urlonelystarrr

[urlonelystarrr]

be my daddy

older!keegan p. russ x virgin!reader

GENRE → smut.

SYNOPSIS → keegan's your older, mean ex-marine neighbor, who takes a liking to the pretty little thing next door - you.

TAGS/WARNINGS → age gap (18 & 32), corruption kink, virgin!reader, fingering, dirty talking, pussy & ass eating, dom!keegan, degrading, squirting, some praise, cock sucking, nipple sucking, creampie, manhandling.

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the neighborhood that keegan lived in wasn't exactly the most inviting. so, when he caught a glimpse of a moving truck unloading furniture into the home across from his, he was intrigued. it was a gloomy afternoon, and he had decided it was the perfect time for a smoke break. he sat on his porch, lighting up a cigarette and taking a hit. keegan had lived in the neighborhood for years, the only people he really saw were drug dealers and people that would come and go. being a 32 year old ex-marine, he didn't have much friends in the neighborhood, and he preferred it that way. most of his neighbors would describe him as an asshole, but he didn't give a fuck about them anyways. he took another hit, watching the street, and noting a few cars that would pass by here and there.

the sound of footsteps caught his attention, as he turned his head to see a young, teenage girl. his breath hitched as soon as he caught sight of you - the prettiest, young thing he'd ever seen. he couldn't believe it - you were fucking gorgeous. he'd seen his fair share of women, but you were different. keegan was good at reading people, and he could tell that a pretty young thing like you was innocent. he wanted to take it away from you. he let out a puff of smoke, his eyes narrowing. his voice was deep and low, almost like a rumble. "hey, kid. c'mere," he commanded lowly, making a 'come here' gesture with his middle and ring finger.

you looked over at him, taking in the sight of this male who was calling out to you. and without thinking, you walked up to his house, past the mailbox and standing right at the small stairs. he leaned back on the chair, an arm crossed over his chest as he took another slow hit, the smoke curling around in the air. you noted that both of his arms had a sleeve of tattoos on them, both consisting of skulls, knives and other things related. his eyes were narrowed and intense, piercing blue eyes scanning you up and down. he licked his lips at the sight of you in that pleated pink miniskirt, and a lacey white top. the backpack slung over your shoulder made him question your age, however. "why the fuck are you dressed like that in weather like this?" he scoffed slightly, enjoying the way you squirmed. "i don't really see the issue," you replied, your voice a stark contrast to his rough one. he scratched at his jaw, the black stubble that was there making you wonder how old he was. "it's fuckin' freezing out here, kid. n' what's a pretty little thing like you doin' out here alone?" he mused, a faint smirk appeared on his lips. "just walking home from school," you said, fiddling with the straps on your backpack. "you a highschooler?" he tilted his head, examining you. "mhm. a senior."

"so you're eighteen?" he said with interest, resting his elbows on his knees. when you nodded, he let out a low chuckle. the unsuspecting look in your eyes immediately told him that you were naive, no smart person would've let him know that much information. "you've got no idea, do ya?" he said, making you tilt your head in confusion. before you could speak, he exhaled out a puff of smoke, letting the cigarette fall to the ground as he extinguished it with the front of his boot. "so you're a lil highschool girl, walking around a neighborhood like this with your tits and ass all on display." he said, his tone taking on a more aggressive and confrontational approach. he liked to make fun of you, knowing full well that he'd give anything just to get a squeeze of those perfect tits, or to get a taste of your ass. you weren't used to people talking like this, so you froze up, not knowing what to make of his interpretation of you. "that's not what i..." you replied, trying to find it within you to defend yourself, but you couldn't seem to find your words as he antagonized you. "it's what it looks like. your daddy let you walk around like that, huh?" he said, standing up and leaning over the porch railing. the black shirt clung to his muscular body, a bicep vein bulging out as he watched your every move. "i guess? i don't... why are you...?" you tried to make sense of it, why he kept questioning you. some part of keegan enjoyed the look of discomfort on your face, letting a low chuckle escape his lips. "i'm just wonderin', sweet thing. there's a lot of men out there who'd love to bring you to their place and take you. gotta be careful." he warned, the railing creaking under his weight as he adjusted himself, trying to hide how his dick was starting to get hard. you nodded, he was looking out for you after all. "thank you, mister. i don't think i caught your name..."

"it's keegan. don't ever call me that shit though. you'll address me as 'sir', you got that, sweetheart? or maybe you need me to bury that in your little head?" the way your eyes widened and the way you shook your head was both amusing and cute to him. "no sir, I think i've got it." he nodded, tilting his head towards your house. "your parents waiting at home for ya?"

"no sir, they're at work." you said, not meeting his eyes. he started to walk down the steps, lifting your chin up to look at him. "look at me, pretty girl." he said, an unknown emotion flickering in his eyes when you looked up at him. "maybe you should stay with me. it's not safe being alone, is it?" his grip tightened ever so slightly, but you were too busy trying to calm your racing heart. "i don't wanna be a bother," you hesitated, watching as he pulled his hand away and walked back up the steps. you could make out the faint imprint of something in his jeans, and he turned around to face you. "don't stand there n' stare at me, get your ass over here." you walked up the steps, your skirt riding up momentarily, and before you knew it, you were alone with him.

the inside of his house was much nicer than the outside. it has its own modern and dark look. the wood floors creaked under his boots, as he took steps into his kitchen, letting you sit down at the island counter. he poured himself a glass of whiskey, watching you with interest. part of him couldn't believe how easy it was to get you alone with him. "so do you just let anyone into your house?" your plump lips stretched into a small smile, his eyes flickering to your mouth, imagining what it'd be like to fuck your throat. "no, i don't. but you seem dumb enough for me to almost feel bad for ya," he said, taking a sip of his whiskey, smirking when he watched your face fall slightly. "i'm just playin', princess." he reassured. you couldn't help but smile, turning your head away to notice a deer head mounted on the wall in the living room. "is that real?" you asked, and he had to lean over the counter to see what you were looking at. "that? fuck yeah it is, caught it myself."

"so you're a hunter?" you asked, turning your head back to look at him, only to find him already looking at you. "sure am. been doin' it ever since i got outta the military." god, he couldn't help himself, the thought of hunting you down sounded so fucking appealing, his dick twitching in his jeans at the thought. a flicker of interest was apparent in your eyes, and he knew you were going to ask about his experience in that field. "joined when i was twenty, then after i did my time, i moved here n' started hunting. this area has the best woods for hunting. maybe i shoulda brought you out there." he said, taking on a more predatory tone. "for what? are you going to dress me up as a bunny and chase me?" you teased, laughing at the thought, without knowing what was going on in his head. he set down his glass, rounding the counter to come over to where you were sitting. your skirt hiked up your thick thighs, and he leaned his weight onto your thigh, looking at you intensely. "don't tempt me." he added, before pulling away. he took your hand, helping you off the stool and placing his hand on your lower back, guiding you over to his living room. as he sat you down on the couch, he let his legs spread wide as he slumped back into the soft leather. "you're something else... you know that?" he asked, turning to look at you. your lips parted as if you were going to say something, but you let him continue. "other girls your age...they're fuckin' eager to explore themselves n' go around, have sex with just about any guy. same for the guys. but you," he laughed to himself, which sounded mocking. "you look like you don't even know what sex is. but your body looks like it's made for me. you ever gotten fucked before?" he studied you, gauging out your reaction.

