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jgracie · 24 days

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SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS! — PERCY + DAUGHTER OF ERIS

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❝ Could you write headcanons for Percy Jackson x Daughter of Eris reader? ❞ — anon

in which percy dates a daughter of eris

pairing percy jackson x eris!reader

warnings percy gets hurt + in the infirmary for a bit

on the radio . . . crazy girls (toopoor)

an i can't remember if the stolls getting supplies thing is canon or something i read in a fanfic once and made canon in my head but if its the latter and ur the one who came up with it lmk so i can credit you!

Honestly, Percy was scared of you at first. He couldn’t help it, considering his first meeting with your mom was when she was competing with her siblings for darkest child. That did not leave a very good first impression

The rumours didn’t help either. All the other campers avoided you like the plague, not wanting to be anywhere near the child of discord out of fear

All except two: Connor and Travis Stoll, sons of Hermes. Your mom worked for their dad’s company, the Hermes Express, and while others cowered in fear at the chaos surrounding you, they admired it

After you helped them with their prank on the Aphrodite cabin, inspired by your mother’s golden apple, they decided to take you under their wing and hire you

You see, Connor and Travis were in charge of buying supplies from the outside world and bringing them into camp, since they’re two of the few demigods in camp who could drive. As the number of demigods increased, they realised they needed a third person to help them out, and who better than Eris’ daughter?

Usually, you’d go in pairs for safety reasons. However, both Connor and Travis had gotten sick one day, leaving you alone

“What’re you guys doing? I’ve been waiting for you at Thalia’s tree for ages,” you said, huffing as you sat on the edge of one of the beds in the Hermes cabin, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you looked around the cabin you called home for years until they built one for your mother.

Travis coughed, and that’s when you really took a good look at them. Both their noses were bright red and their eyes were watery, “sorry Y/N, we can’t go with you today,” he said before blowing his nose.

“Oh, okay, we can go some other day then, when you two are feeling better,” you smiled. As you were about to walk out, you heard Connor mumble a faint, “nooo,” stopping you in your tracks.

Turning around, you watched as he laboriously got out of bed and took slow strides towards you. Putting your hands in his, he said, “you have to go. You have to continue our legacy. Besides, Will says the medicine we need ran out. You need to save us before it's too late!”

You blinked, unsure if he was joking or not. To you, he just seemed to have the common cold, “you’re not dying, Connor,” you began, “but really, I can’t go alone, I’ve never done this on my own before!”

Suddenly, you heard the door of the cabin open, and in walked Percy Jackson. He was good friends with the Stolls, having spent a couple nights in the Hermes cabin himself, and wanted to check on them after hearing they were sick

“Perfect! Percy can go with you!” Connor said, and that was that.

The car ride was awkward, to say the least. There you were, daughter of strife herself, driving to a nearby general store with the great Percy Jackson in the passenger seat

You were already a pretty reckless driver to begin with, always going as fast as the speed limit would allow, but with him at your side, you were worse. The more nervous you got, the more rash you became.

You couldn’t help it though, having always thought Percy was a little cute, keeping your distance simply because you knew you’d never get a chance with him. Unlike all the other people part of the Percy fanclub, you were realistic. Why would he go for you when he could easily have some charming daughter of Aphrodite?

Eventually, you got to the store, and the two of you got out of the car (much to Percy’s delight, he was fighting the urge to vomit but didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of a pretty girl)

As soon as you entered, you felt a feeling of dread wash over you. Percy turned to look at you, and you immediately knew it wasn’t just you. He was feeling it too

You pointed to the right, silently telling him that’s where you were going to patrol, and he headed for the left. The place was eerily empty and quiet, but everything seemed fine on your end. You were about to yell out Percy’s name, when you heard him scream in pain

You ran to where he was, ripping your bracelet off and preparing for combat. The bracelet, a gift from your mother, turned into a beautiful stygian iron spear

In front of you was a Chimera. As soon as it laid its eyes on you, it forgot all about Percy, deciding you were much worthier prey. That’s what you wanted

Although the Chimera’s poison was infecting Percy’s body, he couldn’t help but admire the way you effortlessly moved with your spear, giving the Chimera a run for its money. As the battle got more heated, you seemed to get stronger, the chaos of it all fueling you.

Swiftly, you killed the Chimera, not bothering to watch it disintegrate as you were too worried about Percy

The materials you went out to get were long forgotten and you drove as quickly as you possibly could, desperate to get back to camp before it was too late for him. You’d given Percy some of the ambrosia you kept in the car for emergencies, but he needed proper treatment

You burst into the infirmary and watched as everyone stopped what they were doing. Setting Percy down on a nearby cot, you quickly explained the situation to Will and left, not wanting to be around anymore

It didn’t take much for you to go back though, all you could think about was Percy. You had to check on him. Every day, when campers called it a night and headed for their cabins, you hid yourself in the shadows and made your way to the infirmary

This happened for three nights until Percy woke up on the fourth

“Hey,” you heard a faint voice say. Immediately, you yanked your hand away from Percy’s, your face heating up. He smiled at you, his sea-green eyes twinkling in the dark

“Thanks for saving me back there, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you,” he continued, “you looked really cool with that spear. I could never use Riptide like that,"

Much to your own surprise, you replied, “I could help you, if you want. Swords and spears aren’t too different.”

Once Percy was deemed healthy, you began your training. At first, you’d just spar, the only words spoken between you being tips you’d give him, but soon enough, you started talking about other things

Percy realised people were wrong about you. Sure, your mother really scared him, but you weren’t her. You didn’t like chaos that caused others pain, you just liked to have a little fun from time-to-time, playing pranks and teasing others

He also realised he liked you. Really liked you. In the past, he would’ve taken his time with asking you out, replaying all the possible scenarios that could happen in his head, but after literally going through Tartarus and back, Percy couldn’t leave things unsaid anymore. So, he asked you out immediately

And that’s the story of how you two began dating

Percy is your #1 defender. He dismantles all the stereotypes people have spread about you and is willing to fight anyone who speaks a single word against you

He introduces you to his friends, and although they’re hesitant at first, they begin warming up to you and soon enough they become your friends too. Next thing you know, the rest of camp becomes accustomed to you as well

Percy couldn’t be happier! You’re the apple of his eye and he loved seeing you light up as you helped around the infirmary (Will had asked you to after realising as daughter of chaos, you could take it away, giving campers some peace of mind as they were being healed)

You two are SUCH a fun couple. You remind Percy of how much fun he used to have as a troublemaker before war stripped him of all enjoyment, so he starts helping you with the pranks you pull on people

He also continues to get supplies with you. The Stolls barely leave camp anymore because as soon as one of them offers to go with you, he’s silenced by the sound of Percy revving up the car

You also make out a lot and everywhere. Being Eris’ daughter, you can’t help but love the thrill of potentially getting caught, and Percy doesn’t mind because he gets to kiss you so it's a win-win situation

Being your boyfriend didn't exclude Percy from your tricks. You would play pranks on him too, though to a lesser degree than what you’d do to others

Your favourites are the subtle ones. Stuff like replacing his camp t-shirt with one a size too small and waiting for him to notice

“Babe,” Percy said, entering your cabin. Putting your bookmark - a polaroid picture of you and him - in your book, you set it aside and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Percy.

