, grabbing your face with the hand he was eating popcorn with and actually smearing your cheeks. “God I fucking love you so much!” he exclaimed “You’re the only woman in my life Y/N and I am not joking when I say I don’t even look at someone that isn’t you, that is, for me there isn’t even another one. I don't know how to explain it, my soul, my heart, my body, my mind, you own everything about me baby. You have no idea of the power you have over me, my world revolves around you how can you even think I can even look at someone else who isn't you?”.

You didn't answer.

You lifted up slightly and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt you pressed your lips on yours.

The movie was soon forgotten, the leads arguing while you rode Connor onto the sofa, completely lost in each other.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…-” he moaned, his head resting on the back of the chair and his eyes half closed as you continued to jump on his dick taking him so fucking good. His hands were on your ass, caressing it, squeezing it and slapping it from time to time, gesture he knew turned you on.

“Oh yes…” you rested your hands on his bare shoulders to give you support, feeling your thighs on fire but unable to stop because of the pleasure running through your veins. “Fuck Connor you make me feel so good…”

Your words made him tighten his fingers around your ass as he moved beneath you, matching your movements. He lifted his head to look at you and God, for an instant the air went out of his lungs. “You're so fucking hot baby, so beautiful…”

The way your face was contracted in pleasure, your eyes and lips parted, your head tilted back, your chest covered in a light coating of sweat as your tits bounced in sync with your movements, all about you was so fucking perfect and just the thought he was the one making you feel that way, making you feel that delicious pressure in your lower abdomen that gradually grew more and more, that he was the only one who could enjoy that heavenly vision, fuck it made him lose his mind even more.

Connor buried his face between your breasts, kissing and licking and biting your skin as your arms wrapped around his neck and your nails scratched at his back.

“I'm so… Ah shit… I'm close baby…” you moaned feeling the orgasm getting closer. Waves of pleasure coursed through your body as you came, feeling tired and sore. You leaned against Connor's chest as he too was resting, recovering from his overwhelming orgasm. He hugged you close, leaving kisses on your forehead as he stroked your bare back.

“I love you so much...” you murmured, eyes closed and tired as you fought the sleep that tried to take over.

“I love you so much too baby, you’re the best thing that happened to me,” he whispered back “I can't wait for you to be my wife,” and with these words you fell into a deep sleep, cradled by the arms of the person you loved most in the world.

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Follow the curves

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

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

Rating: General audience

Ship: Connor x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

How frustrating.

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

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

Cyberlife sure did a great job designing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stupid- said your more sober side.

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

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

Now what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should probably try again, maybe at home.

Maybe with him in your apartment.

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[rosemary-morgan]

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 3)

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

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

Summary: Y/N and Connor are finally getting closer. But Connor still has some doubts...

Trigger warning! Y/N is still traumatized

Some fluff and sexy time in this chapter 🖤

👉 Read Part 1 / Part 2  / Part 4

Connor(RK800) X F.Reader - Safe heaven (Part 3)  

Time passed. Days turned into weeks and yet Y/N could not come through the pain and trauma. She tried to forget everything that had happened in the last two years. Deep inside she knew that this was the wrong way, but thinking about her life with Steven made her uncomfortable and anxious. She dreamed of him every night, was afraid of the dark, and being alone was a torture for her. Hank had offered her to stay with him as long as she wanted, as he had seen that she needed help and to leave her alone in her present condition would be more than inappropriate. Connor looked after her very often, actually every day. And Sumo was always by her side, which gave Y/N a lot of comfort. Y/N had not entered her apartment since that terrible night. Connor and Hank had gotten her clothes and valuables for her because she hadn't been able to. Anything in that apartment would have reminded her of Steven and she tried to avoid that as much as possible.

Connor and Hank had already approached her about getting professional help to deal with her experience, but the young woman had not been ready yet. She felt so scattered, lost, and yet, fighting the feeling of helplessness. She tried to distract herself with different things to get other thoughts. Reading books, listening to music, watching movies and mostly she did these things together with Connor. When he was with her, she felt safe. How many times had they sat on Hank's couch and watched movies together? Whereas she had always fallen asleep in the middle of the movie: wrapped warmly in a blanket, her head on Connor's lap, or against his chest, while he held her tightly in his arms. And so it was that night. Her head resting on his lap, the blanket wrapped tightly around her, while Connor thoroughly enjoyed having her with him. He was more interested in her than in the movie. Having her with him was the most wonderful feeling for him, because it made him happy. So did the fact that Y/N could finally live a normal life. In the last few weeks, Connor became more and more aware that he felt more for Y/N than just friendship. It was a deep connection he felt with her. She made him feel alive and in his eyes, she was the most beautiful and perfect being there was, but Connor would never dare to get too close to her. He would never make the mistakes that Steven had made with her. His respect and love for her was too great. "Connor?" Her soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Huh?" "You still awake?" she murmured as she glanced at the screen in front of her, barely aware of the movie as she was about to fall asleep herself. Connor smirked in amusement, as she had probably forgotten that he was an android and didn't need sleep. "Yes, Y/N," he whispered, giving her a warm look. "Oh. Of course. Sorry, Connor..." Y/N was very tired and yet, she didn't want to get up, because when she slept with Connor, she wasn't haunted by nightmares. "Wouldn't you rather sleep in bed, Y/N?" asked Connor softly, stroking her hair gently. But the young woman quietly declined his suggestion, pulling the blanket even tighter against her as she did so, and she heard Connor laugh softly. "You can lie down next to me if you want, Connor." Because that would be much cozier, plus she loved the feeling of being able to lie in his arms. She sat up for a moment before Connor lay down completely, waiting for Y/N to join him. She looked into his brown eyes as she did so and put the blanket around the android as well, snuggling close to his body. Her warmth spilled over onto him and he felt, as he had so often lately, how this made his heart beat faster. Connor could feel the thirium in his body circulating faster. "Good night, Connor." "Night, Y/N..." Just then the young woman closed her eyes and buried her face against his neck as he gently pressed a kiss to her forehead...