your eyes widened from his vulgar language, feeling your skin flush from how crude he was being. "sir...that's not-" before you could finish, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. "i asked you a fuckin question," he said threateningly, his eyes narrowing at you. "i haven't," you admitted, pressing your thighs together. his eyes darted down to your thighs, and a smirk appeared on his face. "you dirty little girl. don't tell me this is turning you on?" when you didn't reply, he chuckled, his grip tightening. "you're disgusting. you like getting manhandled by grown men? is that it? you should be scared, not trying to cover up how wet your pussy's gettin' f'me." he taunted, leaning in closer. you let out a soft whimper, feeling your body growing hotter from his degrading words. you hadn't ever felt like this before, and you didn't expect yourself to enjoy having someone talk to you with so much disdain. "open your mouth," he commanded, spitting into the open cavity. he forced your mouth open again, using his thumb to spread around the saliva in your mouth. "good. you're gonna need all the spit you can get," he said lowly, releasing your hair. he reached down, and your gaze flickered to his thighs, leading up to his crotch where a prominent bulge formed in his jeans. "have you sucked dick before?" he looked at you, unbuckling his belt. "no sir," you bit your lip nervously as you watched his large hands slipping the leather out from the loops. "c'mere," he pulled you closer, tossing a throw pillow onto the ground onto the floor. "kneel down on this, wouldn't wanna bruise your little knees." you sunk onto your knees, your weight resting onto the soft pillow that was enough to cushion your knees from the hard floor. he took your hands, guiding them up his thighs and to his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. you took it as a sign to pull them down, all the way to his ankles. he freed his own cock from his boxers - thick and veiny, the pink tip leaking pre-cum. he pulled you closer, his hand on the back of your head while you pulled his boxers down to his ankles. he took his cock, rubbing the tip against your plump lips. he let out a small groan, watching as you opened your mouth. "that's it, baby, use your tongue." his eyes crinkled at the corner, his lips parted as he felt your wet and warm tongue wrapping itself around his tip, your tongue running along the head and teasing him. he knew it was your first time, so he knew he had to hold back from fucking your throat raw. you started to take him into your mouth, your head bobbing up and down slowly, as you adjusted to the feeling of his cock in your mouth, throbbing and warm. you let out small grunts as he started to thrust up into your mouth, his breathing heavy and uneven. "fuck," he muttered lowly, panting as you started to quicken your pace, your head bobbing up and down. your mouth soaked his cock, and you started to find your own pace, your hand reaching up to grip the base, preparing yourself to deepthroat him. he let out a deep groan when you finally did, his tip deep in your throat as you swallowed down his cock. he let out a big shuddering gasp, "oh fuck, keep doing that." he held your head in place, moaning as he thrusted into your mouth, your saliva dribbling down his length and onto his balls.

"you like sucking cock, don't'cha? you like having me use your mouth?" he taunted, gritting his teeth as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him up deliciously. he knew he was gonna cum soon, and he wasn't gonna hold back. he started to fuck your mouth, watching as your eyes watered from the pressure, and you held back a choke as his tip hit the back of your throat. your hands were on his thighs, squeezing them as his eyes rolled back, emptying himself into your mouth. "shit..." he hissed, pulling your head off. small strings of saliva and cum attached your lips to the pink tip of his cock, and you eagerly licked your own lips, swallowing his cum. he groaned as you licked him clean, his hand tangling in your hair. "atta girl." he stood up abruptly, kicking his pants and boxers off that were gathered around his ankles, forcing you up to your feet.

"i'm gonna eat that sweet little pussy of yours," he grabbed you and forced you into his room, laying you down on your back. he got rid of his own shirt, his muscular body on display. you caught glimpses of even more tattoos on him, but you weren't able to stare for long as he had pulled your top off. "been dyin' to see what's under your clothes," he said, pulling your skirt down. he wasted no time undressing you, unclipping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. his mouth watered at the sight of your bare tits, and he took one nipple into his mouth, while his thumb flicked over the other one. you let out a gasp, the pleasure on your sensitive nipples causing your back to arch. his tongue swirled around your puffy nipple, eyes fluttering closed as he sucked on your tit hungrily, his hand grabbing a hold of the other. he pulled back, taking the other nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. you moaned and writhed beneath him, feeling his tip poke at your clothed pussy. his thumb and forefinger rolled and pulled on your nipple, while his mouth was latching onto your nipple. he pulled back, teasing your nipples with his tongue, loving the sound of your whimpers and moans. he kissed your neck, trailing hot and wet kisses down your body, until he reached your pussy. he pulled the lacey fabric down, exposing your shaven wet pussy to him. he licked his lips, spreading your puffy lips open to get a good look at your glistening folds. "fuck," he let out a low groan, his tongue running up your slit and to your clit. you gasped, watching as he spread your pussy open, lapping at it hungrily. the rough stubble tickled the skin on your inner thigh, your juices coating his mouth and chin. he groaned as he tasted your sweet little pussy, his tongue swirling around your little clit.

he fucking loved the way you moaned, the way your hand reached down to tug at his hair. he loved how your thick, warm thighs would squeeze his head while he lapped at your gushing, virgin pussy. the look of pure bliss on your face was enough to make him cum again, but he wanted more. "get on all fours, right fucking now." his tone of urgency made you listen - and so you flipped over, your pussy sticky and gushy from cumming. you felt his hand push your head down into the mattress, and a finger running along your pussy hole. he removed his hand from your head, using his big veiny hands to spread open your ass, your little hole all puckered. now, keegan hadn't ever felt the urge to eat ass or see why people did - but yours was too fucking perfect for him not to. he leaned in, his stubble tickling your skin as his mouth latched onto your asshole, making you cry out of surprise. his tongue swirled, flicked, and fucked your tight ass, his fingers reaching down to rub your aching clit. and soon enough, you were moaning and begging him for more. "that feels so good sir!" you cried out beneath him, and he smirked while dragging his mouth down back to where your pussy was. "i know baby, keep takin' it like the dirty little girl you are."

he kept on devouring your pussy, until your eyes were rolled back, and your toes were curled, and your hips were lifting off the bed. he loved being the first to do this to you, to corrupt your innocence. you were all his. he laid you back down on your back, laying next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. he kissed you, sensually while his hand made its way down your body, to your seeping pussy. "have ya ever fingered yourself?" he whispered into the kiss, his voice low and smooth. you shook your head no, a small gasp filling his mouth as his thumb found your clit. his ring and middle finger circled around your entrance, and he found it hard to restrain himself as he knew he couldn't be too rough with you, yet. your brows furrowed, your hips lifting slightly as his index finger slid into you, curling up into your pussy. "mmh, feels weird, sir.." you whimpered, not used to having something inside of you. his fingers were much larger and longer than yours in comparison, and he liked that. "my fingers the only fuckin' thing that's ever been inside ya? seems like it, you're squirmin' around from one finger," he smirked, starting to finger your pussy slowly. the feeling of his thumb on your clit made your whimpers turn into soft moans, and he had slipped in another finger without you realizing. his pace started to increase, his other hand rubbing your clit steadily while his fingers moved in and out of you, curling up to hit that sweet gummy spot inside you. you couldn't stop the moans from spilling out, your hips pushing up into his hand. "dirty fuckin' bitch, look atcha, leaking all over my fucking fingers." you moaned again and again, tears forming in your eyes. you felt like you were gonna cum again, but something felt off, it felt like you were about to piss. your tight little pussy squeezed his fingers, making him lean down and kiss your neck. "feels like....i'm gonna pee," you warned, but he didn't give a single fuck. he gave a slap to your pussy, making you let out a small squeak. "a squirter, huh? let's see..." he licked his lips, increasing his pace until he was roughly finger fucking you. he rubbed your clit furiously, making you squirm and cream all over his fingers, and then his eyes widened when you started to squirt all over his fucking fingers, the sound of his fingers pounding into your tight young pussy made him leak cum against your back. you were panting heavily, as he yanked his fingers out of your pussy, and stuffed them into his mouth.

with force he pushed you onto your back, positioning himself in between your legs. he spanked your puffy lips with his meaty cock, eyes flickering with amusement as you squirmed from the sensation on your clit. "i can't...take anymore," you whimpered, squeezing the bed sheets. he roughly grabbed your face, his cock poking through your folds. "you fuckin will, i'll make this pussy mine even if it fuckin' breaks ya," he seethed, slowly sinking his cock inside of you. he let out a small grunt, feeling your virgin pussy stretching open from how big his cock was. you started to gasp and writhe, and he slowed down just a little bit. "fuck, you're fuckin' tight, ain't'cha?"