His hair, once black with a grey streak, was now bright blue. The streak stayed, but you didn’t mind, your job was done. “Do you like it?” You asked, grinning

Percy crossed his arms, holding back a chuckle as he stared at your smiling face. Walking over to your dresser, you opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle which you threw at him

“This should get rid of it,” you told him. You’d never pull something like that without being sure it was reversible, you knew how it could affect a person’s self-esteem. Percy smiled at your thoughtfulness. He couldn’t believe you were his.

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gogogodzilla · 1 year

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If you take asks for Connor, I'd like a story where basically reader does connor so hard he short circuits or something along those lines and reader is like "omg are you ok???" And after a moment, he's like, "very" idk I hope I explained it well

Missed You || Connor (RK800)

Summary: You couldn't wait for date night.

Warnings: smut, afab read, semi-public sex, fingering, slight choking, Connor has a praise kink, argue w the wall

{Masterlist}

After a few months of dating, you and Connor had developed some form of a schedule. Every Saturday was date night, and this week had you particularly eager for it to arrive. You’d barely spent any time with Connor with him being stuck on a case that had him halfway across the city for most of his days and working late nights.

Saturday night rolled around like it always did, and you paced your shared apartment in anticipation of Connor arriving. You’d both agreed on just going to a movie. It was the one you’d been dying to see, so you weren’t complaining.

The sound of keys jingling against the lock had you practically sprinting to the front door and flinging it open. Connor looked down at you with wide eyes, his keys hovering mid-air.

You grabbed the lapels of his usual suit jacket and brought him into a kiss. He let out a small sound of surprise against your lips but quickly melted into your grasp. He wrapped his arms around you as he nudged you further into your apartment and kicked the front door closed.

“Missed you,” you murmured against his lips as you ran a hand through his hair.

He slowly pulled away, taking in your features. “I just need to get changed and then we can go,” he offered, patting your hip as he released you.

You wanted to say to hell with date night and just ravish him where he stood, but you forced yourself to nod. It’ll be worth the wait, you tried to convince yourself.

The tension in the air was palpable as Connor emerged from the bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his button-up. Your gaze traveled up his forearms, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He had the same idea, and his eyes raked over the hem of the dress that danced across your thighs as you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

You forced yourself to look away as you moved to grab your car keys and tossed them to Connor. “Ready?” you questioned, ignoring the way your heart was practically bursting out of your chest from the way he was looking at you.

“Always,” Connor responded, kissing your forehead as he passed and grabbing your hand to lead you to the elevator.

You eyed the emergency stop button as you stood far too close to Connor in the cramped elevator. No one would even notice the elevator was stopped for a few minutes, you reasoned.

Ding!

The chime of the elevator caused you to nearly jump out of your skin, and Connor shot you a look.

“Are you feeling okay? Your heart rate has been high ever since we left; we don’t have to go to the movie—”

“No!” you cut him off, even though every fiber of your being was begging you to drag him back into your apartment. “I’m fine,” you assured him, resting your hand on his arm and keeping it there for far longer than you should have.

He raised a brow, eyeing you. You ignored him and led him out to your car before hopping in the passenger seat.

Connor wordlessly hopped into the driver’s seat, and you watched him. You wondered if the long week apart was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. You saw how he was practically undressing you with his eyes when he came home. His usual precise movements were far more controlled than they usually were, stiffening every time your skin came into contact with his. It couldn’t hurt to test the waters.

Connor always set his right hand on the gear shift or your thigh when he was driving, and today was no exception. He loosely gripped the gear shift as he drove, gaze never leaving the road. A wise decision.

You took his hand and placed it on its normal spot on your thigh. He glanced over at you. You could’ve sworn you saw his free hand tighten on the steering wheel, betraying the small smile that flashed across his lips.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, and you decide to push your luck a little further.

“Are these pants new?” you causally questioned as you leaned over and ran a hand down his upper thigh, giving him a perfect view down the bodice of your dress.

Connor cleared his throat and swallowed hard, “They’re the same pants I always wear.”

You hum and move to return to your seat, your hand accidentally grazing over the place you wanted so badly. Connor sucked in a breath as he approached the red light. You grinned, bathed in crimson.

“Connor,” you purred, lolling your head to the side to look at him. The light turned green and he pressed on the accelerator, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. His eyes grazed the bare skin of your thighs before returning to the road.

Your heart rate picked up as Connor turned down a side street in the opposite direction of the movie theater. You weren’t going to make your showing.

Connor’s movements were controlled as he picked a secluded spot to park. You were on him before he could even fully pull the keys out of the ignition, clumsily climbing over the center console.

The keys tumbled out of Connor’s hand and clattered to the floorboard, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled you in for a heated kiss. He pushed the seat back so you could comfortably sit, legs straddling his thighs and skirt hiked up just enough to tease him.

“Couldn’t wait,” you murmured against his lips as you pulled away, your breaths entangling in one another.

“You’ve been looking forward to this movie all week,” Connor teased, running a hand up the bare skin of your thigh and cupping the curve of your ass.

You dipped down and hovered next to his ear, whispering, “I’ve also been looking forward to riding you until you short-circuit.”

Connor’s grip tightened on your ass, and he shoved your hips down to grind against him. The tent in his pants pressed against your clothed core and caused a shudder to run through your body.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he questioned, voice husky and increasing the ache in your core that had gained intensity since you left the apartment.

You nodded, leaning down to kiss him and run a hand over his covered length. Connor jutted his hips up to meet you, groaning as you ran a hand over the smooth fabric of his pants. His nails raked up your thighs and he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and tugged hard enough for the side seams to rip, and for them to fall in his lap.

