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Golden Cage
Summary: Money really does not buy happiness…
Pairing: Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader
Word Count: ~2.5k
Content Warnings: Emotionally Charged PWP 18+!, Elijah Playing Mind Games, Mentions Of Self-Harm, Mentions Of Alcohol, A Brief Moment Of Crying, A Clearly Toxic Relationship, Choking, Degradation/Praise, Unprotected P In V, Elijah Talking Reader Through It, Breeding Kink, No Aftercare Because…Elijah
A/N: This might just be one of the horniest things I've ever written…
Also, you know me, of course I've put together an Elijah Kamski playlist by now!
Tagging those who might be interested: @spookyorchid @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland @queer-crusader
Half algorithm, half deity
Glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream
Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy
Turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen
- Ascensionism by Sleep Token
Calm, nearly silent breathing was the only minuscule sound that filled the darkness of the bedroom around you. With your eyes forcefully shut, you tried to fall asleep, had been at it for at least the past 30 minutes but your racing mind always flung back to the dull ache emitting from the palm of your right hand. The fresh memories of clasping too tightly around a delicate glass of champagne completely on purpose until it shattered into sharp smithereens circulated in your thoughts, taking lap after lap, whilst you sought to calm the still raging anger in your chest.
Although the worst part of your desperation-fueled tantrum was over, the leftover flickers of outrage still prevailed. By whatever god out there, you were so sick of it. So sick of being stuck in this mansion with the world very much at your fingertips but no way to get out. No way to leave this designer-architected hellhole to lead a normal life and just be one of millions again, no. That train left the station years ago when you had started out as a simple intern at CyberLife and Elijah Kamski, the prodigy high up above, the demi-god of modernization himself took an interest in you and you greedily grabbed the hand of opportunity not only by its pinky. Back then not even the sky seemed to be the limit but now you found yourself trapped between silken duvet covers and marble-tiled rooms.
“Would you listen to me for a moment?” Elijah’s calm tone from behind pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Uh-huh…” It rolled over your tongue in an exhausted murmur.
“Does it hurt badly?” You felt him scooting closer, his tall frame cupping your backside.
“So so…” You huffed, shrugging your tense shoulders.
“Let me see.” Elijah’s fingertips snaked along your waist down to your hips, tracing your elbow from there on upwards until his palm wrapped itself around your wrist.
In a gentle and slow movement, he pulled your hand closer to his face.
“It’ll be okay.” You tried to dismiss it.
“Eventually.”, Elijah agreed right before you felt his plush lips planting soft pecks along your knuckles, “I’m sorry it came to this in the first place.”
"Are you?" You inquired with a carefully aimed edge to your tone.
"Please, don't be like that now. Of course I'm sorry that you're hurt." Elijah groaned quietly, his thumb stroking over the back of your hand.
His slight annoyance gave you a little kick, because it was exactly what you wanted to coax out of him. A reaction, an acknowledgement of your discomfort, your seemingly endless boredom.
"Yet I also wonder why nothing I offer you ever seems to be enough…", Your senses perked up at his words because you knew what was about to happen and you really needed it to, "Haven’t I given you everything, love? Am I not spoiling you rotten?"
Every little bit of his accusations went straight to your head and you let them in, craved for Elijah to get into your mind like that because it brought you a twisted sense of comfort in the way it belittled your needs.
"You do." You agreed, the slowly building blame gradually covering the biting loneliness stinging in your chest.
"So what more do you want?" Elijah hummed against the shell of your ear, lulled you in further with his warm breath breezing along your neck.
"Your attention. You left the company but you still don't seem to be here…with me.", It trickled from your lips in an honest answer, "You're everywhere all the time but not here."
The latter sentence felt like clawing its way out of your lungs, leaving you raw and sore on the inside for letting slip how much you really needed Elijah to throw you but a morsel of his affection every now and then. With that, you sensed your facade slipping away. The anger and pretentious pride had failed to cover up the puddle of hurt you felt yourself being drenched in and for a split second you pondered whether you really crushed that dainty champagne flute to gather his attention or if that had been you, punishing yourself for still craving his attention.
Whilst trying to take a deep breath, you noticed your chest trembling and your bottom lip quivering dangerously. You were unmistakably about to lose it completely but bit down onto your tongue harshly enough to keep yourself from falling apart at the seams.
"Turn around. Can you do that for me?" He withdrew his hand from your wrist to give you enough space to shuffle around underneath the expensive duvet.
In an haphazardly executed attempt to pull back the burning tears gathering at your lower lash line, you slowly turned around to look straight into an unexpectedly calm expression on Elijah’s face.
Calm or indifferent? It crossed your mind but you banished that thought right back to where it emerged from. Instead, your eyes slowly roamed over his features, from his lips that were slightly curled up into a hardly even there smile to his striking blue eyes and eventually up to the vagrant strands of his darkish blonde hair framing and softly falling into his face.
Looking at Elijah like that damn near killed you from the inside out because it reminded you of the version of him you had fallen in love with years ago. The witty and incredibly sharp CEO that worked alongside his developers instead of secluding himself in an ivory tower of vanity. The man that had even conducted the interview for your apprenticeship himself whilst cradling a cardboard cup of coffee in his hands, the fuzzy sleeves of a blue zipper pulled up to his knuckles, his eyes sparkling at you with endless excitement.
Now, barely anything of that warmth was left. With the years it all went down the drain of multimillion dollar deals over hordes and hordes of androids. Sometimes you felt as if Elijah grew a little colder with every android that sold and a part of you had started hating them for seemingly taking him away from you, eating away at his own humanity piece by piece. You couldn't decide whether or not those thoughts and speculations had anything to them, really, yet you couldn’t stop them from crossing your mind every now and then.
"Some days I wake up wishing to be just another android so you'd tend to me, Eli." The words bubbled out of you in an unbridled gush of emotions, just like the first burning tears spilling over your lash line.
"Come on now, that's nonsense. You're irreplaceable and you know that." Elijah’s brows arched up, closely knit together in a borderline scolding expression, disdain over your utterings washing across his face.
"Do I?", You sniffled, his harsh and cold response cutting right through you, "It's getting quite hard to hold on to that, Elijah, when the only thing you get reminded about on the daily is how utterly invisible you are."
"Stop that right there. You're not invisible to me and now you're just throwing around words." Elijah's eyes narrowed down on you in growing irritation.
"Throwing around words, yeah?", His dismissal came like a ladle full of ethanol to the embers of your rage fit, actively making you spew the most hurtful things that were waiting right at the tip of your tongue, "Do you fuck them?"
"Excuse me?" For a split second it seemed as if Elijah’s jaw was about to drop.
"Do you fuck your robots?" You repeated yourself, a surge of pride for having rendered him dumbfounded for the blink of an eye tugging at your lips before the mere thought of it turned you blind with jealousy.
"No." Elijah stated bluntly, his teeth slightly clenching.
"Oh?", You mocked, pushing it further, "How come?"
"Because none of them…", He sneered, his hand darting upward for it to grab you by the throat in a firm grasp, "None of them could ever be as feisty as you are, love."
You heard your breath hitching and felt Eli's thumb brush over your pulse point as he leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.
"Because I can't feel their pulse picking up or see their pupils widening like yours right now, getting so terribly worked up and flustered over being talked to like that, hm?", You were painfully aware how the heat crept into your face with every word of his, "Because my androids don't need to be put in their place because they wouldn't get so catastrophically mouthy and bratty, now would they?"
"No, no.", He answered his own question with a sly smirk playing around his mouth whilst the clasp of his hand grew tighter until he could feel every quickened pump of your heart right underneath his skin, "They follow a script, a code, they are boring…so unlike you."
Elijah leaned in further, eventually closing down on the tiny bit of space left between your bodies, his lips eagerly pressing onto yours for the first time in days. His proximity, the bare presence of him sent your mind reeling, it soothed the boiling anger in your chest but it wasn't enough, not enough in the slightest to still your aching need for his affection.
A slightly pained mewl of yours got muffled by his tongue snaking into your mouth as your hands practically clawed onto his sides, the brutalized one, with its countless thin cuts, flaring up anew.
"Ouw, does that hurt?" He cooed into your mouth, his free hand shooting towards yours resting on his hip and pressing down harder.
"I'm afraid that's what you get for being naughty, acting up like that. Poor little attention whore." The unmistakably derogatory tone in his voice jolted right amidst your thighs, causing you to clench and throb around nothing.
" 'M sorry…" It fell from your lips in a breathless moan, your words sincere.
You truly felt sorry about being so whiny and bitchy when Elijah gave you everything you could possibly dream of.
"Oh, shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. Not a single fucking thing. You got that?" You nodded and choked back a whine as Eli latched his teeth at your bottom lip, pulling and dragging your head along until he let it slip again.
"There you go, looks like you can listen after all." To reward your silence, he freed your throat from his tight grasp but only to lean himself on his elbow whilst shoving himself on top of you.
On instinct, you spread your legs for him pathetically fast, calves wrapping around his waist in an instant.
"Good girl.", Elijah hummed against your cheek, nearly coaxing a whimper out of you as his other hand slid between your bodies, slender fingers playing over your trembling stomach and eventually down to align himself with your entrance, the tip of his cock prodding against your already oozing cunt, "I'd never fuck an android and you know why? Because they'd never just get oh so hot and desperately wet like you do, love."
His breathing rendered more labored with every inch of him that spearheaded into you, stretching you out to accommodate him properly. With furrowed brows, you bit down on your bottom lip, hiding your flustered face in his shoulder to shut down every possible sound that might come out of your mouth upon feeling Elijah drilling into you.
"Wouldn't waste a thought on it when I can just be balls deep inside your perfect pussy." His hushed voice intoxicated you as he started rocking his hips into your lap at a reckless pace right away, a heavy moan threatening to erupt from your lungs.
God, you wanted to groan and whine out your hammering arousal so badly but shoved it all back down your throat as hard as you possibly could. It almost felt like a sore, dry lump forming right behind your tongue that you couldn't do anything about but to swallow it over and over again.
"Not even I could build something so magnificent as you are." Eli's hot breath stroke over your jawline and everything in you clung onto these words, although, for the blink of an eye, you found yourself wondering if that was just him getting increasingly drunk on your body with each and every hard roll of his waist, not pulling out fully before hammering into you again.
"Maybe I should just knock you up sometime soon, huh?", In a weak attempt to steady yourself, you clawed at his back, fingernails digging into his skin, "Actually creating a life, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Instead of words, your body delivered the answer to that. To silence everything that was just on the brink of shooting out of your mouth, your body convulsing and shuddering in a quiet orgasm, you bit down on your bottom lip so hard that you were almost sure to draw blood.
"Fuck, pulling me in so desperately." In a frantic rut, the rhythm of his movements gradually faltering, Elijah pressed his lips to yours again with a nearly bruising force.