your head rolled to the side, trying to fit his dick into your young little pussy, and you let out small gasps and grunts. "please sir..." he grabbed a hold of one of your tits, slapping it and squeezing. "please what? look how your pussy's droolin' all over my cock, you're so fuckin' dirty, you know that?" he pushed your legs up to your chest, squeezing your thighs until your pussy finally sucked him in. he let out a low groan, starting to fuck you slowly and passionately. "sir, i feel so full!" you cried out, tearing up while his cock filled up your pussy. "please, don't stop," you moaned, looking up at him as he planted his hands on either side of you, rutting into your pussy, a groan leaving his mouth as he felt you squeeze around him. with a sudden movement, he grabbed you by the throat, and started pounding into you mercilessly, making you scream and shake under. "that's it baby, take my fuckin' cock, you like getting fucked by an older man, huh?" he smacked your tit, fingers digging into your throat. "i could be your fuckin' daddy, say it, say im your daddy," he planted his cock deep inside of you, his tip itching that gummy spot inside you, that spot that made you go completely dumb. "y-you're my daddy," tears leaked down your face from pure bliss, as he continued to stuff you full of his cock. "good fuckin' girl, fuck, you're gonna make me cum, princess." he was an animal, pounding into you so hard that you wondered if you were actually going to break, his mouth was latched onto your nipple, sucking hard while he buried himself inside of you.

he groaned, flipping you onto your stomach. he spread your legs roughly, his cock finding it's place inside you again. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to look him in the eyes. he slapped and groped your tits again, feeling your pussy flutter around his cock. he smacked your ass hard, grabbing a cheek as he pounded into you, a mixture of your cum and juices making strings of cum stick to him. the room was filled with the sounds of your pussy sucking in his cock, squeezing around him until you were a mess, crying hard as you reached your third orgasm, cumming all over his cock. "makin' a mess all over me, don't worry, i'll make ya clean it up." he hissed, fucking you twice as hard as his cock throbbed inside of you, eyes rolling back while filling your pussy up with his cum. he pulled out, slapping his cum-coated cock onto your weeping pussy. you cried out, trying to close your legs. "open your mouth, you dirty bitch," he crawled up to you, shoving his cock into your mouth. his eyes rolled back again as you sucked his cock clean, and he pulled out, roughly holding your face. "if i catch you walkin' around like a little fuckin bimbo again, best believe i'll fuck you so hard ya won't even be able to walk." he released your face, stepping back to find his clothes. "yes sir," you replied weakly, sitting up and feeling sticky. he smirked at that, stopping you from leaving his room. "bathroom's right there, go on, take a shower n' i'll get you your clothes." he leaned down, and kissed your lips again, his hands running up your body. "my pretty little girl. you're mine to fuck, to break, to do anything with anytime i please."

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authors note: sorry I've been gone a while :( i've always loved cod men but i haven't been confident enough to really write about them, so yeahhh... more of them will be coming soon. and I'm sorry but I had to delete my old posts, I just don't like those characters and now I'm starting to lean towards characters that I actually like. (ghostface, Keegan, ghost, könig, so much more...)

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[urlonelystarrr]

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

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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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ultraviolence

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance

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

TAGS/WARNINGS → descriptions of corpses, blood, death, angst, crime scenes

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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you could never get used to the smell of rotting flesh. the scent was overbearing, a particular smell that could only be compared to meat gone bad in your fridge. the scent was much stronger than expired meat, however you managed to push through it. crime scene after crime scene, they each had their own story to tell. and even though your sharp detective skills could figure out what happened, this case seemed to throw you off balance.

androids were something you were unfamiliar with. so far you've only dealt with human on human crimes, but never human and android. as you stepped into the rotting house, the first thing you noticed were the words "I AM ALIVE" written in the victims blood on the wall, right above where said victim laid. the smell lingered in the air, so much that whenever you went home you'd wash your clothes twice with the fear of that smell seeping into your clothing. the victims home was cluttered and messy, expected as nobody had been taking care of the home for weeks. as you examined the living area, you noticed blood leading into the kitchen. following the trail, it stopped in front of the flipped over table, which indicated that there has been a struggle between the victim and the android. there was always more to the story other than the android going rogue all of a sudden and attacking it's owner, and even the thought of a person owning someone who has a conscious didn't sit right with you.

that being said, it led you back to where you started: I AM ALIVE. the words repeated in your head like a broken record. you had an idea of what it meant. maybe the android wanted to tell people that they aren't just machines, that they're more than just wires and whatever else they were made of. the sound of the front door opening caught your attention, and you were met with lieutenant anderson's face along with someone you didn't recognize.

"jesus that smell!" the lieutenant's face scrunched up into that of disgust, before officer collins gave him a short briefing on what had happened. the person that he was with was an android, judging by his LED that circled amber as he analyzed the scene. "you'll get used to it," you replied to hank, to which he shook his head. you looked over to his partner, holding your hand out for him to shake. "hello. my name is y/n," you smiled. he shook your hand, "my name is connor." ah, so that was his name. hank didn't seem too pleased with his partner as he rolled his eyes, walking away with another officer, leaving you two alone. connor squat down in front of the corpse, his LED circling amber once again as he scanned the body. "he was stabbed 28 times," he said, standing up. "yeah, seems like whoever did this was tired of him." you commented before heading into the kitchen with the android. you didn't know what he was looking at, but his eyes were trained on the floor, despite nothing being there. "what are you looking at?" you asked him, stopping shortly once he stood between the table and the sink. "thirium. you call it 'blue blood'. it's the fluid that powers androids biocomponents." well, the more you know. "so...humans can't see it but you can?"

"correct." he looked over to you, before walking off to the backyard. there were some parts you had yet to explore, so you went down the hall and made a right into a small but cluttered bathroom. pulling back the shower curtain was slightly ominous, as if you expected the android to jump out at you. but what you saw was more intriguing. ra9 was written on the wall multiple times, along with a statuette in the middle of the shower floor. "could it be some type of religious offering?" connor's voice said behind you, making you jump from his sudden appearance. "how long have you been standing there?" you asked, and you noticed his eyes were looking at your chest. "not very long. your heart is racing," he commented. "because you scared me," you rolled your eyes, before turning around to pick up the statue. "anyway, i think it could be a religious offering like you said, judging by the phrase written on the wall a thousand times, it could be an offering to whoever ra9 is." intrigued by your analysis, he noticed something strange. a trail of thirium, coming from the kitchen and stopping right in front of the shower. then, leading to the attic. "think he's up there?" not many people used pronouns when referring to androids, most of them said "it" rather than calling them he or she. it was the first cop he'd heard use that. "only one way to find out."

grabbing a chair for him, he thanked you before going up the attic. you'd be scared shitless, though androids didn't necessarily have emotions. connor probably felt the same as he did when he showed up. hank came over once he noticed connor was up there for too long, shouting for him. "connor! the fuck are you doing up there?!"

connor replied quickly. "it's here, lieutenant!" shit. the two of you ran to grab the attention of the other officers.

everything was moved to the station. you, connor, gavin and chris watched as hank tried interrogating the suspect. to no avail, he came back shortly after, until connor offered to question him. gavin laughed, making you cock your brow at him. "what's funny? connor has a better chance at getting answers than any of us. he knows more about deviants than we do," you crossed your arms, making gavin scoff and ignore you. connor looked at you with an unrecognizable emotion, before heading into the room.

there was no doubt that he would be successful, as the suspect confessed that he did in fact murder carlos ortiz, and claimed self defense. physical evidence showed clear signs of abuse - burn marks stretching over a year old, and so on. you honestly pitied him. maybe that's why you came to the cell he was being held in, keeping your distance to avoid causing unwanted stress. he barely looked up as you tried to get his attention. "i believe you," you started off, until he cut you off. "it doesn't matter. i'm going to get shut down." his broken voice tore your heart apart, and you didn't want to make any promises that he'd be kept alive. but you also couldn't sit there and do nothing.

