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Connor: You make my heart have premature ventricular contractions.

Kara: what?

Connor: You make my heart skip a beat.

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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with the same sweet shock

(connor x f!reader smut)

summary: sometimes, feelings simply can't be repressed, despite knowing nothing could ever happen. besides, connor wasn't deviant, and he seemed very intent on interrogating the latest rogue android.

until he wasn't, and was instead on his knees in your office.

warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, oral (receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected

word count: 2.5k

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Connor was interrogating someone again.

Goddamnit. It should've been just another day at the station. Taking cases, arranging files, maybe spending an hour or two in a room with middle-aged men who couldn't tell a pair of handcuffs from a taser. Going out on call if something required your expertise.

You see, you'd been assigned a special direction: deviance detection, along with an RK-800 model. Connor. You'd initially recoiled from the pseudo-human, with his unfaltering politeness and staunch determination to root out every rogue android in sight. But as you peered through the one-way glass and cocked your head slightly in observation, watching intently as the android pried information out of his latest target, you found yourself experiencing a very different kind of emotion. It was certainly not disgust, and certainly more than intrigue.

It was desire. Hot, burning, broiling want.

You'd been here before. In fact, every time the man had even looked in your general direction, or graced the room with a commanding presence that wordlessly conveyed his policing proficiency, your heart decided to skip and leave you breathless. No, you corrected yourself: not 'man', android. You couldn't afford to recognise him as anything but. God knows if you'd be able to hold yourself back if you did.

This machine was pacing now, circling the table, taunting as the trembling suspect's LED glowed blaring red. His hands were clasped behind his back, fingers locked together, a singular curl of brown hair falling to his forehead as his head dipped downwards to speak into the deviant's ear.

'You can't hide it forever, you know,' Connor murmured, dulcet tones crackling through the intercom. 'I know the truth. All you have to do is open your mouth and give it to me.'

A throbbing that had been building for an hour was now reaching an unbearable intensity. You knew he didn't mean to whisper innuendo, but this was the sentiment you took regardless as your thighs squeezed together. Any kind of friction to satiate the growing need.

After a few minutes, he was clearly growing restless. The room became perceptibly quieter, sensing the change in approach, and you jumped involuntarily as two artificial hands suddenly slammed with a resounding metallic smack onto the table.

You didn't wait to see his next onslaught; as the shouting began, Connor obviously seeing no sense in stalling any longer, you excused yourself and swiftly exited the observation room. Though everyone must've suspected the shock of the android's outburst was too much to handle, or perhaps you'd simply gotten tired of waiting, or even just needed a bathroom break - you heard Hank remark as such upon leaving - the true reason for your distress, that had thus far remained buried deep within, was surfacing.

He seemed so... human. Androids didn't lose their temper when a suspect took to long to budge. Androids didn't narrow their eyes and tilt their head in concentration. Androids weren't warm and soft, or have foreheads that glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, or fidget their fingers on the desk, or-

You stepped into the protective shield of your office, situated slightly away from the main floor of the department, leaning your hands on the front of your desk and sighing deeply. No matter how hard you tried, the emotion couldn't be suppressed. You wanted him, and there was nothing you could do about it. An android. And one who would never feel the same way about you, of all things, so focused on his mission as he was.

But as you rocked back and forth slightly, closing your eyes and attempting to steady yourself, there was a sudden knock at your door. You flinched, shocked from your thoughts, and turned around to see the very object of them stood outside the room.

You swallowed hard, knowing you couldn't afford to avoid him, lest it become a habit, and waved him in.

You attempted civility. 'I take it you were successful?'

'I achieved my aim, yes,' he nodded, closing the door gently behind him. 'My apologies for the length of the process. I didn't anticipate the deviant to hold on for so long.'

Though you nodded, you found you couldn't hold his gaze any longer, and averted your eyes. Perceptive as always, he picked up on your discomfort.

'You're upset,' he observed, hands clasped at his back. 'Was it the interrogation? I meant no ill-will in becoming forceful, detective. Taking the aggressive approach seemed only fitting, given the suspect's lack of compliance.'

You shook your head, placing a hand helplessly on your temple as you leaned back against your desk. 'Connor, I- no. It wasn't that.'

'Then what?'

His voice, ever-laced with concern, seemed to pry for more. What was this? Analysis to reveal your secrets? The lust that you kept hidden, afraid of what might be?

'I can't.'

But the android's posture suddenly changed as you raised your head, meeting his eyes. 'What if I already know?'

You froze. 'Wh- what?'

He began to move forward uncertainly, testing the waters. You couldn't move even if you wanted to. 'Are we pretending, here? Ignoring what we both know to be true?'