Your gasp was quickly swallowed by his lips against yours and his fingers sliding through your folds and circling your clit. Breathy moans escaped you as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, lazily pressing kisses to the hardly exposed skin.

He ran a finger over your entrance and you pressed against him, begging for him to fill you. He obliged, slowly inching a finger inside of you before quickly adding another, stretching you deliciously. He pumped his fingers, savoring the way you clenched around him, aching for more. He curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars, and you cried out his name, throwing your head back.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, grinding yourself against his fingers when he stopped his movements. “Please, Connor.”

He removed his fingers and slipped them past your lips, making you taste yourself. You ran your tongue over the pads of his fingers as you met his gaze. He used his free hand to undo his belt, the smooth leather brushing against your thighs.

You reached down to where your hips met, unbuttoning his pants and yanking down the zipper, impatience coursing through you. You released his length from his pants, eliciting a breathy sigh from Connor. You pumped your hand, thumb sliding over his tip and spreading the bead of precum that had formed.

You aligned him with your entrance and you both groaned as you lowered yourself onto his length, savoring the way he stretched you. You started rocking against him, flushing as the suspension of your car squeaked with your movements.

Connor gathered the skirt of your dress in one hand and watched as you ground against him. You dipped down to kiss him, reaching up to rest one of your hands against his throat. He twitched from within you, and he snapped his hips to meet yours.

“So good for me,” you praise, squeezing his throat lightly as he looked up at you, eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open.

His hands found your clit and resumed the same tight circles as before. You released your hold on his throat as you rocked your hips into his, feeling the familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

It took no time for your release to hit you, Connor’s length finding the spot that had you moaning his name over and over again. Your release caused you to squeeze Connor’s cock, pushing him to finish directly after you. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, and threw his head back, letting out a guttural moan. His whole body froze and tensed under you as his climax washed over him. Connor twitched inside of you as you slowed and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

After a few moments, when his eyes still hadn’t opened, you brushed a finger over his chest, relief washing over you when you felt the familiar thrumming of his bioregulator.

“Connor?” you murmured, tapping his cheek lightly. “You alright?”

His lashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes, a small smile curving into his features. “Did I say how much I missed you?” he hummed, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“No,” you mentioned, chucking, “although, I think I have an idea.”

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loonylupinblack3 · 9 days

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Could you do fic for Mark Webber with wife reader? Just her being their children to the paddock and everyone quickly gushed over the kids. Both Lando and Oscar act like big brothers to them and felt very protective of the Webber's family. Would absolutely do everything the kids asked them to. So, there was chaos every time she brought them to the garage. But everyone wouldn't trade them for anything. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later!! Thanks:)()

Pairing: Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: extremely vague suggestive content

Summary: Mark brings you and your kids to the grand prix

A/N: was very fun to write this request, hope you enjoy <3

You fixed your son’s hat, turning it the right way and giving it a slight pat. Ever the moody nine year old your son Connor scowled up at you, batting your hand away.

“Now, is that the sort of way you treat your mother?” came your husband’s voice, accompanied with an arm around your waist.

You smiled as your husband finally finished getting ready and as your five year old daughter waddled behind him, ever the follower. Wherever Mark went, Lily went with him. You knelt down and picked your daughter up, the girl giggling and hugging your neck.

“Ready to go?” you asked your family, though it was Mark who answered, nodding his head and putting his hand on the small of your back, leading you outside to the car.

You buckled in Lily, Connor insisting he could do his seatbelt himself, and got into the passenger seat as Mark started the car. Lily was full of questions about her first grand prix event, a constant stream of words leaving her mouth at all times.

You answered them the best you could, though some of them were quite….. Unique questions.

“What if a dinosaur went on track during the race?” Lily asked, kicking her feet. “Would the race stop? Would people die?”

Lily looked a bit too cheerful at her words. Connor rolled his eyes at his sister.

“That wouldn’t happen, dinosaurs went extinct ages ago.”

You smiled at your son through the mirror. “Someone’s been doing their research.”

Connor smiled, puffing his chest out slightly. His early defiance was forgotten and he was looking quite pleased that you’d noticed his education on dinosaurs.

“I learnt it at school. Also, did you know….”

You listened intently as your son explained his learnings of space, smiling at his excited rambling. Mark’s hand moved to your thigh, resting there comfortably. Your smile widened. You’d known Mark a long time, and during that time you’d figured out whenever Mark was happy he’d touch you. Like he felt contentment and touching you just mirrored his feelings. Like touching you was the icing on the cake, the perfect addition to his perfect feeling.

You looked at Mark with a smile. He noticed your gaze and smiled back, squeezing your thigh gently.

“Also Mum,” Connor continued, “when we get to the race can we have a hot chocolate?”

Lily gasped. “Please Mum!”

You sighed at your children’s antics, and you knew sugar would just hype them up and then have them crash down, but how could you say no to them?

“We’ll see,” you conceded, which was basically a yes.

You arrived at the circuit, parking in the VIP car park Connor was all too excited to talk about as you walked to the grid. You held his hand as you walked, something Connor had complained about at the start but you were insistent. It was a crowded place and you didn’t want to lose him.

Mark was holding Lily, the girl curled up in her father’s arms. You smiled at the sight before listening to Connor, paying him the attention he expected from you as he swung your arms back and forth, chattering about his latest discovery.

Hefting Lily to one arm, Mark took your free hand and together your family walked into the paddock, receiving the sudden flash of cameras as people tried to get your attention. You held your son closer, feeling his hand squeeze yours in panic, though unfortunately he was used to this. You could see Mark doing the same thing for Lily, letting the girl hide her face into the crook of his neck.

When you’d passed the paparazzi, entering the VIP section of the grid where they didn’t have access too, Mark gently put Lily down and you let go of Connor’s hand, trusting the two of them to walk freely.

Mark held onto your hand more tightly, tugging you closer to him. You laughed, shaking your head, and Mark grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

“Oscar! Oscar!”

Lily started bolting forward, making your eyes widen and an immediate reaction to run after her seize you, but when your brain understood what she was saying your gaze travelled further and found the Australian driver grinning, arms out for your daughter.

Connor was quick to follow, running after his sister, and you and Mark shared a wry grin before walking after them. Lando appeared next to you from who knows where, giving you a tight hug.

“There’s my favourite F1 wag,” he murmured into your ear.