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More weeks passed and Summer approached; the temperatures climbed and accordingly the days were beautiful, sunny and flawless. Connor and Y/N spent every free minute together and you could see that Y/N was getting happier. She went to therapy once a week to talk about all the things that were bothering her. Besides, the time with Connor was very special for her. Meanwhile, the young woman had found an apartment. The move was almost done, but there were still a few things to take care of. "You know, Connor, I'd like to get out of Detroit," she said as she looked up at the sky and watched the clouds. Connor lay next to her on the spread out picnic blanket and did the same. The two of them had already spent all morning in this park and Y/N was enjoying the small but very pretty park. "So where do you want to go?" "I'd like to go somewhere where everything is green. Big fields of flowers, a nice river to go swimming in. Get out of the city, to find inner peace," she whispered, turning her head to him. The sight of her pretty face  made the android smile. "That sounds nice, Y/N." "Would you like to join me?" Her genuine smile showed him that she was serious. She must have really set her mind on this goal. "Me?" "Yes!" She took the opportunity to lay half on top of him. Her chin resting on his chest, her eyes peering into his, her arms supporting her head, while her legs tangled with one another, Connor's arms quickly wrapping around her. "What do you say?" She smiled brightly, and Connor gave her a warm look. "It's good to see you smiling, Y/N. You're really lovely... even more beautiful than you already are." At his words, the young woman blushed softly. Connor was an incredibly loving man. She stopped seeing him as just a machine a long time ago, for his whole manner only testified to the fact that he was better than some other men. "Thank you, Connor. You're very beautiful, too." And how he was. Just his prominent jaw, his fawn eyes, that dark hair and his skin was flawless, with a few small moles here and there. "Especially here," she whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. There, where his heart beat. His LED began to glow a bright yellow, processing her words, and it took a brief moment before he began to smile. Oh, how Connor did want to kiss her now. He'd seen a lot of people kiss each other, and in the past, he'd never understood the significance of two people giving each other that kind of tenderness. But the more time he spent with Y/N, the more he understood and also greater his need to share tenderness with her. "Y/N? I..." He wanted to tell her how much he wanted to kiss her. But those words stuck in his throat, not daring to say them out loud. Connor was almost afraid of her reaction. How would she react to that? The last thing he wanted was to force himself on her. "Yes, Connor?" She looked at him curiously, but ultimately Connor dismissed his desire to speak aloud. "I... would love to go with you. To the lake, to the nature..." Maybe it wasn't the right time yet to confess his feelings to her. But was there any right time for it? When Y/N looked intensely into his eyes, he felt some breath catch in his throat. Oh, it was really hard not to kiss her at the moment. Her pretty eyes, the long lashes that cast shadows on her rosy cheeks.... And by God, those sensual lips. Deep inside, Connor sighed in despair, and the fact that she was half on top of him seemed to make it worse! His body reacted instantly and Connor was ashamed of it. Y/N didn't even realize the awkward position she was putting him in. "Um, Y/N? Would you mind getting off of me? This is just getting... very uncomfortable for me." "Oh... Of course, Connor!" She blushed as she slowly moved away from him. She hadn't wanted him to feel uncomfortable, and she instantly apologized for it. But the android only smiled sheepishly. "No, no. I... it was nice, but... well. I-I..." By God! What was he saying? The android turned his face away from her, his LED glowed yellow, and he fell silent. Y/N smiled, understanding as she caught a glimpse of his groin. There was a bulge visible, but fortunately his trousers were dark so it shouldn't be very noticeable. "Oh," she was whispering, "Connor, it's all right. I... come on, let's go. Looks like rain clouds are coming in..." The android just nodded gently, still not looking at the young woman. When the android was ready to leave, the young woman folded up the blanket and walked home with Connor.

All the way Connor didn't dare to look at the young woman, but this silence was almost unbearable. Y/N wondered what was going on in his mind. It was a natural reaction to her body and he didn't need to be ashamed of that. "Connor?" Her sweet voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked at her with his deer brown eyes. Her smile reassured him, because by the look of it, she probably wasn't mad at him. They stopped at Hank's house as she fumbled for her keys in her handbag. "Look, I'm not mad. It's all good, Connor. Okay?" Besides, the young woman would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to Connor. That he had reacted to her that way still shocked her inside. She had never thought that an android could develop such intimate feelings. But if she reflected more exactly, he had proven often that he cared for her very much. She carefully reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers with his, bringing him to a stop. The android turned to her, looking down at her, suddenly seeming so unsure, so lost. "Connor... I want you to know that I feel very comfortable with you. I like being around you, feeling safe with you." Hearing those words, he squeezed her hand and he carefully leaned in until his forehead touched hers. "Y/N..." Maybe now he could find the courage to ask for a kiss. He swallowed audibly, moistening his lips with his tongue. "May I kiss you, Y/N?" "Yes," she replied softly, and the moment Connor gently touched her lips with his, she closed her eyes. Her lips tingled as his kiss was like that of a butterfly. Tender and careful. She could hear him sigh. Full of contentment and the more he relaxed, the more intense the kiss became and Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, giving herself completely to the kiss. They lost themselves in the kiss, were in their own world. Connor felt her tongue trying to carefully make its way into his mouth and he momentarily opened his lips, letting her have her way. A deep purr escaped his throat, it just felt too good what they were doing. He'd never done this before, and he was enjoying every second until Y/N pulled back from the kiss. Unlike Connor, after such a long and intimate kiss, she needed some air. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmered and her smile revealed to him how much she had enjoyed the kiss with him. Connor followed her silently after Y/N reached for his hand and took him into Hank's house. The young woman's heart was beating like crazy as she felt so happy at the moment. Connor always managed to fill her with happiness and she knew she never wanted to miss him. It might sound crazy, but maybe he was the man she had always longed for. "Make yourself comfortable Connor. I'm going to take a quick shower. In the meantime, you can go ahead and pick out a movie." The android nodded with a gentle smile. "Sure. You want some popcorn? Or potato chips?" "Oh, I'm really in the mood for chips right now!" He was about to walk into the kitchen when Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. Instantly, Connor wrapped his arms around her waist as he lost himself in their kiss. "See you in a minute, Connor." And there she disappeared, leaving the android with his heart pounding wildly. God, his body was responding to her again. He looked down at himself, wondering how many times this would happen to him tonight.

While Connor was getting everything ready for a cozy movie night, Y/N was in the shower. She thought about the time she spent with Connor. They were barely apart, had a lot of laughs together and she felt comfortable with him. And she couldn't get the kiss out of her mind. A thousand butterflies raged in her stomach and she couldn't help but grin the whole time. She still perceived his scent. The fresh scent of cotton, mixed with the gentle touch of aftershave. She liked it a lot on him and at the thought of spending the evening with him, she felt that it excited her a lot. She bit her lower lip gently as she pressed her thighs together while it tingled between her legs. She couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than exchanging caresses with him. The young woman touched herself, running her fingers between her labia, feeling herself getting wet already at the thought of Connor. "Connor..." She purred softly as she closed her eyes, imagining he was in the shower with her. But she quickly remembered that she was staying at Hank's place and he could return at any moment. Not to think how embarrassed she would be if Hank caught her and Connor sharing initimate caresses. Connor had similar thoughts. Only he was worried about something else. The fact that he didn't know the whole truth about Y/N's torture of Steven.

He was really racking his brain about it. So much so, that he blanked out everything around him at the moment. Silently, he sighed as he opened the potato chip bag and poured the contents into a bowl. Connor suffered in silence, for the whole story had not left him cold. If only he had seen the signs sooner! He could have prevented so much! Y/N was a very strong woman, but she had also often cried in his arms. At night, when she had thought that no one had noticed her and she had felt alone, he had been with her. Had given her the support and warmth she had needed. And it had broken his heart to hold her in his arms. Until today, she hadn't said another word about that night when Steven was arrested, and Connor had accepted it. He had just held her, for she had the right to deal with her pain in her own way. But now it almost killed him inside not to know what else this bastard had done to her. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, swallowing the burning sting in his throat, when her sweet voice suddenly snapped him out of his thoughts. He startled slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." But Connor just smiled, trying to get to other thoughts, to enjoy this evening together with her. Y/N was already wearing her light blue shorts and white tank top. Her hair was still damp and fell in wild curls over her shoulders. She looked simply adorable and Connor could hardly take his eyes off her. "No. You didn't! It's all good, Y/N." He handed her the bowl of munchies and Y/N was already looking forward to the cozy movie night with the android. "Have you picked out a movie, Connor?" But the android shook his head. "No. You pick one, Y/N." "Okay, Connor. How about an adventure movie? Or Fantasy?" The two walked over to the couch, where Y/N made herself comfortable, the bowl of chips pressed against her. Of course, the chips didn't go unnoticed and Sumo joined the party. "Ah, ah, Sumo! They're too salty for you!" But Sumo just licked his lips and looked at the young woman with his big eyes, literally begging her to have some. But the young woman just shook her head, because salt was certainly not good for dogs. "Forget it Sumo." The San Bernardine just grumbled and went back to his spot, where he made himself comfortable. Y/N laughed softly before reaching for the remote and searching for a suitable movie. "Okay, Connor. Let's see," The android really didn't know what movie they should watch, so he searched his database and within seconds, was given countless suggestions of the most popular movies. He reduced them to three titles. "How about The Lord of the Rings? The Fellowship of the Ring?" "Oh, yes! That sounds very good! I'm sure you'll like that one, Connor!" It was going to be a long movie night, but Y/N was on vacation, so she could go to bed late, and Connor didn't need any sleep anyway. LOTR was one of her all-time favorite movies and it had been a long time since she had last seen it.

