Officer Connor! ( Connor X Reader )

Officer Connor! ( Connor x Reader )

Request :  Are you still interested in receiving requests for Connor? Cause I’m curious how the reader would react to a uniform change after Connor became deviant and Markus won. Say having Connor wear an actual police officer’s uniform since he’s no longer a “machine”? - @generalgoldfishldrm

Word Count : 1,468

Warnings : None

A/N : i was sooo excited to write this one because i thought it was so cute !! anyway I’ve gotten a lot of smutty requests ;) so i think I’m going to take time on those to really get used to writing smut ! also i’ll be going on a vacation in a couple days so i might not be posting as much too ! but i will work on my requests while I’m out ! 

You sighed, head planted in your palm as you lazily scrolled through your terminal. You had filled out all your paperwork, sent in all your reports, and filed away all your evidence. Ever since the androids were successful in the revolution, cases involving androids were a thing of the past. They were given the right to live equally amongst the humans so what was the need to commit a crime to be free? Occasionally, you got to leave the office to further investigate crime scenes surrounding red ice but even that was rare in itself.

You just spent your time patrolling the Detroit area and consuming ungodly amounts of coffee when Fowler piled loads of work on you. Connor opted to lay low from Cyberlife at Hank’s house and talked to you for hours on the phone whenever you stayed late. You rubbed the grogginess out of your eyes, wondering what he was doing right now. Maybe Connor was playing with Sumo? Or finding new interests with his newly found free will? God, you missed him so much that you were going to explode if he didn’t come back to work in the next two days.

“ How are you doing, Y/N? “ Connor’s voice brought you instant relief as soon as he picked up the phone. Connor sounded relaxed with whatever he was doing, less stiff and forced than when you met the android for the first time. If you could, you would’ve personally thanked Markus for convincing him to become a deviant. You always felt Connor was constantly at conflict with himself and couldn’t find the resolution under Amanda’s guidance. Whatever he was looking for, you hoped that Connor had finally found it.

“ I’m exhausted, Con. Fowler keeps throwing piles upon piles of work on me. I would literally kill to go home and lay down right now. “ You groaned irritated, lightly clutching your head from the caffeine-induced headache plaguing your skull. You leaned back in your desk chair, expelling a long breath as you stretched your rigid muscles. “ Please come back to work, Con. I miss you so much! Also because I’m so sick of doing paper work. I think I’m going to take a day off tomorrow. “

“ Wait, no! You can’t! “ Connor yelped suddenly, his urgent tone slightly startling you. You cocked an eyebrow, a small chuckle flowing out of your mouth. This was suspicious, Connor never had a reason to sound worried. What was going on?

“ You sound a little concerned, why should I stay? “ You questioned curiously, eyes giving a brief glance to your phone screen. Wow, you’ve been talking for almost three hours, good thing you have unlimited minutes! Aside from data plans, the picture you had set for Connor’s caller I.D. never failed to melt your heart. You snuck a secret photo of the android walking Sumo while you walked your two pomeranians on a sunny day. Ugh, so cute!

“ Because.. I said so? “ Connor attempted to convince you to stay just another day before taking a day off. You sniggered from the other end as you scribbled informatiom on form #1,331. You lost count after form #5. “ I, uh, have a surprise for you tomorrow. You have to come in or else! “

“ Ooo, I’m so scared! Or else what, sweetheart? Please enlighten me. “ You teased the android playfully as you lazily scrolled through Twitter on your terminal. Maybe it’s about time to go home? No, it’s definitely time to go home but Fowler had you a tight leash. Was today the day you were going to risk your whole career to catch up on a few hours of sleep?

“ I’ll have to personally detain you and lock you up in a cell, Y/N. “ Connor quipped, a small grin creeping on his face. You leaned back in your deskchair, mouth hung wide open. How bold of him! You were rendered speechless, this could either end with you two naked in bed or a totally different way you weren’t expecting at all. You were praying for the first fantasy but you couldn’t let your hopes get too high!

“ Mm, I don’t know, Connor. Coming in work on my own accord sounds tempting but being handcuffed by you is much more to my taste. “ You purred amorously, a devious smirk curling on your lips. You just knew a blush was creeping on Connor’s face by the long amount of silence. You giggled quietly all while you filled out your last form of the night. Finally! You were allowed to leave! “ Alright, I just finished up and I am completely burnt out. If I don’t show up for work tomorrow, I fully expect you to show up at my house, handcuffs in hand! Bye, darling.~ “

Well, Connor wasn’t expecting.. That.

