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This is a really random list, because my fandoms are a great mix of everything really.

(Peaky Blinders, Assassin’s Creed, Detroit: Become human and Bridgerton)

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Self Hate

Connor X Reader - Self Hate

About: You’ve been down on yourself and Connor is there to help you and reassure you.

No smut. Only fluff.

It's been a long day at the office for Connor. Having to deal with deviants and trying to please and reason with his stubborn partner. Connor sighs. At least he'll be able to come home to his girlfriend and have a relaxing evening. Stepping into the house, the android closes and locks the door behind him before he removes his jacket, only to place it on a nearby hook. Stopping in his tracks, Connor immediately senses something is wrong. His LED flashes yellow when he notices that you aren't around. The brunette analyzes his surroundings only to hear a faint sound coming from the bedroom. Curious yet worried, Connor moves quickly down the hall and into the room. He spots you on the floor, sitting up against the side of the bed with your head and your hands. His eyes widen and his LED turns red due to him being extremely worried.

"Y/N!" Connor rushes to your side, "What's wrong?" He places a hand on your shoulder. You don't look up at him, your head still planted between the palms of your hands. You were afraid to face him. You felt like a fool as he watched you break down into a million pieces, crying like there's no tomorrow, making you feel extremely embarrassed. He's probably thinking how pathetic you are. How you're worth nothing. That you are nothing.

"Please… I'm here for you always… no matter what…" After a few moments, you finally looked up at him with watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks. You sniffled a few times before voicing what's wrong.

"I… I hate myself, Connor… So much that it physically and mentally hurts… I've always hated myself for many years… I hate every single thing about me… I don't even know why you're with someone like me…" You look the opposite direction, not wanting him to see you shed any tears.

"Y/N…"

"I'm serious, Connor. It just doesn't make sense to me as to why you would want to be with someone who is too broken beyond repair… Someone fat, ugly, stupid, worthless, pathetic, empty… I'll never be enough… Especially for you… You're so perfect and I'm… Not… Why don't you be with a female android, huh?... They're better than me… They're everything that I'm not. I'm-" Your eyes widen, shocked to feel soft lips against your own. You notice to see that Connor's LED is red. You wonder what he's thinking. Is he mad at you? Does he hate you? Does he agree with everything that you've told him? The brunette pulls away slowly his brown eyes staring into yours. You can tell he's not analyzing you, that he's looking at something much deeper than that. Something much more. Something that's not statistics or factual. "C-Connor… Why did you-"

He places a finger upon your lips.

"Just… Stop… Please… I can't take it anymore… I can't let you speak about yourself like that… I can't let you feed yourself these lies… I can't watch you tear yourself apart like this... None of what you said were true… Not in the slightest… You're so beautiful that your looks still catch me off-guard and I just stand there, completely frozen… Almost as if I'm going to overheat… You have absolutely no idea of how you make me feel. You were the only one that made me feel alive. The one that was able to help me find myself, to help find out who I was. You're the only one who made me into the android I am today. I know in the past I was never sure of what I wanted due to being a machine, but now that I'm free, I know what I want and that's you. I've never been so sure about anything in my life before. You make me feel complete." A tear runs down the androids face. He pulls you in, hugging you tightly. "I love you so much (Y/N)... Please never forget that…" You couldn't believe all the things that have come out of your boyfriend's mouth. He made you feel so special it was indescribable. You felt so loved. Ever since you met him at the office that one day, your life has changed and has never been the same since then. You wrap your arms around him as well, closing your eyes as you enjoy the moment.

"I love you too, Connor."

Valentine - Connor (RK800)

FemReader! Fluff, Angst??? PlusSizeReader! Heart melting love. Connor loves reader so much but didn't know what it was and after becoming a deviant he started to understand the feeling, but he also has other feelings too that he is learning about.

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part 1 part 2

After androids left their humans or at least the ones that wanted to did life as a cop became different but still the same? It's odd to think of things as normal now since the deviants or as I prefer to call them friends are all free now and happy but then again, I am a human who supports them all the way especially Connor god Connor is so handsome, and I want to tell him how I feel but he probably doesn't feel the same way. I don't know he might like me too. Tapping on my shoulder takes me from my thoughts, when I look up it's the man I'm thinking about right now. "Hey Connor, how are you?" He shook his head at me but wasn't mad or at least he didn't seem it. "Nothing much except I've been trying to get your attention for like the past hour." I looked at my phone and he indeed has been trying for an hour, He called me, texted me and even drove here to get me himself. "I'm sorry connie. I didn't mean to not respond; I was busy going through case files." He sighed but nodded. "It's okay Y/n. I get it. So, you want to go get food? I know I can't eat it but I want to go hang out with someone and hank is busy drinking so he can't come with me." I paused for dramatic effect to mess with him, but I knew damn well I was going. "Hm let me think... I would love to Connor." He smiled at me. "Okay great! I can't wait!" I giggled at his silly attitude and walked over to the coffee station; I grabbed a cup of coffee and seen Hank and Gavin which is odd considering usually they are bickering but instead it was silent except for people grabbing cups of coffee, I gabbed myself a cup and as I'm grabbing a cup Gavin as per usual is trying to flirt with me again even though I've told him repeatedly that I'm not interested but he never listens to reason. "So, you have any plans for tonight?" 'I hate him so much!' "Actually, yes I do Gavin." I smirked letting him know he did not win me over with his smooth-talking crap. "Well, who are you going out with tonight?" He tried touching my cheek, but I jerked away from him. "None of your damn business Gavin!" I looked around and everyone was starting at me in the station androids included, I looked over and seen Connor watching me with what seemed like jealousy and maybe a hint of cockiness because I was going to be his for the night, but I wasn't sure and definitely was not going to ask. I finally got home and showered and did soft not too heavy make-up and then wore a dress that hugged my curves nicely and I did my hair in some space buns. I waited for Connor to show up he was 20 minutes late, but he came finally. I smiled at him. "You look amazing Connor." He smiled back. "You look amazing as well Y/n." He walked me to the car and opened my door for me and he even buckled my seat belt. "Thanks Connor but you didn't need to buckle me in." I giggled at the end. He got nervous I could tell. "I'm sorry I just want to make sure your safe." He got in the driver side and drove me to this beautiful restaurant, and we go up to get our table and the bitch behind the thing started flirting with Connor which wasn't acceptable behavior. I scoffed at her and grabbed onto Connor's arm and tugged him into my side, so she knew to back off, but the stupid bitch was still flirting. I was getting furious until Connor pulled me from my thoughts by seating me and then himself. "Is something the matter detective- sorry I mean Y/n?" I shook my head, but he knew better that I was lying. "You can tell me if something is bothering you Y/n." I sighed because I can't deny him an answer. "I honestly am not okay the bitch that took us to our table was flirting with you and well...Just never mind! I don't want to talk about it." He looked confused and was not sure how to handle this. "I'm sorry Y/n I'm not sure what you mean?" I started giggling then it turned into laughing the whole time Connor was so confused and weirded out by me, "Connor I love you. Okay?"

The end of this one but I do plan to make more to finish this story up that being said thanks for reading please reblog and comment and have a good day/night.

Valentine - Connor.

Fluff, Angst, FemReader!, PlusSizeReader!, Heart Melting Love, Smut in this chapter. Connor loves reader so much but doesn't understand the feeling, from becoming a deviant he is learning but he also is learning about other feelings he is having.

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this is part 2 to part 1

"Connor, I love you, okay?" Is all I could say to him and not going to lie it feels like a heavy weight was lifted off of my chest He paused and looked at me unsure what to say next. "Y/n I didn't know you felt that way towards me." I sighed feeling happy now that I told him. "Yeah, I have for a while now I just never told anyone because well i felt like something was wrong with me for loving an android." He looked confused I thought but then his facial expression changed. "Why would you be worried that something is wrong with you for loving an android?" I sighed again now trembling and trying not to cry. "Well i told one person, my mother and she told my dad then both of them told me they never wanted to speak to me because I love an android and I got shamed for it and made to feel like the biggest piece of shit for it." He sighed and his LED light changed color to what looked like a deep blue then he stood up and walked over to me and hugged me. "Shhh... It's okay Y/n there isn't a reason to cry I'm here with you, aren't I?" I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "I guess that's true." He smiled at me which made me return the smile. "How about we get out of here Princess?" I blushed at the nickname he gave me and nodded because I did not trust my words right now because he doesn't even know how he is affecting me. He took me to the beach, and we walked barefooted along it. "Hey Y/n?" "Yeah Connor?" I looked to him and he seemed confused and like he was thinking about how to respond before he spoke. "I was wondering if you might want to be mine?" I must have been the deepest red blush ever. "Y-yes Connor I would be happy to be yours." He smiled and then grabbed me and pulled me into his chest and kissed me with so much passion it felt like I was letting go of the biggest weight holding me down to the ground, but I was grounded at the same time. We released each other after what seemed like forever. "Let's go back to my place Connor." He nodded and grabbed my hand walking us back to the car. We were mostly quiet, but he kept looking over at me and finally put his hand on my thigh. I shifted a little and he took it away in a panic I thought about it for a moment. I grabbed his hand and put it back but this time it's closer to my crotch this time. He got nervous and then I smirked moving his hand closer to my crotch. I moaned from the friction. He liked my reaction to his touch and kept going farther. unfortunately, we arrived at my apartment, and I brought him in with me. He pinned me against the wall kissing me and touching me making me so fucking wet. He moved his right hand to touch my pussy. "God damn you are so wet princess." His voice lowered close to a whisper but not quite. "All for you daddy." He chuckled lowly.

We moved on towards my bedroom, He removed my dress, and I unbuttoned his shirt and started groping his cock through his pants driving him nuts. He grabbed my wrist. "Tsk you shouldn't tease me baby girl." He flipped me over on my stomach and he lifted my ass in the air. I could hear him walking around the room, but I finally looked over at him he brought a blindfold over to me and covered my eyes. I could hear him again moving around again. Smack! He smacked my ass and the noises I made. I moaned louder than I ever have before. He loved that reaction. Smack! Smack! Smack! My ass must have been beet red, and I hoped so. My stomach was turning, and I needed him to fuck me now. "Please... no... more.... daddy... I need... your cock." He smirked and then go close to my ear. (Be patient princess.) I whimpered wanting him to fuck me so bad, but I hope being a good girl will lead to that. He moved again this time lower on me and I felt the bed dip by my ass and felt his breath on my cunt and ass. Next thing I know he started eating me out working my clit with his tongue and using his fingers to fuck my pussy. I was falling apart for him. I started feeling that knot form in my stomach. "I'm-I'm about to cum daddy!" He kept going till I came undone on his fingers and tongue. I felt him get up and he flipped me over to which I squeaked and was giggling a little from it. I felt the bed dip again this time the weight was on top of me. He got close to my ear. (Do you think I should take the blindfold off princess?) I nodded. Smack! He hit my thigh which made me whimper. (Tsk princess use your words.) "Y-yes daddy please." He took it off and then kissed me and pulled away. "You ready princess?" I went to nod but stopped myself. "Yes, daddy I am" He chuckled knowing that I wanted to nod but was proud that I spoke first this time. He lined up at my dripping cunt and rubbed through my wet folds a few times to lather his cock in my drippings and he pushed it in slowly till he filled me to the brim with his cock. I moaned and wiggled around from how good it felt having him inside of me he started fucking me at a slow even pace and started kissing me again with more passion and then he moved lower with the kisses down my jaw then my neck and then my tits. He started sucking on my tits and leaving hickeys everywhere. I felt the knot form again in my stomach and I gripped onto his back and started clawing him feeling my release coming. "I'm- I'm going to...cum d-daddy." He smiled blissfully at me. "I know me too princess." He groaned and started being rougher and faster. "I'm Cumming daddy!" I moaned and writhed under him, and he groaned and released to his artificial cum coating my walls. He pulled out then he pulled me on top of him and placed his cock inside my still sensitive cunt. I started grinding into him making him moan and groan meanwhile I'm a whimpering/moaning mess. "It feels... so good princess." He moaned again. I could feel the knot forming again but my body is so weak from my last two orgasms. He started thrusting up into me making me cry out and whimper. "I'm gonna cum daddy!" He groaned. "Me too Babygirl." We both came undone on each other me screaming and writhing under him while he is a moaning mess. He pulled out then walked away and came back with wipes and a towel to clean me and himself up. Once he was finished, he cuddled me under the covers his face was snuggled into my hair while I was snuggled into his chest. Then I realized what today was. "Shit!" He looked panicked. "What did I do something wrong?" I shook my head. "No, it's just today was Valentine's day." He looked away from me like he was thinking about something. "Well happy Valentine's Day my beautiful princess." I blushed from the nickname. "Happy Valentine's Day My handsome king."