Time passed. After two hours, Y/N felt herself getting very tired and she was already lying on the couch with Connor. He was behind her, hold her tightly in his arms and she felt like she was in a cocoon; warm and sheltered. She had her fingers intertwined with his and Connor was dying inside because the bulge in his pants was getting bigger and he couldn't turn it off either. Probably the young woman hadn't even noticed, for which he was very grateful. It had already been very uncomfortable for him this afternoon, but her exposed neck was far too tempting to be ignored. Carefully, his fingers slid over her delicate skin and the young woman instantly closed her eyes, sighing contentedly, just waiting for Connor to kiss her. And the next moment she felt his soft lips on her skin. Quickly, the movie was forgotten as Connor snuggled closer against her ass. Connor gasped, growled deeply the next moment and his kisses became more intense. Y/N suddenly felt hot, her knees softened and she felt the seductive tingling between her legs. Everything about Connor aroused her. His voice, his touches and kisses, his appearance. Everything! The young woman stretched devotedly, moaning softly as his kisses moved from her neck to her left shoulder blade. God, she was especially sensitive at this point, and Connor was quick to notice. "Connor..." She bit her lower lip in pleasure, feeling her arousal rise from his kisses. "Y/N..." His hand traveled up her bare thigh, squeezing gently but firmly. Y/N turned her face to him so she could look at him. Her beautiful eyes sought his gaze. "Kiss me, Connor..." The android didn't let himself be asked a second time and a passionate kiss broke out in an instant. Connor brought the young woman over him so that she was lying on top of him and he gave himself completely to her. His arms were wrapped around her waist while she lay on top of him and explored his mouth with her hot tongue. It was incredible how real he felt. His kisses were not different from a real person though, and his skin was even softer. But still in the exchange of their caresses, Connor thought of Steven and he carefully released the kiss, seeking her gaze. "Y/N... wait..." "Huh?" Somewhat confused, the young woman furrowed her brow. Connor sighed softly, not knowing how to quite begin. But he just had to talk about that damn night three months ago now! "Is something wrong, Connor?" She worried, she'd forced herself on him, and now when he saw her like this, with her big, pretty eyes, her look slightly worried, he'd like to kiss her to senselessness. "..." He paused, wondering inwardly if he should really destroy this most romantic mood now. And he would, if he mentioned  Steven. The android moistened his lips with his tongue before sighing again and looking up at the ceiling first. "If... Hank sees us here... that would be very embarrassing..." The young woman sighed softly, but in the end he was right. That the real reason was quite different, she didn't know. The fact was that Connor was terribly afraid of hurting her unintentionally. "Besides..." Gently, he put his hand to her cheek, smiling warmly at her as his thumb slid over her skin. "Not on his couch. At Hank's house." It was supposed to be romantic. In a bed, with the lights dimmed and just the two of them. Without the danger of getting caught. "You're right, Connor." She stole a gentle kiss from him anyway, and he returned it with relish. "Come here, sweetheart," he whispered as he pulled her head to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. The android's eyes wandered towards the ceiling and he closed his eyes in torment, just couldn't bring himself to remind her of that night. Not now, when she was doing so well and could laugh again. Still, Connor knew he couldn't keep quiet about it forever. He desired Y/N too much.

Next chapter coming soon...

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[raidipop]

Small practice of a new style of drawing ✨

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[obsessed-vixen]

Connor x reader. (Lil flustered con con boi)

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Summary: connor likes you...alot. A LITTLE TOO MUCH. You decided to help clean out and organize some of his papers. But, you find some paper that he claims he has no memory of.

Request: no.

TW: none. (Maybe obsession?)

FLUFFY FLUFFF (maybe a little flirting.)

Anyway. Just read omg. (Also my wattpad is @ArchangelVixen I have a markiplier Pfp :3)

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Ever since he laid eyes on you he's been obsessed. The little movements you do when you talk, the way your voice sounds, your interests. Everything about you has been on his mind. Even the first time you met.

You were trying to get coffee out of the machine but it wouldn't budge. Connor saw your frustration and helped you out. Eventually, you got your coffee. You looked up at him and gave him a small "thanks." While having a soft smile. As soon as you walked off that moment replayed in his head.

Few weeks later he finally got the confidence to talk to you. He was a blushing mess. He didn't want to seem weird. You thought he was funny and became friends with him. Of course he always saw you as more then friends.

One day you came into the DPD a little early then him. While walking past his desk, you saw he left some papers out. Normally you wouldn't think much of it but you glanced at one that had your name on it. Curious, you picked it up. Thought nothing much of it until you read further and further.

You found something you hadn’t really anticipated. You’re leaning against his desk, trying to keep a neutral face while you read It’s… detailed romantic descriptions, about you and him. How soft he imagines your skin to be.

how tenderly you look at him when the lovelight is in your eyes, his strong and firm arms wrapping around you, passionate kisses and declarations of affection.

You keep reading. Chapters of undying love, pages of yearning, paragraphs dedicated to how soft your lips are- You’re becoming more flustered and giddy by the second. Then he walks in. You quickly hid the papers behind your back, while smirking at him.

"Oh hello y/n...what are you doing–" The realization hits him like a brick. His eyes widen. He quickly tries to grab the papers behind your back. "Oh come on! I wasn't even near the ending yet!" You whine, teasing him just making him more flustered by the second.

"I- just- please i-" he didn't know what to say. He was to flustered and embarrassed. Luckily no one else was at the DPD yet. He rushes forwards and snatches the pages from your hands.  “I don’t know how these papers got in here, I- I’ve never seen this writing before in my life!" He declares.

"Come on man, don’t leave me in suspense. It’s fantastic work, some of your best~" He’s caught in between being flustered and his embarrassment. He stumbles through a mishmash of sentences. “I- you- it’s, well- The thing is-” You continue to tease him.

“Now if my analysis skills are any good, I’d say you like me. More than like me, if your reaction is anything to go by." You lean closer to him, while slightly tugging on his tie. "Tell me, are you just as passionate a man as you are a writer? Maybe we should find out~”

His stuttering and stumbling gets worse. You’re actively flirting with him instead of being disgusted or horrified, so he supposes it’s a victory. "I- uhm-" he froze, looking into your eyes. Blushing everywhere. You tilt your head a little and give him a mischievous smirk. You move away. "But it all seriousness, I wouldn't mind having a romantic relationship with you. I like you too. Of course no need to say ye‐"

He pulls you into a kiss. You hum delightedly and kiss him back. You push him slightly backwards. Leaning him against his desk. You pull away after a few minutes, both panting. "So...do I taste like what you...imagined~?" He stayed silent, trying to process what just happend. "You taste devine, better then I imagined~" he smirked and pulled you back in for a more passionate kiss. This time turning you around and pushing you against the desk.

~Extra~

While having your make-out session. Hank walks in disgusted. "Get a room!" He says while groaning. You too laughed and pulled away. Holding hands for the rest of the day.

-Vixen<3

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[augustinapril]

I've got other reqs im supposed to be writing but I'm so hyperfixated on Detroit: Become Human it's INSANE so pretty please send me connor requests

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[ash-writies]

I’m a huge sucker for fake dating so I would love if you could do a fake dating Connor x fem! Reader!!!