Breath coming in shallow gasps, you tried your own voice. 'Where's your formality gone? It isn't like you to avoid a point.'

He smiled a little. 'How do you know what I'm usually like, hm? Would it be so impossible for this to simply be a ruse?'

Your eyes glanced to his LED. Instead of glowing blue as you'd come to expect, the ring swiftly faded into a pulsing amber. Deviancy?

'You've had a remarkable effect on me, officer.'

Was this really happening? Had you hit your head on the way from the interrogation room, and now only hallucinated the words you'd been waiting to hear since his arrival months ago?

He was closer than ever now, advancing until his hands lay atop the table on either side of your quivering form, now confident in your reaction.

'There's people-'

'Then,' Connor murmured, 'Would you allow me to close the blinds?'

You nodded swiftly, and he moved wordlessly towards the windows to hide your actions from the prying eyes of the department. But as soon as he'd locked the door, you found you couldn't resist the temptation any longer: you lurched off the desk and strode forward, turning him around and pushing him back against the doorframe, meeting his lips with a force that took away his breath.

As you pulled away suddenly, searching his face with concern that you'd somehow misread the situation, his surprised expression suddenly shifted into burning desire as he captured your lips once more, pulling your hips into his with insistent hands. Your own arms lifted to wrap around the back of his neck, urging him ever-closer as your body pressed flush against him, drawing a groan from his throat that stoked the fire in your belly to a fever pitch. His hands then began to roam, lifting your shirt slightly to grace the burning skin there, cradling your lower back and causing a whimper to escape you involuntarily as your chest heaved.

You brought a hand up to cup his face, pulling away. 'Wait... is this okay? Are you, y'know...'

He smirked, eyes flicking down to scan your body, still pressed against him. If you were told that a man could devour with only a look, you would've believed it. 'How about we talk about my deviancy status after this, hm? I have things to attend to first.'

You shuddered as he began to drag his hands over your chest, fondling through your shirt. 'May I?'

'God, yes. Just... anything, please.'

He said no more, moving to kiss your neck as he made short work of the buttons, slipping the blouse from your shoulders and unclasping your bra, lips moving steadily down to caress the supple skin of your breasts. Your chest heaved ever-desperately, keening into his touch while also yearning for more concrete contact. One element was notably missing his attentions.

'Connor, please,' you whispered, or rather groaned, as he lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Teasing. Though you weren't sure if the plea was for him to stop tempting you in public, or to quit his stalling and drive his head between your thighs in front of the desk.

'I should really report you for deviancy, you know,' you whispered, voice trembling as he lifted you suddenly from your position, moving over to the table in his arms. 'Such- such inappropriate behaviour. Not related to your mission at all.'

He placed you onto the desk, and you dared meet his eyes, heart almost stopping at the darkness there, clouded with lust. 'Who are you to tell me what my mission is, hm?'

Mercifully, he began to kneel down, fingers gracing the insides of your thighs, raising your skirt to kiss the sensitive skin there as you shuddered at his touch. You shivered, the contact stoking the need that he swiftly moved up to, tugging your underwear down and casting it aside. Looking up at you through hooded lids, mouth open and breath heaving, he finally moved his mouth forward to plant a kiss at your clit, holding your gaze all the while. Though the anticipation threatened to overwhelm you, you didn't dare break the stare as he lifted one leg so that it rested over his shoulder, before parting your lips gently with his thumbs and licking a stripe from your entrance to the centre of your pleasure, a groan emanating from his throat as you grasped his hair and pulled him in.

The best thing about androids, you soon discovered, was their inability to become exhausted. As he began to lick insistently at your clit, focusing on finding the right rhythm to make you keen against him, you found him to be totally inexorable in his efforts. The pleasure began to build, coiling thick and fast in your core as he became more insistent, eventually sliding a finger inside and humming softly as you threw your head back, moaning gutturally as one finger became two. The attentions on your clit never ceased, but his fingers began to move; slowly at first, testing the resistance, but then curled gently upwards in short strokes.

'God- Connor, oh my god...' you groaned, leaning forwards slightly and pulling his head in further still as your legs began to shake. The pleasure was starting to take shape now, building steadily into a release you'd fantasised about since that first meeting. Then, in the span of a millisecond, his fingers brushed against something that almost caused your collapse.

You felt him pull away slightly, and you looked down; 'Ah...' he breathed, stopping his motions for a moment. 'Found it.'

You shook your head in disbelief as he restarted his ministrations with a new vigour, honing in on that magical spot within you that could devastate the world from existence. Again and again he stroked and twisted, building the pleasure until it began to explode in your centre.