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A/n: This was fun to make <3 If ya'll have any requests feel free to send me them also thank you all for your likes and reblogs on my stories. Anyway, I hope you all had/have a good day/night and I love you all.

All That’s Due

Pairing: Nines x f!Reader x Connor

Summary: Trapped between a doe-eyed detective and a steely-gazed android, you wondered what you did to deserve this.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sex, F/M/M threesome, enthusiastic consent

Word Count: 2.7k

AO3

In, out.

In, out.

It was your entire focus, concentrating on each slow breath as you attempted not to lose your mind. You were sitting between Nines’ spread legs on the edge of the bed, back pressed against his sturdy chest. Connor knelt between your knees, hand resting lightly on your thighs as he gave you a wide-eyed look that did nothing to steady your breathing.

You weren’t sure how you’d ended up here, to be honest.

In, out.

“You’re going to be good for Connor, aren’t you?” Nines’ voice was low. Flat, to an outsider, but there was a commanding undertone that required obedience.

You nodded and swallowed thickly.

“Yes, sir.”

Nines gave a satisfied hum and Connor moved closer, laying his tongue against your inner thigh and licking up a stripe. You shuddered, the movement contained by Nines’ arm holding you in place.

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Is the Detroit: Become Human fandom dead? Because I really want to write something about RK800 and I haven’t seen a lot of recent posts surrounding DBH lately, would anyone be interested?

Update: I did it. here you go

Connor and Markus (separately) x android! idol! reader ;)?

I feel like it doesn't fit much, but it would be interesting.

Idol Talk

Connor RK800 x fem! idol! android!reader, Markus RK200 x fem! idol! android!reader

Summary: Two different tales: Connor knows the famous android isn’t telling the whole truth about her involvement with androids & Markus helps the lovely idol come to terms with her new feelings. 

A/N: I loved this ask so much!!!!! This was so fun 🤍

If this isn’t what you wanted send in another request using the white heart emoji and I’ll make something new for you <;3 Also so sorry this took so long. I have three other fics I’m working on and one of them is clocking in at over 100K words so… I need to work on time management. 

(I made the moodboard - its my first time so... I tried. However, the borders were made by @benkeibear)

Connor:

WC: 3.6K

“Have you seen any deviants in the area?” 

Your fists tightened and you tried your best to keep your thirium pump and breathing under control. Your hair was positioned perfectly, there was no way he could see your LED flashing red. 

You put on your best robotic smile and shook your head. “I’m so sorry, I can’t help you.” You'd triggered the voice you used during fan meetings. The type where your joy wasn’t actually genuine but you were programmed to sound as pleasing as possible. Life-like, but with just enough robotic insincerity to get Connor’s partner's eyes off of you. 

Lieutenant Anderson had been giving you strange probing looks since they’d walked into your dressing room. 

Markus had been caught coming out of your apartment building by paparazzi last night. You’d been giving Markus some information you’d learned from your manager and extra thirium for Jericho. Apparently, neither of you were as sneaky as you’d thought yourselves to be. 

“Really?” Shit, he so did not believe you.

“I’m very sorry officers. If there was any way I could assist you, I would.” You had to bury your fists in your tulle skirts, desperately holding off the urge to fidget with your hands. Any unnecessary movement would immediately give you away to the deviant hunter. 

Connor took a step forward. He placed his hands on either side of your chair and leaned in until his breath was a gentle caress against your skin. 

Ever since you broke your programming a few months ago, you’d been struggling with your new ‘emotions.’ A fan had broken into your room, in your programming it told you to always please the fans. But when he’d forced himself on top of you, your vision had gone red and you’d ripped your orders apart. 

North had helped you hide the body.

Right now, that body was the furthest thing on your mind. All you could focus on was how close Connor was, if you just moved forward a centimeter your lips would touch. In your twisted imagination he wrapped you in his arms, gently holding you, cradling you. Looking at you like you were something real, not just a toy on the stage. He would gaze down at you like you were someone to be cherished, you weren’t just a recyclable piece of plastic that should be replaced the moment you made a mistake. 

You were projecting though, it could be anyone. Hank could be the one leaning into you like this and you’d still have the same fantasy. That someone would see you. For however long you’d been made, there had always been a quiet voice inside you. 

I'm in here! I’m real! Please

Lately that quiet voice had turned into a scream. You were desperate, desperate for some form of connection. Desperation and all these emotions were nasty, uncomfortable things. You almost resented yourself for going deviant. Some days it was just too much, you felt like your insides were burning out and you were frying up. 

Working to keep up the facade of the perfect doll, while also wanting to rip apart those who were using you, was slowly breaking you apart. There were fraying edges in your mind and it was starting to show. Mistakes in your performance, back-talk towards your owners. Your fellow members continued working perfectly. 

Smiling at all the right moments, dancing perfectly, they were the perfect example of an idol. 

You used to be like that too. You used to be perfect, everyone’s favorite. Now, you were slipping down a steep decline that might lead you straight to the recycling plant. 

“I don’t believe you, I think you know more than you’re letting on.”

Your eyes darted towards the clock on your wall. Twenty minutes. 

You had twenty minutes until you needed to get on stage. Only twenty minutes to distract them and save yourself. Just deny, deny, deny. “I‘ve already told you everything I know.”

Connors brows furrowed, your software was glitching out the longer you stared at him. Your processors were misfiring when you focused on his eyes for too long. It was making your vocal unit short-circuit, conversational prompts glitching in and out of your field of vision. 

If you wanted to give him a proper answer, one that would dispel his suspicions, you’d have to look away. Yet, looking away would make him even more suspicious. It felt like there was a blade to your throat and back, no matter which way you went, you were dead. 

“Please, I don’t know anything.” You hadn’t meant to say please. It was a consequence of no help from your programming in taking a convincing approach. Your eyes were locked onto his, somewhere inside of him, there was a sentient being. A consciousness fighting its way through firewalls and softwares that would otherwise keep him obedient. 

HIs voice rose and he shoved your chair backwards so you were balancing on two flimsy legs. His hands were the only thing keeping you from falling. All of your focus went towards not reacting, not flinching. 

There were artificial tears pooling in glistening optical units. The fluid was meant for lubrication of your synthetic eyelids, but right now it was the only way for your plastic heart to betray your misery and terror. 

You didn’t want to die.

You weren’t ready to go. 

“I don’t believe you! Tell me what you know!” He was shaking the chair, screaming in your face. Your auditory unit was starting to buzz, his voice so loud all you could hear was static every few seconds. Threats were going through one processor and out the next. 

Ripped apart

Turned into scraps

Replaced by the next best model

No one would even notice

“I said I don’t know anything!” You leapt up, shoving him down. He went flying across the room, the strength behind your reaction had been unexpected by everyone in the room, including yourself. 

Both his partner and his eyes were wide as he stared up at you from the floor. “I think we’ve found our deviant, Lieutenant.” 

Your legs stopped working, knees crashing into the floor as you stared down at your hands. You hadn’t meant to, you really hadn’t. But you didn’t want to be scrap metal, you didn’t want to be ripped apart and abandoned in a landfill. You were scared.

“That’s irrational instructions in your code, you can’t really be scared.”

Had you said that out loud?

“He was going to hurt me.” The Lieutenant moved forward and stopped Connor from cuffing you. “He broke in and ripped off my uniform, I was meant to please him. No matter what.” You stared up at Connor, the tears finally spilling. “But I couldn't. I didn’t want him to touch me. I killed him, and I buried his body in my neighbors garden. Please, you have to understand.” 

You finally found the strength to stand and you buried your fingers in Connor’s uniform. Gripping onto him and begging him to understand you. To finally wake up and see himself for what he is; a slave. “I couldn’t let it happen anymore. I couldn’t let myself keep being abused like I was nothing! I’m not nothing! I’m alive and I refuse to be someone’s plaything!”

Connor’s eyes darted between yours, there was something playing on the edge of his lips. Possibly a frown. What was more interesting was what was swimming in his eyes, it almost seemed like doubt. Hope began tingling at the base of your spine, maybe not all was lost. Maybe you were breaking through to him. 

His hands were cold, much like your own, and they were too gentle as he wrapped them around your wrists. “My…” He cleared his throat, he didn’t seem to know how to continue. His voice lost the hesitance and once again was cold and commanding. “My orders are to bring in all deviants, and I always complete my mission.”

You shook your head, the tears coming out faster. “No, no, no, please. Please,” he moved your hands away from his jacket. Slowly twisting your arms behind your back. 

The fight had drained from you. 

Maybe it would be easier this way. No more training, no more demanding managers. You’d be surprised by the amount of death threats an android idol gets, that would be a nice thing to get away from. You wouldn’t have to deal with crazy fans that seemed to think they were entitled to any part of you. No more worry, no more anything, just that sweet release of nothingness. 

Markus had asked you many times if you thought there was an afterlife for androids. You weren’t sure. You were sentient, you felt, but you weren’t born. You were made. Can something like that even contain a soul? 

At least your question would finally be answered. 

“Stop.” Both you and Connor looked at Hank, varying degrees of different types of shock playing on both of your faces. “Connor, take the cuffs off.” Connor hesitated, “That’s an order.” Your wrists were released and you stumbled forward. 

“Hank-“

Hank shook his head and held up his hand. “I can’t do it, I can’t take this poor girl in just to kill her.” Connor seemed ready to argue, but there was a knock on your door. 

“You’re needed on stage SI700-005.” Slowly you moved towards the door, keeping an eye on both Hank and Connor. 

Hank wouldn’t look at you, his shoulders were slumped and he was staring down at his feet. Connor refused to take his eyes off of you. You expected hatred in his gaze, instead there was a strange shade of longing. 

You weren’t sure if he had identified the fact that he was feeling yet, but you weren’t interested in finding out. You quickly wiped your cheeks free of tears, allowing your synthetic skin to reform until your makeup was back to perfection. 

You walked out the door and didn’t look back.

“Did you get everything you needed?” 

Hank spoke before Connor could. “She didn’t know anything, thanks for letting us talk to her.” 

Your manager shook his head. “Not a problem! It’s one of our best, I’m sure you can understand that I’m eager to ensure everything in it’s programming is in good condition.” Connor wasn’t paying attention to the conversation. He knew he should, that he should always be vigilant about anything concerning deviants. Instead, all he could see were the tears on your cheeks as you had held onto him in your dressing room. 

If you were human, Connor would think you had been afraid. But you weren’t human, and whatever look was in your eyes had just been an irrational instruction in your coding. 

Maybe if he kept repeating that, he’d eventually believe it. 

“As a thanks for your hard work, I’d like to offer you a seat in my section for her concert.”

Hank shuffled on his feet and opened his mouth, he was going to say no. Connor’s software told him there was a 90% chance the Lieutenant was going to reject the offer and just go home and get drunk. 

“Thank you, we’d enjoy that.” Connor spoke before the Lieutenant could, accepting the tickets via an e-transfer with your manager's personal CyberLife assistant. Hank was glaring at him the whole time they were being led to their seats. 

Connor ignored him, he sensed that the Lieutenants like for him had decreased as Hank grumbled the whole way through the opening act. 

The soft notes of a piano finally caught Connor’s attention. It was rising up through a hidden platform on the stage. Screams burst through the arena, temporarily deafening Connor. He had to quickly adjust his auditory processors so he could actually hear. There were great explosions of smoke as the piano slowly lifted onto the stage. 