"i'm going to try to convince them not to shut you off. carlos attacked you first, but in detroit law your act of self defense was deemed excessive- which is why they're treating this as homicide. i really do feel for you, i don't want your abuse to be the only memory you have of this life."

he looked up at you with a pained expression, as if he believed what you were saying wasn't true. as if you were trying to lure him into a trap. he didn't say anything, and went back over to the wall where he continued carving something into. you noticed his cuffs were still on. his head turned upon hearing the door slide open, and he backed up to the corner with his hands raised, which made you stop in your tracks. "can i remove the cuffs?" your voice was gentle, and you spoke as if you were speaking to a frightened child. he placed his hands in front of you, visibly shaking as you gently pried them off.

the moment he was brought to the station, he'd been treated inhumane. the officers shoved him around, holding him down to place cuffs on him in the interrogation room, and even when he was trying to leave the room, they were rough. not you though. from the moment you saw him, you didn't look at him with judgement. he felt like he could trust you, the only problem was that he didn't want to. even as your fingers gently brushed his wrists to remove the cuffs, he didn't want to feel comforted by your calming nature. your eyes were trained on his damaged forearm, guilt swallowing you whole as you looked at him. tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to hold in the sympathy you felt for the android. you didn't know why you felt so strongly- this was unusual. he noticed your eyes watering and felt a little more trust. "you don't deserve this," you said, your voice wavering. "i'm going to try to get you better, okay?" you looked up at him, your hands holding his. the trembling stopped. he nodded, prompting you to exit the cell, leaving him alone.

locking yourself in the restroom, you took deep breaths in order to calm yourself. the moment you stepped out, the sound of multiple officers shouting caught your attention.

you quickly ran to the source, skin prickled with goosebumps as you heard a thudding sound. the sight of thirium splattered onto the clear cell door made you cry out, pushing past officers to stop the deviant from self destruction. you immediately put your hand in between his forehead and the glass. "stop it!" you yelled, pulling him away gently, where he laid in your lap, thirium leaking onto your clothes. you covered the wound on his head with your hand, tears leaking down your face as he died in your arms.

"you know what they're going to do to me," he said to you, the words not being loud enough for any officer except for you. you clutched him harder, watching as he gave a small smile before laying still in your arms.

"are you alright, detective?" connor asked you, noticing the thirium all over your clothes, and your reddened eyes. "i don't understand. it's our job to protect people, not let these things happen to them." you sat on top of your desk, your head turning to look at the android being carried into the archive room. they didn't even see him as a dead body. just evidence to be hung up on the wall. something twisted in your gut.

"it's not a person. it's a machine," he corrected, rather machine-like. you sniffled, "he was more than that. you're more than that- all of you."

he titled his head, something he did often. he was going to say something before hank cut him off. "it's dead...that's for sure." your head hung low, eyes trained on the ground as everything around you faded. any noise was drowned out by the vicious thoughts in your head, the guilt clawing up your throat. you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

when you came into the office the next morning, you noticed a certain android sitting in the lieutenant's seat. "good morning," you greeted connor. his presence indicated that he was going to be here for a while, until everything would clear up. you doubted it would ever clear up, though having connor around for a while didn't seem too bad. "good morning detective. do you know what time lieutenant anderson arrives?" he asked, tilting his head. you didn't know if there were any other rk units, but you wondered if all of them were this cute. "usually around noon. I don't think he'll be coming anytime soon though," you bit your lip. "thank you." he replied, standing up to walk elsewhere, until you stopped him. "would you like me to show you around? maybe it's best if we get to know each other," you said warmly.

he smiled and nodded, following as you showed him around the police department. you stopped in front of the archive room, explaining to him what was in there, even though he probably already knew. "most cops here are very anti-android, so please be careful. speaking of which..." you muttered the last part under your breath as gavin entered the break room, immediately looking over at the much taller figure standing next to you as you made a cup of coffee. "huh, looks like plastic detective's back in town," he sneered. you grit your teeth, shooting him a glare. "hello. my name is connor," he greeted. he gave an amused look at his partner, who shared the same look as gavin came closer to the rk model. "I don't give a shit what your name is. you might've gotten lucky last night, but I'm warning you. stay outta my way," he poked a finger into his chest, his gaze sharp and full of anger. you stepped in between the two, causing gavin to stumble slightly as you gripped his finger and threw his arm back to him. "we get it. you're insecure. move along now, surely you have more work to do other than lounging in the break room all day." he scowled, about to press you when fowler shouted gavin's name from the bullpen. "you're fuckin' lucky fowler called me in when he did," he said, not before shoulder checking you as he walked out.

you groaned, running a hand through your hair. "are you alright detective?" connor asked again. "i should be asking you that. i'm sorry about him." you apologized, squeezing his arm gently.

the sensation lingered on his arm, even as he searched for the missing ax400. "connor! jesus, i'm talking to you. you ran outta batteries or what?" hank yelled, after calling connor's name for the last few minutes. "i'm sorry lieutenant. i was making a report to cyber life," he lied. hank scoffed, continuing to search the motel.

it had been a couple of months since the revolution, led by markus and a group of androids. connor had fully deviated, and with the new android laws he was allowed to remain working at the dpd. since then, the two of you had gotten closer. you saw more and more of connor's personality after working with him for so long. you'd be lying if you said you didn't have any feelings for the android. sure, it was dumb, and also forbidden. you doubted he shared any of the same feelings, though a part of you wished he'd reciprocate them.

he found it strange your heart rate would increase whenever he was around you. you hadn't done that before. he also sensed that your body temperature would increase if he got too close, and all of this analysis only confused him more. his relationship with the lieutenant has improved greatly, as well as yours.

the three of you hung out after work, frequently at a bar. you didn't drink, so it was mostly you and connor babysitting a very drunk hank.

with more and more cases involving androids pouring in, you were being overworked. you didn't have a partner, but if you needed help connor would offer to help you when he was available. even so, you couldn't rely on him when he already had his hands full. the only problem was that there was nobody else working these cases that would be your partner. despite gavin being anti android and still working in these cases, you'd rather get paralyzed from the waist down than work with him.

fowler noticed inconsistencies in your work recently, which was why he was shouting your name from across the bullpen to call you into his see through office. "look, i know you've got a lot on your hands. but i can't keep letting you slide. your work has been inconsistent l/n." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "you've gotta give me some time- i've been staying past office hours trying to finish everything. if I had a partner i'd be getting a lot more work done and solved." you explained.

he sighed, "alright. I'll see what I can do. just- in the meantime, will you please focus on your work?" you nodded, standing up before leaving his office.

it actually didn't take you too long before you had a partner. "cyberlife was generous enough to give me one of the most advanced androids in their possession, an rk900. now, i expect you to give me quality reports, and to solve your cases." you thanked him, before leaving his office and returning to your desk. hank and connor were out on a mission, otherwise you'd be telling them first. you waited at your desk, browsing some files when you felt the presence of somebody behind you. you swiveled your chair around to see an exact replica of connor, with a few different features. besides his white pristine jacket, you noticed his eyes were grey instead of brown. he looked much more intimidating than his counterpart. and he might've even been taller, though it was hard to judge considering you were sitting down.