"Such a good girl, trying to be obedient and quiet for me." He noted you violating your bottom lip whilst shoving himself into your spasming cunt as far as he could one last time before his own climax took over.
You felt it spurt out of him, filling you up that extra notch and it took every last bit of self-control to not just let your head loll back into the satin-covered pillows and whine out at the sensation.
"Fucking hell…that was so overdue, I give you that." With a low groan, Elijah pulled out of you, moving his body to collapse next to yours.
Letting your abused bottom lip finally slip from between your teeth, you felt the emotional whiplash washing right over the blissful release you experienced just moments before.
"Next time just tell me, no need to squash a glass with that pretty hand of yours."
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Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)
Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores
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Markus
- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.
- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight
- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure
- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone
- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.
- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore
- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)
-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all
- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face
- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader
Connor
- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first
- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations
- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel
- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head
- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too
- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face
- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time
- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)
- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept
Ralph
- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about
- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?
- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted
- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird
- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal
- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho
- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited
- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"
- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you
Hank
- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"
- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story
- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job
- he is quite experienced, he was married after all
- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too
- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that
- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)
-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time
Gavin
-wow wow wow wow hold there a second
-what are you asking ?
-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"
-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it
-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth
-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that
-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow
-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky
simon
-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?
-man he is so sweet please just praise him already
-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you
-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time
-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands
-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him
nines
-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him
-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?
-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)
-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)
-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)
-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all
- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files
-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction
-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach
kamski
-FUCKING FINALLY
-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that
-prepared everything in advance
-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while
-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving
-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really
-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face
-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece
-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home
-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep
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Criminal Analysis Masterlist
Summary: You never pictured this life for yourself. Never pictured that android cases would start piling up and you'd be assigned to figure out why they were deviating.
You were a forensic psychologist hired by the Detroit Police Department as a consultant. You usually dealt with figuring out what made suspects tick and why they did what they did. You figured it'd be the same thing, as usual, that is until a certain android walked into your crime scene and completely turned your life upside down.
Smut = ♡♡♡
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 ♡♡♡
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16 ♡♡♡
Tease ♡♡♡ ➢ The spiritual smutty epilogue to Criminal Analysis aka Connor can't wait until you get home ;)
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Weeping Violet
Relationship: Connor Anderson x Andrea Cartier
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Vampire/Blood kink, smut, 18+ themes.
Summary: Connor gets a teeth upgrade but doesn't tell Andrea. It's meant to be a surprise.
Connor knew how he got into this predicament. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit why. Andrea had revealed a long time ago that she found the way he licked her blood off her hand attractive and maybe Connor was taking it to a…. Slightly extreme level.
“I would like to get an upgrade that gives me sharp teeth. Retractable if possible.” Connor stood in Kamski’s doorway. He knew Kamski had done a few custom upgrades for androids. Perhaps he would give him one.
Kamski, blinking, stared at Connor. “May I ask why?”
“No.” The android responded quickly.
Kamski narrowed his eyes, looking Connor up and down. He had a feeling he knew what this “upgrade” was for. “What kind of sharp teeth you looking for? Vampire or more werewolf?”
Now that was a question Connor didn’t expect. “Vampire.”
“Then welcome to my garage.” Kamski winked. Chloe glanced at Kamski and shook her head. He may have made progress on how he viewed his creation but that didn’t mean his ego went away.
The first time Andrea noticed Connor’s sharpened teeth, it was by accident. She was talking with Connor and Nines and made a corny joke but it made Connor laugh. It was just a glimpse but she could see the tips of his incisors. They looked sharper. Perhaps it was just her eyes playing tricks on her. Andrea wasn’t immune to seeing things. Sometimes. So she brushed it off and didn’t think about it too hard. After all, she’s seen Connor’s teeth. They weren’t sharp. It had to be something else.
The second time Andrea noticed Connor’s teeth, he took a bite of a thirium-filled donut during the precinct’s donut Friday. It was cute at first. Even a bit funny. Until some of the blue filling dripped onto his lips. Andrea was going to offer to kiss it off before Connor opened his mouth and licked it off himself, his sharpened teeth on full display. It was reminiscent of the way she imagined he’d like thirium from a crime scene. Andrea’s brain short-circuited. Had she not noticed it before? No. His teeth were different.
The moment was gone as soon as it happened. Andrea swore Connor had a twinge of amusement in his eyes but everything else about his expression was innocent. So she took a deep breath and focused a little too hard on the glazed donut in her hand.
The third time Andrea noticed Connor’s teeth, it was at home. Andrea was going crazy just thinking about his teeth. One second they would be normal, the next they be sharp. Like a vampire. So she cornered him in their bedroom.
“Open your mouth.”
Connor chuckled, “As you wish.” He opened his mouth wide and, sure enough, his incisors were as sharp as Andrea assumed they would be.
Without a second thought, Andrea cupped Connor’s jaw and ran a thumb across one of them. She knew it was an upgrade but she was surprised at just how seamlessly they looked compared to his other teeth. It looked like they were always meant to be there. She pressed her thumb against the point, a bit surprised at the bead of purple that formed. She withdrew her hand only for it to be caught by her android. He licked a stripe up her thumb to catch the blood.
Well, shit. There was that fluttering feeling again.
“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” Andrea narrowed her eyes at Connor.
He seemed pleased with himself. “I have no clue what you mean.”
Andrea pursed her lips into a thin line, glancing up at Connor’s deep brown eyes. There was something almost predatory about them but she knew he had Connor wrapped around her finger. He wouldn’t do something unless Andrea allowed him to. And, by the universe itself, she wanted him so much it hurt. She ran a hand across Connor’s jaw until it settled at the nape of his neck. Slowly, Andrea guided him into a kiss. Connor happily obliged.
Connor set a hand on Andrea’s hip as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He let out a soft noise of pleasure. This is exactly what he wanted. Perhaps more. He would never get used to the taste of her lips or the feeling of her skin. It was all electric and sent the thirium pumping through his wires on fire.
After a while, Andrea pulled away only for Connor to switch their positions so he was on top and she was lying flat on the bed. Her eyes blinked as she looked up at Connor. He straddled her thighs and smirked down at her. She felt her cheeks heat up. Was this what it was like? Well, damn.
“I…” Connor breathed, running a hand down the expanse of Andrea’s neck. “I want to sink my teeth into you.” He wanted to make sure it was alright with her first. Verbal consent would be preferable,
“Yeah.” Andrea sighed out. She had a feeling Connor could see her heart eyes.
“Yeah?” Connor laughed quietly.
“Yeah.” She repeated, more enthusiastic than last time. She wondered what it’d feel like. Vampires weren’t her favorite thing, nor was blood. Until Connor. It was like a switch was flipped inside her.
Connor leaned into her neck, pressing feather-light kisses on the underside of her jaw. A place he came to learn was the most sensitive for Andrea. She let out a few soft breaths, intertwining her fingers with his. As a courtesy, Connor sucked a few bruises onto her skin. He realized the hickeys would last for only a day so he’d occasionally do them the night before they had to go to work. Connor unhinged his jaw, giving Andrea a better look at his teeth before they sunk into the side of her neck.
Andrea let out a surprised whine at the prick, a hand flying to grip Connor’s shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure while her thighs tensed. “Fuck…” She breathed.
Connor pulled away only to lick up the access of weeping violet from Andrea’s neck. It soothed the slight pain. “You’re…” He sat back on Andrea’s thighs and licked at his teeth. They were stained purple. “Wonderful.”
Andrea watched the movement of his tongue and let out another soft sigh. Connor was going to be the death of her. He was just so… lovely. Perfect. Perfect in ways Andrea couldn’t even begin to articulate. “Connor, I…” She gulped softly. The way he was looking down at her made her mind freeze. It was hard not to be affected. Especially with the pleasure high she was on. She wanted to make it last. “I want you. I need you.”
Seemingly impossible, Connor’s eyes darkened more. “Are you sure?” His jaw tightened, caressing Andrea’s cheek with his thumb.
Andrea nodded, running a hand up Connor’s thigh. It was thicker than she thought it would be. Not like it was a bad thing. He pressed a soft kiss against her lips and grazed her flesh with his teeth. He pushed a hand up her shirt, lifting it from her head until it was off and he could see the plain black bra that lay underneath. The sight of freckles on her chest and shoulders made Connor’s internal wires heat.
That would wait for later.
Connor undid the buttons of Andrea’s pants and shoved them down. He was eager to see more of her skin, to see more of the blemishes that dotted her skin. Sure enough, quite a few freckles adorned her thighs. Even a few beauty marks were on her knees and shins. He glanced up at Andrea, her iris’ seemed to have taken over the whites of her eyes, leaving only the deep blue. It was mesmerizing in the dim light.
Then went Andrea’s underwear in the growing pile of clothes. Connor reached for her bra only for him to be stopped. She sat up a little, “You need to take something off. It’s only even that way.” Her hand pulled at the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Connor had a few freckles on his chest but they were sparse compared to Andrea. She ran a hand down his side and narrowed her eyes at the circular indent in the middle of his stomach. His thirium pump, no doubt. The center integrated with his skin while the outline was a slate gray color.
Connor took Andrea's hand and kissed her pulse softly, grazing her skin with his teeth and a knowing smirk. He could feel how fast her blood was pumping. Then he pulled her close and pressed his face into her neck, rubbing a thumb on her hip bone. The reposition made Andrea rest her head on Connor's shoulder.
Being made an android detective, Connor had no use for a dick, or any sex organ for that matter. So he wasn't built with one. And, until Andrea, he didn't feel the need for one. Connor still didn't get one so he knew he'd have to make do. For now. There were other ways to pleasure people. Ones that, arguably, required more skill.
Flush against Andrea, Connor bit into her shoulder this time. A rush of blood hit his tongue. It was strangely sweet. Like a nectar he couldn't get enough of. Andrea let out a soft, pointed "ah." He couldn't help himself before he saved the sound for later. Slowly, his hand traveled south. His thumb rubbed slow circles on Andrea's clit. Connor could feel her take in a shaky breath.
Connor pulled his teeth away and smiled a bit against her neck, licking up any excess blood that formed as he continued his motions. Eventually he was able to coax a whimper from Andrea's lips. "There we go, my love. Let go." He whispered in her ear. Connor dipped a finger into her and established a nice rhythm, deciding it would be the perfect time.
"Connor…" Andrea sighed, holding onto him like a lifeline. "Fuck–" She gritted her teeth slightly.
Connor pressed a kiss to her cheek. "No need to hold it in, my love. I'm the only one here." He inserted another finger and hooked it at just the right angle.
"Fuck–! Connor, ah!" Andrea melted into his shoulder, gripping his back. Her moans and whimpers were a little muffled by his skin but he didn't mind. In fact, Connor quite liked the light vibration it caused. Her orgasm was building quicker than she thought it would. She blamed it on the sexual tension they had for months before this. She was glad it could finally break.