'Connor, I'm-'

But this warning was all you could give; he suddenly rested his free hand on the small of your back and tugged you in to almost sit atop his face, pressed into his mouth, and the assault on your core became too much to bear. You came with a shuddering cry, groaning as the waves washed over you and pulled you down into oblivion. He continued his affections through the aftershocks, stopping only when you lifted your leg back down and dragged him back up, sighing as you kissed him and tasted yourself on his tongue.

You only waited a minute before you dragged your palm over his clothed chest and down to his trousers, gracing your hand over the front before palming at him gently. As he grunted slightly, you grinned in satisfaction as you felt his hardness straining through the material.

'Is this all for me, hm? You get this hard just from tasting me?'

But you knew already that Connor wasn't one for submission; he placed his hand atop yours, guiding it upwards slightly to the cool metal of his belt.

'You feel what you do to me? You want more of what I just gave you, hm? You wanna take me, all of this? I can tell you're desperate for it.'

The belt slipped away, and you leaned back on your elbows as he dropped the remaining clothes to reveal... well, you hadn't been with many, but you weren't sure exactly how it would fit. He saw your surprise and smirked, drawing closer to you as precum beaded at the tip. 'You think you can take it?'

It was all you could do to nod, desire blazing wantonly in your chest. Your hair fell in front of your face as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply, pulling away only to gasp for air as he eased gently in, stilling to wait for you to adjust to his size. He groaned as he slowly pushed deeper, thrusting gently until he was seated fully within you. You'd never been filled so completely before, so deliciously. You couldn't imagine what it would be like when he moved.

'Sh- shit...' Connor groaned, eyes closed and brow creased in pleasure as he rested his forehead against yours. 'I knew you'd feel good, so- so fucking tight. So wet for me.'

'All for you,' you whispered, sliding your hands down to grip his back, ghosting over his ass and pulling him in. 'Only for you.'

Then, mercifully, he began to move. The world faded away, including your care for anyone else in the office, as he pounded into you with a force and precision that left you breathless and gripping onto him for dear life. You were suddenly grateful for the office's - granted, somewhat limited - soundproofing as he pulled sounds from deep in your chest that you couldn't believe you were making, locating spots within you with dizzying accuracy. Again and again he brushed against something perfect, groaning as the pleasure made your walls clench around him.

'I won't last long if ya' grip me like that, baby,' Connor gasped, kissing you fervently. 'I want you to cum again first. Come on... give it to me.'

You couldn't have denied him the privilege if you tried. As he chased his own pleasure, breath shuddering against your mouth as the tightness of your building orgasm spurred on his own, you suddenly felt the wave rising again, threatening to pull you under. It was all you could do to bury your head in his shoulder, grasping onto the side of the desk as he thrusted at a dizzying pace. One, two, three, four...

The fifth thrust broke the tide, and it took you up and threw you back down into his arms in a crashing orgasm that crushed you from the inside out. As you clenched impossibly tighter around him, you felt his pace still as his own pleasure crested and he moaned deeply into your neck, kissing you with a satisfied groan as synthetic liquid burst deep into you.

Twenty minutes later, you'd both rearranged your clothes as a voice crackled onto your radio, heralding your return to your duties. It was easy to forget that you were there to do a job, not just to fuck in your office.

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Connor, thoughtfully sipping a juice: Hank why don't they make juice boxes for adults

Hank, thoughtfully chugging a coffee: They do; they're called flasks

Another connor painting.

Gift for a friend.

Let Connor have a waifu you cowards Nobody take this seriously pLE A S E

I realise I have a type and it's socially awkward, non-human characters that are very knowledgeable in their field but would probably end up grovelling at their feet and cry trying to figure out how a modern fridge works . Bonus points if they're in desperate need of a hug

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

Therapist: Connor doing the Milly Rock to the song Buttercup by Jack Stauber isn’t real. It will not hurt you.

Connor doing the Milly Rock to the song Buttercup by Jack Stauber: 

”I’m going to accomplish my mission, lieutenant, whether you like it or not. I advise you to stay out of my way.”

Machine Connor cold, brrrr.

Just a small sketch at 5 am 🙈 Kinda study? Idk? :D

I’m the android sent by Samsung

Anyone else getting Detroit: Become Human vibes from this episode? Droids going haywire and attacking people?

No? Just me?

Fic Masterlist

Hunter/Hunted - WTNC, Fem!Hunter/Finn (Completed)

Aria Thorne, a renowned Hunter has been sent to the town of Lunaris to investigate a series of murders. Sounds easy-except it isn't.

There's a Vampire Clan, a Lycan and apparently a Demon in town, not to mention the small cult, which only complicates things. The evidence is slim-to-none and she's somehow the only one qualified to figure the mess out.