"you're detective l/n, correct?" even the way he talked was different. his voice was similar to his predecessor, however there was something that distinguished him and the rk800. he sounded more authoritative in a way. "yes, you must be my partner?" you stood up to shake his hand, which he stared at for a few seconds before lifting up his own. his grip was strong, you noted. "yes. it would be best to get to work right away. is there a desk anywhere?"

you nodded, pointing to the vacant desk in front of you. he sat down, being quick to work as he browsed the many cases that you had. you saw his LED circle amber, indicating he was analyzing all of the current information. "do you have a name?" you asked, making eye contact with him before looking away. "no." well, he was very direct. "we should give you one," you suggested. he stared at you before responding vaguely, "i don't see how this relates to the investigation." you shrugged, "well, it would be more efficient to call out something other than your model number, in case of an emergency." a look flashed in his eye before he responded quickly, as if he expected you to say that. "there won't be any emergencies as long as you're with me."

you were caught off guard, and he knew it. from that look of amusement on his face, you reacted just as he expected. your skin flushed as you looked away, trying to hide your flustered state. did he even know how that sounded to humans? "that's sweet." you replied. "i didn't intend for it to be."

what was his problem? you ignored his comment and stood up, coming over to his side of the desk. "can you find the most recent case involving an attack with an android for me?" you asked, leaning over him slightly. his eyes avoided looking at your cleavage that was exposed, and he fought the urge to point out your violation of dress code. "did you need to stand up to tell me this?" he asked, before searching for a file. you chuckled a little bit, amused by his strange sense of humor. even if it didn't mean to come off as humorous, you still found it funny. your computer chimed with the case file, and you browsed it before grabbing your coat. "i think this will be a good start to our investigation," you said, grabbing your keys as well. he followed you to the parking lot, waiting for you expectantly as you forgot to unlock the passenger door. "oops, sorry," you unlocked the passenger side, waiting until he was fully inside before driving off.

"julia nichols, the wife of anthony nichols reported that her android had killed her husband before disappearing," you went over briefly. "i know." rk900 replied, looking over at you for a moment before turning his head back to the road. "right, you're the one who gave me the file," you said in defeat.

the two of you arrived at the scene shortly after other officers started to show up, and immediately you could tell something was off.

"her story isn't adding up," you said to rk900 as he analyzed the shared bedroom. "i agree. there's information that she's hiding from us. her heart rate spikes up and so does her body temperature." he said as if it was the most normal thing ever. the way you looked at him was proof that humans would never be able to surpass their greatest creation. the rk900 looked around more, peering into the closet to find a wooden box, with the outline of a hunting knife that appeared to be missing. "that's strange," you commented, before interjecting with another random thought that came to mind.

"does that mean you can see my heart rate too?" your curiosity and fascination with something so ordinary to him definitely fueled his ego a little bit. "yes." he stepped closer until he was two feet away from you. "i can see everything," he leaned down just enough for you to be eye to eye with him. the increased heart rate told him all he needed to know, and he left the room, leaving you speechless.

you tried to ignore whatever that was earlier by inspecting the gruesome crime scene. the pictures were always different in comparison to real life. seeing an image versus the actual remains of a human was a drastic change.

the murder took place a few hours or so ago, leaving a 15 minute time gap between the wife's distressed 911 call, and the amount of time it took for officers to respond to the call. judging by the blood splatter patterns, the android would've been seen with blood all over her clothing. unlike humans, androids don't feel pain. despite not being susceptible to damage, the android would most likely have a part of their hand damaged because of the amount of force needed to tear through tissue and muscles. it would definitely leave an injury.

with this information in mind, you were quick to note the slight injury on the wife's right hand.

you didn't believe a word she said. however, you played it off like you believed her and that she wasn't the main suspect. rk900 scanned the husbands corpse that was laid out on the kitchen floor. there was a key detail that any other officer would miss out on, not because they weren't observant enough, but because they weren't an android. rk900 found traces of thirium on the kitchen sink. what looked like fingers gripping onto the counter, and a splatter that was across from the fingers, with little droplets leading him into the basement of the home. he stood in front of the door, about to head downstairs when he felt you behind him. "don't go down there. i have a bad feeling about it," you gripped his wrist, stopping him from moving any further. "you underestimate me, detective. i'm rk900, the most advanced android ever made. if i couldn't handle a human, what kind of detective would i be?" he tugged his hand free from your grip, which didn't take much effort at all. you swallowed nervously as he headed down the steps, following after him. he stopped in his tracks when he felt your weight on the steps behind him. "i advise you not to stand in my way. i can handle this myself," he said, staring at you like you were some child interfering with adult business. you held your tongue, and retreated upstairs to look for anything else.

rk900 didn't bring up the fact that he saw blue blood in the kitchen. not only did that raise suspicion, but it also kept valuable information from you.

you examined the kitchen once more, coming over to where the husband laid, lifeless. you noticed that the knife in question that he was stabbed with was nowhere to be found. even the officers that first responded to the scene said that they hadn't found the weapon. the wife also stated that she did not see where the weapon landed, only when it was being used. but that didn't make sense, why would the android run off with the murder weapon if they knew there wouldn't be any fingerprints?

"excuse me, miss nichols? were you able to tell what type of knife it was?" you asked the wife who had come back inside after being questioned. "it was a kitchen knife." she replied coolly. which was strange, considering the circumstances. a chill ran up your spine as you realized you made a grave mistake. "none of the knives are missing except for your husband's hunting knife," you said.

as rk900 analyzed the basement for any more traces of blue blood, he stumbled upon a container filled with blue blood, next to a black garbage bag that contained a heavy smell. he scanned it, then again, and again to make sure what he was seeing was correct. the blood in the container belonged to the hk400, and it matched the same sample from the kitchen. he pried open the bag, only to see a faint blue light humming, and then the hk200's dismembered corpse inside.

the woman paused, looking at you before lunging at you with the said knife. "shit! nines!" you yelled, trying to gather the android's attention while trying to keep yourself alive. you slipped on the blood, causing you to hit your head on the tiled floors of the kitchen, and she was on top of you in an instant. you fought with her, knocking down chairs to gather the attention of anybody. she managed to cut your arm, staining your white blouse with red, but you managed to switch positions until you were the one on top. using your forearm, you held her down by the chest while using your free hand to slam the knife out of her own. "fuck. nines!" you yelled again, relief flooding your body as footsteps rushed up the stairs, and rk900 was quick to enter the scene. while you were distracted, she was able to grab the knife and cut your stomach, but you were quick and held the blade before it could fully penetrate. he kicked the knife out of her hands, quick to point his gun while you held her down. "don't move or I'll shoot!" he raised his voice slightly, kneeling down to reach into your holster to grab your handcuffs. it felt weird having his fingers shove themselves into your belt, but you tried not to focus on the rough brush of his knuckles so close to you.

she was quickly apprehended by your partner, immediately being sat in the back of a police car. you sat on the floor with your back against a few cupboards, your hand clutching your stomach. you looked like a bloody mess. your arm was stained red, your abdomen leaked red all over your blouse, and your hand was drenched in a mixture of your own blood and the victims.

rk900 rushed to your side, scanning your body to see what injuries you had. thankfully none of them were fatal, but this still was a drawback on his end. "you okay?" you asked, despite being the one bleeding out. "i told you, i can handle myself." you nodded, "so what did you find in the basement?"

he sighed, or gave an equivalent to that. "you need medical attention before we can discuss the details," he held his hand firmly against your abdomen, adding the correct pressure that was needed to stop the bleeding. you winced, gritting your teeth at the burning sensation. you didn't say anything, the two of you waited in silence as an ambulance rushed to the home.

it wasn't a part of his mission to follow you to the hospital, but he did anyway. you had left your keys on the floor, which he picked up and cleaned before using your car to follow the ambulance.

after you were all bandaged up, you headed to the front desk where you signed out. you turned around, seeing the familiar pristine white jacket of the rk900, sitting in the wait room. he sat with his hands in his lap, and it was oddly cute seeing someone so intimidating look so small. as he stood up, you were quickly reminded that he wasn't cute and tiny. "why are you here?" you asked with a smug look on your face. "to return your keys," he replied. you chuckled, "sure. well, let's get out of here," you had walked to the parking lot, waiting for him to lead the way as you had no idea where he parked. "give me the keys," you said. "no. that would be a hazard for both of us. i'm driving," he said as he sat gracefully in the driver's seat. you wondered if you looked that good getting into your car.