Connor held her upright, feeling the indent of her spine on her back. This was so much more than he could ever ask for. He pressed a kiss to her jaw as he continued his motions a little faster. She moaned more often, a sign of what was to come. Her.
"Se katálava, kalé mou fengári." Connor whispered softly. He was satisfied a long time ago, he just wanted Andrea to feel the same. "Amoláo."
TRANSLATION:
I got you, my dear moon. Let go.
Andrea choked. She didn't understand why Connor speaking her native language was so attractive to her. But it was. And, apparently, it was all she needed for the tension in her abdomen to rip loose. Another moan made its way from her mouth but eventually died. She needed to catch her breath.
Connor pulled his hand away and simply cradled Andrea in his arms. She closed her eyes and, after a while, Connor wondered if she had fallen asleep. Her heart rate slowed and she appeared slightly limp. So he laid her down on the bed and covered her with the duvet.
Andrea broke out into a wide smile, making Connor laugh slightly. "Apolafstikós?" He asked as he got in bed next to her.
TRANSLATION:
Enjoyable?
"Polý." Andrea hummed.
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
The Eden Club
Ch 7: Truth? You can't handle the truth.
Fandom: Detroit Become Human
Ships: HankCon (current), Hankvin (recovering), HankConVin (eventual), Convin (budding 🥲)
Rating: Explicit, sexual content, dark themes
Tags: Post Revolution: Hostile Opinion, Undercover Android, Sex Worker!Connor, Club Owner Kamski, Evil Kamski, healing/recovering Hankvin, friends to lovers HankCon, enemies to lovers Convin & Hankvin, smut, sex, sexting, exhibitionism, wire play, Connor/Kamski coerced consent/dubcon warning), Convin, angst, hurt/comfort, flirting,
Summary: (In GIF form only)
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Elijah Kamski x fem!reader - I want your soul
warning : minors don't interact/read, smut, p in v , mirror sex, some oral (f receiving), bondage, fluff/comfort, obsession
Summary : Elijah Kamski the genius behind the androids and their accessories. He was the genius of the most important man. Who was looking for someone to work with him on something. But did a genius like him really need help or was it something else he wanted, sought and needed to create something that would give him something in the end.
Info : Okay I've finally finished writing it I'm not completely satisfied for one thing because I've had this floating around for months and haven't finished it, I'm going to write an extra one with a few more themes that I hadn't done here. I hope the smut is good and the story is not too ripped out as always it should be as realistic as possible. Have fun reading :)
Ps : @thatsthewrongwallcraig I finally did it I hope you are still in your Elijah obsession have fun reading :)
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Detroid had changed since she was born in 2013, it seemed the whole world had changed. Everything had become more modern, more technological and more efficient.
The whole world wasn't just getting closer to the old movies about the future, it had already overtaken them.
It opened up new paths, more possibilities and development was at a level that made them all but immortal. Until the androids came.
Developed by one man, a genius with an IQ of 171, Elijah Kamski. The young genius who developed the androids became a kind of god to some and the devil to others.
The devil for the people whose jobs he had taken away with the androids. He had everything, at least if you could believe the press and the news.
With the invention of thirium and biocomponent technology, he was also the founder of Cyber Life and the richest man on the planet.
He was the incarnate one. The incarnate one who one day launched a public appeal. Not something for a new project since his retirement in 2028 or an assistant or perhaps a successor.
It was rumors that went around the world but especially in Detroid made waves. Until the announcement came from Elijah himself and it was weirder than they had imagined.
Elijah wasn't looking for a successor, he was looking for a maid to inspire his new projects. It was a headline that the magazines ran with and something that caused a boom, suddenly the whole world seemed to be standing in front of the entrance to Cyber-Life's main building.
No one knew what was waiting for them inside, but they all hoped to work for Kamski. It seemed that only one thing mattered to them all. To see Elija Kamski and his money. Because they all knew he would pay well, or so they said.
The kilometer-long queue that stretched out in front had all kinds of people. Everyone who wanted the job would fight for a place. All except for one person, a young woman who was standing in the queue like everyone else.
She wouldn't necessarily walk over dead bodies and would rather take good advice from him that she needed for her studies or a tip for finances because she didn't have any.
To be honest, she was only here to take advantage of this small, minimal opportunity to get the money to pay for her studies and to pay back her parents who had taken on extra debt. A fact that weighed heavily on her heart.
Which is why she could use the money and paying a publisher to turn her script into a book wasn't cheap either and realizing a dream like that would be nice too. But as much as she wanted to, she had to survive the queue first.
I certainly wouldn't be the first to die because of all this standing, she thought, remembering all the people she had seen with tents and chairs. How they came out of the building with their heads hanging or cursing. They had missed their chance.
But she also felt how her feet had been hurting for hours, she had run out of the university as early as she could and yet she was one of the last. But after hours in which the sun would set again in a few hours anyway, it was finally her turn.
Saw how the entrance gradually came closer and closer. She finally had the chance to get to it. Will he notice? the question popped into her head and she became all the more aware of the notebook in her bag.
She didn't know how she should feel about it. Meeting the man who had fascinated her for as long as she could remember.
Meeting the man who was the lover in her book, everything was exactly the same except for the name. Initially in her late teens it was just a model she had used but now. It was more.
More than she perhaps wanted to admit to herself. ,,Miss, it's your turn," a voice snapped her out of her thoughts and her hand slipped into her pocket. Past her notebook and to her wallet and pulled it out.
She thanked the security guard after he had looked at her ID. Before she went into the building with a pounding heart.
She knew it from videos and pictures she had seen in her primary school days. Vague memories went through her mind as she saw an android approaching her.
It seemed as if they wanted to hold back the free spirit and not let people walk around here freely. Like a fake bird in a real cage. ,,Good afternoon, Miss, would you please follow me," he said and she saw the Led flicker briefly from blue to a brief yellow.
He must be announcing me she thought to herself and followed the android with a smile knowing that many others were hostile towards the machines.
Some even went so far as to beat up and kill the androids that didn't fight back. There were unpleasant headlines about severed body parts belonging to several missing androids. Headlines that sent shivers down her spine.
After all, who said that all the androids wouldn't be dead soon? ,,What is it that Mr. Kamski wants from me?" she asked as they walked through the foyer and stood in an elevator. The android stood in front of her and turned his head slightly towards her.
She saw exactly how his eyes avoided hers for a second before he said, ,,A test to see if you are suitable for the job you are looking for," and turned forward again. The quiet hum of the elevator was between them again and her purse had disappeared back into her pocket.
Her heart seemed to compete with her nervousness as the elevator arrived at the top floor of the building. The floor she had never been on before, at least not then.
It seemed almost unbelievable to be back here now. ,,Please, you have to go through this door, good luck," the android said, pointing to what appeared to be a door in the large white hallway with a few modern paintings, plants and bright lights.
,,Thank you," she mumbled and gave the android a small smile before stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the door.
She heard exactly how the android got back in and she was alone in the hallway. She knew she had to go forward. She finally had to go to the door and felt how each step seemed to get heavier and heavier.
But after a few seconds the moment was over and she put her hand on the handle. Opened the door and stepped into the room where she found the man who would give her a job.
The light in the room was dimmer, not so bright that it stung her eyes, it was most like a foggy afternoon with dark clouds hanging in the sky and the threat of thunderstorms. Her eyes fell on the occupied armchair that stood behind a glass table.
The light illuminated the figure slightly and she saw him. ,,Good afternoon, Mr. Kamski," she said, surprised that her voice had held and that she hadn't thrown up from nervousness.
She saw how he leaned forward slightly, the dark strands of his hair framing his face. His bright blue eyes watching her closely as if she were the machine to him and the androids were the humans.
As he briefly pointed to the chair she should sit down on, she obeyed his silent command, her slightly trembling fingers pulling the chair back and sitting down. The slight clatter of her bag seemed to be too loud in the room before she turned her gaze forward.
His eyes met hers and she almost forgot to breathe for a moment. He was everything. He seemed like it came from her imagination, the pictures, videos and articles. ,,Do you think an android can get nervous?" his voice suddenly rang out, so engaging that it seemed to drown out her heartbeat.
The question echoed in her head over and over again. ,,N-no I mean yes" she began to stammer and felt the warmth jump to her ears and cheeks.
Oh god pull yourself together! she screamed at herself in her head, swallowing the lump in her throat and digging her fingers into her jeans. ,,Yes... I do think that androids can get nervous. There are... deviants who show emotions, they are human too," she replied and looked up from her lap to the older one again.
Saw how he had tilted his head slightly. His gaze looked as if he was considering whether he should throw her out or do it himself.
,,So you're implying that androids are human? Are you questioning my work?" he asked, smirking as he could practically see the gears turning in her head. She was apparently trying to guess which answer was the right one.
After a few more seconds of silence, he saw in her gaze that she had found her answer. ,,No, I don't question it, I would say that it shows that the relationship between humans and androids is maybe doing something... maybe human," she dared to put up her tese and saw first to her fear how the small smile on his lips disappeared.
His bright eyes looked at her almost incredulously as if she had deeply offended him. I'll never get a job, she thought to herself and was about to reach for her bag when she heard the sound of paper.
,,Come to this address next week and have your tessellation completed Miss," he said and felt him put a card in her hand. She had it. She had the job.
She had finally got it. ,,Thank you! I mean thank you very much Mr. Kamski, I'll come," she said and grabbed her bags before walking out of the room. The big smile on her lips spoke for itself as the android seemed to rejoice with her on her way out.
But in that time, she hadn't even thought about what it meant to be with him. To move in with him, to be with him for more than just minutes or hours. Forever.
Because a mind infused with devotion and emotion overlooks the obvious. Overlooks the gaze of obsession.
The gaze of possession. The gaze of the rich and their greed for everything. Oh, he would do so much more with her than just have her around.
But she did what he said and came to the address on Monday of the next week. His house was out of town, secluded by roads, woods and rocks.
But when she parked her small car in front of the house, armed only with a bag, she realized once again what this meant. I feel like a little kid at Christmas, she thought as she walked up the stairs to his door. It was the season of winter, snow was slowly falling from the sky and looking behind her she saw the landscape slowly turning white.
Her coat kept her warm and the hat on her head kept her ears from freezing. Ringing the bell, she tried to concentrate on the time in front of her, not the cold.
A smile on her lips turned into a surprised look when a blonde woman opened the door for her. ,,Hello, you're Miss Sun right?" she asked the blonde woman who seemed as perfect as only an angel could be.
An android. ,,Yes, I am Mr. Kamski had given me his address for the job," she replied and saw that the blonde woman stepped aside to let her in. ,,Mr. Kamski is expecting you, please take a seat in the living room," she said, a small smile playing around her lips before she gestured towards the room.
The house was too big for one man to live in. But as she walked through the hallways and doors, the dark walls, saw the colorful paintings and the markings, she realized how different they were.