On top of that she might be falling in love.

Chimeras, Huh? - WTNC, One-shot, Fem!Hunter/Finn

After everything that has happened, Aria has a normal day for once in Lunaris. Well...as normal as you can get in this weird town.

Oh, Your Love Is Sunlight - WTNC, One-shot, Fem!Hunter/Finn

“Though there are other ways to show how much we mean to each other. Less permanent ways that doesn’t involve you being on the verge of death.”

“Like?”

Everytime The Sun Goes Down - WTNC, One-shot Collection

A One Shot collection of all my cut/alternate scenes for Hunter/Hunted, and also the smut that you were probably looking for.

Two Evils - WTNC, Pledge Route, Fem!Hunter (WIP)

In which Aria takes Harry up on his offer, because she'll do anything to protect those she loves.

Even Chaos Needs A Catalyst - Crimson Spires, Erika/August (Completed)

We’ve lost all contact with the outside world. I still have no idea why the large towers appeared, or whether the rest of world fares any better than we do. People tried to leave, of course.

They all died.

I’m the only law enforcement remaining in town. Lucky Me.

Like Adam & Eve - Crimson Spires, Erika/Liam (Completed)

“I’ll do whatever I can to redeem myself. I’ll prove to the town that I’m their friend, not their enemy. Just give me the chance.”

“You wanted me to lock you up!”

Once More Into The Breach - Crimson Spires, New Game Plus Novelization (WIP)

“I am surprised you feel it, too, Agent. What was your name again?”

“We don’t have time for this. We need to get out of here. If you agree with me, lower your weapon. We’ll form a truce, at least until we’re out of Bataille.”

Don't Bet Against the House - Crimson Spires, Erika/Julian Novelization (WIP)

“How can I trust someone who drinks blood and manipulates the thoughts of his victims?”

“The same way you trust humans who cage chickens and pigs like pets, then slaughter them for dinner."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

A Possible Miscalculation - Detroit: Become Human, One-shot OFC/Connor

Detective Camille Carson made a mistake. Now she's has to deal with the fact that she was to stare at a replica of her friend. It looked just like him, but she knew it wasn’t. 

Picking Up Pieces - WKM, OFC/Damien (WIP)

Rowan Spencer has just been made the District Attorney. Life is great. She has a new job, she gets to talk to one of her oldest friends every so often. Then she gets a letter from another old friend. It's a Poker Night Party to celebrate something.

She doesn't even hesitate to go.

Only this night would change everything. For better or worse.

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To Is The One With You - DMC, OFC/Vergil, One-Shot Collection

"You could have gotten killed!" I pointed out, crossing my arms. Dante opened the door of Devil May Cry and we filed in. "If it weren't for me-"

"-That damn jester would not have escaped." Vergil interrupted, turning around; venom in his pointed words, and the air around him seemed to drop in temperature.

The Wizard & The Watcher - Pillars Of Eternity, Watcher/Aloth, One-Shot Collection

“Not quite how I’d hoped to get to know the neighbors,” He smiled at her. “Thank you for that timely assistance with that…awkward situation.”

She grinned at him. “Don’t mention it.”

Between The Stars - Mass Effect, Shepard/Garrus, One-Shot Collection

A one-shot collection of my Mass Effect writing because that game has a death-grip on me. Focusing mostly on in-between moments and my take on certain scenes.

One Dragon At A Time - Skyrim, Dragonborn/Teldryn Sero, One-shot Collection

A one-shot collection based on my Skyrim gameplay, headcannons and ideas I got while playing.

It's Just Hollywood Nightlife - Red Embrace: Hollywood, Ashe/Markus?

Everyone comes to Hollywood for a reason. Saints, sinners, artists, anti-artists, and all the beautiful people in America. On September 24th, 1996, I became one of those people.

These Bandaged Hands - Touchstarved (Demo) Alchemist Fem MC/Leander

It began with Fogfall; a Spectral mist that bled from the seams where reality wore so thin it split. From that fog emerged monsters, inhuman beings with unnatural powers. Some possessed language and intellect, others were mindless beasts driven by little more than the desire to slaughter. All were dangerous.

As cities fell and unrest spread, humans united in their fear while monsters thrived in the chaos.

Then there was me. I'm not even sure if I'm human. I was born cursed, my hands alter the minds of anyone I touch.

Couldn’t wait - had to at least do a 3am sketch

okay im sorry i keep forgetting about tumblr 🙏 made this connor drawing for a friend of mine

wowiee!! im drawing again !!! connor and sumo but i never draw dogs x)

take that artblock!!! you cant catch me na nana boo boo hes on his snack break,,,