"now that I've gotten medical attention, what did you end up finding in the basement?" you asked, looking over at the android who was driving even faster than you. "the missing hk200. it was dismembered and thrown into a garbage bag. next to it was a pitcher of its blood." you grimaced, "so it didn't run away after all. the wife definitely killed her husband and framed the android, but why? I mean why kill someone you were married to?" the android went silent for a moment, before telling you something that definitely would've helped. "I didn't mention this to you because I thought it wasn't relevant information, but when we were inside the room, I found his phone and saw evidence of him having an affair. that could've been a reason why she did it."

you froze, staring at him with a mixture of anger and hopelessness. "why would you keep that from me? even if it doesn't seem useful at the moment, you could've told me." you looked angry but you didn't sound angry. there was something in your tone that sounded like despair. you didn't underestimate his abilities when it came to defending himself, you just didn't want him to put himself into dangerous situations just because he can. in a way you were looking out for him without looking out for yourself. now wasn't the right time to say you were worried when you ended up proving him right; you were in his way. "I'm sorry, detective. I should also bring up that I found traces of blue blood in the kitchen." his tone was different from before. it sounded like he almost regretted his actions. you stayed silent this time. he underestimated your abilities, not because he was looking out for you but because you were weaker than him. that only would interfere with his work. it made you sad to say the least.

you dreaded reporting back to fowler, knowing he'd take rk900's side on this and probably fire you for letting the situation get out of control. you dreaded hearing what he'd have to say. you knew this was your fault, a loss on your end, only proving that you weren't good enough to be a detective. you sat across from Fowler, already sensing his anger and disappointment. rk900 stood behind you with his hands clasped behind his back, his face devoid of any emotion as he watched Fowler start to yell at you. "I give you one of the most advanced partners you can have, and you come back like this?! it doesn't matter that you solved the case! you let the situation get out of control. if I have to tell you to tighten the hell up again, then you're out of my office l/n. be like your partner."

rk900 looked down at you as you avoided meeting anyone's gaze. he didn't want to admit it, but he felt partly responsible for withholding information that could've given you a better outcome. you sat at your desk, avoiding his gaze as you typed away on your computer. the blood was still there on your shirt. you tried to cover it with your coat, but it was useless. the amount of blood on you made him feel guilty. if he just told you what he found, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. he was about to say something when you stood up, and excused yourself. he saw you talking to Connor, making eye contact with the rk800 before he went back to his conversation with you. were you complaining about him to his counterpart? the thought of that angered him, but he remained calm as he didn't know what you were saying. you left to the bathroom, while his predecessor came towards his desk.

"you're partners now," he said. rk900 didn't reply, he just looked at Connor until he said something else. "what's surprising is that she's not mad at you. she feels the opposite, that you're mad at her," he explained. rk900 stood up, looking over to the bathrooms where you were in. "that wasn't my intention-"

"then fix it." Connor said, walking back to his desk. his LED flashed red briefly, before returning to the steady blue it always was. he hated seeing you hurt. he was worried his counterpart would be too careless. sometimes he wished he could be your partner, in a work sense but also in another way he couldn't define. he wouldn't let you get injured like that. he just hoped rk900 would recognize his mistake.

it seemed like crying at work started to become a habit of yours as this was the second time you've done it. you didn't know what to do. you felt like you didn't belong here. since your first day, you've felt out of place. and now, the feeling came on worse than before. when fowler yelled at you to be more like your partner, suddenly it felt like your mom comparing you to a classmate that you could never be like. working here reminded you of when you were a kid, when you came home crying wondering why nobody wanted to play with you. was it always going to be like this? your tears ran down the drain again, and you wiped your eyes and blew your nose before trying to go back out again.

someone entering the restroom quickly made you pretend as if nothing was wrong, but when you met those same grey eyes in the mirror, you couldn't help but to lower your head.

"when you were calling me for help, you called me 'nines'. is that correct?" he asked you. your brows furrowed as you tried to piece what he was trying to allude to. "yes, is it okay if I can call you that?" you said, turning around only to find him closer than you anticipated. "mhm," he said lowly, "i like it. you can call me nines from now on." the corners of your mouth upturned slightly as you said it out loud once more. "I like it too."

he didn't know how to apologize without making it sound like connor told him everything. "I should have been more...efficient. I should have told you the information I found instead of keeping it to myself." you smiled a little bit at him, before remembering what he had told you. "it's okay nines. i never underestimated you, i just...didn't want you to put yourself in danger." unfortunately, he couldn't say the same. the words were clogged in his artificial throat as he tried to gather a correct response. but the look in your face told him that you already knew. "i know nines. if you feel that I stand in your way, don't be afraid to ask for a replace-"

"no." the word was out before he could even think about it. it caught both of you off guard, but he was quick to correct himself. "I apologize for what I said in the basement. if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have found the culprit. I regret what I said, I hope we can move past this and become better partners." you would've started crying again, but you felt too happy to even consider it. "I hope we can move past this too. after all, you are my partner," you smiled, patting his arm.

the police department wasn't bustling with police officers as many of them had gone home, which was something you were thankful for as nobody would question why you just walked out of the same bathroom with your male partner. just imagine the rumors. connor was glad to see you smiling again, and came over before he and hank left home. "are you heading home?" you asked the brown eyed rk unit. after being with nines all day, you missed connor. "yes. i hope that you get well soon, detective." he scanned you one last time, just to make sure that you were alright. "I will be. take care of yourself connor," you smiled before hugging the android goodnight. if anyone else was here, there would be rumors of you fucking both the rk models. you hadn't hugged him before, but it was definitely something he'd get used to. his arms wrapped around your waist gently, not to hurt you. he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sensors going haywire from the warmth surrounding his body. as well as the smell of you, and your hands rubbing his lower back. if he could get goosebumps he probably would have them right now, as the feeling was similar. nines watched your interaction with curiosity. he had access to connor 's memories but never found anything intimate, or anything to suggest the two of you had a relationship outside of work. he must have been very close to you, as your body went from being tensed to completely relaxed.

after connor had left and you made some final reports about the case, it was time for you to go home. you stretched your back, wincing when you felt your injury move underneath the bandage. "are you alright, detective?" nines asked. you smiled, despite them being two different people with different personalities, there were some things they did that mimicked one another. "I am. I think I'm done for the night." you stood up, and grabbed your coat. nines did the same, though he didn't need to grab anything except for his keys. "nines?" you called out, looking over to him only to find he was already looking at you. "yes?"

"are you comfortable with me hugging you?" it was strange. you seemed confident hugging connor but you looked shy when asking him. it made him feel a way he couldn't describe. despite being deviant, these emotions were still new to him, as connor had time to adapt to these new feelings, he didn't have much of an experience. he paused for a second, before nodding his head. you wrapped your arms around his abdomen, your hands rubbing the same lower portion of his back that you did when you hugged connor. reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you, his sensors taking in the sensation crawling up his spine. since deviation, he was able to feel more things for some reason. that meant his pleasure receptors were stronger than they'd be if he was just in his program, but right now he felt something he'd never felt before. it was a good feeling, to be wrapped with a warm pressure. now he understood why humans loved hugging each other.

you pulled away to his distaste, walking out with him to your car. you didn't know what you just started, but you knew it would be tough to handle your feelings for both of the androids.