You laughed and hugged him back. “It’s good to see you too, Lando.”

The two of you pulled back just as Lily noticed Lando, letting a dramatic gasp leave her lips before she was running after him, Connor hot on her heels. You smiled, watching your two kids embrace Lando as Mark greeted Oscar, squeezing his shoulder.

As they talked you kept an eye on your kids, making sure they didn’t overwhelm Lando with their questions and chatter. The young Mclaren driver seemed to be doing just fine however, enjoying the conversation almost as much as the kids themselves.

Oscar walked over to you and you tore your gaze away from your children, instead focusing on your other child that Mark and you had practically adopted. Oscar gave you a grin and hugged you tightly, his figure towering over you slightly.

“Thanks for coming,” he murmured into your hair.

You pulled back, giving him a fond smile. “Of course. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

A faint blush spread across Oscar’s cheeks and you grinned, letting him go. Mark immediately replaced him, hand snaking to your waist and pulling you to his side.

“Mum! Mum!” Connor asked, running up to you. “Lando said he’d take us to the Mclaren garage. Can we go? Please.”

You smiled and nodded. “We can all go.”

Your kids let out a cheer and trailed behind Lando and Oscar who’d joined them, the two Mclaren drivers listening to your chattering children as they led them to the garage.

“How about you and me disappear somewhere?” Mark whispered into your ear, a devious grin on his face. “Lando and Oscar can mind the kids for a while.”

You turned to your husband and smirked, hands wrapping around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”

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urlonelystarrr · 9 months

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ultraviolence | part two

rk800 'connor' x reader x rk900 'nines'

GENRE → angst, romance & smut

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

TAGS/WARNINGS → 18+ descriptions of corpses, blood, violence, homicide, child abuse/neglect, creampie, dirty talking, overstimulation, choking, oral(male & female giving/receiving)

CHAPTERS → PART ONE / PART TWO

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after working in the DPD for so long, you never could get used to the sound of your alarm blaring at 5:00 am. by the time you arrived at your desk, your limbs were already aching for the warmth and comfort of your bed - the type of tiredness that could only be satiated by a full night's rest (which you didn't get most nights).

to add onto the poor sleep schedule you had, the past few weeks had been filled with an unnecessary amount of paper work, and most of your time was spent sitting in front of the terminal at your desk. in order to pass the time, you'd make frequent stops to connor's desk, only to be yelled at by hank to get back to work. or you would attempt at small talk with nines, to which he always responded with narrowed eyes and a stern look. it was clear he wasn't fond of small talk so early in the morning.

this morning was no different than the last, as you sat at your desk, bored out of your mind. the day had just begun, and the steaming cup of coffee on your desk still wasn't able to replace the extra hours of sleep that you had missed. as if a silent prayer had been answered, you swiveled your chair around to see connor's lovely face, greeting you with a good morning. "good morning detective, you seem to be in a good mood today," he gave a small smile. "all thanks to you," you smile, not noticing the grey eyes across your desk watching the two of you. connor stayed silent for a moment as his LED pulsed amber, and you followed his line of vision to see nines doing the same. "i've sent the case file to rk900, i've just got a report of a double homicide and a suicide," he briefed. "what an amazing way to start my morning," you replied, sarcasm laced in your tone.

"lieutenant anderson is currently supervising an academy student, and since i'm not authorized to investigate crime scenes on my own, i will accompany you today." connor said, hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at you. nines stood from his seat, making his way over to join connor. you took a sip of your coffee before standing up to join the pair, grabbing your keys and heading to the lot.

"what do we know about the homicide?" you asked nobody in particular. unfortunately you had to sit in the backseat of your own car, as nines insisted on driving and connor took the passenger seat before you could. "a mother had murdered her own two children before taking her life. an hk200 reported that he was a witness and is currently at the station giving a written statement," connor turned around to look at you, before turning back around to face the road. "and this happened how long ago?" you asked.

"around 20 minutes ago," nines suddenly spoke, despite being quiet the entire ride. "did the android mention that she had a husband?" nines looked in the rearview mirror to make eye contact with you before replying, "no, however legal documents show that she is married." he pulled into a vacant area near the house crowded by bystanders, police and news reporters. the three of you passed the digitalized 'POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS' tapes, ignoring people's questions about what had happened. as you entered the home, the three of you split up. as stated in the report, the crime took place in three different areas; the kitchen, the bathroom upstairs, and the last in the children's shared bedroom.

you headed over to the kitchen, where the wife laid motionless at the table, a gunshot wound lodged in the back of her head. part of her brain matter was exposed, and the surrounding area had been decorated in brains and blood. it was a gruesome sight to say the least, but you suspected that it was a little odd position for a suicide. connor stood next to you, moving in front of the corpse and analyzing her body. connor's on sight forensic analysis proved to be quite effective as it saved a lot time, compared to waiting for forensic reports after you had analyzed the scene. his brow furrowed slightly, as he looked at you (not without sampling the blood of course). the weapon - a glock G19, was located next to her hand, along with a glass of wine.

"that's unusual. the exit wound isn't on the back of the head, instead it's in the front. it's a strange way to shoot yourself," connor examined, turning to you for your opinion. "i don't think this was a suicide. i think it might've been a homicide, but we can't say for sure," you replied to his analysis, before leaving to join nines upstairs. connor watched your retreating figure, before reconstructing a possible scenario.

as you walked up the creaking stairs, you took notice of the door that was slightly ajar in the distance. as you neared it, you realized it was the bathroom. you pushed the door open with a foot, immediately noticing the bloodied corpse of one of the children in the bathtub. the water had been drained, leaving the body in a pool of her own blood. the victim suffered three gunshot wounds, one in her chest, one in her right side and the last one in her forehead.

it was sickening to see, but the more you looked the more things you found. the gunshot wounds weren't the only injuries she had, as there were welts scattered across her legs, and faint burn marks on her wrist. the welts could have come from a belt. the sight immediately reminded you of the hk400, the first case you ever worked on involving an android. a bubble of disgust and guilt boiled in the deep pits of your stomach, but you swallowed it and stood up, only to be startled by connor's unannounced appearance. "jesus, you scared me!" you sighed. "i didn't intend to startle you, detective," connor said reassuringly, with his hand on the small of your back. you ignored the comforting feeling of his hand on your back, and moved to the final room, leaving connor to analyze the second corpse.

nines crouched next to the young boy, who didn't look older than the age of eight. he took a sample of his blood, analyzing his DNA like his predecessor. like his sister, he was shot. but forensic analysis suggested he was strangled before. judging by the purplish hue on his neck, it was evident that he'd been choked. "i reconstructed a possible scenario. it seems that the perpetrator came in through the door, and then proceeded to choke the victim before shooting him four times," nines explained, looking at you as you stared at the bloodied corpse on the floor. the carpet had been stained red, along with a stick figure drawing of the boy and his family. a few crayons surrounding the picture had suffered the same fate as the drawing - stained red and broken.

you noticed that he suffered the same marks, which were obvious indicators of abuse. nines and connor had seen it too, the bruises, the burn marks and the welts. "I think the mother might have been abusing her children. maybe she felt guilty after doing this and decided to take her life," your brows furrowed as you examined the room further, noticing the lack of clothes and toys.