She was nothing compared to him and yet he had chosen her. He had seen something in her, something that set her apart from the others.
But what? What was it? Putting the bag down next to the table, she found herself in the living room. Didn't know whether she should sit down or not. Instead, she stood next to the table and looked around the room.
Only heard muffled footsteps coming towards her, the door opened and he came out. He came out of another part of the house. A black bathrobe on his body, she saw that his hair was still slightly wet, she could see a little of his upper body.
But his gaze, his bright eyes seemed to focus only on her, despite his appearance, he had lost none of his look. ,,Good afternoon, Mr. Kamski, your housekeeper said I should come here...I can wait too," she said and was about to reach for her bag when she heard his grin.
A smirk that led to an amused smile. ,,No, I wanted you to be here and that's why you're here. I suppose you found your way here all right?" he asked, but his interest was clear. She sensed that it wasn't about her life. It should be about her.
It was supposed to be about her work and what was going on inside her. ,,Yes, I did, I also revised my thesis again... Mr. Kamski could you tell me what the job is about now?" she asked as she watched him make himself a green protein shake, mixing the powder with the vegetables, the blender surprisingly quiet.
But he remained silent as he calmly made his drink before walking past her, gesturing for her to follow him. Grabbing her handbag, she followed him, not knowing whether she should walk beside him or behind him.
But she opted for the latter, not wanting to push her luck too far. She didn't want to compete with him. But why? Do I even have a chance? she asked herself and almost walked into him when he stopped.
,,Your room is all yours, I know it might be unpleasant but I would ask you to stay here. As far as my work is concerned, quick communication is essential," he said, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her. She watched as she looked around the room a little.
The room was three times the size of her own small room. Cave it could probably even fit her entire apartment in here. Staying here? For how long? the question popped up in her head and she looked at him slightly questioningly.
She saw that he knew what she was getting at and took a sip of his drink. ,,I don't think for a few more weeks...it depends on how good you are...oh and please just call me Elijah," he dismissed her with those words, closing the door behind him and taking her nervousness with him.
Her glance at her bag let her know that she had to go back to her apartment to pick up her things, but that she had still taken her book with her.
The words she had written about him, being in his house, working for him. ,,I really did it," she muttered and proudly began to unpack her things, set up her room and took her things with her. She tried to find Elijah only to run into Chloe who let her know that Elijah was at work.
Letting her know when he needed her to get her things. Which is why she found herself back in her apartment less than an hour later. Had walked back to the exit, past the pictures and cameras, past the Chloes and past his gaze without realizing it.
She didn't see what he was doing, she just knew she had to do something to formulate her thesis. And when she came back, she saw him again eating a salad at the table in the living room, but this time he wasn't wearing a coat.
He was wearing normal jeans, a dark shirt and glasses. ,,I see you're back, I'd like to read your thesis the day after tomorrow. To understand what's going on inside you," he said and gave her a slight smile. She felt her heart beat faster again, she agreed and went back to her room with her things. The smile on her lips was unmistakable.
Just as unmistakable as his approval. She did as he said as she joined him in his office, his workroom full of various technical things. ,,Elijah, I have my thesis," she said as she stepped inside after knocking and the door opened, she saw him working on an android model.
It was a construct of wires, metal and the pump that symbolized the heart, yet human features were recognizable.
He looked up from his work and something like surprise flashed in his gaze as if he was realizing something before he gave her a satisfied look and motioned her to his desk.
She handed him her tese and he grinned as he felt the paper in his hands. ,,Old-fashioned and yet not corruptibly good," he said as he took the paper properly before he began to read it. she remained standing next to him, watching his eyes run over the sentences.
He became more and more lost in her work, absorbing her words and becoming more and more absorbed in them. ,,Perfection, your idea of something non-living... very good, I'm proud. I would like you to design a model of it for me more deep thought" he baht she had turned towards her his hand had placed itself on her shoulder.
She felt his warmth, although she had always thought of him as cold, he was warm. He was welcoming and he made her heart beat faster, leaving her proud as he held her tese before giving her a smile and watching her walk out of the room.
Not knowing what his thoughts turned to as he went back to his latest project. Her thesis would help him. Everything would be perfect.
But she did what he said, worked on her work, didn't question him, wouldn't and shouldn't. Ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with him. Caught herself listening in the house to see if he was awake to go to the kitchen and make breakfast.
Usually did it with Chloe, who didn't need any sleep. The two of them talked and laughed and she forgot that the blonde was an android.
Forgetting what was happening around her, what was happening out in the world, what had ever happened. Because what she had was here. A job, a friend and a man who admired her and gave her support.
Or did she? Could she describe her life like this? How long had she been with him - days, weeks or even months? How often had she sat with him, revised her work and written down her inner life? What had happened?
,,My dear I will invite you to dinner and would like you to carry this here" she mumbled the words on the small card that lay on the gift wrapping paper that held something with fabric inside.
Unwrapping the gift, she saw the dark fabric of the dress and held it in front of her body. She could feel how expensive it must be, it was perfectly tailored to her body.
It was perfect in every way. As she stood in front of the mirror, she looked at herself in it and for a moment felt like she was on the same level as him. Was with him to the point that she meant something to him.
And she caught herself thinking that the only thing missing was the gold ring on her hand. But had she turned like this or had he made her like this? Did he want to make her like this? Or was everything bigger than he thought in the end? Was she programmed from the beginning to react like this, was it her feelings?
Was it his creation? She didn't let her thoughts get in the way and continued by putting red lipstick on her lips. She took one last look in the mirror before leaving her room. Hearing the clack of her shoes in the hallway, she walked into the dining room, finding no Chloe or any of her friends on her way.
She found only the silence of the house and heard the classical music coming from one of the rooms like a rhythm, the sounds played over and over again as she arrived in the candlelit room. ,,You look beautiful, I'm glad you put it on," he said, giving her the appearance of a choice she didn't have.
After all, what kind of woman would she be if she didn't comply with his request. ,,Thank you for the dress and the invitation," she replied, her gaze dropping for a moment before she saw him step into her field of vision, taking her hand and feeling his warmth as he led her to the table.
,,It's a multi-course meal to thank you for your work," he began, placing the first course of food, a simple soup, before reaching for the bottle of wine and pouring them both a glass.
She saw him sit down opposite her and they both ate in silence. But it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary, the food, the sound of the cutlery and the music in the background created an atmosphere of comfort.
She couldn't see what was hiding behind his gaze as he concentrated on her. ,,Sorry I haven't had so much time for you in the last few days and weeks," he said, almost too suddenly, as he put down the spoon, his look apologetic but his voice seeming out of place. He was inappropriate.
A man who had spent time under machines could show emotion. ,,It's perfectly all right... I'm very glad we have this," she replied and finished her soup, not wanting to break the atmosphere.
She did as she was told before they got to the end of the meal and she didn't know what to do. She didn't have to because Elijah got up from his seat and walked over to her, offering her his hand before she walked next to him for the first time. His hand was on hers as they both walked towards his office.
His gaze was on her, watching her, looking for anything wrong. ,,I've taken the liberty of creating a new prototype...your notes and work helped" he began and walked over to the machine knowing she was listening to him, knowing she would do anything for him from this point on. He handed her the table with the data and watched as she looked over it, fascination in her eyes for his work.
He knew that she would always admire him, it didn't take much but he had read it. He had read her book and knew that she was truly the right person for his purpose.
That his inner self was right, his genius was right, his obsession was right. She let the shapes and processes on the table before she suddenly felt his hand on her shoulder.
He touched her in all the time she had been with him, he had never fully touched her now only when she had done something well. ,,What did I do well?" she asked, turning to him, the device with the thin screen still in her hand.
She kept still wanting more from him, the bond between them still far too strong. He saw her as his and she saw herself as his wife. It was and would be between them. It was her devotion in her brain for him, and it was his desire for her as his wife. For someone perfect.
,,Everything my love...you have no idea...what you've done to me," he murmured and she felt his other hand on her shoulder as he continued to touch her, praising her for something she couldn't do.
,,Can I do something for my existence?" she asked her inner question out to him, hearing his smirk, smelling the metal, the aftershave, snow and wine. Smelled him. Felt him so close to her and yet she didn't move. Stood still like someone waiting for an order.
Something he liked to have her the way he wanted her. Like an android. ,,You can help what you do... tell me, do you want to be free for a moment?" he asked, his hand moving over her shoulder and down to her hand. He gripped the tray and gave her the freedom to decide for a moment.
She could walk away or she could stay and give it to him. And she did. She gave it to him. ,,Free? But we're free, aren't we?" she asked, not knowing what he meant as he took the tray from her. Leaving the first kiss on her neck before he slowly moved her past the.
The office, like everything else, was just a pretext which she seemed to realize but it made no sense, it didn't matter, there was just the two of them and that should be enough. She hadn't been what she used to be for a long time.
But it didn't matter, it was about him and her, not about what had happened. She felt him leave more kisses on her skin as the doors opened in front of them and she felt the warmth on her cheeks, a natural reaction when she saw his bedroom. Dark walls reddish abstract paintings on the walls.
One might have thought that the pictures hid the portrait of a woman, but what did she know. At most, he saw her in the colors. Because he wanted to. Because understanding told him so. She felt him next to her, his hands gripped hers, her shy gaze found his.
Her uncertain, his almost demanding, the glasses helped him to see her better, even if he didn't need them. He would have her anyway. He slowly placed his hand on her side and pulled her close.
On the contrary, the closer he touched her, the more intimate she became. The more she wanted him. ,,That's it," he said with a murmur, apparently listening to her thoughts before she felt his lips on hers, kissing his warmth over her as she clung to him, almost searching.
He wanted the kiss more knew he was getting it. But she gladly gave herself to him. She felt safe. He had given her a job, given her a dress, given her everything.
Now it was only fair that she gave him something back, wasn't it? It was always like that. She only felt a dull sensation as he moved to her back and unzipped the expensive fabric flowing from her body. She stepped out of her shoes as if automatically, not wanting it to be over like this.
She wanted to please him without realizing that she was doing just that. ,,I've liked you ever since I saw you... like a perfection for me," he said, taking away her fear as he went to the bed, leaving her standing there, almost confused and full of shame.
The warmth on her cheeks increased as she felt flattered and crawled towards him on the bed, knowing that he was watching her, not hiding the fact that he found her attractive.
That he saw exactly how her nipples had hardened slightly from the cold. That his hands lay on the fabric and her shaky exhale. He had her body to himself, had her to himself. ,,Elijah you-me...you are everything," she murmured, knowing it was her mind veiled in lust.
The spirit that longed for Elijah wanted more. Wanted more of his touch. ,,I know that... I know everything, my love," he whispered to her, pulling her into another kiss before he let his hand wander over her breast again. He felt her shudder. ,,Poor girl...all these months without touch or pleasure...without me," he said, watching her.