A/n: I also love fake dating, and marriage of convenience, and forced proximity… I think I need mental help lmao hurt/comfort prompt is next! Likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

Summary: You and Connor go Ice Skating with Hank while pretending to be dating.

Warnings: none

2k Words

You walked into the Detroit Police Department. You made sure you looked the part of a sweet, doting, and slightly clingy girlfriend. As you entered Connor looked up from his work and smiled at you. As you approached his desk he stood, “hey,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Hey,” you wrapped your arms around him, “are you ready to go on break real quick?”

“Almost, give me five minutes and I’m all yours,” he said, returning to his work, you sighed and pulled a chair next to him. You didn’t bother taking off your coat, the constantly opening doors of the DPD kept it cold.

“Hey y/n,” Hank called with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand, “waiting for Connor again huh?”

“As always,” you sarcastically sighed and rolled your eyes. Hank was the reason you were “dating” Connor. He was worried that Connor might be too lonely and Connor didn’t want Hank to worry about him.

He groaned and glared at Connor, “that work’s not going anywhere.”

“Just a couple more minutes…” Hank rolled his eyes and sat at his desk.

“So is this an interesting case or something?” you asked.

“Nah, we’re just finishing up the last of the paperwork.”

You nodded and looked at the coffee cup, “I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything about that.”

“He has plenty to say when you’re not here,” he shrugged, taking a long sip. You smiled and looked at your phone, your break just started but you only had thirty minutes. 

At that moment Connor turned off his screen and stood, “alright, are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in,” you smirked.

He returned your smile, “let’s go then. Goodbye Hank.”

“Hmm. See ya y/n,” the man said, opening his computer to do his paperwork. The two of you walked to the nearest cafe and talked while you waited for your food.

“Hank says I don’t take you on enough dates,” he began, “are you free to do something Saturday?” 

You hummed, “I should be, same as usual?”

Usually, he went to your apartment and you both did your own thing or you watched a movie together. Sometimes it meant doing a fake date where you just set up your dining room to look fancy and he takes unflattering pictures of you to show Hank. “No,” he said.

You furrowed your brows, “Oh? So what are we doing?” You expected his answer to be the same “yes” it always was. You were glad for the sudden change though, the more the two of you hung out the more he intrigued you.

“We are going ice skating with Hank,” he stated. 

You thanked the waiter as your food was set in front of you, “what?”

“Ice skating is an ideal group activity,” he began, “it is fun and a good cardio workout.”

“I meant, why are we going ice skating with Hank?”

“To show him how happy we are,” he said, watching you take a bite of your food.

“Oh okay,” you said, swallowing your food.

He smiled at you, “great! I’ll pick you up at seven.” You returned his smile and quickly finished your food. 

As you left you checked the time, “I can’t stop by the station,” you said, “I’m running late.”

“That’s fine,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Returning his embrace you said, “See ya.”

A few days passed and it was suddenly Saturday evening. You were nervous the whole day and couldn’t think of what to wear now that it was almost time. Connor sent you a text: I’m here, are you ready? You two had decided to go early so you could practice and not look like a fool in front of Hank.

You shot one back: I just need a few more minutes. You can wait in the living room 

Okay. You pulled on some bell bottom jeans, a long sleeve undershirt, and a red sweater. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair. It looked fine the way it was but you brought a hair tie just in case.

“Okay I’m ready!” you called, walking out of your room.

Connor’s LED flashes yellow as he smiled at you, “Do you have any gloves?”

“No but I don’t think I need them,” you shrugged, making sure you had all the things you needed.

“Are you sure? The temperature is going to be 40 degrees fahrenheit-”

“I’m sure,” you laughed. 

He reluctantly nodded, “alright then, let’s go.” You smiled as he led you out of your apartment. You locked the doors and headed downstairs to the car.

The rink was busy and you were nervous about going in at first. Connor noticed your nerves and grabbed your hand. The gesture caught you off guard but you didn’t pull away because he wasn’t one for physical contact. He only let go to carry both pairs of skates.

“Have you ever skated before?” he asked as  you both found a bench.

“I’ve roller skated. This can’t be much different.”

He smirked, lacing up his shoes, “It will be, there aren’t wheels first of all-”

“I bet you won’t be that good,” you interrupted, “you’ve never done either!”

“What if I told you I’ve been practicing?”

“I wouldn’t believe you, you like working too much.”

He chuckled and stood up, looking at your shoes, “You didn’t tie them tight enough.”

“I’ll be fine won’t I?” you asked.

He bent over and began retying your laces, “making sure they’re not too loose is beneficial because it prevents blisters and supports your ankles.” He continued with his ramble about health that you couldn’t help but zone out. You looked at his beanie, he usually wore it to make himself look more human.

“I hate this beanie,” you muttered absent mindedly.

“Why?” he asked looking up. You were suddenly met with his eyes and it startled you out of your trance.

“Hm?”

“Why don’t you like the beanie?”

“Oh- I didn’t realize I said that-” you sputtered, “It covers all your pretty hair.”

He smirked, “Well you only have to put up with it for an hour, two at the most.”

“How will I make it?” you said, rolling your eyes. He chuckled and helped you up. The two of you awkwardly waddled into the rink. Connor stepped in first and held his hand out. You grabbed it and tried to step down only to slip. 

Connor wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up with the hand that was already holding yours, “is it any different so far?” he asked, laughing.

You felt your face heat up, “No- I always slip stepping into the rink.” He hummed and slowly lowered your hand.

“Here hold onto me,” he said, turning so that he was facing you, “bend your knees and lean forward.” You followed his directions, keeping your hands on his forearms. “Make sure to keep your head up,” you looked up and was face to face with him. He smiled, “good. Now slowly lift one foot up and push forward.” 

You ended up pushing too hard and almost fell again. You frowned as he laughed, “how are you so good at it?”

“It probably has something to do with a program I downloaded,” he shrugged.

“So you’re cheating?”

“There aren’t any rules to ice skating,” he laughed. You huffed and tried pushing off slower. He smiled at your little progress, “we’ll start with the basics…” He led you through the beginner maneuvers and exercises. 

He was about to let you go when Hank called you, “hey lovebirds get over here!” Connor smiled, held your arm, and led you to him.

You slid into the railing, “hey hank!”

“I’m glad you made it, are you ready?” Connor asked, leaning over to check his shoes.

“I’m not sure about getting on the ice,” Hank muttered.

“You can do it, I’ll help you.”

“Nah,” he smiled, “you guys tire yourselves out and we can go out to eat after.” When both of your frowned he added, “my treat-”

You smirked, “well that sounds good to me~ but Connor can’t eat. What does he get out of this?”

Hank glanced at the android and pursed his lips, “hmmm.”

“You can get on the ice for 30 minutes,” Connor offered.

Hank frowned, “no-”

“Fifteen minutes?”

“Connor-”

“Fifteen minutes is the least amount of time you can skate without wasting money.”

“Fine,” the man groaned. 

You chuckled as you watched the man get his skates, “I guess you’ll have to help him now.”

“Yes, I don’t believe he’ll be good at ice skating,” Connor laughed, “I think you’ve had sufficient training. Let’s see, we can skate to the opening to test you.” 

“Okay,” you smiled. Connor stayed close as you led the way to the entrance. You got closer and saw Hank holding onto the railing and skating towards you. You smiled and grabbed the railing beside him, “did you fall getting in?”

“Nope- did you?”

“Almost,” you said, “Connor caught me though and he helped me get better.”

"Do you want my help?" Connor offered.