"It's likely, as her fingerprints match the ones on the gun." nines said. connor chimed in, adding to nines' analysis. "however, the exit wound on her forehead indicates that she couldn't have shot herself. if she killed her two children, then who killed her?" your brows only furrowed in confusion as you tried to piece together what had happened. judging from their analysis, she couldn't have ended her life. if the hk200 was a witness, then he was lying, because the mothers death wasn't adding up. the husband was also nowhere to be seen, and the gun she used was registered in his name. there was only one way to make sense of this mess, as it had spiraled into something beyond what the files insinuated.

"hello, my name is detective l/n. what's your name, honey?" connor and nines watched in the observation room as you questioned the hk200. "my name is michael," he replied, fiddling with his hands in his lap. connor's brow arched slightly from the pet name, an unknown feeling erupting in him that could only be described as jealousy. "thank you for being cooperative, i understand you've already given a written statement but we'd like to ask you a few questions." you opened the case file, revealing the images taken of the bodies. he avoided looking at the pictures, and looked at you or around the room. the room was designed to be plain and bland, in order to keep the person under questioning focused and not distracted. this allows for them to rely on the detective for any type of distraction.

"what did you do today, michael?" you started off with easy questions to gain rapport, as answering easier questions would put him at ease and he would be more likely to give you more information. you could always scare them into a confession, but that would only escalate the situation and end in a possible destruction. "i did my usual list of chores," he replied. you nodded, "does this include cooking meals?"

"yes," he confirmed. "can you tell me what their mother does? does she help out, or does she rely on you for taking care of the children?" you noticed as he began to shift in his seat at the mention of her. "she left taking care of the children to me, and she'd spend most days drinking." you nodded, "did you have a good relationship with the children?" he took a little longer to respond, his eyes glossy with a type of pain you'd seen before. a look you wished to never see again. but then again this wasn't about you. "yeah, we did a lot together. drawing, playing games, normal things." he sounded hurt, like he was genuinely affected. you felt for him, reaching across the table to offer a comforting hand to him. he put his hand on top of yours, relaxing a little as he calmed down from your touch.

"was she married?" you had asked, despite knowing the answer. it was a simple test to see if he was lying or not. "yes. her husband would come home late and leave early in the morning, so she wouldn't spend much time with him," he explained. upon hearing this, connor did a quick search and was able to find his workplace. it was possible that the husband had left before the crime happened, and would come home to horrible news. "what time does he leave for work?" you asked, and the android replied rather quickly. "he leaves at 7:00am." by the time you arrived on scene, it had been 9:27am, and if it happened around twenty minutes before you arrived, then the husband would have been long gone, meaning the crime would take place around 9:07am.

you pushed a few images of the injuries on the children, waiting for him to look at them. "since you took care of the children, you probably have noticed these marks on them. do you know who caused them?" he visibly stiffened, eyes trained on the images of the marks and bruises. he then stared at his lap, remaining silent. but the look of guilt on his face was becoming more apparent. "i know you cared about those kids. you looked after them everyday. i can see the pain in your face." his brows started to furrow, before he slammed his fists on the table, startling you slightly. nines and connor were quickly alerted by this behavior, bodies tense and ready for anything to happen. "you don't know anything!" he yelled. "i don't, so tell me the truth," you pressed. he stayed silent again, before admitting it.

"it was the mother. she did it," he confessed. "she'd beat them almost every night. one time i tried to stop her but she said she'd return me to cyberlife if i stepped any further."

"then who killed her?" leaning into the table, you watched as he averted your gaze, "she committed suicide." it was evident he cared for those children, and seeing their abuse would become something he couldn't tolerate any longer. it started to make sense, when you placed him in the same position of the perpetrator from connor's reconstruction, it all made sense. she had downed glasses of wine after murdering her children, michael finally had enough, his heart broken over the deceased children - and so he grabbed her gun, and shot her in the back of the head before placing the gun so it looked like she committed suicide.

it seems that he started to realize that you knew what happened - what he did. "we both know that's not what happened." you stated firmly. he quickly shot up from his seat, lunging across the table to knock you to the ground. your chair tipped back, causing you to fall on your back. he was quick to get on top of you, his hands immediately wrapping themselves around your throat, and his skin peeled back to reveal the white plastic underneath. you kicked, and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he was too strong. your throat burned as his digits dug into your tender skin, his fingers right above your pulse point. it throbbed wildy underneath his fingertips, only encouraging him to keep his silence.

connor was quickly on top of him, a hand pinning him to the table while michael's hands tried to fight the deadly grip of the rk800. nines quickly pulled you out of the room, and as much as he wanted to deal with the hk200, he knew connor could handle it.

connor didn't say a word, and it terrified the android underneath his palm. he could only stare into the hot rage above him, warnings popping up in his screen warning him of a shutdown. connor had torn out his thirium pump, the tips of his fingers holding onto the pump in his hand. hot blue blood splattered over his fingers and clothing, though that was the least of his worries.

"you're going to talk," connor suddenly said. "you have approximately 120 seconds before you shut down. i suggest that you tell me the truth, otherwise it won't be the other officers you have to worry about. it'll be me." he leaned into his ear, before putting his thirium pump back into place. his forearm pushed him down into the table, preventing him from moving. "i won't tell you." michael sneered. connor said nothing, and immediately grabbed his arm to probe his memory. michael grunted, the sensation feeling like a burn throughout his body as connor searched his memories. that was all the confirmation that he needed.

michael was escorted out, and you found yourself in the bathroom again, splashing cold water onto your face. after all that happened today, you felt like you didn't solve anything. the husband would come home to his entire family gone, and you felt like you couldn't save anyone. this feeling of shame and guilt, you felt partly responsible. it brought you back to the painful memories of the last case, but this time you had connor and nines.