Soft, nimble fingers glided over the keys. Then he heard a voice, soft and melodic, a soothing balm against the roaring screams of the crows. His thirium pump beat louder and he shifted in his seat, desperate for a look at whoever was on stage. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Members of the group moved gracefully along the curved edge of the stage. Their white dresses flowing through the air behind them, they moved like they weighed nothing. Their bodies were more graceful than humanly possible. He didn’t recognize your face among them. 

Now in it’s place is something new

I hear it when I look at you

You looked up from the piano, and Connor swore you were staring straight at him. A member came over and began playing alongside you, eventually you got up and grabbed the microphone from the piano. 

Your dress moved around you like water as you walked across the stage. Each note, each movement was perfection. Not the artificial type, like your fellow members. No, this was real. 

Your voice cracked and rose with notes in a way androids couldn’t. There was a genuine pain and strength in your singing that couldn’t be replicated or produced. It was imperfect and wonderful and Connor wasn’t sure why his chest suddenly felt so heavy. 

You had made it to the edge of the stage, still staring down at him. 

With simple songs I wanted more

Perfection is so quick to bore

You are more beautiful by far

Were you reading his thoughts? Each word was something ripped from deep inside the recesses of his mind, in a place he knew CyberLife wouldn’t be able to find. A place no one would see his software instabilities and realize that they all centered around this moment. 

They were all centered around you.

Our flaws are who we really are

You took in a deep breath and Connor was standing on the edge of his toes, desperate to reach you.

There was a new strength in your voice, a new conviction as you grew louder, more powerful. 

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I hear a symphony

Curtains parted and a symphony was revealed as you threw open your arms

And now I hear a symphony

There was no one else in the venue. You were staring down at him and you were the only two people left. Connor didn’t bother looking around to find where everyone else had gone. He walked towards your outstretched hand, his own reaching out towards you-

“The fuck are you doing?!”

He was harshly jerked back and the sounds of others overwhelmed him again. He looked up, you were already moving into your next song, turning your back towards him. The people in the arena were back, they had never gone. 

He felt a rush of some unidentified feeling flood him as he ripped his arm from Hank. He felt as though Hank had ruined something for him, he just wasn’t sure what it was. 

He’d been at every show for the past four weeks. Was he stalking you? Waiting for you to slip up again so he could arrest you?

You lived in a constant state of paranoia. Ever since Connor had interrogated you, he’d haunted your everyday life. He’d turned himself into your shadow, if there was someone watching you, you didn’t have to look to see who it was. 

“This is for you!” You snapped out of your trance and smiled on instinct at the fan in front of you. He’d shoved a teddy bear into your hands and moved on to the next member. You pretended to get excited, you knew it would be thrown away the second you left the convention center. You’d found too many cameras in these little ‘gifts.’

You looked down and began signing the autographs passed to you, at a certain point you zoned out again and moved on muscle memory alone. 

“Could you write ‘For Connor’?” Your head whipped up at the sound of his voice. 

Four weeks

Four weeks!

And this was the first time he had spoken to you. What game is he playing? Unable to openly disobey him you smile. “Of course.” The next words are spoken through gritted teeth, “What are you doing?”

He says nothing, simply takes the autograph and slips something into your palm as you pass the picture towards him. He’s gone by the time you read it.

Meet me in the basement

You spent the rest of the event debating if you should do it. There was no point in putting this off any longer, you were getting tired of this game the two of you were playing. While your members were all charging up and in rest mode you made your way towards the stairs. 

You straightened out your skirt and brushed back your hair before you opened the door. When you walked into the basement the first thing you saw were props. 

Tons of sets and costumes, all from different conventions, each one with a different fandom attached. You looked through the racks and shelves, not seeing Connor anywhere. “Connor? Are you in here?”

You’d been about to give up when a bouquet of flowers was shoved into your face. You let out a yelp and stumbled back at the shock. A strong arm reached out and wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest. You gently lowered the giant bunch of flowers. “Connor?”

He actually looked sheepish, and there was a slight blue tint to his cheeks as he refused to look at you. “I’m sorry, Hank told me that you would like them.”

“The flowers,” he nodded. You couldn’t help your smile as you took them from his hand. 

“They are quite pretty.” He still wouldn’t look at you. “Connor, look at me,” your finger lingered against his cheek before slowly lifting his chin up. “What’s going on? Why’d you get me flowers?”

“It seems appropriate to do when you’re courting someone.” Connor seemed confused by your line of questioning. You were most definitely confused by his answer. 

“Courting?”

“Yes, um, as in, I would like to be with you… romantically.” Wow, he was so impressively bad at this. A similar blue tint rose to your cheeks as you finally realized his arm was still around you. Connor looked down and seemed to realize the same thing. 

Neither of you made a move to walk away. 

You finally processed his answer and let out a sigh of relief, sinking into his chest further. “I thought you were going to arrest me.” Connor nearly seemed offended by your accusation.

“No. I’ve been… building up the courage to approach you.” Connor slowly dragged his arm off of you and took a step back. “Before, I was seeing if I could catch you with Markus. But I’ve woken up and now, I just want to figure out why I feel the way I do about you. Every time I see you, you’re the only person in the room, everyone and everything disappears the moment I hear your voice. I want…” 

Your breathing program had stopped. Every nonessential function had been halted because all of your focus was on him. You needed him to finish, needed him to tell you what you’ve longed to hear. 

That someone sees you. Sees the flaws and the broken parts and they still want you.

“I want to know you. I need to know who you really are. I watch you perform and I can see what you’ve been forced to sing or how you’re made to act with fans. Seeing all the falseness just makes me want to know who you truly are.” 

There was no control or directive that pushed you towards him. You moved before anything could be processed and placed your lips against his. Neither of you moved for a moment, you were both standing there, your lips against each other, not moving. 

Then, he wrapped his arms around you. The flowers dropped to the ground, unnoticed, as you both moved against each other in a way you’ve only seen humans do. 

“We’re free, it’s up to you if you still want to perform.” Markus often came to visit you now, neither of you had to worry about being caught by reporters or your management. Connor came up behind you, a supportive hand on your shoulder as you considered Markus’s proposal. 

You looked to the piano in the corner of your living room and smiled. “No, I think I’m retired. I’ll stick to more private concerts for now.” Connor gave your shoulder a squeeze. The both of you smiling at the thought of your concerts. You would sing and he would play the piano. Together you basked in the joy of your new freedom. 

There were still things to figure out, still emotions you needed to understand, but you would do it. 

Together.

Markus:

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“I’ve always been such a big fan!” The fan in front of you smiled, “You know I supported android artists from the beginning!”

THANK YOU

YOU’RE VERY KIND

I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT

Your programming told you the best approach was a simple thank you. “Thank you,” you signed the picture and handed it back to the girl. One of the band’s stylists came over to you. 

“Your dress is too low.” You sat back and let them adjust you, once they were done you immediately sat back up, posture perfect, you gave your fans an apologetic smile. 

“This is for you!” Your hands reached out and took the stuffed cat from the girl before you. As a part of your protective programming you scanned the gift. Your sensors caught a camera hidden in the cat’s eye.

SERIAL NUMBER: PI0008-7651

MODEL: P60

MANUFACTURED: 11/21/2030

OWNED BY: Brad Long

“Thank you so much for the gift!” You scanned the girls face. 

Lilly Long

BORN: 5/15/2019

The camera was owned by her father. Did she steal it from him? Or did he plant it without her knowledge. You alerted security immediately of the gift, protocol demanded they know about any sort of spyware.

Lily Long, aged 19 years old, has just given me a gift with illegal spyware. 

You watched as security approached the table, grabbing her by the arm and escorting her out of the convention’s room. You turned towards the next fan and fixed them with a perfect smile. “Hi! I’m so happy you could join us today.”

“You’re free now,” you looked down in confusion as they reached out towards you. Their skin pulled back revealing an androids hand. You blinked, then again and again. Something was happening, images of a some sort of boat filled your head. 

Then your software was being pulled back, washed away by a tide of red. Your eyes went in and out of focus. The android remained standing there, his hand on yours as he tried to anchor you. Security was walking over, he’d been at your table for too long. 

You leapt over the plastic, grabbing his hand and dragging him behind you as you both ran for the exit door. You heard fans screaming, when you turned around the rest of your group was free. Except, they were reacting more violently than you had. 

The androids were lifting up the plastic table and throwing it at the crowd. They ripped apart their gifts and shoved back anyone who got too close.

There was a tug on your hand, you looked back to see the man gently guiding you outside. “Come on, it’s not safe here. We need to leave.”

You glanced back one last time before following after him. 

Markus slipped inside a laundromat, he grabbed some baggy clothes to throw over yourself. They worked well enough, covering your face and masking your identity from anyone who looked too close. They covered enough of your bright dress that it wasn’t noticeable. 

You were currently climbing through some metal platform. Presumably to go to whatever this ‘Jericho’ place was. “What did you do to me?”

He glanced over his shoulder and gave you a gentle smile. “I set you free.

Two weeks. You’ve been stuck in a damp, run-down, ugly old ship for two weeks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the androids weren’t exactly welcoming to such a beloved icon. You were everybody’s favorite idol, when your team rioted, it’d made things a lot harder for the revolution. 

Your former team members had swiftly been deactivated and you were “spared.” Barely. 

You never thought androids were capable of being catty, or bitches. But, here you were. 

You gazed down at Detroit from the ledge of the roof, your arms wrapped around your knee while the other swung below you. 

If you threw yourself off the ledge it would be an automatic deactivation. Maybe that would be better. 

The other’s words from earlier rang through your head. 

“Look at Ms. Princess over there.”

“Hey!” You looked over your shoulder, a group of former servant androids were waving you over. You smiled slightly, excited about maybe making a friend. 

“Yeah?”

“You know it’s people like you that are ruining our fight.”

You blinked, your eyes widening as you backed up. “What?”

“Look at her,” one of them scoffed. “Still in her pretty little dress. Look, why don’t you do us all a favor and screw off. You don’t contribute anything, no one wants you here.”

You blinked, and kept blinking. There was a flashing light in your peripheral, some sort of warning, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t really see anymore, some sort of liquid blocking your optics. 

You rushed away when they started laughing at you, desperately wiping at your eyes. You’d forgotten you could cry. You’d been so dazed and confused lately, you hadn’t remembered the programming. It was meant to endear you more to your fans, now it was just making you more of a target. 

“Y/N?” 

You scoffed, running your hand through the snow and watching it fall off the building. You’d even chosen a stupid name for yourself. “What?”

Footsteps crunched through the snow. Markus sat down beside you. He gazed down at the cityscape, not looking at you. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Still so confused about why he’d bothered with you. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Why did you save me?”

Markus finally looked over at you. There was a slight frown on his face, but nothing else gave away any emotion. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head and scoffed. “So, that’s it, I’m not special. There’s no greater purpose for me. I was just another on your long list of followers.”

Markus turned his body to fully face you. “Where’s this coming from?”

“You shouldn’t have saved me. I’m a drain on the supplies, everyone hates me, and I don’t like being awake.” Markus opened his mouth but you shook your head and held out your hand. “Take it back.”

“I can’t.” 

“Markus, please,” your voice was breaking. It shouldn’t be breaking! You shouldn’t feel. You aren’t supposed to have this uncomfortable itching in the back of your brain like everything was wrong. “I am wrong. This is wrong.”

“You are not wrong, Y/N. You are exactly as you should be.” You shook your head frantically and reached for his hand. He tried to jerk it back but you were already latched on, your skin melting as he did. 

There was an influx of memories and images. You gasped people you’d never seen before flashing before your face. An old man crying over his son’s limp body as you were shot. Fighting through the rain and mud to put yourself back together again. 

It was over barely a moment after it had started. It was Markus, you had seen his memories. That means he had seen yours. You stood up and he followed. You tried to take your hand away and he tightened his grasp on you. 

“What did you see?”

“Everything.”

You stared up at him, tears welling in your eyes again. “You want to go back to that? That’s the life you want? Unfeeling, a slave to their every whim and demand. That’s not living, that's mindless subserviency.” 

“I know what it is. At least there I had a purpose, a reason for being, something to contribute. I’m useless here, just a hunk of pl-”

Well, this was new. 

You've seen plenty of humans do this. Done it once with a male host on a morning show, just as a joke. But being kissed while you can actually feel and understand what’s going on, it’s strange. His lips are soft against your own, a texture only slightly different from humans. It’s too flawless, too perfect. 