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a/n: before you ask, yes there will be a part two. I'm not sure how long this might continue, but it depends on how many people will enjoy it. I know the majority of my followers aren't a part of this fan base, but I hope it reaches the right audience ♡

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh rk800 #rk800 x reader #rk900 x reader #nines x reader #nines rk900 #dbh nines #rk800 x you #reader insert #dbh #dbh connor #dbh fandom #dbh rk900

[urlonelystarrr]

SCREAM FOR ME

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut, romance

SYNOPSIS → you're home alone, and bored. what better way to spend your time flirting with a serial killer?

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+, stalking, mentions of murder, knife play, overstimulation, dominant!ghostface, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral sex, throat fucking, rough sex, slapping, choking.

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The killings that had been going on recently were enough to make anybody a little paranoid. Especially you, sweet teen girl that was home alone. In the midst of the night you found yourself sitting on the couch in your living room, watching your favorite shows. Maybe everyone was a little paranoid, but nobody thought it would happen to them. 'It won't be me,' they think, until the phone's ringing and there's a masked killer behind them. You might've been one of those people. All the doors are locked, you assured yourself. The phone is right next to you in case you needed to call anyone. You could easily run into the kitchen to grab a weapon if needed. You felt secure.

But maybe it was the plain and simple fact that almost everyone knew of him, but didn't know about him that made this killer so terrifying. He could be lurking anywhere, at any time. And you wouldn't know it until it's too late. Even if you had top notch security, there was no 100% guarantee that you'd be spared.

You worried when the home phone started ringing next to you. Reluctantly, you picked it up. "Hey honey, is everything alright? I'm just checking up on you," your mom says. You smile, with a weight lifted off your chest you reply back, "I'm okay. I'm just watching TV. I'll call you if I need anything, bye, i love you."

You fidgeted with a strand of your hair, with your bottom lip tucked under those pearly whites while watching a show on TV. Any other noise was drowned out by the TV, so you jumped a little when hearing the phone ring again. "Mom?"

"I'm not your mom."

That voice wasn't recognizable. It was deep, and a bit raspy. You figured they had the wrong number. And if they didn't, it was one of those stupid boys from school trying to scare you.

"I think you have the wrong number, unless you're someone I know..?" You fidget around with the cord, wondering who it could've been on the other line. His voice was attractive, though you couldn't recognize it anywhere.

"I don't. You may or may not know me. But I know who you are." He replies back. You scoff, "you know me?" You twirl another strand of hair in between your fingers. You weren't taking this seriously.

"Mhm. You've got a pretty face, and mouth. You've got a lot of ass too." You pause, truthfully you didn't know what to say. In a weird way, you felt flattered. You tried to ignore your pussy throbbing in your panties. Truth be told, you hadn't had dick in a while. And needless to say, he didn't sound like anybody you knew. What's the harm in teasing him a bit?

"Cat got your tongue?" He asks tauntingly, almost mocking you for staying silent. "No, sorry. Um, thank you. I just wish I knew who you were, though." You're intrigued by him. He said you may or may not know him, but you can't ever recall hearing his voice. It couldn't have been a prank, could it?

"Don't worry about who I am. You should worry more about your kitchen door being unlocked." You smile, not thinking your kitchen door would actually be unlocked. You didn't bother to check. "Is it? Well why don't you come in and I'll show you what my pretty mouth can do?"

On the other line, he's trying hard not to blow his cover, and take you up on that offer. It wasn't the right time. You obviously weren't taking him serious, but he will admit, he'd never gotten a response like this from anybody. It was a definite turn on. "You think I'm kidding, sweetheart? Why don't you take a look before I take you up on that offer?"

You freeze in place. Your heart rate begins to pick up as you turn your head into the kitchen, seeing the lock faced sideways instead of upwards. What? How could he have known? You weren't so sure about his intentions. You thought it was just harmless flirting, and unfortunate for you, you actually liked talking to him.

You can hear him chuckle on the other end. "Don't look so afraid. You were so ready to suck my dick seconds ago, where's the whore at now?"

"How did you know?" You start to become paranoid at the fact that this might not even be some random guy calling just to flirt. It could be a psycho killer out to get you. But you didn't even consider that when you were twirling your hair at his compliment.

"I know a lot baby. I know that you're home alone, and that you're sitting on your couch in nothing but panties and a shirt," he tsks, "it's almost like you want me to come in there and fuck you." The look of fear on your face was a huge turn on.

"What do you want from me?" You ask. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you clutch the phone tighter knowing that he could fucking see you right now.

"You're seriously asking me that?" God, what a sarcastic killer.

"Do you want to kill me?" You ask with a shaky breath. Your worry only increases when you hear the lack of response coming from the other end.

"Only if you want me to baby."

You were afraid, truthfully part of you wanted him to come in through that door. You didn't know what the fuck to do.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you're afraid of me. Let me hear your voice," he says. "I'm still here..," you bite your lip debating what to say. If some dick costed you your life, well that's on you. "But part of me wants to get up and let you in myself," you sigh, squeezing your thighs together just for some friction.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you try to guess where I'm at? If you guess right...I'll be nice." You perk up at this. Though, what did he mean by nice?

"And what if I guess wrong?" You stand up, and head to your kitchen to peer outside the window.

"Then you'll find out for yourself, won't you sweetheart?" His voice was like silk, almost purring into your ear.

Looking at the kitchen door makes you wonder, if he really was there, then what? You bite your lip anxiously. You didn't realize you'd been doing it a lot since you've gotten on the phone. "Are you by my kitchen?" You open the door just enough to peek out. Nothing but the still night.

"Nope. Try again." Oh, so you had another chance. You look around your house, would he be by the patio? Or the front door? Or maybe the garage door? The possibilities were endless. He had to have been somewhere where he could see you fully. The patio was the only option, but he could have moved. "You really like leaving me wondering, don't you? Are you by the patio?" You go there, flick the lights on to see nothing. Your heart begins to sink, but with a little thrill.

"I do. I wanna see your face fall when you realize I've been behind you this whole time."

You whip around immediately, only to see nothing. You huff out of frustration, only to let out a scream when you're grabbed by your shoulders. It's him. Clad in black, the same Halloween mask you've been seeing around. It was him.

Your brain completely ignored the fact that he was a serial killer that murdered two students in cold blood. That he was capable of doing such things without a drop of shame. You completely overlooked that, because you're too busy focused on him in front of you now. He was a lot taller than you, and even through his disguise you could tell that he was well built.

"You got it wrong. Guess I won't have to be nice," he says before shoving you onto the couch. He quickly straddles you, his gloved hands reaching to grope your breasts. You shudder under his touch, lust burning in your eyes as you feel him touch all over you.

His hands crawl underneath your shirt, slowly rising the fabric to show your stomach, then the smallest peek of your bare tits. "Cute piercing," he comments on the jewelry adorning your belly button. Something digs into the skin of your thigh, it's hard, but you know it's not his dick.

You gasp when his hand forces you down by the throat, making you hold onto his wrist with both of your hands. He slaps them away, then reaches to the holster on his thigh that holds his beloved hunter knife. Oh, so that's what it was. He smiles under the mask feeling your pulse beat faster underneath his fingertips, but he shushes you, and reassures you that he wouldn't kill you, unless you make him.

The tip of his knife pokes your chin, and he digs it into your skin lightly just to picture what you'd look like with your neck slit open. "You really are prettier in person," he says, edging the tip of his knife from your chin down to your belly. His knife flicks up the bottom of your shirt, and in one swift motion, he cuts your shirt open. If he didn't have his mask on, he'd kiss you all over. You shudder feeling the cool blade against your hot skin, dragging down your body until the tip meets your panty line. "Am I?"