"you should go to a hospital," nines suggested. both of the androids had scanned you again and again, all to make sure that you were alright. "i'm okay nines," you reassured your partner. "nines?" connor joined in, his head turned to look at his replica. "yes, that is the name that was given to me from the detective." nines replied, his eyes locked onto his predecessor. connor ignored nines, and asked if you were really alright. his fingers itched to touch the bruises forming around your neck, but he pushed away the thought and focused on your well-being. "you both don't need to worry. i've been doing this for years," you replied cooly.

fowler had come up to the three of you, his intense gaze locked on you. "you should head home, l/n. we seriously cannot have you getting injured on the job again," he said sternly. connor was about to retaliate, but nines placed his arm in front of him to stop him. they made brief eye contact, communicating silently.

'don't make it worse for her,' nines said. connor ignored him, his eyes locked on yours as captain fowler scolded you while also making sure you're okay. you sighed once he left, running a hand through your hair. "i guess i'll be getting home then," you said to both the androids, noticing that connor looked worried. "let me drive you home, i feel partly responsible for your injury," he said, his hand on the small of your back again. you smiled, trying to mask the way your body responded to his touches. though, you had forgotten that connor wasn't the only one who could read your body, nines could too. his LED circled amber as he scanned you, taking note of how your temperature raised whenever he or connor was around. he bid you goodbye, and watched as you left with connor for the night.

the car ride wasn't awkward at all. one thing that separated connor from nines was the fact that connor spent more time around humans, and he knew how to make conversation easier. the sound of the car engine and rain pattering against the roof put you at ease. detroit could be pretty at night, especially when it was raining like this. "i saw you take care of that android, you can be scary," you laughed. he gave a small smile in response to your laughter, "i didn't mean for you to see that. i apologize if-"

"i'm only teasing you," you nudged his arm with a grin, "it was kind of hot." he cocked a brow, his social relations program helping him differentiate the two meanings of the word. "hot? i don't think cyberlife intended for it to come off that way.." you laughed, missing these conversations with the android. if only hank could supervise academy students forever, and you could have both rk units to yourself. "i'm worried for you detective, it seems that you're putting yourself at risk with these cases. you should be more careful," he looked over at you, his eyes flickering to your injury before returning back to the road. you eyed him as he drove, fighting the smile the threatened to crawl up your face at his concern for your well-being. "thank you connor, but that's kind of my job. i knew what i was getting into when i was training to become a cop. i know the risks, but for you i'll be more careful." it was strange for him, for him to smile without making the conscious effort to do so, for his body to do things that weren't premeditated and forced.

the more you looked at him from your peripheral, the more you saw the differences between him and nines. you never would compare them, but they were so different in personality that it was slightly humorous. sometimes when you looked into connors eyes, you couldn't help but feel like you'd give him everything. his eyes ere so soft, and the only thing you could compare it to were puppy dog eyes, the thought of it making you chuckle, causing the android look over at you. "what's funny, detective?" you shook your head, "oh nothing. i was just thinking about how hard it must be being the most attractive detective alive," you smiled. if he could blush, he definitely would. "it must be an everyday struggle for you then," he replied cheekily.

it wasn't long before he was inside of your house, awkwardly lingering at your front door while you took your shoes off. "you should stay the night, it's raining too hard for you to be going home so late." he nodded, analyzing your home. it was a modern space, decorated with matching furniture but lacking any personalized items like photos. "i'm going to change, i'll be back soon, you can hang out here,"you smiled before disappearing into a different room. he walked over to the kitchen, noticing a pet food bowl, and an orange cat purring as it rubbed it's body on his legs. he crouched down, petting the cat gently. the collar was a light pink, with the name reading 'peaches'.

you returned, only to find him very immersed with petting your cat. you smiled, crouching next to him to pet her. "she seems to like you," you said, fingers accidentally brushing against his as you pet her together. "she's nice, i like dogs and cats." you chuckled, smiling from his pure nature. he was so sweet. "androids don't sleep, do they?" you suddenly asked, after thinking about what he was going to do while you slept. "no, androids don't require things like sleeping or eating. however we do have a 'rest mode' where we temporarily shut down to reserve energy." his eyes were attentive to your exposed skin, as he was used to seeing you in long sleeved tops, and a skirt with stockings. but you were in the comfort of your home, wearing a tank top and shorts. he appreciated the view.

"that makes sense, I think I'd go insane and hallucinate after not sleeping for a couple of days," you replied, moving to the couch where he followed you. he looked cute sitting in your girly living room. his eyes flickered between you and your neck, your tank top revealing more of your neck and chest, which he tried to ignore. "it doesn't hurt if that's what you're worried about," you said, after noticing his LED turn amber a few times. he was analyzing you. "i apologize, i didn't mean to-" you cut him off by shaking your head, placing a hand on his thigh which was impossible to ignore. "that's okay, i know you're concerned. it's sweet connor, I'm thankful for you," you smiled. something fluttered within him, it was the feeling he got when he made amanda happy or accomplishing a mission, just without being literally forced to accept the woman. she was long gone, but that's what he could compare this feeling to. who knows, maybe he just liked being praised. "thank you for being understanding, detective." his thirium pump raced from the sudden contact, his skin warming from the heat of your palm. "please, call me by my name. even in the office. you're my friend," you rested your hand on his shoulder, the urge to just touch him everywhere overwhelming you. "okay, y/n." the sound of your name rolling off his tongue was something that you enjoyed too much.

his eyes were trained on the floor, a pang of guilt welling up inside him from today's events. "i still feel responsible for your injury." you sighed, "connor, it's okay. it's not your fault." your hand moved to his, and you held his hand gently. there it was, that feeling again. he wanted you to hold his hand forever. your thumb brushed over his knuckles, and he gently squeezed your fingers in response. you suddenly got shy, as your eyes avoided his and you slightly warmed from what you were going to ask. "connor?" you asked for his attention, and he'd give it to you, no questions asked. he titled his head slightly, finding it hard to focus when you were holding his hand. it was far more intimate than any other gestures you've given, besides hugs, he might've found a favorite. "what is it det- y/n?" he corrected. "can i hug you?" you smiled shyly at him. it was unusual for you to ask since you'd always just go ahead and hug him (not that he minded), but it seemed like in your personal space and a much more secluded area, you seemed to be more nervous when alone with him. "of course you can, you don't need to ask. is that why you were nervous?" he teased, and you smiled before leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his body. hugging him wasn't what you expected- it was nothing like hugging a mannequin, but it wasn't like hugging a human. he still had the warmth and the softness from his skin, but under that was plastic and metal that made his body feel more firm. almost like how you'd touch flexed muscles, his body was similar to that.