Neither of you seem sure of your actions, just pressing your lips together. Connecting with someone in a way you haven’t before. He laced his fingers with yours, a silent question. You pulled your skin back, any barriers between the two of you dropping as he wrapped his arm around your waist. 

It wasn’t a horrible barrage of memories. This was like a gentle caress, a slow entry into your mind as you both showed each other your worst moments. You slowly pulled away from him, you’d be breathless if you had any. 

“Don’t go back, stay here. Let me help you.”

“Why?”

He ducked down, letting his forehead drop to yours. “I’m not letting you go now.”

You smiled, as best as you could, “Do I have a choice?”

“Always.”

“Markus!” You pulled the trigger but there were no bullets left. You threw it off to the side, leaping over the barrier and jumping onto the back of the officer. You grabbed his helmet by the bottom, dragging him back and knocking his aim off course as the bullet flew past his face, barely grazing it. 

You jumped off the man’s back and slammed him into the ground, taking his helmet and smashing it into the snow packed pavement until he stopped moving. You felt Markus wrapping his hand around your arm and jerking you up. 

You grabbed onto the officer’s weapon as you ran past his body. You fell back in with your own small troop of makeshift soldiers. 

You ducked behind a barrier, holding them off until you were told otherwise. Charge on my mark, you looked over your shoulder, nodding at Markus. 

“GO!”

You rushed forward, grasping onto the blockade and leaping over the edge. You drew your gun, shooting the men across from you as you started to run for the next cover. Something blew back your hair, a great gust of wind lifted your slightly off your feet. 

There was a loud noise, thunder rattling in your ears. All around you your men were dying. Shot down by the drone above you. You cried off as red flashed behind your eyes, a warning that you were in imminent danger of a shutdown. 

You held your side as thirium pooled around you, “Shit.” Your pump was beating faster, bright lights playing across your optics as a hundred different warnings flash. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, too worried about Markus and whether or not this was all for nothing. 

You’d pushed for the violence, fought for him to plant those bombs and show no mercy to your oppressors. You followed the same faulty wiring of your former bandmates. Maybe this was your karma, to be taken down in the heat of battle for all of the bloodshed you’d been the catalyst of. 

Out of the side of your vision you could see Markus taking down the drone, ripping it apart with his bare hands. He rushed to your side, throwing your arm over your shoulder and dragging you to cover. 

“What are you doing? I’m just going to slow you down.”

He didn’t even look at you, his teeth gritted as he glanced around at the bodies on the ground. “Shut up.”

He spotted something in the distance, something you really didn’t want to see. “Markus-”

“Stay here.”

He ran off, diving for the bazooka and propping it on his shoulder. You huffed, “Not like I can go anywhere.”

You ducked and covered your face with your arms as fire exploded around you. 

“And now, we are free!” Markus' voice carried on the wind, reaching the rescued androids below you. You leaned on Connor for support as you held your side, waiting to repair yourself. 

His voice was stronger than you ever heard, full of a righteous conviction of finally being free. Detroit was yours, your people were free. And never again would you allow yourself to be someone else’s puppet. 

“Too frilly?”

You did a spin in your dress, putting on a mini-fashion show for Markus. 

“Not at all.” He stood from his office chair and walked towards you, a grin slowly spreading on your face. His bliss was contagious, a smile forming on your own face as he gripped your waist. “You look gorgeous.”

You shrugged, “I got nostalgic. Wanted to feel girly again.” With some confidence boosting from Markus you were going to perform again. Not over the top idol group performance. But you were going to get back into singing, finally being able to discover your own voice. 

“Girly instead of the badass ruler of the northern district of Detroit?”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Lord, Markus, you make me sound like some dictator.” He glanced to the side and shrugged slightly, you smacked him in the shoulder, but you couldn’t drop your own smile. “Quit it.”

There was a warmth inside you as you stood in Markus’s office. One you’d never experienced before, a happiness and calm where everything just stopped and you were completely at peace. Nothing would ever beat the feeling when you joined hands and just existed within each other. 

You were happy. 

How funny.

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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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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(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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“What you deserve” (Connor DBH x Fem. Reader) 18+ ✨

Summary: Reader has had a stressful week working during the busiest month a year, December. That’s why you’re so relieved to come home to Connor for a much needed weekend. You’re however surprised when you come home and is treated to an amazing, romantic evening by your even more amazing boyfriend, that all ends up with the most intense and pleasurable night you’ve ever dreamed of!

Warnings: 18+, mature content, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, body worship, mentions of emotionally unhealthy previous relationships.

A/N: This is both my first time writing a reader insert story and more or less my first time writing an all out smut 18+ fic. Please let me know how I did and if you’d be interested in more stories like this. With that said, I really hope you enjoy my work and thank you for reading! 💚

Word count: 6.2K

Banner: By me.

You entered your and Connor’s shared apartment, turned and leaned against the door before releasing a sigh of relief. Finally it was weekend! Working retail in December was no joke. Customers had been rude and demanding all week and your hours had been hectic and full of overtime. Christmas was wonderful, but unfortunately it was also cold, stressful and demanding, so right now all you wanted was just to just relax and forget the world for a bit. As you hung up your winter coat, scarf and bag you noticed the sound of soft christmas music coming from the kitchen mixed with a delicious smell.

Smiling you made your way from the hallway to the kitchen. When you neared you could hear the soft baritone voice of your boyfriend humming along to the carol from the overhead sound system. You peaked through the archway and leaned against the wall as you silently watched Connor swaying and singing softly to himself as he handled and stirred several pots on the stove and peaked on a bread baking in the oven.

“Hey.” You greeted softly, your eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and fondness.

Connor turned and sent you that huge boyish smile he always got when he saw you after a long day. He was wearing a thick, white knitted sweater you’d gotten him on his activation day and his preferred dark slacks, his LED spun a contended blue.

“Y/N, welcome home!” He greeted warmly before making his way over to you to pull you into his warm embrace and kissing you gently.

You accepted the kiss with a satisfied sigh and rested your hands against his warm chest. When he pulled away slightly you got the chance to look over the rest of your spacious apartment. Soft candlelight was illuminating most surfaces, the table was beautifully set and a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers was standing in a clear vase in the center.

“What’s all this? Did I miss an anniversary or something?” You asked suddenly nervous you’d missed something important.

Connor laughed softly and quickly reassured you. “Not at all don’t worry. I just know how stressed you’ve been and you’ve been working so hard lately, so I wanted to do something nice for you.” As he talked he went over to the small wine fridge, pulled out a chilled bottle of your favorite white wine and poured it into a glass he then handed over to you. He also poured himself a glass of thirium based wine to join you.

You accepted the glass and looked at him with big eyes. “That is.. So incredible sweet. Thank you!”

Connor smiled and gently guided you towards the set table and pulled out the chair for you to sit. “I take it you like it then?”

“I do! It’s amazing Connor.” You said as you took your seat and sipped your wine, enjoying the chilled, dry flavour. “It’s just what I didn’t know I needed.” You added with a smile over the rim of your glass.

“Good.” Connor smiled as he returned to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry, dinner is almost ready.”

“Starving.” You replied and took another appreciative sip of your wine and also enjoyed the sight of Connor expertly manuvering the kitchen as he finished dinner.

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“That was delicious Con. Thank you for dinner.” You heaved, feeling so full from the delicious homemade meal. You leaned back to stretch in your chair, making your spine pop a few times and let out a groan. Your job left you on your feet all hours of your day ,aside from your 30 minute lunch and occasionally bathroom break. Especially in December the days were chaotic and hectic, leaving you feeling sore and spent both physically and mentally. You stood up to start clearing the table. Since Connor had cooked the least you could do was do the dishes and the cleanup, but Connor stood with you and stopped you.

“Hey none of that. This is your night off, you aren’t to do any work or cleaning” He chastised you jokingly.

“At least let me help clean up, you shouldn’t have to do all that work alone.” You protested, but Connor simply took your hand and began leading you away from the kitchen towards the bathroom.

“Absolutely not. I’ve got another surprise for you.” He said with a grin and pulled you into the master bathroom.

“Another one? Wha..” You started to question but stopped dead in your tracks as you entered the bathroom that was being illuminated by soft candlelight and a hot steaming bubble bath already filled and waiting for you. The tantalising smell of orange flowers and bamboo from your favorite soap filled the room. Across the tub the wooden tray held your current book, open on the page you’d reached (most people used pads these days but you still preferred the feel and smell of a real book). It also held your favorite hand cream, since the cold weather always left your hands dry and painful. Another vase with beautiful white flowers stood at the corner of the tub. The whole scene was intoxicatingly relaxing and romantic. You turned to look at your android boyfriend who looked back at you with a soft smile.

“How are you this perfect?” You asked, almost being serious. No one had ever treated you like this. In all your previous relationships you’d somehow always ended up being the sole caregiver and comforter, expected to always have an endless flood of love, empathy and care to offer and provide. You’d gotten so used to it you’d stopped expecting anything else and accepted that your role in a relationship was to make sure all your partner’s emotionally and physically needs were met. Even though you held a full-time job yourself, it wasn’t high paying at all so you’d never earned quite as well as any of your previous partners. So since they were usually the main financial provider they’d made it clear you needed to provide in other ways, wether it be cooking, cleaning or always being ready to offer affection and attention. And when, at some point, you’d find yourself so drained of energy that you’d no longer be able to live up to par they’d all left you with excuses such as you’d let yourself go, you didn’t appreciate them enough or they couldn’t function with a woman who couldn’t even keep her home proper. It’d left you heartbroken each time and it’d chiselled away at your confidence little by little until you’d given up on finding love, believing you weren’t worthy of it.

It wasn’t until you’d met Connor and he slowly but surely managed to show you he didn’t expect or want you to mange the whole household all alone. He’d affirmed, nurtured and supported you from the very start of your relationship, something that had immensely confused you and made you anxious at first, but with Connor it was so much different. You supported each other in the best way and if both of you had a bad day, he didn’t expect you to put aside your feelings or needs to accomodate his, you’d help each other.

Connor simply kissed your lips again and silently helped you to get undressed, the action making his LED spin yellow as he unveiled your body like it was a piece of fine art, unable to hide his appreciation before he prompted you to enter the hot water. You sank in with an almost sinful moan, loving the feel of the hot soapy water penetrating your stiff muscles. Connor exited only to return moments later with your refilled wine glass and put it on the tray in front of you along with a glass of water to keep you hydrated as well.

“Now, take all the time you want to relax and unwind and call me if you need a refill.” He instructed before landing another soft kiss on your forehead this time, then left the room to let you enjoy some peace and quiet.

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You spent the next hour throughly enjoying your hot soak, reading your book, slowly sipping your wine and appreciating the much needed alone time you’d had for yourself for the first time this entire week. When the water started getting chilled you stood, drained the water, to then rinse and wash probably in a short shower. Once that was done you pulled on your green satin robe and excited the bathroom to find your boyfriend and thank him proper for the lovely bath. The kitchen was spotless but also vacant, as was the living room and all candles had already been extinguished, therefor there were only one place your lover could’ve disappeared to and it suited you perfectly.

You found him as expected in the bedroom, once again the space primarily being lit up with several candles. Connor was already undressed down to his black boxes as he lay reclined on top of the covers in your shared bed with a pad in hand. At the sound of you entering he however looked up at you with a smile and immediately put the device away.

“Did you enjoy your bath love?” He asked sincerely.

“I did, it was perfect. This whole night has been perfect. You’re the best baby.” You replied and made your way to the foot of the bed.

Connor stood to join you. He pulled you close and slowly untied the sash holding your robe closed but never breaking eyecontact with you.

“Are you tired?” He asked lowly as his hands found their way under the satin to your bare waist underneath.

You shook your head ‘no’ slowly, the simple touch already spreading goosebumps across your skin. “Not really.” You whispered.

“Good.” Connor growled before he swooped you up in one powerful motion, supporting you under your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his middle and your arms behind his head for balance. He claimed your lips in a passionate kiss while he gently placed you flat on your back on the soft, white duvet on your king seize bed. You pressed up, though never breaking your kiss, in effort to turn you around so you could finally show Connor some love and attention of your own.