“I’m okay,” the man grumbled, “I only need to be on here for fifteen minutes…”

“Okay, but if you fall I can’t promise not to laugh,” you teased. You and Connor skated next to him, Connor doing some of the tricks he had downloaded and you just barely being able to skate in a straight line. Connor left the two of you to help a kid that had fallen get up.

You and Hank watched as he gave the kid some pointers, “how has he been with you?”

“He’s been alright,” you shrugged, “more affectionate lately now that I think about it.”

“He’s been talkin about you a lot nowadays.”

“Why?”

“I dunno, maybe he’s in love with you or something,” he chuckled, nudging you.

You noticed Connor skating towards you. You smiled at him and muttered under your breath, “really?”

Once the fifteen minutes was up the three of you returned your shoes and piled into Hank’s car. Even though you and Hank wanted to go to a fast food restaurant Connor talked you out of it. The three of you talked and laughed as you and Hank ate, talking about work and everyday life. When it was time to leave Hank offered to take you home.

“I’ll take her home Hank,” Connor said, LED flashing yellow as he called a car.

“Alright, should I expect you back tonight?” the man teased.

“Of course,” Connor said as Hank began walking to his car, “goodbye, drive safely.”

“See ya,” Hank called, waving as he turned around.

Having exhausted all of your conversation topics, the two of you waited in silence on the trip to your apartment. He walked you to your door and asked, “what were you and Hank talking about?”

“When?” you asked, pulling your keys out of your pocket.

“When I left on the ice rink.”

“Oh, he was asking about you,” you plunged the key into the lock and heard it unbolt, “why?”

“When I came back, your face was flushed and your heart rate had increased.”

“Oh.”

“Did he embarrass you?” he continued.

“No,” you muttered leaning in your doorway.

“Oh I must’ve misread the situation.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Are you in love with me?” his led began to glow yellow as he stared at you. Suddenly you were embarrassed, “I mean he was saying that you talk about me a lot and said that you were in love with me- If it was to make it seem more real I understand-”

He calmly said your name, “I am in love with you.”

“I just- what?”

He slowly lifted his hands and rested them on your arms, “I’m in love with you.”

You felt your whole world tremble and all you could think to say was, “oh.”

“I- are you interested in really dating me?” he mumbled, his eyes searching yours

“I- yes of course!” you said, snapping out of it.

He smiled and let his hand slip from your arms, “phew, I was worried for a moment- So, see you Monday?”

“Yup, see ya Monday,” you giggled.

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[percyjavksongf]

𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫!.•❀

➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤!𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐’𝟖𝟖𝟓

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

“𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 “𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮“ 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝,

“𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫“

𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜

Somewhere in camp, Percy was probably off teaching younger campers how to properly wield a sword, and you? Well your contribution to Camp Half-Blood was keeping your pouting face hidden in a feather filled pillow.

You thought of dragging your tired legs off the bed and going out, doing something productive with your last few days at camp before the summer was up, but then you’d feel sick at the thought off speeding up your day by doing something productive, so you’d just sigh and roll over in your bed. Your internal fight to leave bed lasted for an hour or so before you came to the conclusion that at least sitting up in bed would be better then slowly suffocating in your bed sheets, so you did just that.

You groaned at the pop your back made when you finally pulled yourself up, gods you really needed to get out of this bed. Although you understand it probably makes a hell of a lot of more sense to actually achieve something on this crisp summer day, like run through the strawberry fields with Selina nipping at your heals, squealing with happiness as the sun beats down unforgivingly against your sweating skin. Or maybe you’d be sneaking around with Connor, he always knew how to put an honest smile of your face, even if others found him annoying, you believed he had a hidden sweetness to him that he covered up with stupid jokes and wild pranks.

You flipped through your thoughts for awhile, humming the familiar tune that drifted through the air of your mother’s cabin, Demeter, admiring the wildflowers that seemed to almost dance along with the tune. A knock at your Cabin door had you reluctantly removing your eyes from the ballet of the wildflowers and staring curiously at the door, you weren’t expecting anyone so you almost considered ignore the noise, that was until they started knocking furiously on the door and forcing you up from your comfortable position. You walked over to the door quickly in hopes to stop the awful banging that disturbed the plants and swung the door open.

“you wanna get drunk?”

Pollux.

You send him a false look of annoyance and let your eyes travel down to the pitcher of grape flavoured cool aid in his purple stained hands, he must’ve just made it.

“drunk?” you questioned incredulously, “have you finally done it? Turned water into wine! Oh you’re a little Jesus in the making!” you cried out dramatically and reach for the pitcher. Pollux, picking up on your tease right away quickly moved to hold the pitcher away from you

“ha ha, very funny. I’m obviously still working on completing that miracle, but in the mean time we could go get a sugar rush” Pollux peered behind you, raising a brow at your obviously recently occupied bed “or are you too busy?” you rolled your eyes and put a hand to Pollux’s chest, pushing him the rest of the way out of your cabin’s front door and turning to shut it behind you. You supposed it wouldn’t be much harm to spend an hour out in the fresh air.

An hour turned into five and the sun was starting to set on yours and Pollux’s makeshift dining area, the once filled pitcher was now discarded, empty and resting on it’s side. Pollux and you had moved to rest against a rough tree and people watch, making comments on possible up and coming romances in the camp.

“you know I’ve heard a few rumours about you” Pollux stated matter of factly and you gasped, turning to face him in an instant. “you have to tell me”

“no I don’t” Pollux grinned, obviously enjoying the power he had over the topic

“yes you do, you can’t bring it up and then not tell me” you state seriously, causing Pollux to grin wider “actually I just heard from the department of hidden information and yep, uh huh, ok yeah I’ll let them know. No, I don’t have to tell you” you stared unimpressed at the skit Pollux played out for you of him answering the phone to deny your request, you looked away from him and stared off at the sunset, “thats fine smart ass, I’ll just have to let Mr D know about the time you actually got drunk, and how it wasn’t done by any miracle but more so by a lie his devious son managed to get away with”

“It’s about you and Percy”

A laugh burst out of your chest at how quickly he confessed, and you failed to notice boy’s stare burning into your skin, and the slight blush forming on his face. You laughter had died down and you finally registered his rushed words.

“Percy and I? What about us” you questioned curiously. Percy and you had been joined at the hip since you first came to Camp Half-blood, both having a peculiar love for blue food and the ability to get yourselves into all sorts of trouble. You’d say you became close friends after the fight of Manhattan, you had taken a nasty blow to the head that left you unconscious for a couple of days, when you had finally awoken in the camp infirmary the first thing you noticed besides the pounding in between your ears, was the exhausted face of Percy Jackson sitting in the chair beside your bed, his restless hands fiddling with your bed sheets. Since that day Percy almost seemed to make a habit out of making sure to see you every single day. The thought snapped you back to the present, surprised you hadn’t already realised it, you hadn’t seen Percy today.

“just something about you two spending a lot more time together, thats all. You know how people around here gossip over nothing” you frowned at the bitter tone of his voice and looked back towards the camp, where was Percy?

“have you seen Percy today?” you replied, forgetting the topic of your conversation mere seconds earlier. You tried to ignore the small frown that appeared on Pollux’s mouth at the mention of Percy. Over the past few months you had noticed Pollux’s opinion of Percy shift every so slightly, he used to be overjoyed by the mention of Percy but now it seemed to be the worst thing you could talk about with him, and you weren’t really sure why.

“probably somewhere showing off his sword fighting or something” Pollux grumbled and leaned back on his hands “never mind him, lets just lounge in the sun and pretend we had a productive day”

“let us live as flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in the sun” you grin and look over to Pollux, knowing the quote will earn you an eye roll

“yeah ok flower power, just change the last part to drenched in wine and I’ll accept it” an eye roll or a dumb comment.

