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[gogogodzilla]

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

Tease || Connor (RK800)

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

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

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

{Masterlist}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Old habits died hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was new.

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

“Fuck, Connor,” you whimpered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come for me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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[connor-trash-blog]

Requested?: Connor x Hanks daughter reader can it be a songfic the song small hands by Keaton Henson please where Connor dies when interrogating the deviant and reader finds him but doesn't know he can come back. happy ending? Smut if you can

Warnings: quite a bit of fluff Connor being Connor, Hank being a slight grumpy ass, strong language, angst if you squint, again crappy story because I can't write fo shit, slight smut maybe.

Pairings: Connor/reader, Hank/daughter!reader

Sorry if this isn't what you had in mind for the request.

⚠ ATTENTION THIS MAY CONTAIN SOME SPOILERS FOR THE GAME PLEASE IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS DON'T READ ⚠

You miss him. Everyone knew it.

'Miss you terribly already.'

He was a beautiful human being in your eyes, inside and out. He was everything to you, you couldn't even last a week away from him.

'Miss your teeth when they chartered, when we smoked out in the garden.'

It was about -10 degrees, you and Connor were outside of your house. Your father, Hank, expected you were doing something bad, you guys were smoking for the first time, well you were.  It was a terrible feeling, the smoke burning the back of your throat, but you laughed through the pain as Connor let out a disgusted cough when you blew smoke in his face.

'When we couldn't sleep for all the heat, soft talk began to harden.'

It was almost two in the morning when you had awoke with a jolt, your body covered in a slick sticky wetness. Sweat. You looked over at your beloved and smiled as he was already looking at you while slightly fanning himself. "You okay deer?" He asked with a sweetness that almost gave you a full mouth of cavities.

"Yes, just very hot." You smiled back.

He sat up slowly watching you with adoration that never leaves his eyes no matter how many times he's seen you. "Well I know you are deer, I'm looking at you right now." He teased and a blush brushed over your face.

He had kept in mind to whisper because surly your father would never approve of your 'relationship' Connor wasn't even suppose to be in this house, let alone in your room with you.

After you had turned on a few fans, you guys spent that whole night just talking about random things that popped in your complex minds, finally being cool enough to snuggle up next to each other.

How you wish he was here to hold you again.

'Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder, as we rolled in early morning.'

You had awoken by multiple kisses on your neck, and had opened your eyes to see your boyfriend rubbing your hair as he planted more kisses all along your neck. You smiled as you ran your fingers through his soft dark hair. "What are you doing?"

He glances up at me with a shy smile, "I... I love you, (Y/N)." He whispered.

You blushed, that was the first time he's ever said something like that to you. He was your first, everything. Your first boyfriend, the first person to hold your hand romantically, right before Hank walked back into the house after Connor asked you out he gave you your first kiss. Now here you guys were, your first I love you.

You've heard of androids falling in love but had never thought you'd be the center of ones affection, it was mind boggling to you. The fact that a perfect human being could possibly love you back was crazy to you.

"I love you too." You finally said after a moment of silence, you had pulled him up to kiss your lips and he did, he kissed you with as much passion an android can give. The kiss slowly got more and more heated as he was rubbing the inside of your thigh.

He pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly as you let out a frustrated sigh. "Are you sure about this? I've learned much about sexual activity and from what I've learned its not pleasant at first." He asked stroking your cheek, and that had you thinking, 'was I ready for this?' You love him, you know you do, you want him, no, you need him.

You nodded looking up at him, "I'm ready. Are you?" He smiled again, not bothering to answer as he planted his lips against yours again. Soon enough you were rolling around the sheets crying out each other's names, declaring your love once more, in a much more passionate way. 'Another first with my love' you thought as you bit his shoulder to muffle your moans.

'Miss your arm dying beneath me, as I lay there simply yawning'

After declaring your love for each other in such a passionate way you spent the rest of the day laying there just talking about anything and everything, he had his arm around you rubbing your bare chest leaving it there even though you were sure if he wasn't an android it would be completely numb and tingly, he wanted to hold you and you wanted him to hold you forever.

'Please forget me, you were right dear.'

He was right about almost everything. He was an android, he knew all the facts, he could scan you and know how you were feeling within seconds. But he never knew why.

At first you had to admit you were bitter about Connor being an android and all considering what happened to Cole, bless his heart. As time went on Connor eventually found out why you hated him and used it to open your eyes and see that androids weren't the source of problems, it was you and people who think how you used to think.

'I am weak and therefore fold'

You were and always will be weak compared to Connor.

Little things always got to you and broke you down, and you are a little thing. A little fleshy thing, that had a spiral of emotions that you couldn't handle from time to time.

You desperately tried not to show it, but you knew you were weak.

'Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils, close my eyelids, hide my eyes I'll be ideal in my ideas think of nothing else but I'

You had quickly shut your eyes holding onto your love, who was shot, your tears warmed your cold face. You screamed for help but nobody came. You sat on the floor rocking back and forward, begging, cursing, panting, crying as you sat there with him in your arms, you were helpless. All you could do was scream for your father, scream your lungs out until your head was pounding and it felt like someone was stabbing your throat.

You sobbed looking down at the smiling android who whispered about how everything was going to be okay. You looked up in time to see your father run over to you and Connor, letting concern take over his features as he called out for him.

And then it finally hit you, Connor was dead, your first love, your soulmate.

~following week~

Your dad Hank was distant from you, whether it had to do with connors death or with how sensitive you are it had you in a world of undecided emotions.

What your father failed to tell you was that Connor was back and had been for a while. You found out in the worse way.

You had just gotten back home from being with some friends. They didn't know of your story, just that you were sad over losing someone close to you. When you had gotten home you made a beeline straight to the kitchen and into the freezer for some chocolate ice cream.

"(Y/N) is that you?" Your father briefly called out from the family room, you were now heading into.

Your eyes widened and the spoon fell from your mouth as you saw Connor, very much alive and well petting sumo. 

But just as you were about to pinch yourself he looked up at the sudden sound of something dropping and met your eyes.

"Oh, hello (Y/N), it's good to see you again." You were speechless and had thought your friends must have put something into your water that night.

You didn't hesitate to run towards him giving him the biggest hug you could, not really caring if your father saw. Just holding him and making sure he was actually there and that he wouldn't just disappear into thin air.

"I missed you, my love." He whispered. And you swear to this day, that your heart exploded at that.

guess what, I found out I'm even worse at writing songfics, I'm sorry if this sucked. No I'm sorry that this did suck. But anyway have a great day/night. (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡

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