Watched her through his Chloe's or had to know. Had given him lust without her knowing who his cameras were. She had shown him everything he needed to know. Always in the quiet of the night, he had touched himself to see what she had done.
He pulled her onto his lap, feeling her quick pulse as he kissed her neck, beginning to leave colorful marks on it, her warmth mingling with his as she held onto the cover in the dark bed.#
His hand that was not on her breast moved to her thigh. She felt her hips thrust out towards him, full of devotion, needing him. ,,I'm going to make you feel good look" he whispered to her biting lightly into her lobe hearing her shaky exhale feeling her lust could feel the tingling in her body as his rough fingers slipped under her bra.
Moaning his name, she pressed herself against him, feeling his own arousal against her back, yet he focused on her. Wanted to see her fall apart when he actually touched her.
She opened her half-closed eyes and looked at herself and Elijah out loud in surprise. Her own reflection in the mirror built into the closet. ,,Beautiful forever," he whispered to her and she moaned as she let his fingers wander over her center.
It was different where her fingers weren't even close enough, his seemed so much better. He felt her wetness through the fabric of her underwear, took his hand from her breast and let it wander over her body. Leaving red scratches, small bites, marks and kisses.
Driving her on as he repeatedly focused his attention on the little bundle of nerves. As her voice filled the room, the classical music drowning in it, he was also completely hard but with each of her shaky movements his hardness got some relief.
He rubbed himself lightly against her his breathing was slightly shaky and yet it made no difference. Because he dealt with her. Giving her more of what she wanted while his blue eyes were on her. Her gaze on the mirror. The trembling spread to her legs as she begged him for more.
But he knew he had watched her closely and knew when she was slowly coming to the end. ,,Look at you, darling... everything just for me," he continued to murmur, finally wanting to show her. His finger moved out of her only to add another one, keeping her better than her own, her hips in rhythm with him. His praise took her mind away.
His pace increased, her trembling increased and when he heard her murmur he knew she was nearing climax. ,,El-Elijah please," she said, resting her head on his shoulder, finally wanting to let go, her fingers digging into the dark bed. He gave her body more kisses before he gave her the okay.
He took his hand from her breast and gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. She fell apart around him with a throaty moan.
He pulled out of her, her heavy-breathing form relaxing to just a sporadic twitch of her legs as she came down from her high. Closing her eyes, he withdrew from her. Licked his hand clean and slowly pushed her away. Watched as she still wasn't completely back, but she didn't have to be. ,,Thank you for your time, my dear," he said, hearing only a murmur, but his gaze went to the mirror.
A flicker caused the android behind it to take away the image of the mirror, the projection disappeared and her image emerged in the form of the android.
,,I have recorded all the data, sir," said the android's voice, turning her gaze away from her human image. ,,Very well, interpret the data I want perfection darling," he said and his hand passed over hers but warmth met cold. The coldness of a machine before it went out. He was left alone with his muse, his darling.
Saw that she was asleep saw that she was unaware. Didn't know what his search for her had driven her to. ,,Sleep well my love," he said and withdrew from her, opening and closing the door. Left her alone.
Until he wanted her again, knowing that she would give him everything. That he had rebuilt her so that when her human shell died, he had her eternally living one. She was his, right down to her soul, she belonged to him and always had.
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#detroid become human#dbh#elijah kamski#dbh elijah kamski#dbh elijah kamski x reader#elijah kamski x reader#neil newbon
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Masterlist:
Masterlist 2
Marvel:
Miles Morales x male!Reader: “You knew it was going to snow, right?”
Miles Morales x gn!Reader: Protection / Confession
Miles Morales x gn!ninja!Reader: "You're a nin-what?"
Miles Morales x male!genius!Reader: Observant
Miles Morales x fem!spider-woman!Reader: Coincidence
Miles Morales x mute!male!Reader: Grateful
Peter B. Parker x male!detective!Reader: Distraction
Peter Parker (any Spider-Man) x male!spider-mutant!Reader: Love and Affection
mcu!Peter Parker x black!male!witch!Reader: Best One Yet
tasm!Peter Parker x touchy!gn!Reader: Physical
tasm!Peter Parker x kryptonian!male!Reader: Jealousy, Jealousy
Scott Lang x male!Reader: "Out of Milk"
Steve Rogers x male!Reader: "Mine."
Steven Grant x trans!male!reader: Long Day
Steven grant x asexual(spectrum)!gn!Reader: Normal
Yelena Belova x gn! Reader: “Dont fuck it up.”
Yelena Belova x ftm!Reader: "You’re looking quite masculine tonight"
Stranger Things:
Nothing yet!
The Umbrella Academy:
Luther Hargreeves x male!himbo!Reader: Jacked Dumbasses [Headcanons]
Criminal Minds:
Nothing yet!
Hitman Trilogy:
yandere!Agent 47 x gn!Reader: Patience // Garden
yandere!father!Agent 47 x gn!reader: Escapade
Lucas Grey x gn!Reader: "You..."
Mission: Impossible:
dad!Ethan Hunt x son!Reader: “Talk to Me.”
Ethan Hunt x agent!male!Reader: Can't Lose You
Ethan Hunt x male!Reader: Someone He Could Trust
FarCry 5:
Jacob Seed x gn!Reader: “Chapstick”
Valorant:
Nothing yet!
Detroit Become Human:
Connor (Rk800) x male!engineer!Reader: Overheated
Elijah Kamski Fluff/SFW Alphabet (gn!Reader)
Markus (dbh) x fem!human!Reader: A Helping Hand
Simon (dbh) x human!loving!gn!Reader: You are my sunshine
Simon (dbh) x human!gn!Reader: Turning Blue
Our Life Beginnings & Always:
Nothing yet!
Error 143:
Nothing yet!
Sally Face:
Sal Fisher x male!reader who’s into witchcraft; Little Dark Age
Sal Fisher x gn!reader; I'm Here
WatchDogs Trilogy:
Josh Sauchak Headcanons !! (gn!Reader)
Sitara Dhawan x mute!younger!sibling!reader: Simple Mistake
COD: Modern Warfare2:
Alejandro Vargas & Rodolfo Parra x trans!male!Reader: Deserving (smut included)
John Price x top!male!Reader: "PRICE?!"
John Price x Simon 'Ghost' Riley (req drabble): Sleep
John "Soap" MacTavish x Sly!Flirty!Gn!Reader (headcanons)
Poly!GhostSoap x airhead!male!reader: Idiot Boyfriend
Poly!Alerudy treating male!reader like Morticia Addams
The MW2 boys reaction to you calling them pretty boy (gn!Reader)
The MW2 boys reacting to male!Reader dying on the field (alejandro, rodolfo, soap)
The Imperfects:
Nothing yet!
Encanto:
Nothing yet!
Girl From Nowhere:
Nothing yet!
Metal Lords:
Hunter Sylvester with a Stoner s/o (Headcanons)
Dc Universe:
Barry Allen with a male!forensic psychologist!Reader
Dick Grayson x jealous!male!reader
Hal Jordan (Green Lantern) x quiet!male!Reader: Discretion
John Constantine x black!male!Reader: Cuddle-Bug
Tim Drake (Robin) x affectionate!male!Reader: Loverboy
Tim Drake x gn!crow-like!reader; Catch me if you can
Kid Flash x male!Reader: Joy Ride
Kid Flash x male!Reader: Denial
Kid flash and flash (seperate) with a rich!male!Reader
(Kid Flash) Wally West x gn!alien!Reader: Scent
Superman x male!detective!reader: Intrigued
Young Justice Squad x fem!aroace!reader (soulmate AU); Cursed
Masterlist 2
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Back to directory;
#marvel#stranger things#the umbrella academy#criminal minds#hitman world of assassination#far cry 5#Valorant#detroit become human#our life beginnings & always#Sally face#watchdogs#the imperfects#encanto#girl from nowhere#metal lords#dc universe#prismaster#prislist
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System Instability
https://ift.tt/U5IjQRY
by katlakitty
RK900 aka Nines is deviated by Connor and is looking for something to do. He joins the DPD after the revolution and gets assigned as Gavin's partner. Gavin isn't exactly fond of Androids and they have a pretty rough start.
They slowly get used to each other until Gavin messes up and they have to start all over.
This is a Reed900 slow burn, it will take some time for the two of them to see eye to eye.
Words: 10650, Chapters: 3/49, Language: English
Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed's Cat, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Jeffrey Fowler, Ben Collins (Detroit: Become Human), Original Characters, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Captain Allen (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Elijah Kamski
Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed
Additional Tags: description of crime scenes, Description of wounds, Canon Typical Violence, Case Work, Strong Language, cursing, Gavin is a bottom most of the time, Nines is a top most of the time, Gavin has issues, Gavin is an asshole but becomes less of an asshole, Nines has a superiority complex, Connor is a cinnamon roll, Hank has issues, Gavin owns a motorbike, slowburn, sorry - i love writing dialogue and banter, Sparring, Tina and Gavin are besties, mentioned depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Child Abuse, Hinted sexual abuse, Child Neglect, Kidnapping, Adoption, Semi Public Sex, Public Sex, Past Abuse, brief mention of fantasized violence, brief mention of past sexual nonconsent, possible hankcon, Background Romance, thoughts of self harm, nightclubs, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Dancing, First Kiss, psychiatrist, Therapy, Masturbation, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Blowjobs, Jealousy, Christmas, santa is not real, stanta is dead and killed an elf, Rimming, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Possessive Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering
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🎈 Requests Closed! 🎈
What I do write:
- Gay, MLM, NBLNB, or NBLM only
-X Cis Male Reader
-X FTM Male Reader
-X NB / Gender neutral Reader
I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned
-Stranger Things
Eddie Munson
Steve Harrigston
Billy Hargrove
Jonathan
-Marvel
Thor
The Hulk
Iron Man
Wolverine
Black Panther
Caption America
Dr Strange
Deadpool
Loki
Vision
Shang Chi
Eddie Brock
Hawkeye
Ant Man
Star Lord
-DBH
Connor
Hank
Markus
Elijah Kamski
Open to more requests of characters (no nsfw of these characters)
-DC
Bruce Wayne (Comics)
Batman (Comics)
Superman
Aquaman
Joker
Open to more requests of different characters
-Star Wars
Obi-Wan
Anakin Skywalker
Luke Skywalker
-Batman Movie (2022)
The Batman
Bruce Wayne
The Riddler
-JJBA
Literally most characters
Jotaro X Kakyoin (The only character x character I’ll do)
-HxH
Chrollo
-Demon Slayer
Giyu
Rengoku
Tengen Uzui
Muichiro Tokito
Sanemi Shinazugaws
Open to more requests!
-COD
Simon “Ghost” riley
John Price
John “Soap” Mactavish
Gary “Roach” Sanderson
I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!