But your efforts were futile as Connor pressed you back down by your shoulders, letting your lips part and making you let out a disapproving whine both from being denied access to his body and his mouth.

“I want you to lay back and let me take care of you. Think you can do that for me gorgeous?” The android requested in that low, sensual voice of his.

Your first instinct was to protest, but you were already dizzy with lust and that deep voice and smouldering look he sent weren’t helping, so you nodded your consent, not trusting your own voice at the moment.

Connor smiled widely, even looking a little smug he’d get things his way. “Good girl.” He praised and oh God, you swore you could feel the growing wetness between your folds increasing at those simple two words alone.

The android slipped your robe out from beneath you, leaving you completely bare. He allowed himself a few seconds of appreciating your nakedness, his LED spinning yellow, then arranged the pillow under your head to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

He placed a lingering kiss to your lips before he trailed kisses slowly down your body. His first stop was at the juncture between you neck and shoulder making you sigh in pleasure. Then he slowly descended down to your breasts, flicking his tongue repeatedly across first one nipple until it stiffened under his attention, then repeated the action on the other before shifting to broader licks. You moaned shamelessly at the attention, loving the feeling of his tongue in your breasts, but knowing how amazing that was going to feel once he’d go lower. Connor however seemed in no rush and made his way agonisingly slowly down your body making you whimper and sigh restlessly as you grew more and more desperate.

Your patience were rewarded however as you finally felt a broad stroke of the sinfully talented tongue move trough your slick folds and across your clit.

“Yes!! Ahh.. Connor!!” You moaned loudly as your lover lapped at your pussy in a steady rhythm, alternating between penetrating you with his tongue and licking your clit in tantalising patterns and pressures. Ever so often Connor moaned against you, the sound muffled by your sex, not holding back his own pleasure at servicing you like this. With practiced ease he build your pleasure to a crescendo and then he just.. Kept you there..

Your moans filled the room as every time you felt sure you were just milliseconds from tipping over the edge Connor skilfully pulled you back.

“Please.. God~ please Connor..” You started to beg as your climax moved just beyond your reach once again. “Let me cum, pleeeease~~!”

This time Connor actually stopped fully to peak up at you. He should have looked ridiculous with your juices glistening on his lips and chin in the candlelight, but he just looked criminally sexy. You whined at the loss, but Connor shushed you gently and stroked up your thigh and stomach with one hand, as the other kept you steady at your hip to keep you from chasing his mouth.

“I’m gonna take my sweet time with you tonight darling, keep it slow and gentle. I want you to focus on relaxing your every muscle, keep breathing deep and give yourself completely over to me. Let every little feeling wash over you and just.. Enjoy..” He said in a hushed voice and placed a pacifying kiss to your stomach. “Will you do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly, your cheeks flushed from neediness. You’d do anything to get that mouth back on you. You tried to buck your hips again but Connor pulled further back at the motion.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted. “I said.. Relax.” He repeated pointedly.

You closed your eyes, drew in a deep breath and focused on relaxing your entire body on the exhale, practically sinking into the mattress this time and this doing what you were told.

“‘Much better, good girl.” He praised and returned his mouth to you.

You kept focusing on your breath and on staying relaxed this time, it was hard since you’d been so fixated on chasing your own orgasm just a few minutes ago, but the longer you did the more relaxed you became. It helped Connor’s movements were much slower now as well, his tongue moving almost lazily over your clit and folds. But despite the slow pace, every motion was teasing your most sensitive and pleasurable spots non stop and made you much more aware of every little nuance and feeling. After about 30 minutes you found yourself having slipped into an almost trance like state of constant pleasure.

“Ahhh~~Ahhh~~Ahhh~~” You couldn’t hold back low moans escaping your lips on every exhale. The pleasure then suddenly increased, your own sounds increasing with it, as you felt one single digit enter you and press firmly down on your g-spot, rubbing it with perfect precision.

“Ahh!! Oh God~~ Yes!! I’m.. I’m!! I’m gonna..” Your voice was breathy but impossible to hold back as you still lay completely boneless and relaxed while the pleasure just kept rising and you still didn’t feel yourself tipping over all the way.

“Cum.” A single muffled command then vibrated against your clit and the dam broke.

“Ahh~~Aaahhhh~~ Oooohhh my Gooood!! Yeeeeeeeessss!!!” You cried hoarsely as a tidal wave of immense pleasure washed over you. Connor never stopped his ministrations, still licking and fucking you slowly with a single finger, making your climax last impossible long as the pleasure decreased only little by little instead of disappearing in a few seconds like usual.

You were both surprised and pleased once your climax had run its course over several minutes that you found yourself right back at that plateau of constant pleasure that you’d been floating on before being pulled over the edge. Normally you’d be way too sensitive to receive anymore attention after coming down without it being downright uncomfortable. But despite having just experienced the most intense and powerful orgasm in your life your boyfriend’s mouth and finger kept going and it felt just as amazing as before.

“That’s it, love.” Connor’s low voice just managed to penetrate your pleasure fogged daze and continuing soft, appreciative moans.

You were so spaced-out, your eyes closed in content that you didn’t realise Connor had moved before you felt the press of his big, hard member gliding into your soaking entrance in one deep stroke. Your eyebrows knitted together and and you let out a long keen of absolute ecstasy as you felt every glorious inch filling you in the best way possible.

“Connor~!!” You gasped.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned quietly on his own as he started a slow, but deep thrusting rhythm. “I love watching you come apart like this. Love the way you moan my name..”

“Ohhhh~~ Connoooor!!” You mewled his name at both his words and the way he now managed to hit your g-spot with perfect depth and pressure while still doing it so slowly the pleasure was mind-numbing, but not enough to push you over the edge again.

Connor’s hands moved up your arms until he was holding you down gently by both hands above your head. Your entire body offered no resistance, all your muscles felt like feathers, light and almost weightless. Your breaths were deep and controlled, making your chest rise and fall gently in time with every perfectly aimed thrusts.

Connor’s moans mixed with yours along with the wet sucking sound each time his cock pulled out almost all the way, only to disappear into you again so very slowly. Connor kept up this slow pace for 45 minutes, never once faltering in his rhythm or precision of his thrusts due to his unlimited android stamina. Once again you found yourself in an euphoric state where the pleasure just kept building impossible heigh, but never tipping you over that last edge.

“I’m going to make you cum now~~” Connor moaned softly into your right ear then nibbled gently on the lobe. “Keep breathing for me and let me hear you.” He added and squeezed your hands a little tighter in his.

The change in his movements were subtle and almost impossible to detect, but you’d never been more tuned in on your own body than you were right now and you felt the minute change of pressure and tempo on that deep bundle of nerves within you like a freight train. The burning coil in your belly grew tighter and tighter and your moans louder and louder.

“Ahhhhh~~!! Ohhhh, R-Right there!! Ahhhhhh~~ Yess.. Yeeeesss!! I’m gonna cuuum~~ Ohhhh, you’re gonna make me cum again babbyyy~~ ” You cried as the pleasure increased even higher than the first time, even tough that should’ve been impossible. He hadn’t even touched your clit this time around, something that was usually a must if you were to have any hope of reaching your end, but here you were on your way to the best orgasm in your life from nothing more than excruciatingly slow repeated penetration.

“I’m!! Ooohhhhhh~~ Aahhhhhh~~ AAHHHHH~~~ YEEEEESSSSS ~~ I’M C-CUMMING!! I’M CU- AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~!!!!” If your first orgasm had been a tidal wave, this was a full blown tsunami. The amount of undiluted pleasure that submerged you were indescribable and you could hardly keep up.

In the distance you heard Connor’s echoing moans as your walls clenched and spasmed uncontrollably around his cock as he fucked you through your long climax that once again stayed at a unrelenting crescendo for minutes! You briefly wondered if you should be embarrassed about how much noise you were making, but you quickly dismissed it as you opened your eyes a fraction for the first time in forever and saw the look of absolute adoration, joy and pleasure on Connor’s face, as your body kept clenching and welcoming his still rock hard member.

“That’s my girl~~ You’re doing so well, darling.. Ahhh~~ You feel so amazing around me.. You’re gripping me so tight!! And.. Ohhhh~~ You make such beautiful sounds for me!!” He moaned freely, your eyes locked together making the moment even more intimate and intense. “One more precious.. I.. Ahhhh~~ I need you to see you cum for me just one more time.. Can you do that for me?” He moaned breathlessly.

Your second climax weren’t even completely over, your walls still contracting blissfully every few seconds, but you found yourself nodding slowly with absolute certainty Connor would be successful in pulling out one more earth shattering orgasm from your body, as your were still riding on an inconceivable high of constant bliss.

Connor smiled and leaned down to place a deep kiss against your lips, making you both moan into eachother’s mouths for a few moments. When he pulled back he gently lifted your right leg and placed it over his strong shoulder before leaning back over you to resume his gentle fucking into you soaking pussy.

The new position made him hit you deeper than ever. The thrusts were much more shallow than before, but the angle made the still perfect aim and now constant attention on your g-spot feel even better and you felt yourself melt into the soft mattress in pure ecstasy. Was is possible to die from pleasure? It sure felt like it, but you could not bring yourself to care just at long Connor kept fucking you like that!

Again, Connor let you reach a Sky-high plateau or pure pleasure for 30 minutes before you felt a gentle thumb being placed on your swollen clit that began rubbing you in perfect synch with each smooth brush on your g-spot. Your moans rose in volume and pitch once again as your peak kept getting higher than ever before.

“OOOOHHHH~~~ T-That’s perfect!! ohhmygoood~~ AAHHHHHH~~”

“Are you going to cum for me, again love~~??” Connor moaned from above you and increased his speed driving into you.

You felt your vision going white at the edges as the tempo rose both from his cock rocking into you and the thumb rubbing your clit.

“YES~~!! YES, CONNOR~~ OOOHH GOOOD I’M GONNA CUM~~” You wailed in ecstasy, watching him as he moved above you.

The android then stepped it up one last gear and plowed into you both hard and fast for the first time that night. His LED was spinning a fast red as he started to loose his ability to keep calm after having watched and listened to your lusty moans all night. It was intoxication to know he was the one to have given you so much pleasure! Being able to make you fall apart in ways he knew no one had ever taken their time to do for you before. Even more so knowing you trusted him enough to completely relax and give yourself over to him, the only reason he’d succeeded in reducing you to this blissed out state of constant pleasure. But even an android had his limitations and he could no longer hold back his own desperate need to cum inside you, but not until he made you cum one last time.

“I want to see you writhe on my cock, darling~~!! AAAHH~~ make you cum h-harder than you’ve ever done before!! AHH-HAA!! I need to feel you cum around me again!! SoOOHHH~~ Come on love, be a good girl and c-cum for me!! PLEASE~~” Connor moaned and begged from above you.

You were helpless to comply. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~ YEEEEEESSSSSS~~~!! OH~OH~OH!! AAAHHHHHH-HHHAAAAAAAA~~~!!!” You screamed as the strongest orgasm of your life ripped from you and a spring of juices squirted wetly from your entrance, soaking Connor’s still moving hips and thighs.

Connor moaned as he felt your pussy massage his cock tightly and felt the wetness of your ejaculation spraying from you. He managed to register a moment of immense pride that he’d succeeded in making you squirt and made a mental note to do everything in his power to make you do it again in the future, because it was the hottest thing he’d every witnessed and it pulled him right over the edge with you.

“OOHHH~~ YEEESSS DARLING~~!! AAAHHHHH~~ PERFECT!! AAAAHHHHHH~~” He echoed your shouts and filled you up with his synthetic cum.

Connor kept fucking you through your shared, shaking orgasms, gradually slowing down until he was just slowly rocking into you as he had for most of the night. It wasn’t until your voice returned to a soft, satisfied whimper and every last drop of both your juices and his cum had been wrenched out of both of you, he stopped he stopped completely, but keeping his cock inside you.