"Mhm." He drags the knife up your belly again, the tip just pricking you ever so slightly. "When I first saw you, I wanted to know what your guts would look like spilling out," you flinch when the knife comes up to your throat, the length of his blade kissing your delicate skin. His hand that was once there was occupied holding your breast. "But now," he eases the blade in between your thighs, "I just wanna watch you try to take this dick of mine, while I ruin your guts a different way." He lifts his mask up ever so slightly, but only to reveal his mouth. His mouth sucks at your throat, teeth nipping at the skin just to draw a little blood. He kisses your neck, then your lips, and you kiss him back hungrily. Your tongue against his, saliva mixing in your mouths. He pulls back, and grabs your face roughly. He pulls his mask back down, admiring how you look right now. Your face looked flushed, with your pretty plump lips wet, and a slight fear in your eyes of what he'll do to you. But there's also lust in your eyes, a yearning for something darker than you've ever known.

"Get the fuck up," he gets off of you, holding you by your neck and drags you to your bedroom, not without squeezing your ass a few times on the way.

He shoves you onto your bed, shutting the door behind him and locking it. You wait in anticipation, watching as he inches closer to you. But you notice that his hands are occupied with unbuckling his belt. That was fucking hot, watching him take it off in one swift motion. "Remember what I said? I'm not going to be nice. Only if you had guessed right, it wouldn't be like this," he pulls his knife out again. You watch, and it's all you can do. You're roughly flipped onto your stomach, and he begins to feel up your ass, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs, and groping the fat of your ass. But you flinch when his belt comes down to you, and you whimper when it comes down again, harder. He takes your panties, pulling them in between your ass like he was giving you a wedgie. "You're so fucking wet," he comments, looking at how your wetness soaked your panties. Your lips were wet, and he slides a gloved finger in between them.

"Will you be good for me, baby? Hm?" He continues the motion, before pulling away from you, to flip you onto your back. Like a personal necklace, he firmly wraps his hand around your throat. He pushes you back, kneeling next to your body. "I will," with pleading eyes, you look at him. He doesn't need you to say anything for him to know what you want. His hand rubs your pussy through your panties, and you grind into his hand, but he slaps you, hard at that, to stop you. "Don't move. Sit there and look pretty for me."

Leather fingers dip past the lacy fabric, and you try to conceal yourself when his finger rubs your clit gently. "Jesus, look how wet you are. All this from me? You really are a slut," he comments, before removing his hand from your throat momentarily, just to take your panties off of you. You ignore the fact that he stuffed them into his pocket, and relish in his finger prodding at your folds. "Oh fuck," you whine, feeling his finger circle your clit once again. He's going so slow, that it makes you want to scream. He takes in your agitated face, relishing in how your brows furrow, how your mouth opens to let out those whimpers, all because of his touch. He slips one, then two fingers in. His hand holds you down, the pressure around your throat making you hungry for life, hungry for him, dependent on him. You let out a yelp when he begins to finger-fuck you at a brutal pace, making your legs curl to your chest. Before you can cum, he stops. He lifts up enough of his mask just to lick you off his fingers. You catch a glimpse of him, his pink tongue darting out to lick you off of himself. You really didn't expect him to be in-between your thighs, hungrily eating at your pussy. You can't recall how many times you've came, screamed, clawed at the mattress because of his tongue. His tongue fucked your hole, then sucked on your clit while simultaneously working his tongue in you.

His stamina seemed inhuman. He pulls you by your hair, pulling you towards his hardened cock, the length bulging through his boxers. You slide the fabric down, licking a stripe up his length. "Mm, let's see what your pretty lil' mouth can do," he refers to your previous statement when he was in the phone with you. You spit on his dick, smearing it all over his cock, the tip of your tongue drags along a thick vein. He was big, like nothing you've ever had before.

You took note of the deep v line, kissing his tip, before taking him in your mouth fully. You hold him at the base, sucking, licking and tasting him. You suck on his tip longer, your tongue swirling around his pink tip, making him groan.

"Fuck," he groans, his hand tugs on your hair, while his other is underneath your chin. He shoves himself forcefully into you, making you choke on him. He chuckles, "feels like I've been too nice on you," he says before thrusting into your mouth again. You supresss a gag, the tip of his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. You're a fucking mess, spit dribbling down your chin, your pussy a fucking wet mess from him, your hair pulled in between his fingers while he throat fucks you. His breathing gets heavier, more staggered as he feels himself about to cum.

Your throat feels raw, not being able to take his size in fully. Tears prick at your eyes, and they begin to run down your face from the lack of oxygen. He pulls out his cock, with a pop sound. You don't get a chance to regain your breath before you're forced into another position again. Face down, ass up, you grip the sheets feeling his cock push into you. "It's too much," you whimper.

He grins underneath the mask, "I don't care. You're gonna take this dick whether you fuckin' like it or not." He pushes your face down into the mattress, forcing you to arch your back, and he grunts feeling his cock being engulfed by your warmth. Dirty sounds emit from the room, your pussy makes inappropriate squelching sounds as he rucks you raw. Your legs burn from holding up yourself and against his weight crushing you. His dick feels so heavy inside of you, you can't help but scream out. His hands grab your ass, squeezing it before smacking you.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. With one leg up to your chest, and the other being forced down, your pussy wraps around his dick like a present. It's warm, welcoming, and wet as fuck. "Mm, look at you. A fucking mess because of me, do you like when I fuck you like a slut? You like me being rough with you?" His free hand that isn't holding your leg down, is instead in your mouth. "Yes! Fuck," you stammer. His thumb is in your mouth, and you suck on it without being told to do so. "Good girl," he praises. "Fuck, 'm so fucking close," you cry. His hand is wrapped around your throat again, forcing you down, before he scoots closer, enough to bury his dick deeper into you. His thrusts are fucking hard, and wreck your body with each snap of his hips. You're being pounded into, and really you love it. You moan his name over and over again, "fuck me, ghostface please fuck me."

He's nearly naked, just having his mask on and that's about it. You can see every flex in his arm, his mucsles prominent. God, he was jacked. Almost ten times bigger than you. Your hands trail up his abs, then to his chest and back down to where he's fucking you dumb. A hand smacks you for touching him, but you don't care. You keep your hand on his stomach, feeling his warmth. He enjoys it, but he won't let you know that. Instead, he turns you sideways, spreading your legs wide open to fuck the life out of you. Your moans are loud, and his thrusts begin to get sloppy, and he groans feeling your pussy cream all over his cock, clenching around him before you release one of the biggest orgasms you've ever had in your life. "Oh my fucking god, baby, fuck" you curse over and over, but he's still going.

"No more, no more," you plead. He slaps away your hand, fucking into you for one last time before he cums into you. Don't worry, he noticed the birth control pills on your nightstand. "Shut the fuck up," he groans, his voice sounding like how it did on the phone, slightly threatening. You loved his voice, hearing his guttutal moans, his heavy breathing, all of it. You moan again, cumming just from feeling him thrust into you harshly even after you came. You pant heavily, sweat beading on your forehead from how much you've been at it. He pulls out of you, sticking his cock in one last time before smearing his cum onto your lips. "Lick it." He commands. His thumbs spread your pussy wide, relishing in how his cum pours out of your aching hole.

You obey him, sucking on his gloved fingers desperately. The sound of the front door opening elicits panic in you, and you scramble to get dressed while ghostface watches you. You peek over at him, looking at how beautiful his body is, how he's so much stronger than you. He could easily hold you down with one arm, and it excited you. "Fuck baby," he pants.

Footsteps near your bedroom, but they pass. That's strange, your parents didn't come to check on you. You look over at ghostface, who's already dressed within seconds. "I saw you staring." He says. "Sorry," you reply. He chuckles. "It's okay, I've been stalking you this whole time so it's only fair.." he stops, not expecting you to kiss his mask again. Did you really do that? You didn't care.

Before he exits out the window, you stop him. "You know my number if you wanna do this again," you bite your lip. "Of course, baby." He squeezes your ass before finally leaving. If it's one thing you learned, it's that serial killers give good ass dick.

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a/n: something new, what do you guys think? This may not be my intended audience, but I'm starting to get really into slasher writing. God, I love it. I won't stop making other fics featuring anime characters, even if it's not my thing :) share if u likeee

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