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Nihongami (Japanese hairstyles) - part 3/12: female styles, by Shota Kotake

1 – Subeshi gami variations

Having very long hair (sometimes longer that their height) was a mark of status and beauty for Heian women. A lot of care and efforts were put in growing and keeping their hair long. Once widowed, women had to cut their hair to their shoulders. They were expected to never wear it long again for the rest of their lives. 

Suberakashi was a hairstyle worn by kuge and buke (nobles and warrior classes) women from Heian to Muromachi era. Hair was left very long and tied in the back in a ponytail with a loose chignon just above the hairband. Front hair was left free, styled in bangs and/or spread neatly on the shoulders.

Sage gami is a variation of Subeshi gami which was worn by upperrank wives of Daimyo.

Osuberakashi elaborated ponytail and ornamental comb on the forehead were worn by noble ladies for official ceremonies and events.

2 – Hyogo variations

Tate Hyogo is said to have been worn by female kabuki dancers. But it’s mostly associated with middle rank Yujo (prostitutes). Upper rank prostitutes never wore this style. This hairdo probably appeared first during Muromachi era and was brought back during Edo period and Bakumatsu era.

Yoko Hyogo was worn by hight rank Yujo in Yoshiwara and Shimabara from mid Edo era. It was a of variation Tate Hyogo with bigger chignons. Each red light districts had its own way of setting the many decorative pins and haircombs.

Date Hyogo was only worn by Oiran (top rank yujo). With its big chignons and lavishly decorated ornaments, from pins to combs and golden ropes, this hairstyle was the most gorgeous of all.

Love like no other

You were a God/Goddess in his eyes, there was no others that could compare to you. Your looks, your strength, your personality everything about you attracted him to you. When Interga introduced you as the newest member at Hellsing he had to do a double take. He’s seen a lot (no he hasn’t his ass been in that coffin) throughout the centuries hes been alive but not someone with your particular style.

The way you talked, your mannerisms, he especially loved your hair. Watching you spend hours making sure curls were the exact way you wanted them or he would have someone in the mansion learn to do it so wouldn’t have to struggle by yourself. He was infatuated with you. And by god cause that run his mouth, especially when it came to you. Poor Sera’s was the one stuck listening to him ramble on and on about you. Some cute things some more than others wanted to know. But who was really going to get him to shut up.

He basked in your attention but he especially loved having you on his lap. His hands always resting on your thighs as he looked at your plump lips as you spoke. He always chuckled when you scolded him for not paying attention. You both knew he wasn’t but he couldn’t care less because he just loved staring at you.

To him you were like a painting. Something that needed to be framed that he could just stare at for hours. He wanted to lock you in his cellar and keep you all to himself but knew integra would throw an absolute fit at him so he took the time he could with you.

Talking with pip? Oh, he wants to help him with his hair. Having tea with Walter? Now he wanted you to help him clean his guns. And don’t let you run into Alexander Anderson, it’s an entire war between the two.

Alucard man was obsessed with you and if you thought you was going anywhere you were surely wrong🎀

Japanese Hairstyles: Historical Overview Part 01

Hairstyle Name: Date-Hyougo (伊達兵庫) lit. “Elegant Army Warehouse”

  This is a variation of the Hyougo-mage hairstyle. This variation was most likely created in the mid-Edo period in the various red-light districts. It would have been one of many stylish variations of the Genroku-era Tate-Hyougo style. In the ranks of the mid-Edo Yoshiwara, Oiran level courtesans, such as Yobidashi Chuusan, Chuusan, and Tsukemawashi, would have worn this hairstyle. For more information on these courtesan ranks, please read here.

Lovely portrait!

Alucard by Tvilin

Scent

Alpha!Simon Riley x Omega!Reader

Warning: non-explicit smut. 

Summary: Building nests was part of the process of an Omega going into heat. However you never actually thought you would find yourself locked away in a house with your Lieutenant.

To say that the mission has gone to shit would be an understatement.

They were hunting you down and if it wasn't for Ghost, you would be dead by now.

If it wasn't for him and his sharp reflexes you would be lying with a bullet in your skull.

But you weren't.

Instead, you were in a much worse situation.

At the start of your mission, you took your suppressants, figuring you would be back the next day, you didn't even pack any, so now, you were here, on an uncomfortable mattress, trying to make it homey for your heat.

You never actually minded going into heat. You could just lock your door, fill your room with food and be good for a couple of days.

But this was a very different situation.