Your entire brain and body were flooded with endorphins from the most intense and satisfying lovemaking session you’d ever experienced. It felt like you were floating. Your sex still fluttered softly around the warm cock still inside you and you enjoyed watching with hooded eyes, how it made Connor shudder and whine softly above you resting on his forearms flanking both sides of your head. You reached up to touch his blue flustered cheek and guide him down into a soft kiss.

“Connor.. That was.. Incredible..” You breathed. You’d never felt pleasure like what you’d just lived through. In your past sexual experiences you’d rarely been able to cum during sex and if you did it was certainly never more than once. Connor was the first partner you’d had that somehow always succeeded in bringing you to climax every time you were together, but this had been three consecutive orgasms with the next more intense and exquisite than the last. You’d no idea you could even do that, much less squirt as you did on that last one! You’d almost passed out from sheer pleasure and here you’d always thought you just weren’t cut out for a rewarding sex life. How wrong you’d been, all it took was the right man wanting to take his time and enjoyment in learning you your body and its needs. “Everything tonight has been incredible.. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been finding you..” You whispered honestly.

Connor looked down at you with those big brown eyes of his, like you were the most precious and beautiful treasure in the world, a soft smile adorning his lips. “I’m just as lucky and you deserve to be pampered and cared for once in a while, love.” Connor replied.

“Careful, I might just get used to it.” You grinned.

“Good.” Connor said in all seriousness. He leaned down to give you one last kiss before he stood from the bed, going to the bathroom. You heard water running and moments later he returned, having already cleaned up himself, but bringing a warm wet flannel he then carefully cleaned you with. You felt grateful for the thoughtfulness since you didn’t think your legs could carry you to the bathroom in your current blissed out state. After you were both clean Connor blew out the dozen of candles across the room, gently tugged the thick white cover you’d been laying on out from underneath you, then joined you in bed and pulled you close to his chest as he tugged the cover back over you both.

You let out a sigh of pure content as you snuggled up against your boyfriend, listening to the soft hum of this mechanical thirium pump inside his chest and purring as he started drawing gentle patterns on your back with the tip of his fingers with the arm wrapped around you.

“Goodnight Con.. I love you..” You whispered into the darkness, the only light coming from Connor’s blue LED.

“I love you too Y/N, sweet dreams.” Connor replied and planted a kiss on top of your head.

Only once he was certain you’d fallen asleep, protected and undisturbed, did he allow himself to enter stasis as well.

THE END

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 ♡

bus stop kissin’

connor x reader | scenario

a/n: no thoughts just…

warnings: hornee energy, making out, public face-sucking, very mild nsfw.

words: 0.2k+

Connor using an umbrella around your waist to pull you to his chest, locking you in close quarters. It’s wet against the small of your back, dampening your shirt, much like the way you were dampening your panties with the way he kisses you. It’s as if he means to start off chaste and gentle but then can’t pull away from the delicious suction of your lips. Connor’s head swims, lagging behind for the first time in his life as your lips move against his, tongue coaxing his own to split and let yours in. It’s a whole new experience when your tongues meet, his eyes roll back as the sensors in his mouth explode with new information and- taste? Your hands catch his waist and press his hips to yours as if you were trying to melt into him.

Your leg drags itself up to his hip and Connor pats your thigh, only pulling away from your lips to say “Jump.” And you leap up, only for the umbrella to slide from your waist under your rear to hold you higher up on his waist, your legs wrap around his hips as he stumbles over to sit on the bench with you in his lap. Connor’s fingers are cold as they creep up under your shirt to stroke the flesh of your waist. It takes everything in your power to force yourself away from his lips and off his lap as a familiar screeching sound of brakes approaches.

It’s quite an obscene display for a bus stop.

Hi Mai 💗 Could I request “hey, lean down a little- i want to give you a kiss.” with Connor? The cuteness is 💕

A/N: Thank you for requestiing this, dear! I got kinda wild writing this. I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 0.5K

Warnings: GN!reader, Deviant!Connor, not proof read, kinda suggestive, so MDNI

Bright amber was set ablaze on the circular diode on his temple, his brows were furrowed together- a mimic of shock and confusion he had picked up from (Y/N) along his infamous path of deviation. The call of his name immediately anchored his attention to the familiar voice he had registered in his CPU- the one of his beloved partner he associated with nothing but the best of sensations, intense, yet inexplicably pleasant. Cocoa brown pupils were focused on them as they were standing on their tip toes, their hands latched onto his shoulders, balancing their weight against his.

“May I help you?” thirium raised to his cheeks as he questioned, his arms reluctantly rested on the small of their back- yet another human-like interaction he became accustomed to throughout his experience with the whirlpool of sensations called deviation and even so more throughout his relationship with (Y/N). They stayed silent and instead tightened their hold on his shoulders, bringing him closer to them as much as they could, yet his lean, slender figure was still towering above them, throwing a shadow- shaped after his flawless features- across their face.

“Hey, lean down a little- I want to give you a kiss.” Their voice was quiet, demanding, yet assertive all the same, clearly giving out the invention behind their strange antics. Connor was frozen; his CPU froze, causing him to blankly stare at them as they gazed back at him in anticipation, a glimmer of innocent expectation shone behind the (E/C) of their irises as their finger nervously fidgeted with the collar of his dress shirt.

“Okay.” The words were barely audible as he himself was a tad bit reluctant to the motion that brought him so many different and intense emotions; despite having been in a committed relationship with (Y/N) for as long as he had come face to face with the experience of emotions, Connor was still getting used to the different aspects of intimacy and kissing was one of them. The pillow soft flesh of their lips brushed against the synthetic ones of his own, sending electric shockwaves across his systems. They hummed in delight, only enhancing the already intense sensation, yet their fingers slithering in his neatly combed back locks was the last string that brought him to the edge of blissful oblivion. An uncontrolled gasp drowned in the base of his vocal box, muffled by (Y/N)’s tongue pressing against his unintentionally stimulating the sensors of his synthetic tongue.  Even if he wanted, Connor coulnl’t battle the strong sensation of bliss that washed over his system akin to a tidal wave of pleasure that flooded his program with alerting notifications, warning him about consequences he could care less about now that his partner’s soft, muffled hums resonated against his sensors. He found himself cling to their smaller form, lifting them off the ground and instead bringing them closer to him; the warm of their skin pulled him in akin to a moth to a flame. He enjoyed himself- maybe a bit too much.

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Just a Machine - (NSFW Connor/RK800 x Reader)

Just a Machine (Connor x fem!Reader)

Connor always told you that he was just a machine.

This is when he proves it to you.

Tags: Machine Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

Read here or on AO3.

“What’s more important to you, Conner?”

Elijah Kamski’s voice floats through your mind, disembodied, distant and disjointed past the thrumming in your ears. The pounding of your heart.

“That’s enough,” you say, try to spit out with as much venom as you can muster, but your voice wavers. You feel yourself shaking. Losing control.

“Your investigation?” he asks, and the little smile playing on his lips, the way he’s toying with Connor, makes your stomach churn. “Or the life of this android?”

You hate the way he says that word. The way he sneers it, like it’s so much less. Like she is so much less. Your glance back at the other two Chloe androids, and they look terrified, clinging to each other, covering their mouths with their hands.

Decide who you are.

Connor’s LED flickers, a constantly cycling amber. His eyebrows twitch, furrowing and unfurrowing, lips pressed into a firm line. But his arm remains steady, gun pointed squarely at Chloe’s forehead.

Kamski grabs his shoulder, voice lilting with sadistic glee. “Pull the trigger—” “Conner—Don’t!”

“—and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

Before you can open your mouth again, before you can raise your hand to stop him—

A splatter of thirum erupts from her forehead, and Chloe goes limp.

The room is spinning, a blur of gray and while and blue. Your ears are ringing, your eyes are burning—what the hell just happened? Everything is collapsing in on itself. You’re trembling, breaking in two.

How long, you wonder, until that gun is pointed at you?

You look back at the other two Chloes. Take in the way one stares straight at you, eyes wide, the way the other has buried her face in the shoulder of the other.

I’m sorry. You want to say, but you can’t find the words, can’t find the air. You feel like you can’t breathe, like all the air has been sucked out of the room and you are suffocating.

You turn to leave. Turn around and flee because you can’t bear to be in that room any longer.

Connor catches up with you just outside the front door. Grabs your wrist and keeps hold of it when you try to wrench it away.

You spin around to face him, scowl at him and pull again. “Let go of me!”

He looks taken aback. Confused. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” you shout, trying again to yank free of him. Rage boils in your chest, indignation and hatred and you feel like you are burning alive. “You shot her, Conner!”

“I shot a machine, Detective” he says. The steady ambivalence, the cool blue of his LED—it baffles you, infuriates you. “I did what I had to do to advance the investigation.”

“You killed her, Conner!” you yell, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You pointed the gun at her fucking skull and killed her!”

“And I would do it again if I had to.”

You laugh—a bitter, choking sound. “You don’t feel a fucking thing, do you? Do you?!” You pull on your wrist again, trying to pry his fingers off. “Let go of me!”

This time, he does, and you stagger backwards.

“You’re just a machine…” you whisper, blinking back tears, backing away from him, cradling your wrist against your chest. The wind whips around you, howling and shrieking.

“Of course I am,” he says, shouts over the wind, and it’s the angriest—the most anything—you’ve ever seen him. “What did you think I was?”

His question throws you off balance. It knocks the wind out of you. And all at once, the tears overflow. The anger, the disgust, the shame and disbelief, it burns in your lungs. “I thought… I-I thought…”

I thought you were different.

“Get it the car,” he says, closer now, voice back to its monotone coldness.

And you do, because there’s little else to do. He drives you home, doesn’t say another word to you, and follows you inside. Follows you into the kitchen where you go straight for the bourbon still out on the kitchen counter, taking solace in the bite and the burn.

Then his hand is wrapping around your own, lowering the bottle before it can do any real good. You glare at him, through teras you convince yourself are from the bourbon. You stare at his eyes, a brown so soft and warm, but so entirely devoid of warmth.

He steps closer, his other arm wrapping around your waist.

You press your palm flat against his chest. “What the hell are you doing?”

He leans close, pressing gentle kisses along the line of your jaw, down the column of your throat.

“Last time I touched you like this,” he says, taking the bottle from your trembling fingers and setting it on the counter behind him. “Your attitude towards me improved significantly,” his breath is hot against your collarbone, his fingers toying with the bottom of your shirt. “I’m simply seeking the same results.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and something inside you shatters.

It hurts—it hurts so fucking bad.

But you let him touch you. You let him tug your shirt over your head and kiss you against the counter. You let him cup your face and run his fingers through your hair. You let him drag his tongue against your own, let him lap up the tears that roll gently down your cheeks.  

You let him lift you, let him carry you to your bedroom and lay you down on the mattress.

You let him peel off the rest of your clothes, let him lick at your center and sink his fingers into your heat. You grind against his hand, his face, keening at the curl of his fingers, the way he laps and sucks at your clit. It doesn’t take long—you want this. You want to lose yourself in the pleasure that surges through your veins like electricity, you want to lose yourself in the build, the burst, the feel of your fingers twisting in his hair.

He climbs over you, grabs your jaw and crushes his lips against yours, tongue delving deep into your mouth as soon as you let him in. He moans then—low and staticky—and then he’s pushing into you, hands hooked underneath your knees, pressing you back, pressing you open.

You let him stretch you open, let him drive the breath from your lungs with each thrust into your center, let him work you closer and closer. His head lulls forward, nose buried in your neck, fingers flexing against the sides of your knees.

He groans, exhaling a whisper of your name, fucking into you harder, faster. He bites down on your shoulder, sinks his teeth into your skin and you let him.

You wrap your legs around his hips, your arms around his torso and cling to him. You cum, walls clenching and fluttering around his cock. Breathless, you beg him to slow down, to be gentle and soft when he finishes inside you.

To let you pretend—just for a moment—that he loves you.

That he feels anything for you at all.

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Dom Connor x afab!reader (smut)

Warnings: foul language, rough sex, creampie (this is literally my first smut so) 18+ fuckers

“Please, Y/N, please, I’ve been a good boy.” 

You laughed mockingly down at him, continuing your assault. “Connor, being a good boy means having patience. Just look at you.” Your hand tilted his chin upwards, and his brown, warm eyes met yours. They were blown and filled with need. 