his arms were wrapped around your waist, a little more loosely than yours. he liked the way you smelled, your smell was comforting in a way. as an android, he could register smells, but he didn't experience them in the same way as humans. certain smells are tied to memories, like a home cooked meal reminding you of childhood. yet your scent made him feel a certain way that he couldn't describe, no matter how many times he tried to compute it. it was just a pleasurable feeling. you smelled good all the time, everytime you hugged him he'd smell bright crystal by versace. "i have a question, y/n." he suddenly spoke. you hummed into his shoulder, prompting him to continue. "what makes you so affectionate towards me?" you almost laughed at his question, but it made you stop and think for a second. he could feel your heart race, and he didn't know why, it was a simple question.

"because I like you." you pulled away, looking to see his reaction. "thank you, I like you too. it's a great pleasure to be working with you," he gave a soft smile, not quite understanding what you really meant. you laughed, and shook your head. "I meant I have feelings for you. and it's okay, I don't expect you to return them, but I just want you to know that I've liked you for a really long time now."

his brows furrowed slightly, now understanding what you meant. you were worried, did he like you too? it had been strange for him. to deny his feelings at first, to ignore the increased whir of his thirium pump when you were around, to distract himself from how good your touch made him feel. to try to talk to someone else because he felt the need to be around you all the time. lately he's been more accepting of these feelings, and some of the new urges he's discovered. he's never felt the urge to want to touch someone before, to see you do things that were completely inappropriate. at first, he felt shame for thinking about you that way. but when he came to accept that it was probably normal, it was easier to let loose. his silence made you worry, but he was happier than he's ever been in his entire life. his LED was showing that he was currently processing the information, and he tried to hide how happy he really was. "I have feelings for you too, and I don't think I would've ever admitted them because I was afraid of rejection," he admitted, a soft smile tugging at his pink lips.

him? connor? the deviant hunter was afraid of being rejected by you? it almost made you laugh, because the thought was so bizarre to you. "are you serious? you were afraid?" you teased him back, and he rolled his eyes at your comment. he looked at you, and then your lips. you did the same, hoping that the two of you were sharing the same thought. in an instant, his lips were on yours. it was a completely new sensation to him, since the only thing to touch his lips were his fingers when analyzing DNA, so the feeling of your plush lips against his own was very new. he liked it.

your hand found its way on the side of his neck, and you deepened the kiss by gently pushing him back onto the couch. his LED pulsed a steady blue, even if inside he felt like he was burning up. he'd never felt so hot before, the component that circled cool air into his system working twice as hard to keep him from overheating. your tongue ran across his bottom lip, and he couldn't deny that he really liked that. your tongue then pushed past his pearly whites, and he actually thought he might catch on fire if you keep pushing him like this. his hands ran up the small of your back, and he pulled you into his lap, making you pull away from the kiss momentarily - a string of saliva connecting your mouths. you pulled him back by his tie, your fingers looping around the fabric to loosen it. it started with his tie, then his jacket, and then your fingers were slowly unbuttoning his shirt. he tilted his head back, allowing you to kiss his neck and the middle of his throat, your tongue running down his adams apple.

he was experiencing pure bliss, the feeling of your tongue running against his skin almost burning him from the heat. your kisses started in between his collarbones, and then it led down his sculpted stomach. you were pleasantly surprised by his muscular physique that hid underneath his clothes. through the jacket, you couldn't see much, but now you were able to see how strong he actually was. cyberlife intended for him to be stronger, and in doing so they gave him a lean yet muscular physique in order to be faster and precise. you slowly shifted to your knees, kneeling in between his thighs. you pushed his legs apart, and rested your arms on his thighs, while your fingers played with his belt. his cock strained against his boxers and his jeans as he looked down at you. your palm pressed on his crotch, and he clenched his jaw from the sudden pressure. fuck, you were going to break him.

"shit," he hissed, feeling more of your hand pressing on him through his jeans. it was a first hearing him curse, and fuck did it turn you on. before you continued, you momentarily stopped to ask him if it was okay. he nodded, his breathing becoming heavier as you unbuckled his belt. you pulled his jeans down enough to where his boxers were exposed, and fuck you didn't expect him to be so...big. it was hard to hide your surprise at his size, and you finally knew why he was always in a good mood. he smirked, his head tilting while his hand ran through your hair. you pulled his cock out gently, kissing his tip before wetting the length with your tongue. you made direct eye contact with him while you ran your tongue up the length of his cock. he nearly came just from the sight.

"you're so pretty," you complimented, before taking him in your mouth. the artificial muscles in his thighs clenched from the heat and wetness from your mouth, and he didn't know if he could handle being inside you if your mouth felt this heavenly. he let out soft grunts, making you clench your thighs together. you spit on his pink tip, before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, your hands working up his length. you took him in your mouth again, your eyes tearing up from his tip hitting your throat as he gently thrusted into your mouth. his breathing became heavier, grunting while his head tipped back. you were surprised to feel his fingers gripping your hair, before you realized that he was holding you in place. he grunted one last time, before cumming into your mouth. unlike humans, his cum didn't have a certain taste as it was artificial, yet there was still something delicious about it, and you practically licked your lips clean.

your knees ached from being on the floor, and you were surprised yet again when he kissed you again, this time more hungry. you kissed back with the same amount of hunger, your lust never ending for the android that was above you. you laid on your couch, watching as he placed his hands on either side of your head. it was his turn to be in-between your thighs, and you whimpered feeling his cock press against the outline of your shorts. "i want you just as bad as you want me," he muttered into the crook of your neck, his lips kissing at your jaw and neck. unfortunately you couldn't bruise android skin, but he could bruise yours easily. his tongue licked at your skin, and he began to suck to leave a hickey. your hands traced the muscles on his back, your palms running up and down the smooth skin. "yeah? prove it," you challenged, watching as he nearly tore your shorts off, leaving you feeling exposed.

he was a little overwhelmed by so many urges at once, the urge to break you and leave you begging for him, or to fuck you until you cry. your back arched as he started to kiss your exposed cleavage, sitting up on his knees to squeeze your boobs. he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about doing this before. you moaned, watching as he lifted up your tank top and discarded it to the side. he kissed your chest, and you arched your back enough for him to remove your bra. he looked down at you, admiring how pretty you are. "you're prettier," he replied to the comment you made earlier, leaning down to squeeze and play with your boobs. he pushed your hips down from moving up into his, his palms holding you down easily. he decided to do the same, and pressed a thumb against your clothed pussy. you whimpered as he moved his thumb in slow circles, applying the right amount of pressure for you to be arching your back.