Things I WILL write:
-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)
BDSM
(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)
-Lime
-Fluff
-Angst
Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)
-Headcannons
-Poly Relationship
-Specific Requests
-Unspecific Request (Still need character and Gender)
Things I WON’T write:
Non Con
18+ X 18-
Generally messed up stuff.
Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic shit
Abusive Relationships
Some Character X Character
Non LGBTQ writing (I’m a gay man, so I write Gay stuff 🤷♂️)
Yandere characters or readers
Smut of IRL people (actors playing roles are okay)
When Requesting PLEASE include…
-Name of Character(s)
-Gender (FTM, Cis Male, or NB)
-Type of reader: Disabled, Chubby, Plus sized, Shorter, Taller, POC, Smart, Dumb, Clumsy, etc! (This isn’t required)
-Scenarios! (I prefer this!)
-Maximum of 4 Characters per story, 6 for headcannons.
-If your character if on multiple season of a show (example JJBA) PLEASE specify which season of the character you’d like me to write about.
Post Times!
I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!
Byye Byee!!
#x male reader#reqs open#eddie x male reader#batman x male reader#battison#dc x male reader#marvel x reader#x reader#riddler x reader#demon slayer x reader#star wars x reader#gay pride#gay#writers on tumblr#fanfic#fluff and smutt
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Watch Me, Touch Me
Summary: In which Elijah talks you through it whilst stumbling over and struggling with the very set of rules he's given to you.
Pairing: softdom!Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader
Word Count: -1.3k
Content Warnings: Pure Smut 18+!, Female Masturbation, Voyeurism, Implied Chastity, Overstimulation, Pet Names, Unprotected P In V, More Funishment Than Actual Punishment
A/N: I'd let this man ruin my life 🫡
Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld @herprivateisland
Sugar, I've developed a taste for you now
My arms keep you in the room
Barely let you move
Show me what you do, oh
- Sugar By Sleep Token
“Come on now, please!”, You pleaded under your breath, the air being sucked out of your lungs by gingerly wandering fingertips, “It’s not fair. I’ve been good all week long, please, Elijah!”
Instead of approval, you were answered with a dismissive clicking of a tongue right against your ear: “I know, I know and you’ve really been so good for me but you also know how much I like to watch, no?”
Elijah’s breath against the sensitive skin of your neck coaxed a wayward moan to slip past your slightly trembling lips whilst his slender fingers gently wrapped themselves around your wrist, pushing your hand further down across your stomach.
“So needy, hm? Go on, love, take care of that ache. I allow it.” His saccharine-sweet voice crept into your senses, intoxicating you in the blink of an eye.
“Hmhmm but I want you, Eli, please.” It left your mouth in a murmur, knowing that he wouldn’t just change his mind, not now as you reached between your legs to soothe the pulsing need for attention and caress.
“You want, hm?”, He chuckled softly, lips lapping at your earlobe to pepper the shell of your ear with a wash of quick pecks, “Need I remind you that you are in no position to want anything, dear?”
Your little slip-up was punished immediately by his teeth latching at the skin of your earlobe to bite down harshly, dragging it past his teeth until it slipped from his lips again. Something in between a breathy moan and whine rolled over your tongue in response as you led two fingers to push through soaked folds, allowing them to plunge right into your throbbing, wet cunt. The sensation of your walls stretching around your fingers rippled through your body, leading you to spread your legs further.
“Feels so good, doesn't it?” Elijah commented, his voice rendering raspy as you could practically feel his gaze shifting to watch you pleasuring yourself.
“Uh-Huh.” You mumbled in return, slowly pulling your fingers from your core again to start circling around your swollen clit.
An entire week of abstinence doubled down on your senses in the very second the tip of your index finger drew the first sloppy movements over sensitive and yearning nerve endings. It made your back arch from the mattress with ease as growing waves of pleasure spread throughout your body, leaving you craving for more nudge after nudge.
“Fuck…” You huffed before biting down on your lower lip, wanting and simultaneously not wanting to cum just yet to equal amounts.
You didn't want to push yourself past that threshold already, the way up to it felt simply too good and yet you desperately struggled to not simply let yourself fall right into it. It felt almost pathetic, being needy enough to cum just after a few strokes of your own fingers.
“Hold on…” Eli whispered to you but you couldn't bring yourself to halt in your movements.
“Stop it.” His demand rendered from a soft request into a harsh instruction, making your heart beat pick faster and your stomach flip.
Accompanied by his command, his hand shot back down to your wrist and pulled it back, eliciting a desperate groan from you.
“No, please!” You found yourself pleading with him yet again.
“Incredible.”, Elijah sounded fairly entertained by your desperation, “One week without an orgasm and you turn into a mouthy brat, unable to follow orders.”
“ ‘M sorry…” The flimsy apology rolled over your tongue before you opened your eyes to a half-lidded gaze.
You tried begging unto him with your eyes but sooner than later you realized that it was a losing game today. A pair of glacier blue irises stared right back at you without any compassion, unmoved by your neediness.
“How come I'm not buying that? Are you really because it doesn't sound all that convincing, love.” He cooed to you, the shadows of a smile tugging at his lips whilst he rested your hand right underneath the curve of your breasts.
“You know what I'm thinking? It's okay.”, Elijah pushed himself to lean on his elbows, effectively caging you under him with his forehead resting right against yours, “If you need me so bad to make you cum then that's what I'm going to.”
Your already shallow breaths hitched as you felt Eli nestling between your legs comfortably. In a smooth motion, he pulled his waist back a little just to roll his hips back at you, spearheading right into you until it nearly hurt. The sensation of him filling you up so suddenly made your hands claw at him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders to certainly leave their marks in his soft skin for the next few days.
“So fucking wet and desperate for me to fuck you, hm?”, Eli teased, his lips placing unexpectedly gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth, “Can't even get through a week without my attention, no?”
Your senses scrambled to put words into a reasonable sentence in order to answer to your lover who was filling you up to the brim with every languid thrust of his. In a strangely comfortable way you felt helpless, vulnerable to Elijah rendering you pathetically cock-drunk almost immediately.
“Feels s-so much better than my hand.” You whimpered into his plush lips, your eyes fluttering shut again, lost in waves of bliss ebbing through you that got accompanied by lewd, wet sounds of his cock drilling into you over and over.
The velvety tip of his pulsing, hard cock stroked over that extra sensitive spot inside with ease and more often than not, Elijah left you in awe how he seemed to know your body better than you did. He knew how to shut you up without ever verbally demanding so.
“I know, babe, I know and it's okay. Let go. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” He hummed, his shamelessly direct words nearly enough to send you over the edge in that very instant.
You tried to muffle your increasingly desperate moans and mewls in his neck but it was to no avail as Eli picked up the pace, now fucking into you with reckless abandon, the sound of skin clashing against skin filling the somberly lit bedroom.
“I'm…” You stuttered away but instead of letting you finish your rambling, Elijah pressed his lips to yours, swallowing all the leftover words in a nearly bruising kiss.
He hummed as you groaned into his mouth, your body growing more and more tense before the brutally tight coil in your lower abdomen finally snapped. For a split second you felt like levitating, muscles spasming in waves of numbing pleasure whilst your body writhed underneath Elijah's. In a relentless manner, he fucked you through your orgasm, still not stopping after the high had slowly faded away, turning your cunt hypersensitive to his thrusting.
“Eli, stop. It's too much!” It left your mouth in a sharp whine.
“I don't think so, babe. You were so desperate for me to make you cum and that's exactly what I'm doing now… again and again until I fucked you senseless, love.”
#elijah kamski smut#dbh elijah kamski x reader#dbh elijah kamski#elijah kamski x reader#elijah kamski#dbh fanfic#dbh#detroit: become human#detroit become human
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*.✧ Requests ✧.*
Status:open
Note
I’ve never in my life used tumblr to post on. I can barely work a cell phone and I’m supposed to be from the more tech savvy generation. I apologize if this looks like shit. If anyone has tips to make it look good that would be real appreciated.
Also. There will eventually be smut on here so if you ain’t matte enough to read it. Just don’t. There will be fluff too but if you’re too young. Don’t read the smut.
When requesting it would be greatly appreciated if you gave a small plot summary/idea or prompt. It makes it easier for me and I feel it makes it more interactive for you all :)
Will do:
Most things including, Fluff, Smut, angst, fantasy, modern, horror(I’ll try), soul mates, oc stuff , x reader, canon x canon. All gender pairings, slashers, monsters, etc.
Will not:
underage characters, incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, abuse, scat/urine, infantilism.
Even if something isn’t on this list, I still have a right to decline writing something if it makes me uncomfortable.
✎Fandoms✎
Life is strange
Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Warren Graham, Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers. Sean Diaz, Cassidy, Finn McNamara, Penny. Skip Matthews. Alex Chen, Gabe Chen, Ryan Lucan, Steph Gingrich. Others if requested.
Detroit: Become Human
Connor, Kara, Markus. Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rose Chapman, Josh, Lucy, Luther, Simon, Leo Manfred, North, Perkins, RK900, Ralph.
Fallout 4
Cait, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacReady, Curie, John Hancock, Deacon, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Sturges, Strong.
Resident Evil 8
Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Benneviento, Salvatore Moreau.
The Last of Us
Joel Miller, Ellie Williams(pt2), Tommy Miller, Bill(MxM only), Tess, Henry. Haven’t played much of Part 2 yet.
The Walking Dead Game
Lee, Clem(aged up), Kenny, Doug, Carley, Lilly, Ben. Nick, Luke, Bonnie, Jane, Mike. Javier, David, Kate, Eleanor, Tripp, Ava, Paul aka “Jesus”. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Marlon, James.
The Walking Dead TV Series
Too many to list. I’ll do the main cast. Any others will be by request.
This is taking a long time. I’m not listing all the characters from here on. Just assume I’ll know them on request. I’ve been working on this for like three hours.
Red Dead Redemption
Legend of Zelda
Botw, Totk, others on request
Stardew Valley
The Hobbit
Pokemon
Avatar(James Cameron)
Avatar(The Last Airbender)
Skyrim
FrostBite, John Doe, etc.
Slashers(Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Brahms, etc)
Demon Slayer
Doctor Who
Supernatural
OC Content:
Fantasy(modern or medieval). Zombie apocalypse. Cryptids. I might even do some OC design requests and stuff eventually.
Please I’m begging y’all to request something. Anything. Please. I’m not 100% sure how commenting or whatever works, but please just request anything. Idk how to set up a request button so just commenting works
#fanfic#life is strange#request#detroit become human#dbh fanfic#fallout 4#resident evil#re8#last of us#the walking dead#twdg#telltale the walking dead#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#stardew valley#loz#loz fanfic#legend of zelda#the hobbit#pokemon#avatar the last airbender#avatar 2009#avatar the way of water#skyrim#frostbite game#slashers#demon slayer#fantasy#horror#request page
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Dollhouse - Chap 4 - Connor x Fem!Reader
Pairings: Connor/Female Reader
Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+
Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ]
Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ]
Words: 3.7k
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, PnV, mild breeding kink, so mild
Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU.