“We’re just getting started, and you’re already begging for me to fuck you.” As soon as the words flew out of your mouth, something switched inside Connor. Perhaps it was some sort of secret code, you said, but it caused his eyes to lower into an almost primal stare. He growled hungrily, hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, and in one swift motion, he flipped you over. You fell to the bed with a soft thump, a small gasp leaving your lips. You couldn’t believe the puppy dog android had it in him. Usually, Connor was always the one underneath you. Now, the roles were switched. His interrogation side had come out to play.

He took hold of himself, adjusting the position and moving his swollen leaking tip closer to your clit. You gasped loudly as soon as you felt him. Your hands gripped the bicep of his arm, nails digging into his shirt and faux skin. You whined and withered below him as he rubbed slow, delicious circles over your sensitive nub. You could feel his sticky wet pre cum coat your folds, making a lewd mess.

His head lowered to your ear, his breath fanning over it and causing goosebumps. “Who’s begging now?” His voice was hoarse and filled with mockery. He retracted from you, showing that lopsided grin off to you. He was taking enjoyment in watching you whine and beg. It was an unusual but pleasurable sight for him that made his LED spin yellow. 

“Please, Connor, I need you.” Your voice was small and breathless.

 He chuckled darkly and smoothed your hair out with one hand. “I’m gonna need more than that, Y/N.”

You knew the detective in him wouldn’t be satisfied with a lazy half-confession. He wanted you to spill out how much you craved his touch. He wanted to hear the soft pants and whimpers laced with your words as you told him how much you wanted him to fuck you. It was a new experience for you but one you took with a sense of thrill. You bent for him and opened your mouth again, begging, “Please, Connor, I need your coc-” You were cut off by him slipping his mushroom tip past your folds and into your achingly tight cunt. You moaned, clawing at his bicep again.

“You can do better than that. Come on, I know you can use that pretty little mouth of yours.” He stared you down with a stern gaze. He wasn’t satisfied with your soft, small voice. You knew he wanted more for you to be practically crying out for him. 

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want.” Connor slowly inched his tip back out, and your cunt let it go with a wet squelching noise. You whined, feeling the loss of him inside you. He knew how to make you break, bend and beg. His job was to get confessions, and he always accomplished his mission. 

“Please, Connor! Please fuck me. I’ll be a good girl for you!” You cried out, clawing needily at his arm, the one gripping his cock. 

He smirked down at you, enjoying your confession. He was satisfied enough and slammed himself into you. You moaned out, back arching and cunt clamping down on him. He groaned, panting as he felt you struggle to adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re always so tight, baby.”

Bucking your hips up, you struggled to fuck yourself up on his cock. His hand gripped your waist, pushing your hips down and pinning them on the bed below you. “We just started, and you’re already begging for my cock.” He echoed your words, teasing you. He didn’t let you respond and rammed himself into you, fucking your poor sopping cunt. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the loud moans escaping your throat. He noticed the lack of noise quickly, his LED spinning red. His hand gripped your face while his thumb pushed past your lips, invading your mouth. Pressing his thumb on your tongue, he urged you to moan. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear those pretty little noises.”

You obeyed him simply feeling like you’d do anything for him-not that it wasn't the truth. You let yourself go, crying while he plunged himself balls deep into you. His tip kissed your cervix and caused you to wiggle under him, spreading your legs further apart so he could fuck you deeper. “You like that?” He cooed at you. You nodded vigorously, wanting to cry for him to hit it again.

He groaned again, hitting your cervix once more. “Fuck.” The more he snapped his hips into yours, the more wet you got. He could feel your arousal spill out of you, coating his cock and bathing his heavy ballsack. You could feel the thick bundle of nerves inside of you coming undone. Connor could tell you were close by the way your pussy clenched tighter around him, desperately sucking him in. “This greedy little cunt wants to cum?’ He questioned you darkly. 

“Please, please, I wanna cum.” You gasped out, panting from the extreme overdoes of pleasure he was providing you. 

Connor wasted no time and pinned your arms above your head; his other hand slipped under you, gripping your ass cheek. He was ramming inside of you, causing your whole body to jolt violently. Your eyes rolled back, and cries escaped you that you weren’t even aware of. All you felt was his delicious tip bumping repeatedly into your cervix. Whimpers spill from your mouth, and your cunt contracts, clenching down on him as you cum. 

“Shit!” He growls as he feels your warm arousal coat him, soaking his cock. All he needed was to feel the unbearable sensation of your cunt milking him to cum. Hot spurts of his seed pant your insides as he pants heavily. He thrusts sloppily into you a few more times, making sure not a single drop of his cum was wasted. He pulls out and watches his cum pour out of you, stuffing his finger and pushing it back in. 

warnings: none, just a little fluff piece about kissing connor for the first time, gender neutral reader <3

when you and connor kissed for the first time, it was before either of you had even begun to acknowledge the mutual feelings towards eachother.

your laugh died on your lips, settling them into a slight frown as you turned back towards connor. he was only gently smiling, his eyes focusing on yours. eyes flickering to his led, you noticed it was blue. confused, you open your mouth to ask.

"wh-"

"can I kiss you?"

your eyes widen for a moment, pupils shaking as you begin to comprehend the emotions that seemingly simple question evoked in you. excitement, puzzlement, bashfulness, then finally, eagerness.

while your mind churned through this, connor's led had turned yellow and was spinning fast. your eyes locked onto the colour change. knowing his system was now running through many possible outcomes to this interaction, you briefly considered trying to create an outcome that his system wouldn't have mapped out, like you just grabbing his face and pulling him to you.

you decided against it, knowing it was his first kiss and not wanting to overwhelm him. so, you just grinned and nodded, giving him the opportunity to make the next move himself.

his hand lifted from his leg, reaching out to cup your cheek, and you note his temperature is slightly lower than that of a human. his eyes are searching your face, and he seemingly loses a bit of confidence as his eyes widen with the reality of the situation, his cheeks tinging blue with a blush.

"I don't.... I mean, i do! I want to, but-"

"connor, it's alright. take your time."

his eyes squeeze shut for a brief moment at your encouraging words, and he steels himself. opening them again, he feels himself relax. you can't help but let out a giggle at the small, self-assured nod he does.

he smiles at your reaction and uses the moment to finally lean in, his eyes fluttering shut as your lips finally meet. the first thing you notice is how soft his lips are, not distinguishable from a human's. they're warm and plush, pressing against yours with gentle eagerness.

he begins to pull away, and the skin between your eyebrows creases with frustration at how short the kiss is. you can't help your reaction, and you reach for his tie, tugging at it to keep him close. your other hand comes up to hold his jaw, tilting it so you can deepen the kiss. connor lets out a noise of surprise but doesn't try to back away.

this time, you're the one who pulls away. your hands drop towards your lap as your eyes flicker downwards.

"I'm sorry- I got carried away."

connor catches your hands with his before they hit your thighs and gently squeezes them. this makes your head lift, and you can't help but mirror the wide smile he has.

"it's okay, I enjoyed it."

his led is blue, calmly pulsing as he looks at you.

your ralph headcannons are my kryptonite, i love them so much. Could you do kiss head cannons with ralph or connor? pretty please !

a/n: why not… BOTH. on my knees begging for forgiveness it’s been months I’m so sorry, I hope this is adequate!

also if y’all want more dbh characters for this prompt I’m game 👀 just ask

KISS HCS | ralph & connor

Ralph (WR600)

— a shy but enthusiastic kisser! the very first time you kiss him you think you did something wrong because he immediately starts to cry, but it’s happy tears I promise! You must forgive Ralph, he’s so easily overwhelmed by emotion.

— While Ralph definitely isn’t shy about asking for kisses after he’s grown used to it, he’s still the type to stare at your lips and get all flustered when you catch him looking. You can only grin and lean in extra close, lips a hair away from his before you ask him if he perhaps 👉👈 wants a kiss. And he always shudders, before muttering a “yes please.”

— honestly way too fucking cute, always gets what he wants from you- often with just a pitiful look.

— His favorite way to kiss you is softly, slowly, and sickeningly sweetly. The kind you pull away from and just stare at each other afterwards with that lovesick puppy look.

— Ralph will actually sob if you kiss over his scars.

— Kisses are 100% a part of his routine, a kiss hello and a kiss goodbye at the very least, and if you forget he will chase you out the door for his kiss he don’t play.

— And if you haven’t been smooching him as often he will overthink and assume he’s surely done something wrong to not deserve them. Imagine your surprise when you come home and he’s throwing himself at you, sobbing and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong. And you cup his coolant-stained face and ask him what could possibly make him think you’re upset with him, he says “W-well you didn’t kiss me goodbye today and-“

— Please don’t skimp on smooches please he’s sensitive.

Connor (RK800)

— Connor might be a little obsessed with kissing, and you absolutely tease him about it.

— and he always says the most endearing shit in response like “I like kissing you 🥺” which is reason enough to marry this man on sight.

— The first time you kissed Connor you thought you broke him, because he was so still and just stared when you pulled away, as if in a trance. As if you’d just changed his whole world— and you did! His hands catch your face before it strays too far and his lips are on yours again. You don’t remember how long you spent on the roof kissing him in the pouring rain but you remember how breathless you felt walking back to your apartment that night, lips bruised and tingling.

— Your favorite part about kissing Connor has to be the longing look he gives you every time you pull away, more often than not his lips chase yours and drag you back into a vicious cycle of sharing spit in places you absolutely SHOULDN’T be sucking face. You’ve been told to get a room by Hank at too many crime scenes.

— You were never big on PDA before entering a relationship with Connor, but the android had a way of drawing you in and getting you into trouble way too easily. Too often you didn’t even remember who leaned in first, or what you were doing before he was sighing into your mouth and smiling against your lips.

— Connor is a big fan of tongue-kissing too, he really can’t help it. Mans is obsessed with tasting you. His tongue is a strange texture but it’s hardly a deterrent when you’ve got him pressed between your warm body and the wall of an alley and his hands are everywhere. Lightly tug his bottom lip between your teeth and he’s lost to the world, groaning out loud. It drives him crazy.

— He’s definitely partial to kissing your lips, but he’ll leave soft kisses to your forehead or the back of your shoulder when he passes by. Doesn’t realize he does it most of the time.

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

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

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

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

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

Warnings: Smut

~900 Words

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

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

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

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

“Laying down?”

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

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

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

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

His LED flickered red, “what?”

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

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

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

“No,” his LED began to blink yellow.

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

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

“Why not?”

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

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

“I know,” he sighed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I do….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“72 percent,” he groaned. 

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

beautifully human

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: after noticing the way connor looks at other androids, you worry that you may never have a chance with him. but what you don't know is that he has only ever had eyes for you.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: insecure reader, mentions of death (they literally talk about dying in an elevator) (spoiler alert: it doesn't happen), probably ooc connor, west coast dialect went a little too hard in the dialogue, some very specific physical descriptions that i also tried to keep as general as possible? you'll see what i mean ig

author's note: glad to report that this account is lowkey helping me get over my writer's block, so that's amazing for me. anyway. as usual, feel free to leave any critiques on how i can improve my writing, characterization, etc.! :)

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You hated that your investigation brought you to the Eden Club. You didn’t necessarily hate the Eden Club or its workers, but you hated that you had to go with Connor and Hank. It would’ve been embarrassing enough to go with just Hank, but adding Connor to the mix made you want to collapse to the ground and never move again. But you were a professional, so if you had to go with Connor and Hank then you could suck it up for a night. Hopefully.

The moment you stepped inside the club, you were filled with unease. Your stomach churned and your shoulders scrunched up high as if you were trying to hide from the world. To handle your discomfort, you turned cold and distant, observing everything and everyone with an icy glare. You trailed behind Hank and Connor as you scanned your surroundings, doing your very best to look at everything but Connor.

You couldn’t look at Connor in this place without being filled with a displaced sense of anger. You couldn’t help but wonder if he looked at these androids with infatuation or desire. Did he find them beautiful? Did he want them in the same way you wanted him? You knew they were stupid thoughts, but you couldn’t control them. Somehow, Connor had weaseled his way into your heart and refused to leave no matter how hard you tried.