You were in a bunker-like building, hiding for survival with an Alpha who was also your Lieutenant. 

Not a situation you wanted to be in.

"You need to rest, I will keep watch." he avoided you, and didn't even come close to you, he just stopped at the door, never entering the room. He did put food down for you on the floor every day, commenting when you didn't eat something.

He was kind.

You knew he could smell your heat coming up, Alphas always did.

You know the upcoming days will be as much of a torture for him, as it will be for you.

You were glad it was Ghost with you, at least he had control over his alpha.

Before you could reply, he already left. Going as far away from you as possible. Yet, your smell still lingered. 

Sure, Simon had control over his alpha, but the temptation was too great. You were perfect. In every aspect of the word. The perfect woman, partner, and omega.

At first, Simon thought you had no place in the army, he thought Price had gone insane but you proved him wrong.

Your kindness wasn't your weakness, instead your strength. 

Simon took a deep breath, his mind and body immediately filled up with your scent, and how sweet you smelled. Simon, out of frustration, hit the wall, making the brick crumble.

He knew he should be there with you, help you, and yet, he was forcing himself away from you. 

Even if everything inside him was screaming for him to go to you, help you, feed you, and keep you safe and comfortable.

He knew he can't.

The next day he brought you another plate of food. 

"Ghost..." your voice came out way too desperate. "Can I have your shirt, please? The smell of the... pillows are..." Simon didn't need to be asked twice. He handed you his sweatshirt in a swift movement. "Thank you." he watched as you cuddled up with his clothes and he couldn't help but wish it was him. He forced himself to stand up and leave.

His scent really did help ease your pain as your heat reached its high. 

Your mind is filled with all the different lewd things. 

And yet, somehow, even with a hazy mind, even with a fog before your eyes, deep down, you knew better than to act upon those images filling your mind.

But you didn't know how to keep your scent at bay, not like there was a method or something. 

And it caused quite an interesting reaction with Simon.

While you were locked in a room, touching yourself to the thought of an Alpha, he kept stroking his cock to the scent and thought of you. 

You both knew it was forbidden, but no one was around, no one could hear your thoughts and your moans.

And for now, it was enough.

---

Thankfully, your heat soon ended, Simon got used to your smell as it slowly weakened. 

You started to grow stronger, and back to normal, but it will take you a couple of days to be fully back in action.

Simon knew this.

"How are you feeling?" he asked from the doorway, while you lay on the mattress on the floor.

"Your smell disappeared," you said with a pout as you looked at him.

"I will give you my shirt then, let's exchange." he said as he held out his shirt for you to take, you gave him the sweatshirt back.

His shirt smelled like you now. 

"We will have to leave in a few days, we have been here for almost a week now. We cannot stay, they will find us."

"I will be good to go tomorrow. I'm still a bit hazy though," you said and Simon nodded.

"How can I help more?"

"You have done plenty, Simon." use never used his name before, it was always Lieutenant or Ghost, nothing more, nothing less. 

You kept it professional. Until now.

"I will bring you more food for dinner, so you can have your strength back."

"Thank you, Alpha." you whispered the last part, but he heard you.

God, he heard you very well. As the door closed behind him, he just stood there, too stunned to move. Everything in him screamed to go inside and to claim you.

But he couldn't. He shouldn't.

And yet, he did.

He turned right back, opened the door and for the first time in four days, he stepped inside, closing the door behind himself.

He looked at you as you lay with his shirt pressed into your face, smelling it.

He knelt down beside you, taking deep breaths to remember your scent.

You opened your eyes and smiled at him.

"Took you long enough." you said as you moved to turn around and leave some space behind yourself.

"Shut it." he whispered before he moved to lay down with you in your nest, holding you close with his nose in your hair. "Omega." he said and it made you humm. "You smell so good." he took a deep breath and you smiled to yourself, not opening your eyes.

You put your hand on his which held you close by your stomach.

"You could have been here for my heat."

"I wouldn't have been able to control myself."

"Of course, you would have. You are Simon Riley... What made you realize that I wanted you here all along?"

"Your smell had a hint of sadness every day. But when I came into the room... you smelled like hope and..."

"Love." you finished for him. "Am I truly that obvious?"

"The smell of an Omega never lies to an Alpha."

"You are right, I'm a lot happier as well."

"Same."

"I wish we didn't have to leave."

"Same." he breathed out one last time before you fell asleep in his arms.

Building nests was part of the process of an Omega going into heat.

And Simon never failed to notice that you made yours bigger, to give room to him.

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