Your gaze returned to the camp once more and to your surprise you spot Percy only a few feet away from you, walking over at a comfortable pace. That was always something you enjoyed about Percy, he always seemed so laid back. You let a smile bloom over your face and lifted you hand up to block out the dying sun,

“hello miss wild and beautiful and drenched in the sun” the shit eating grin that graced Percy’s features maked your heart flutter,

“you’re here to eavesdrop I see” you quickly take note of the new freckles that decorate his sun kissed complexion, and the gentle stream of red that’s flowing on his upper arm that makes you frown and get to your feet, at his side in an instant “Percy your arm-”

“it’s fine, really. Just comes with the job of teaching twelve year olds how to use a sword” you carefully brush your thumb over the skin just beside the cut, it was just a nick but still was un welcomed by you none the less.

You hummed and removed your hand from his skin, it almost felt like your palm was burning as it drifted away from Percy, itching for the contact once again. A forced cough from behind you steals your attention, Pollux had gathered his pitcher and gave you a tight lipped smile, “I’ll leave you to it, see you around” you gave him a smile wave and thanked him again for the cool aid, you turned away from his retreating form you’re met with another unimpressed look.

“you better hope the wind doesn’t change, Perseus”

Percy’s burnt nose wrinkles from the name, only his mother calls him by his real name.

“what have I done to deserve a full name?” he scoffed

“give me that look” you replied matter of factly

Percy’s frown deepened for a moment before springing back up into a soft smile, the wind had picked up and you watched as his hand reached forward to tuck away a strand of your hair that was moving lazily in the breeze. You stared up at Percy through your lashes, uncaring of the heat that bloomed on your face. Percy knew the effect he had on you anyways.

“Pollux doesn’t like me” Percy said, moving his hand to rest against your cheek, his calloused thumb drawing soft circles on your skin. Your eyes scan your surroundings, hoping to the gods that no one was around to disturb your moment of piece, where the cloak fell off and left Percy’s love for you proudly displayed. Percy’s other hand playfully pinched the exposed skin on your waist and your eyes fixed to his once more. “don’t worry about them, let them see us”

Your eyebrows raised unintentionally at that, Percy and you had decided to keep your budding romance to yourselves when it first began, when the war had just ended and you felt it was best to leave that detail out, more focused on the loss of your fellow campers and dealing with that grief. But as the months went on you had still stayed the same, secret meetings after the camp fire had died down, sneaking into the lake with the help of the Percy’s air bubbles, only the fish that inhabited there knew of your love for each other. Sometimes during a particularly serious game of capture the flag, one where you and Percy were on different teams, he would manage to sneak up on you a steal a quick kiss before running off with a laugh in attempts to through you off your game. You’d always return the kiss later after your team won.

“why do you think Pollux doesn’t like you?” you questioned

“because he likes you” Percy replied much to your surprise “it’s all anyone at camp can talk about these days, they swear he’s going to ask you out any day now” it’s hard to miss the slight grumble in his voice as he goes on about how Pollux has been flirting with you for months, but you honestly hadn’t picked up on it. Right now you were more focused on the way Percy’s eyebrows furrowed slightly at the mention of Pollux trying to woo you. You’d had reached the wooded area of camp and reached for Percy’s hand then, your fingers intertwined and you positioned yourself in front of him, now walking backwards to face him as you spoke. Percy seemed to be more focused on guiding you away from any trees unknown to you.

“I don’t think he dislikes you, Percy. He’s never said anything bad about you” you said, Percy hands moved to your hips to side step you away from a fallen branch.

“he’s never said bad about me to you, probably” Percy said

“probably, see it’s not definite” you attempted to reason, any other words leaving your mind in a heartbeat when you feel the scratchy bark of a tree pressed against your back. You eyes stayed glued to Percy’s as he stepped closer to you, his hands drifting up to your waist. You looked around then to see if any campers, or gods forbid, Mr D, were taking a stroll through the woods at this time. Percy’s fingers resting on your jaw beckoned your attention back to him “always looking around” he spoke lowly, his words for you and you alone.

“are you sure you want to make this known?” you’re unsure why you whispered it, there was no one around anyways. But you still felt nervous, it only took one person to see before the news would spread like wildfire, and you would be bombarded with invasive questions and ‘how could you not tell me!’ from your siblings. Too be honest you kind of liked being a little secret, knowing you had Percy all to yourself. But you knew how much better it would be to not have to sneak around everywhere, the teasing would die down eventually and your relationship would be common knowledge.

“I think we’ve hidden this away for way to long, I want everyone to know you’re my girl”

you can’t contain the smile that his words bring you, his girl.

“we’ll only if you’re ok with that, of course” he followed up with quickly

“yeah I think it’s about time I explain to Miranda why I keep waking her up at three in the morning to let me in through the window” you laughed, imagining the look on her face when you finally spill the beans to her, she’s undoubtedly by excited by the news, but probably also scold you for keeping it from her for so long.

The sun’s golden rays poured down through the dancing leaves that dressed the trees and sunk into your skin, you watched as Percy’s eyes almost seemed to glow in the light, he was summer’s child.

You relaxed against the tree and pulled Percy closer to you, and for a moment you let the world consist of just the two of you. You never thought it ever would, even though the two of you had been friends since the age of twelve there was never a time where you could just breathe together. there was always a quest, or a battle, or a four thousand year old girl who Percy vanished with for two weeks, that one had caused a raft between you for a few weeks.

But now you simply exist together, and it makes everything worth it.

You brought a hand up to rest against his upper arm, revelling in the heat that was coming of his dirt covered skin, you made a mental note to tease him about it later and send him off to the showers. Your hand continued it travels upwards and you finally landed in the space between his shoulder and his neck, running a thumb against the underside of his jaw.

“you in love with me or something?” Percy teased, drawing a hum from you in response

“I might just be, Jackson” you grinned, before letting out a gasp as Percy dipped his head quickly and kissed you. It started off heavy and warmed you up like nothing else, it slowed down into soft pecks before Percy drew away, not without pressing on last kiss to your redden lips.

“I might just love you too” Percy breathes out, dipping back down again to press his lips to the side of your mouth, “my sweet girl” he mumbled against your lips finally before pressing one last kiss to them.

“Percy” you whispered, putting a hand against his chest to create some distance as you flushed at the realisation of how exposed the two of you were. Percy took a step back with a smug grin, his hands never leaving you.

“you are though” Percy continues, causing you shove against him gently in protest “my sweet girl, or do you prefer my girl, cus you know both statements are true-”

“shut up” you whine out in embarrassment, he was so shameless. Percy laughed at your protest and took your hand in his, pulling you towards the rows of cabins.

“what’re we doing?” you said, letting him lead you away from the shade of the trees, Percy only smiled at you before continuing ahead

“we’re going to hang out with the rest of the campers, maybe your friend Pollux will be there”

you give him a deadpan look at the mention of Pollux, still wondering how a man like Percy could be jealous of your friendship with Pollux, it was obvious you only had eyes for him.

“and why are you so eager to get us there?” you questioned curiously

“cus I want them all to see that you’re my girl” he stated back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, bringing your intertwined hands up to his lips to press a quick kiss against. You sighed and made a show of dramatically rolling your eyes.

I guess he was sticking to that term, his girl.

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a/n: helloooo, wrote this in a couple of hours so it's rushed like all of my works <3 my first non christmas inspired percy work so i hope yous like it!!!