Chap 4 - Beauty and the Machine*
Tonight was a night for celebration, a party to toast the man of the year: Elijah Kamski and his company’s fifth anniversary. Heels clacked over marble flooring as guests of a gala passed through white Grecian pillars. Above the crowds was a domed ceiling with painted scenes and gold moulding, framing an equally impressive sparkling chandelier. Mouthwatering appetizers wafted by in the arms of waitstaff dressed in black and white formal. People clamored around tiny tables covered in delicate, glittery cloth. A string quartet played a whimsical classical song as champagne flutes clinked.
“Cheers!” the party goers all cried out in unison.
You joined them silently, raising your glass to the air and then to your lips. The champagne was a good vintage, the sharp tang fizzing across your tongue. Hidden away from the crowds, you were happily situated on a balcony above the noise. A railing supported most of your weight while you nursed your drink, the best part of tonight. Your beaded gown felt tight, too revealing in places and your heels taller than you’d liked.
You wanted to go home.
Too much of the evening was spent catering to the egos of guests who were enchanted by your presence. All of the more than eager to use you as stepping stone to Elijah.
The attention was endless.
Some tore you apart with their eyes, scrutinizing every inch of your appearance, only to go soft when they realized the woman in Elijah’s arms was his sister. Their smiles were polite, the light never quite reaching their eyes.
“I didn’t know Kamski had a sister!”
“Stepsister,” you corrected them.
It was one guest after the other, some more familiar than they should be. You caught the eye of a pair of older millionaires seeking to expand their family empire.
“Oh, you pretty little thing, you know we’ve got a son…”
Sisyphus wouldn’t survive an evening in your shoes.
“Hey, so hear me out. Me and my buddy have this app…”
“Excuse me, I need to go powder my nose,” you interrupted.
Did anyone still call it that in this decade?
The gentleman you were speaking to blinked and politely dipped his head. “Of course…!”
It was a wonder you managed to sneak up the grand staircase and duck behind a curtain to your hiding spot, too tired and drunk to humor anyone else. The curtain behind you rustled and your nose caught the scent of Elijah’s favorite cologne long before he spoke. He always had an uncanny ability to locate you no matter where you ran off to.
“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked.
“S’fine,” you shrugged.
He leaned over the railing, a set of icy blue eyes scanning the lively party below. Someone had the idea to start a conga line, their laughter and drunken slurring of the words “conga, conga, conga” drowning out the delicate string instruments.
“They won’t bite,” he said while stealing your champagne flute away.
“Hey—!”
He fixed a playful look at you, adding a small shake of his head. You could hear the inaudible “tut-tut.”
“Go,” he coaxed. “Have some fun, try the conga line. Live a little.”
“I did,” you stubbornly resisted. “I got bored when one guy started talking about his fleet of yachts.”
You tried to snatch your glass back but Elijah was quick, rotating his wrist to catch it in his other arm.
“Just let me know when you want to go home,” you huffed.
He hummed and you followed his gaze to a pair of models down below. One waved and the other winked.
“Don’t wait for me. There’s a car outside whenever you’re ready to go,” he said.
As quickly as he appeared, he vanished behind the curtains, the gentle swishing the only evidence that he even came to see you.
Oh.
He took your champagne, too.
Reluctantly, you descended the ornate staircase and dodged dancing guests to the find the shortest path to a waitstaff serving alcohol. You tripped on a wet spot, or someone’s dress, either way, the world was suddenly spinning faster than you could keep up with it.
A hand grasped your wrist, tugging you gracefully into a firm chest. A navy suited arm braced your shoulders and you followed the pressed collar of his suit past his white linen shirt and black tie to a…freckled face.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Hello, Prince Charming.
“Yes…” You think you said it or mouthed it. The floor and ceiling tilted and bent in your vision as you scanned the decorative paintings…the gold trim…the chandelier. You could see yourself lost in the sea of swirling dancers as if you were still standing at the balcony. He spoke again and your focus warped back to his shirt and tie.
“Do you dance?” he inquired with a smile.
You scoffed, suddenly more sober than you were earlier.
“Actually, n—”
It was a mistake to look up, finding yourself lost in a pair of honey brown eyes. There was no malice behind them, just curiosity and a glint of amusement.
“…Ngh—yeah. Sure. Why not?” you answered.
A light tune, Rêverie by Claude Debussy, began. He took a cue from the changing music and led you across the dance floor. One of his hands slipped behind your back while the other held your arm out to guide you in a series of turns. Your hips were attached by a pair of magnets, flowing left, right, forwards, and backwards. His cologne was present and not overwhelming, a light masculine scent with a sharp metallic tinge. A man made of metal or a fake tie clip?
You spun with him, the pace of the song picking up fast enough that you could feel a breeze tickle your neck. When you took a step back, he followed, pushing his leg flush to your hips. There wasn’t a moment where you couldn’t feel him somewhere on your skin, especially when his palm on began inching down from your shoulders. Strong, firm fingers pressed into your skin, mapping out one bump to the next along your spine.
“That’s funny,” he said while dipping you.
You gasped at the unexpected loss of your center of gravity, gripping his arms for balance. He held you like you weighed nothing and brushed his nose over yours, his exhale heating your lips as he laughed.
“W-What’s so funny?” you stammered.
“Have you seen the tree they’ve brought in?”
His head shifted and you turned to find a large cherry tree had made a home in the center of the room. Guests stepped in perfect time to the music, forming a swirling formation right below the falling foliage.
“How did that get here?“ you gasped.
He smiled, all sunshine and dripping with honey. “You should look more closely at it when you have a chance.”
Your face twisted in confusion. This man was crazy and yet…you glanced back at the tree and it looked closer or bigger than than it was before. Dancers parted, revealing a sizable burl in the otherwise perfect bark. The corners of his mouth dipped as warm fingers caressed your cheek.
“When you dream…it’s not always this pleasant, is it?” he asked.
You breathed out his name, even though he had not given it yet.
“No harm will come to you as long as I am here,” he promised while bringing your hand up to his lips for a kiss. “Sleep.”
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What were dreams if not a mosaic of memories and the subconscious working together to create mind bending, nonlinear narratives? On nights when you could not rest, were the sheep you counted covered in wool and prancing over your pillow? Or were they powered by electricity, spinning around like figurines in a carousel?
When you woke, it was one of those coming back into your body experiences where you could only feel one limb at a time. First, it was the arm trapped beneath your pillow, then the other which was tangled in someone else’s limbs. Connor’s hand loosely gripped yours against your chest, the synthetic skin warmer than usual and faintly buzzing. A firm chest covered your back, his weight a welcome comfort.
Through android instinct or sheer luck, he sensed something amiss, choosing to greet you by laying kisses down the column of your neck. A leg pressed between yours, the android tangling himself around you like a blanket. He let go of your hand to wrap an arm around your middle as his other threaded into your hair.
“Bad dream?” he asked.
Through the thick and groggy haze of waking up, you noticed it instantly, a change in the endlessly evolving machine. Connor did not seem to tire, always sounding alert and refreshed no matter the circumstance. Today was different, his voice was lower, rough and scratchy like his vocals cords were warming up.
You brought the back of your hand to rub your eyes. “No, at least…I don’t think so. I tend to forget my dreams when I wake up.”
Rolling away from the sunny side of the bed, you snuggled yourself back into his embrace. Your palm pressed flat on his chest. A light vibration from his hardware rumbled like a cat’s purr. Thoughtlessly, you leaned in to peck soft kisses down the notch between his collarbones and to the center of his chest where the buzzing was it’s strongest. His breath hitched when you flicked your tongue in a swirl over the skin. It was nice seeing a machine stutter from such a small act. Everything you did to Connor seemed to bring him some form of easy pleasure. Regardless of his purpose, it still delighted you to know you could provide something in return.
“I think it was a nice dream,” you concluded and rose back up to kiss his lips.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he replied while nuzzling his face to yours. One part of his anatomy was eager enter the conversation, prodding at your stomach in a not so subtle reminder of its existence. You made a noise caught between a laugh and a gasp, your brain still shaking off the fog of dreamland.
He sprung on you regardless, covering your body with his. Your back sunk into the mattress, hair twisting beneath your head. The kiss was hot, wet and sloppy, his lips claiming yours with a thrilling desperation. Your mouths were a stage, your tongues wrestling to and fro. You cheated, nipping his tongue gently, a victory short lived when he pulled away in surprise. The softness was gone, honed by a sharp, never ending hunger brimming over the pupils of his eyes.
“May I have you?” he pleaded in a tone that implied he’d been patiently waiting all night. As if you needed more convincing, his fingers whispered between your thighs, tracing faint lines up your skin to the bundle of nerves below.
Your legs were falling apart before you could get the words out.
“Yes…yes, Connor.”
The bedsheets tugged upwards with him as he rose up to slot his hips between your legs. His knees spread out, pressing against the meat of your thighs, pushing them further apart. You couldn’t hold back a gasp when he bucked his hips, the cold tip of his wet length gliding over your warm folds. Your moan was crushed between his mouth as he ground into you with whimpers of his own.
“S-so…good,” he slurred, already drunk on your warmth.
It was agonizing when he grazed your entrance, only to proceed to slip up past it, the blunt head of his cock teasing your swollen bud repeatedly. He continued moving in slow seesawing motions, the friction pulling a tight knot in your abdomen. A bow would snap if it held the same tension you had in your spine. You were more than ready, on the verge of begging.
Maybe Connor didn’t know that he needed to put it in.
“Connor,” you huffed out, biting your lip to fight a smile. Perhaps, you’d have to show him how the birds and the robot bees worked.
His eyes snapped to meet yours, the brown lost behind the squint of a guilty and self-satisfied smile.
“Preparation is important,” he answered sheepishly, completely ignoring how your hips canted to change the course of his next thrust. How were you expecting to outsmart machine precision? You writhed with a helpless moan.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispered, staying completely still above you. “I…I could do this forever.”
“Con…”
The rest of his name was cut off by his lips covering yours as he lined himself up to you, the tip of him nudging gently at your core. He almost entered you when his face pulled away with a gasp. Pink dusted over his cheeks as his hips hovered over yours. Two strong hands cradled your face on the pillow.
“I…I want to see you. When I…when…” he muttered, distracted and overwhelmed already.
You were a little worried actual sex might break him, but if you were being honest with yourself, you were in no better shape. Sweat beaded down your back as you wiggled beneath him to wrap your legs around his narrow waist. Your nails scraped into the back of his neck and while you couldn’t dent or break his skin, he got the message.
Taking the lead, he tilted his hips, easing himself slowly into you. His optics moved in tiny fluttery movements, like a camera tracking a target as he studied your face. It would have been unnerving if it weren’t for the loud, open mouthed moan that erupted from his lips. He was barely in you, the tip of him stretching and holding you open. Even with all of his preparation, it was a slow process. His hips pulled back, coating himself in more of your slick and diving further in a second attempt.