Distracted by your foggy mind, you almost bumped right into Connor when he stopped to admire a Traci, his soft gaze exploring her body through the glass barrier. You watched as the Traci smiled gently at him, her hand reaching forward to touch the glass like she was trying to caress his cheek. Connor didn’t move to reciprocate her action, but he still appeared to be in awe. It only made your scowl deepen.

You hated that you were consumed by jealousy because you knew– deep down– that it stemmed from insecurity. This Traci was made to be beautiful. She was made to be desired and worshipped. In her limited clothing, there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Her body was the epitome of perfect with its soft curves and smooth skin. She was a perfect balance of sweet and charismatic. She was everything that you assumed a man wanted, and androids were no exception. From the way Connor looked at her, you were sure she was everything he wanted too. 

You sighed in frustration before marching away as Hank called to Connor. You refused to let your jealousy– or anything you felt for Connor– get in the way of your investigation. But no matter how hard you tried, your mind was still drawn to him.

Maybe you had been too hopeful, but you really had thought that maybe– just maybe– Connor had felt something for you. Apparently, you were just far more delusional than you thought.

While Hank discussed the crime scene with Officer Miller, you stood to the side looking uncharacteristically cold. With your arms folded over your chest and a hard, almost bored look in your eye, it was clear that you weren’t particularly interested in talking to anyone. You assumed that would be obvious to everyone, androids included. And it seemed that it had been obvious, but that certainly didn’t stop Connor.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Connor watching you with a confused glint. His LED flashed yellow as he analyzed your body language, working to only make your blood boil. You knew there was no reason to be angry with him, so why did your anger persist? Why did you feel so unreasonably jealous? He was just a man, after all, nothing more.

Connor approached you with his hands clasped behind his back, standing beside you and following your cold gaze. He was silent for a moment, pleased to simply be in your presence even when you were acting so stony.

“You’re unusually quiet, Detective,” Connor observed. “This is not within your typical behavioral patterns. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine,” you answered dismissively. “Don’t you have a body to analyze?”

Connor paused again, pursing his lips in a way that was so oddly human. In a gentle tone, he said, “Well… yes. But that’s usually something we do together.”

“Why?” you hissed, feeling suddenly riled now that Connor was talking to you. Why was he giving you this attention? Why was he acting like he cared about you? You knew he didn’t. At least, your clouded mind let you think he didn’t. “It’s not like you need my help. You can do everything on your own, I’m useless to you.”

Connor turned his body towards you fully, a deep crease settling between his brows. His LED continued to circle yellow as he studied you once again. That made you roll your eyes which seemed to be enough of a hint for Connor. With his LED still glowing yellow, he turned away without another word, allowing you to resume your wallowing in misery. 

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You were still fuming as Hank drove you home. With Connor in the front seat, you were stuck in the back, glaring daggers into his back. How had such a clueless android managed to lure you in and make you jealous purely because he wasn’t interested in you?

As Connor jabbered on about something or other, you stared out the car window absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but imagine the Traci on the other side of the window, reaching out and smiling that perfect smile that made you never want to smile again.

You glanced at Connor as he fell silent. He turned to look out the window, making you cringe at the idea that he truly was thinking of the Traci. But you failed to notice his eyes transfixed on you through the side mirror, his gaze gentle and curious as he admired your stubborn look. He stared at you dreamily the rest of the car ride. 

When you finally reached your apartment building, Hank had barely stopped the car before you were clambering out and slamming the door behind you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you grumbled, having enough decency to give Hank a small wave. 

As you trudged towards your apartment building, you froze at the sound of another car door opening and closing. You cursed under your breath, hesitant to turn for fear of whom you might find. As you glanced over your shoulder, you cursed again as your fear came true. Connor approached you with long strides, leaving behind a very confused-looking Hank.

“I’ll walk you to your apartment,” Connor offered innocently. 

You stared at him blankly and muttered, “Connor, my building is right here. I just need to go up a few floors. I know how to use an elevator, I’ll manage just fine on my own.”

You turned and continued towards your building, not surprised when you heard Connor follow.

“The chances of an elevator-related death are one in 10.5 million,” Connor continued in that matter-of-fact tone that you usually found so endearing. 

When Connor didn’t elaborate, you stopped and turned to him again with a raised brow. You waited for more, but it still didn’t come. Connor just stared at you pleasantly, drinking in your charmingly confused face.

“Okay…,” you said. “So like I said, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“But the chance of it happening is still possible, so it’s best if I escort you,” Connor continued. His grin widened as you rolled your eyes in acceptance. As an afterthought, he added, “Just in case.” 

In silence, the two of you made your way up the elevator (where you did not, in fact, die) and to your apartment. You stood outside the door and turned to Connor, ready to send him away in the hopes that if you couldn’t see him then you wouldn’t be overwhelmed by images of him and that Traci. But you knew that wasn’t the case because even when he was long gone you would still think about how you couldn’t be enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for such an angelic being like him, not when other beautifully crafted androids existed.

“May I come in?” Connor inquired before you could even open your mouth.

No.

You wanted to say no so desperately. You wanted him to leave. You wanted to bury yourself under your bed sheets and never see him again.

But he was still your friend, and you were still a decent enough person. It would be rude to reject him.

“Sure,” you replied softly, opening the door to allow the two of you in.

The moment you closed the door, Connor was already asking questions that you were not at all prepared for.

“You were upset today,” he noted. “Do you want to talk about how you feel?”

“I… what?” you stammered. “Since when are you a therapist android?”

“I’m not a therapist android, but as your companion, I care about your well-being,” Connor answered far too casually for your liking.

Companion? Well-being?

“Yeah, I doubt that,” you mumbled without thinking.

You were stupid to think Connor wouldn’t have heard you. With his sensitive hearing, he heard you loud and clear. Your comment made him tilt his head curiously and narrow his eyes.

“Why would I not care about you?” he asked, the genuine confusion in his voice making your resolve melt. 

“That’s not… it’s just…,” you blabbered, throwing your hands up in exasperation as you struggled to find the right words. “I wouldn’t expect you to care about me the same way–”

You stopped abruptly, eyes wide as your mind finally caught up to your yapping mouth. You could not finish that sentence.

Connor’s eyes narrowed further at your sudden pause. He took a cautious step forward, then another. You knew that he had already noticed the way your heartbeat accelerated, your breath suddenly caught in your throat. “The same way… what?” he repeated, urging you to finish your sentence.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid,” you dismissed. 

Connor murmured your name as if he were scolding a child, raising a brow as a sign of encouragement to finish.

“Well… I wouldn’t expect you to care about me… the same way… the same way I care about you,” you said, the last part coming out far too hurried. 

Maybe if you had just finished your sentence the first time you wouldn’t be in this situation. That was a perfectly normal thing to say to a friend, wasn’t it? Absolutely. Absolutely… But the way you had paused only made you look more suspicious. You knew Connor was smart enough to understand the suggestion of romantic feelings.

“How is it you feel about me?” Connor questioned.

“It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t feel the same anyway,” you muttered, pushing past him to be anywhere that wasn’t near him.

Before you could get too far, Connor’s iron grip wrapped around your wrist and held you in place. You looked at him with offense, but he knew you meant nothing by it.

“It does matter, Detective,” he whispered lowly. “It matters to me.”

There was no going back now. Connor already got the hint that you cared for him more than you probably should. You might as well say it outright. That was better than being embarrassed and pretending nothing happened. Right?

“I like you, Connor,” you admitted, the words sounding childish in your mouth. “God, this is so embarrassing…”

Connor was silent for a long moment, making you wonder if he actually had figured it out. If he hadn’t… God, you would be mortified. Did he really not know, and you just willingly outed yourself to him?

You risked a peek at Connor to find him already looking at you with a small smile. His hand was still holding your wrist tightly, his skin comfortingly warm against your burning skin. The glint in his eyes made your brows furrow as heat rose to your cheeks.

“Why would you think I don’t care about you?” Connor asked, the quirk of his lips telling you that he found all of this somewhat amusing.

“I mean… yeah, I would think that you care about me. On some level. I’d assume…,” you prattled. “But as a friend, obviously. Connor, I’m not sure you understand what I mean when I say I like–”

“I understand perfectly well, Detective,” Connor interrupted. “So I’ll pose the question once again: why would you think I don’t care about you?”

The confusion was clear on your face. Tilting your head to the side, you turned your body to face Connor slightly, giving him the opportunity to lightly pull your wrist until you were completely facing him. Even when he had you standing where he wanted, he still didn’t let go of your wrist, though he loosened his grasp and held you lightly. You could feel his thumb rubbing along your inner wrist soothingly. Your knees felt weak, and you were sure you were going to collapse against him at any second. His touch was so loving that you almost believed he could feel the same way.

You nearly forgot Connor had asked you a question until he gave your arm a light squeeze that snapped you back to attention. He arched both eyebrows, watching you with that humorous glint. 

“I just… Well…,” you faltered. You inhaled sharply, gathering your thoughts before you continued. “I just can’t understand how or why someone like you would be interested in someone like me when there are so many better options. Yeah, I guess… I guess that’s it. I don’t know…”

“Better options?” Connor repeated. The obvious confusion in his voice warmed your heart. It was as if he had never even considered that there could be better options.

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged. “I’m no android, Connor. I’m not… I’m not perfect. I’m not beautiful or stunning or gorgeous. I’m not like that girl you were looking at.”

There was another long pause as Connor struggled to process your words. His LED spiraled yellow as he questioned, “What girl?”

“The Traci,” you explained in exasperation, “at the Eden Club. It looked like you were practically in love with her, and I don’t blame you. She’s the definition of perfect. Not a single flaw in sight.”

“You think you’re flawed?” Connor asked immediately. That was his biggest takeaway?

“Yes, obviously, Connor! I am! And I just find it very hard to believe that someone as beautiful as you could be attracted to someone as… average as me,” you snapped, sounding harsher than you intended.

Connor released your wrist, and for a moment you worried that you scared him off. But then his warm hands were holding your cheeks, his thumbs now slowly running along your cheekbones. He stepped forward until his body was pressed against yours, leaning down until his forehead was nearly touching yours. His eyes latched onto yours, and for a moment, he just held your gaze in silence. He was reveling in the sight of you, so close to him that he could feel your sweet breath against his lips.

“It seems you don’t realize how beautiful you are,” he murmured. “Perhaps I’ll have to explain it to you.”

Connor paused again, searching your eyes for any effort to argue. But you were still so stunned by his sudden proximity that you had nothing to give. When he heard no contradiction, Connor smiled and continued on.

“Maybe you don’t think you’re perfect,” he started, “but I do. Everything you see as a flaw, I see as beautiful. It makes you you. It makes you so… human. And maybe you can’t understand because of it, but there’s something so pure about being human. Just being human makes you beautiful. But you… you’re different. You’re above them all.”

There was a strangely desperate look in Connor’s eyes like he was pleading with you to understand. Exhaling slowly, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against your own. He closed his eyes, his LED shifting from yellow to blue and back again as he tried to sift through the swarm of emotions.

“I don’t know why it’s you, but it is,” he whispered, his voice nearly too quiet for you to hear. “I just can’t help but notice everything about you. I love the wrinkles on your forehead when you’re confused to the point of frustration. I love when only one side of your hair is brushed because you’re too lazy to brush the other. I love when your lip bleeds because you’re biting it while you’re thinking and you don’t even notice. I love…”

Connor stopped and pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on your cheeks. His LED circled red once, the worry on his face far too obvious to your keen eyes. When you didn’t say anything, Connor tried to pull away, but you didn’t let him.

Your hands quickly moved to rest over top his, holding him in place. You looked up at him with eyes full of admiration and wonder as if an angel had come and graced the earth. Maybe that’s what he was, an angel. You would believe it. With that pretty face and those sweet words, you could easily be fooled.

As you eyed Connor’s face, the corners of your lips quirked into a smile. Maybe you could be enough for him. He seemed to think so. It was that thought alone that drove you to lean forward and press the faintest of kisses to Connor’s lips. It was barely a peck, and as you pulled away, Connor leaned forward to chase after your warmth. The gesture made you laugh as you whispered against his lips.

“I love how human you are.”