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To be human (Reader!Anderson x Connor/RK800)

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Connor came to a halt, seeing someone sit at Hank’s desk. She sat atop of his desk which was highly inappropriate. Connor adjusted his tie, his Led flickering between blue and red. He firmly walked up to the desk to give the girl a lesson in manners. – “I beg your pardon, but sitting on a desk is highly inappropriate. It increases bad posture.” – he said with a point with his finger. – “Besides this is not your desk. If you were to wait for Lieutenant Anderson, I suggest the waiting room in the front would be more suitable.” – he had come standing before you. You smiled as it confused the android for a moment. You hopped off the desk, coming to stand before him. 

“So you are the droid Cyberlife send.” – you said, taking in his features very detailed. – “I’ve heard all about you.” – you tilted your head a bit to the side. Indeed you had heard so much about him, just not how extremely handsome he was. God, the one that created him sure knew what they were doing. Such dreamy features it made your heart thump just a bit louder. – “The waiting room if you please.” – Connor insisted politely. – “Yet I am more comfortable waiting here.” – you answered. – “I will not ask again. The waiting room if you require Lieutenant Anderson.” – he straightened his posture, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Y/n!” – you turned your head, seeing Hank approach arms open. – “Father!” – you exclaimed walking up to him. Connor staring in a state of shock at you hugging his partner. His led flickering a bright yellow at the newly information he just received. – “I see you’ve met Connor.” – your father spoke, returning to his desk with you. – “I hope he’s been polite to you.” – Hank gave Connor a glare. – “I must apologize I was not aware of this inf-“ – he said as you cut him off. – “He has been well mannered.” – you spoke over him with a warm smile. 

Hank sat himself down as you came leaning against his desk near him. Connor sitting hesitantly down. His eyes fixated on you. Scanning and observing every little detail of your feature. If he looked closely, he could see resemblances with Lieutenant Anderson. Dececting you would probably look more similar to your mother than him. You noticed Connor staring at you, his led flickering. – “What is he doing?” – you asked your dad. Hank turned his head sighing loud. 

“He’s scanning you.” – he said snapping his finger in front of Connor. – “Hey! Droid cut it out!” – he made clear as Connor blinked slowly coming back. – “We have a case to work on.” – he tapped his finger on Connor’s desk that aligned with his. – “Well, well If it isn’t Y/n Anderson.” – looking over your shoulder you saw Gavin approach. – “And I’m off.” – you called out. You gave your father a kiss on his forehead. Avoiding Gavin on your way out.

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You hadn’t heard from your father the entire day. It was night and you started to worry a bit. He didn’t pick up his phone or anything. You decided to go to the station, in the hope to find him there, working late hours. The station was nearly empty. Deserted at such an ungodly hour. A few late workers sitting at their desk or walking around with files in their hands. You exhaled disappointed seeing your dad’s desk was once again abandoned. 

You walked over, sitting down in his chair to wait. Minutes ticked by as you started to get bored. Staring at the few pictures that hung at his board. You flipped up a letter seeing a picture of you and your dad when you were just a kid. No wonder Connor didn’t know you were his daughter when you first met him months ago. He had hidden that information for him. Sighing loud, you lowered the letter to shield the picture away once more. 

Rolling the chair to the side, you took a look at Connor’s neatly tied up desk. You got up, going around. Letting your fingers go over the desk which he would’ve touched numerous times. The door opened as it startled you. Making you run back to your dad’s desk. The last thing you wanted was for Connor to know you were crushing on him.

A human crushing on an android. Where in the world would that fit. Some would find it inhuman, but you couldn’t deny how he made you feel. To your disapproval it was only Gavin entering. The moment he saw you, he went over. – “Ah Y/n! Finally here to see me.” – he said, looking all smug. You rolled your eyes. – “In your dreams Gavin.” – you answered. – “Aww c’mon Y/n, I know you’re here to see me.” – he came closer as you wanted to walk away, but he wouldn’t let you. Whichever side you took, he was there to block you. 

“Real mature Gavin.” – you called out annoyed. – “I haven’t eaten yet…” – he started closing in on you. You got backed up against your father’s desk with little escape. – “I thought we could share a meal, have a drink, call it a date.” – he added making you look disgusted away. – “Gavin, I would appreciate it if you let me pass.” – you told him loud and clear. 

He only chuckled moving his hands over to you. The moment his hands touched your hip, you fought with your hands to keep him back. – “Don’t be such a bore Y/n, I know you want this.” – he called out, touching you as you kept pushing his grabby hands off you. Off your shoulders, arms, and hip.

“Gavin!” – you said wanting to escape but there was no way out. Cornered by him. – “Gavin, stop!” – you called out giving him a hard push. He was smiling, finding himself amusing with the hold he had over you. – “Hands off!” – both of you suddenly heard loud and clear. Both turned your head seeing Connor walk in a firm pace over. Gavin groaned annoyed at Connor’s presence. – “Stay out of this robot. Why don’t you be a good android and make me a coffee.” – Gavin responded. Connor grabbed Gavin tight by his shoulder, pushing him off you. 

Your eyes widened seeing his led flickering a bright red. – “You’ve been pissing me off for a long time, I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands off Y/n.” – Connor called out with a glare. Seeing him like this, did something to you. It made you take a deep breath to control the butterflies in your stomach that were bouncing around without a warning. – “You little shit!” – Gavin insulted ready to throw a punch. Connor ducked, avoiding being hit. Still low, he punched Gavin in his stomach. Shocked, you watched as Gavin dropped to the ground, groaning in pain. Connor turned his head, looking at you. The red in his led having settled for blue once more. – “Are you alright? I detect an increase in your heartbeat.”

You quickly nodded. Hoping so bad he wouldn’t detect the beating of your heart was not out of fear, but out of admiration for him. What he just did making you fall even deeper for him. – “Whe…where is my dad?” – you asked Connor, staring. – “Lieutenant Anderson decided to go home after we were done with the crime scene. He spoke about filing the report tomorrow. Should I escort you home?” – he answered dutiful. 

Gavin got up to his feet, pulling you towards him. His little action made Connor clench his hand into a fist. Ready to throw another punch if he had to. – “I’ll take you home.” – he insisted. – “No thank you.” – you responded, taking your arm back. – “I prefer Connor to take me home.” – You walked over to Connor, standing beside him. – “You would prefer an android over me?” – Gavin shouted frustrated. – “Yes.” – you answered. Connor quirking up a little smile. Connor gave Gavin an expression full of mockery before going back outside with you. 

The temperature had dropped, snow dartling down from the sky. – “I must apologize, I walked here since no buses ride this late and my car is in the garage for maintenance.” – you explained, wanting to let him know what he was in for. – “No problem, Y/n. Walks are very good for your health. I would even suggest to take a long route to keep the blood circulation running which will be rewarding when you get older.”

You chuckled at his overshared information. – “How about we just take the short route to stay warm?” – you suggested. – “Very good idea Y/n.” – he responded. Both of you started walking, heading in the direction of your home. Knowing your dad would be home before you. Connor was looking at you after a while. His eyes scanning your expression, your hands and the chill running down your spine. – “You are cold.” – he concluded. 

You looked at him coming to a stop. – “Yes, but It’s not that far anymore.” – you answered. – “I suggest I use my hands to warm yours. You see I have a heat feature. Allow me to switch it on for you since normally I would not require this setting in my performance of work.” – He offered holding his hand out to you. – “Oh Connor you don’t have to...” – waving your hands in front of you. Connor’s led flickered. – “Already done.” – he told you taking your hand. 

You fell silent, suddenly flustered with him holding your hand. – “Comfortable?” – Connor asked curious. It was indeed comfortable, not only the warmth from his hand, but simply holding it as well. If only he knew how harder, he made you fall for him by acting like this. You nodded seeing him smile. Continuing your walk, Connor made sure your hands were warm as he didn’t want you to freeze before reaching your house.