“You’re s-so tight…” he whined as the blue on his head shifted red.
Your hands threaded through his soft hair, kneading until his eyes pinched shut.
“You’re doing so well,” you spoke, pressing a kiss to his pink cheeks as he melted, moaning softly and pushing deeper.
He propped himself up onto his elbows, tilting his head down to watch him disappear inch by inch until your hips fused together. The act alone seemed to have wiped him out as his head fell to your chest.
“I…you…you feel so…s—“ he said through a wall of static, his biocomponents working overtime, clicking and whirring in his chest.
You palmed his cheek, thumb drawing circles on synthetic flesh as bits of it turned white to your touch. “I know…you feel amazing, Connor.”
He was still whining, panting and cycling air while his forehead rested firmly against your sweaty chest. Slowly, he eased out and back in, mouth agape as you let him claim you again and again. Once your calves tightened around his waist, he got a little braver.
One second you were mostly on the mattress and the next, his arms wrapped around your lower back to lift you off the bed. Your knees pressed to your chest and all you could do was place your arms over his shoulders and cling to him. He moved with a calculated intensity, keeping you on the edge with cycles of deep, angled thrusts. You didn’t have to worry about damaging his ears as you cried out loudly from underneath him. He experimented with slower and deeper thrusts, discovering that he could savor the heat of your core, the way you pulsed and molded to him. His eyes fluttered and rolled as he finally found the adjective he’d been struggling find.
“P-perfect,” he gasped. “You feel…perfect.”
He held you open like a man with all the carnal and animalistic intention of breeding a willing female. No matter how human he seemed, Connor never failed to remind you that he didn’t exist on a food chain. Mechanical noises emitted from his voice box, sharp and clear even while his mouth was shut. The flesh tone vanished from his hands, smooth, white plastic digging into your spine. He did not sweat nor did the momentum of his hips falter. He was a machine moving with a purpose.
And you loved it.
“Fuck, Connor!”
You were close and he could sense it. The familiar but still alien sensation of his rubbery padded fingers working it’s way between your legs. A deep, guttural sound ripped out of his mouth—possessive and almost demanding.
“Let me…let me see it. I want to see it,” he breathed harshly.
At some point, his hair had fallen over his eyes, blackened orbs glinting between strands of brown hair with an unwavering, singular focus.
Ah, to be the sole affection, the apple of an android’s eye.
The covers draped over his shoulders like a dark cape, rustling down his back with every harsh thrust. You were overheating, writhing with your eyes shut in a sauna of your own sweat. Connor was having none of it, his voice spoke without interference, clear enough to feel like you could hear it in your head.
“Look at me,” he said slowly and calmly, stretching the three words to convey the depths of his devotion.
You tried, bleary eyed while drawing in short gasps of air. A pressure on your back pushed your chest flush with his. His lower jaw trembled as he silently mouthed words he wasn’t sure he could say.
“I…I want to remember this…in case…I don’t see you again,” he stammered.
With the high functioning part of your mind positively fucked out of the universe, you weren’t sure what prompted you to reply, but you did.
“You w-will….Ah—you will!”
It seemed to mollify him, a sweet smile dimpling his cheeks. He laid a kiss on your lips, his grin still present throughout.
“Then…cum for me. Please.”
You could feel him all around you, a cage of plastic that knew your body better than an old lover. Initially, his presence was as persistent and inconvenient as the falling snow, blanketing you with no end in sight. Long gone was his formality and your doubts about a machine companion. He was an oddity, awkward at times and beguiling when he didn’t mean to be. Connor was the only one of his kind, beckoning…begging, pleading for a companion. From one lonely soul to another, it would be cruel to deny him.
You heard him ask again, a string of pleas from a gasping, blushing face. He had propped himself on an elbow, leaning most of his weight to one side in order to cup the back of your head. Your muscles knotted around him and you think that might be what would break him as his LED bled red once again.
“Yes, let me—” he groaned, driving his hips in more wildly. “Let me feel it.”
With a shudder, your peak came and lingered in a plateau of weightlessness until Connor nuzzled his hips to yours and with a nip at your shoulder, he followed suit. He was an incoherent whimpering mess, hot exhaust burning onto your skin as he twitched and throbbed. There was a horrid mess between your thighs as the android’s hips never really stilled, too busy watching in awe as his release dripped out and plugged back in with a forward thrust.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, already recovered before you were. You moaned softly, still wound up from earlier. A proud smirk tilted up his lips. “I may have been a little excited. You must be drenched.”
“I wonder who’s fault that is,” you replied dryly with a grin of your own.
You brought your hands to tuck a curl that dangled over his eyes. His brows dipped and a small pinch pushed them together as his smile faded, the gentle intimacy replaced with a bittersweet energy. The blankets had slipped off and the cool air blew over your damp skin. He sat up so your legs could collapse onto the bed and came back to press his chest against yours. A weak moan left your lips as he slid back into you with little resistance, keeping still for the moment. Surprisingly, nothing ached, except for the little strings tugging at your heart.
“Just…one more,” he asked.
Your palm pushed at his chest and his head only tilted at you in confusion.
“Lie back,” you coaxed.
He wrapped his arms around you and rolled over, somehow managing to not slip out of you. You took your time, slowly grinding your hips down as he shuddered and moaned, letting you use him for your end. He seemed blissed out, head buried in a soft pillow, eyes and mouth half opened. The new angle was somehow deeper and hitting a new sweet spot as you rocked against him.
Without breaking eye contact, you placed a hand beside his head, holding most of your weight on it and with your other hand, stroked his cock as it left your core. You hovered over him, pulling him out to the tip while loosely twisting your wrist, knowing full well he could grip your hips and change the pace. Instead, his hands roamed up your sides, gently kneading your breasts. He rolled and pinched a nipple, smirking slightly when you whimpered and clenched around him. As crowded as it was down there, he managed to wrestle his hand through to stroke your clit.
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes like he knew something you didn’t.
“C-Connor! That’s not f-fair!” you cried out as his fingers buzzed. Your legs wobbled, collapsing back onto him until he was buried to the hilt. His other arm came to stroke your back, or hold you in place, either way, he wasn’t moving from beneath you. His fingers wouldn’t let up, circling your nerves as the intensity of the vibrations grew.
“Oh—f-fuck!” you cried out, fisting the sheets until your knuckles went white.
What you didn’t realize was that his delicate sensors could be tuned to different sensitivity levels, and with your next cry, as another climax washed over you, he could finish from that alone. He looked marginally apologetic when you recovered.
“Was that satisfactory?” he asked sweetly.
Your nails bit into his thighs and your eyes rolled into another dimension. He probably didn’t mean to sound so cheeky.
“Yes, it was,” you replied. You gently stroked up his legs, thumb catching on all the divots in his body—the dip of his hip bones and the valleys between sculpted muscle. Your head came down to rest on his chest with the side effect of shifting your hips over his. His cock twitched in interest and you wondered if he was related to a certain rabbit branded battery.
“Please,” Connor urged, already in the act of rolling you over onto your back.
“One more and then we shower,” you laughed.
“One more,” he repeated.
One last tumble in the sheets before the day went on and Connor’s destiny would be out of your hands, left to the unknown.
It felt too soon for goodbyes.
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New fic - Pull Me Under (Mermay)
Chapters: 1/3
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader
Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Reader, Elijah Kamski, Original Chloe | RT600, Rose Chapman, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Hank Anderson, Sumo (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human)
Additional Tags: MerMay 2023, MerMay, merman au, Canon-Typical Violence, Fairy Tale Elements, Female Reader, No use of y/n, Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Experimentation, Kidnapping
Summary: You live in a world where humans and mythical creatures exist, but they mostly live separate from each other. Rarely do the creatures interact with humans, and when they do, they rarely show their true form. However, there are some people who can recognize these creatures despite their disguises - you are one of them. And your friend Elijah Kamski seems to take advantage of this without you realizing it.
It's only when he lets you swim in his pool, where something unknown is lurking and out to get you, that you realize your friendship is no longer one.
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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ Detroit: Become Human ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
“You're part of a machine, you are not a human being - with your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline”
- “Gasoline” by Halsey
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
Featured Characters:
Colton (RK900)
Connor (RK800)
Elijah Kamski
Markus (RK200)
Gavin Reed
Simon (PL600)
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
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Angst - 🌧️
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Non-Ship - 🧊
One-Sided - 🥀
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🔥Sinful Sunday🔥
The Eden Club-Finished!
holy fuck, can it be? can we be here???? the last chapter?!?!
Chapter 16: Take this to your grave, and I'll take it to mine
Fandom: Detroit Become Human
Ships: Hankconvin, Hankvin, Convin, HankCon Connor/OCs
Tags: Post-Revolution; Negative public opinion, polyamory, slow burn, Sex Worker Connor, Consensual sex work, Hankvin-friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, Convin-enemies to lovers, porn with alot of plot, drama, lying/deception, Evil Elijah Kamski, smut,
TW: Mention/implied SA (Ch 16 only)
Preview:
The work-in-progress polycule has cleaned up, left the club, and resumed their naked, lying in bed activities at Hank’s. Sumo is laying comfortably across all of their feet, more than a little ecstatic to have Connor and Gavin back home again.
Connor’s laying on his back sandwiched between his humans, his left hand intertwined with Gavin’s.
Gavin’s free hand is holding a half-smoked cigarette, but it’s been over 3 minutes since he’s last taken a puff.
Hank’s got Connor’s other hand raised against his warm, if not a little prickly lips. Hank’s smiling, for the first time in a long time, happy, because he’s got his whole family under one roof again.
It’s quiet, but it's also comfortable. Natural, and everything the three of them hoped this could be when this all started.
For the last fifteen minutes, the trio has been content to just bask in the peaceful moments together.
“Hey Connor?” Gavin’s question are the first words spoken in minutes.
“Yes?” he chirps, turning his face to give Gavin his full attention.
Gavin’s eyes stay on the ceiling, but his spike in heart rate signals Gavin knows Connor’s looking at him.
“Can I ask you a question? Like… a personal one?”
Hank has tuned in too. Connor can feel his body shifting beside him.
“Of course Gavin.”
Now Gavin is quiet. His blood pressure has risen a bit more, indicating the likelihood of a thorny question.
“Do you…” Gavin swallows, “you know, like it?”
Connor’s own anxiety simulated systems react suspiciously to the question. More due to the rawness of the last 48 hours than an impression Gavin was trying to trap him.
“Do I like what?” Connor deflects, hoping to buy another few seconds.
“You know what I’m asking...” Gavin says, but his tone doesn’t indicate judgement, jealousy, or resentment. Just genuine curiosity. Which is the main reason why Connor answers the question.
“...It's complicated.”
Hey, thank you for all the love and support y'all have given this fic. It's been so fun to write and experience dbh all over again with you 💙
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