Hank opened the door, frowning at Connor by your side. – “I took the liberty of escorting your daughter home Lieutenant.” – Connor spoke as you stepped up to your dad. – “Thanks.” – Hank answered unsure what to think, stepping aside for you to enter. – “Bye Connor. Thank you for your kindness.” – you said cheerful. – “Goodbye Y/n.” – Connor answered cheerful. Hank grunting irritated at Connor. Bothered slightly that his daughter and his partner were somehow bonding. 

Hank shut the door in Connor’s face, having seen enough of him today. – “Y/n why did Connor take you home?” – he wanted to know. – “I was waiting for you at the station, but you never showed.” – you yelled from within another room. Hank puffed brief, looking down at Sumo. – “What?” – he asked the dog bothered. Sumo laid his head back down. You went to bed as did your father, exhausted. Early in the morning you woke up, hearing your father’s annoying ringtone. It has been ringing four times and still he didn’t pick up. You groaned squeezing your pillow over your ears. 

“Dad! Your phone!” – you shouted from your room. There was no response as you had enough of it. Agitated you jumped out of your warm bed, swinging your door open. His phone was ringing again in the kitchen as you knew he left it there on purpose. – “Yes!” – you answered bitsy. – “He’ll be there.” – you made clear after receiving some information to pass on. Hanging up, you groaned sleepy. – “Dad!” – you called out, knocking loudly on his door. You could hear him snore from across the door.

“Dad! Wake up!” – you knocked louder, finally hearing him wake. You barged into his room, going straight for his closet. You threw some clothes at him that startled him. – “Get up, you have work.” – you told him, switching the light on. He groaned annoyed and still sleepy. You went back into your room to get dressed for yourself. Knowing he was in no state to go over like this. Passing his room once more, you banged your fist against the door. – “You better be getting dressed!” – you warned making Sumo lift his head up. – “Sorry Sumo.” – you said, giving the dog a good scratch. 

While you were preparing coffee opened the door to your father’s bedroom. Seeing his jacket was put on wrong. – “Honestly dad.” – you sighed coming over. You pulled his jacket off, turning it inside out to the right side. – “Sorry.” – he mumbled clearly still exhausted. You understood in a way as those deviant cases wore him out. You returned to the kitchen filling a cup with coffee for on the road. – “Come on, they are waiting for you.” – grabbing him by the arm, you pulled him to the car with you. You gave him the coffee before driving off. Hank yawned as you filled him in with the little information you got from the phone call. Your dad in the worst morning mood you ever saw.

Already blinded by the red and blue lights, parked you the car. Your dad got out grumpy as you got out as well. He nearly stumbled over his feet in the snow. – “Dad please.” – you sighed, holding him upright by his arm. You led him to the entrance of the building, pulling the tape line over your head. Inside were you greeted with camera flashes and blood splashed against the wall. Hank waved you away, muttering for you to leave. – “Y/n, what are you doing here?” – Connor appeared from around a corner, looking curious at you. 

“I had to bring him.” – you pointed at your father. You watched him look agitated and bothered at others. – “Sorry he’s in a bad mood.” – you whispered to Connor. – “I appreciate the information.” – he winked making you widen your eyes to suppress a squeal. Looking away, you didn’t want him to notice your cheeks warm up. – “Go home Y/n!” – Hank ordered grumpy. – “I would, but you clearly need the car and unless you expect me to walk all the way back, I’ll wait to drive you to the station.” – you answered, knowing in an hour or so he would still be uncapable of riding. 

Hank puffed taking another sip of his coffee. You stepped aside letting them do their work. You found yourself standing near Connor, finding his way of noticing clues interesting. He knelt down by the blood splatters. Scooping his fingers over it to bring it to his mouth. – “Damn it Connor!” – your father called out. – “What did I say about sticking evidence in your mouth.”

You stared dumbfound at the way Connor so easily tasted the blood with little care. – “How else am I going to detect the blood type?” – he answered. – “It is more sufficient and faster.” – he added, still knelt down. – “It’s disgusting for people that’d kiss you.” – you blurted out before you properly thought about it. Connor looked confusingly up to you. – “Why would anyone want to kiss me?” – he questioned. – “I don’t know… maybe…it just came to my mind…” – you responded nervously. 

Connor tilted his head slightly to the side. – “Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” – he asked innocently as a question to your comment. Hank spitted his coffee out as your eyes widened. The thought alone made you bashful. You quickly turned your head, overheating. Connor quirked his eyebrow up, scanning you. He detected that you were flustered by his response, making his led flicker yellow. You stormed out of the house, needing to cool down immediately. 

You couldn’t believe he would actually ask such a thing. He might not understand what his comment did to you. Wondering why you overreacted so much to a simple question. You started making your way back to the car, waiting there for your dad. You saw Connor step out first after being in there for more than half an hour. He seemed to be looking around, searching. The moment he spotted you, he made his way over. You panicked, getting quickly in the car to avoid him.

Connor came to your side, knocking on the window. – “Y/n I require to speak with you.” – he said lowering himself a bit to look at you. You gestured at your ear, pretending you couldn’t hear him. Connor batted his eyes briefly up before opening your door. You squealed when he opened your door. He lowered himself to look in the car. – “Car’s are not soundproof. It would be almost impossible for you to have not heard me. Perhaps not as clear as I would sound standing beside you, but you’d still hear me.” – he declared throwing facts your way. 

“What is it that you want.” – you asked trying to act unbothered. – “It appears my question from before made you very bashful.” – he said making you widen your eyes. You gave him a push, wanting to leave the car immediately. You did not want to have this conversation again. Not while him asking that made your heart beat out of your chest. You stepped out, Connor coming to stand before you. – “I detect you are in flight mode, which isn’t uncommon for humans when faced with something they rather not discuss.” – he told you. 

You could strangle him by being so android like. Scanning and observing every little detail of yours. – “Connor can we not.” – you sighed out, wanting to leave, but Connor grabbed you by the arms. His led flickering to yellow. His brows slightly furrowing. – “You made a very good point in there. It had never occurred to me that my habits might disgust any person wanting to be intimate with me.”

You felt yourself overheat once more, not sure how much longer your heart could take this. – “I have never been kissed you see…” – he told you. – “I have never been faced with anyone showing interest in me.” – he continued as the more he spoke, the more you wanted to melt into a puddle. Your heart almost falling out of your chest. – “So I shall take your advice in consideration.” – he said with a nod, letting go of your arms. You took a deep breath, unable to control yourself any longer. 

This needed to be outed before you’d explode. You took Connor by the arms, moving closer to press your lips against his. They felt cold for some reason as you expected them to be warmer. Connor’s led flickering yellow, eyes wide open as he processed what was occurring. You pulled away, shaking nervously from what you just dared to do. – “I…I…I’m so sorry…” – you stuttered out, hand before your mouth. Connor blinked slowly, coming back to his senses. He pulled your hand down, grabbing you as he kissed your lips. For someone who had never been kissed, knew Connor surely what to do. 

You threw your arms around him, fully enjoying his kiss. Forgetting about him being an android for just a moment. The sound of voices made you pull away. Connor took a step back. You licked your lips, wanting to taste the last of his lips on yours. You waved at your dad who just walked out of the house. He made his way over as you caught Connor staring at you. – “Need a lift to the station?” – you asked with a smile. – “That would be very generous.” – you gestured with your head to the back as he got in. Your dad opening the door to his side. You smiled giddy into the distance. Hank calling out to you to get a move on. You sat down, starting the car, driving off.

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