"my mouth isn't just for sampling dna, you know," he uttered lowly, his lips pressing against your pussy. you felt so hot, your skin burned from every touch. his hands gripped at your thighs, before moving one of his hands to tear your panties off. he didn't know if he could hold himself back, but for your sake he tried. "oh fuck," you whimpered as he ran a tongue up your slit, brown eyes peering up at you for your reaction. your brows twisted in pleasure, as his tongue began to work magic on you. the tip of his tongue swirled deliciously around your clit, before his lips sealed around you. it didn't take you long until you came on his tongue, his middle and ring finger buried deep into you while his mouth lapped at your clit. your abs clenched, your back arching and your toes curling as you unleash yourself on his mouth.

the moans that spill past your mouth are filthy, filling up the room along with the smell of sex. his fingers shove themselves into your mouth, and you're forced to taste yourself while you look up at the android above you. he looked so hot, his lips were slightly parted and shiny from being in between your thighs. his hair was slightly messy from you tugging on it, which he didn't mind. how his hair looked was the last thing he was thinking about. all he was thinking about was fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. you lovingly suck on his fingers until his fingers are stripped of your taste, your tongue grazes his knuckles as he pulls them out from your mouth.

"is this your first time?" you asked, your fingers tracing his jaw and running down his chest. "yeah," his short response made you grin, and you pushed him back into the couch, immediately crawling onto his lap. his dick rests against his stomach, and you guide it back to your slit, hovering over him slightly in order to put it in. he looks down at your hand wrapped around his dick, capturing all of this and storing it into a special area that could only be accessed by him. he was definitely going to look at this later. you slowly sink onto his cock, the both of you grunting from the pressure. he seems to be in pure bliss, his head tilting back, his pretty pink lips parted and brows furrowed. if you could take a picture, you would. you gently rock against him, moving your hips slowly in order to not overwhelm him. your hands rest against his chest, and his hands grip onto your hips as you ride him slowly. you lean down and kiss his neck, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling right now. soft gasps and groans slipped out from his mouth uncontrollably, as he started to lose himself in the feeling of you clenched around him. you started to move faster, a pace that only brought the two of you closer to your end. your pussy wrapped around him deliciously, your wetness dripping down and spilling onto his thighs. he wasn't going to let you have all of the control, though.

it might have been his first time, but he sure knew how to fuck like he'd been doing it for years. he suddenly picked you up, with his cock still inside, and pressed you up against the nearest wall. you gasped, legs and arms wrapping around him in fear of being dropped. "don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you," he murmured against your neck, his strong arms holding you up with ease as he started to pound into you. your head titled back as you pushed your hips into him, his inhuman stamina keeping you up in the air, while miraculously being able to hit the spot that made you nearly scream.

"c'mon, take it, i know you can" he encouraged, his cock hitting that spot that made your toes curl. "cum on this dick, i know you want to," he continued, his voice low and demanding as he leaned next to your ear. it was different from how he spoke at the office, with professionalism and respect. but right now, he was fucking you like he had no respect for you, like he hated you. his pace was brutal, filling your pussy up until you couldn't take it. his cock rested heavy inside you, stretching your pussy out in the best way possible. his hand held you by the throat, while his body supported the weight of yours. "oh my god, fuck," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock before you came all over him. he grunted, gasping as his cum poured into you, combining into a mess on your thighs and his own. he thrusted into you a few more times, enjoying the whimpers that slipped past your lips, the way you begged him to stop, the sound of your voice telling him that it was too much. he pulled out gently, cock dragging against the warm walls of your pussy. a new feeling overcame him as he watched his artificial cum drip out your pussy. you returned to your feet, nearly dropping a whole head as he'd been holding you up at eye length. you truly didn't understand how he was able to do so much. goddamn.

"i have no idea how you're able to hold me up like that," you took a second to control your breathing. he smirked, "my stamina and strength were designed to help catch deviants, though I'd say that I prefer fucking you over the mission." you softly gasped, hitting his arm playfully. "I've never heard you curse before," you giggle, doing a little walk of shame to retrieve your clothing. he mimicked your movements, putting his boxers and pants on first, while you lazily threw on your tank top and panties. you stopped him before he could put on his dress shirt. "I don't usually curse when I'm at work, as it's not professional, but we're not at the police department, are we?" he cocked his head, watching curiously as you put on his grey jacket over his bare upper body. "no, we are not," you smile, stepping back to admire your work. "what is the point of wearing a jacket if I'm not wearing anything underneath?" he questioned, watching as you eyed his body. "it's hot," you comment, dragging a hand down his bare stomach, your fingers tracing over his abs. "i look like i work at the eden club," he replied, not very fond of this look. you giggled, pulling him into you for another kiss.

it might have been the first time in a while that you've felt like you were doing something right. whatever you felt with connor, it felt right. he felt the same as you, he felt like having you in his life was something he wouldn't be able to let go. the two of you stayed like this, not putting a label on things yet, and being content with the things way are. you were happy, and so was connor.

though you couldn't deny the slight feelings of desire that you had for his counterpart. you felt guilty for having thoughts about nines. he was your partner. you felt selfish for wanting them both, and you didn't want to have to make a choice with who you wanted to be with, because that wasn't fair. you weren't saying that nines would even have feelings for you, but the mere thought was just enough to make you consider all the possibilities. what you didn't know, was that connor was well aware of the feelings you might have for nines, as well as him. he noticed the looks you gave, the thrum of your heart if he came too close. he didn't know why, but he didn't mind. he didn't mind seeing you look at nines like that, probably because they had the same face. but also because he wanted nines to enjoy you too. he could tell that nines was having the same thoughts, and if only you knew what was going on in his head. the thought of you being used by both of them was exciting. you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for.

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the white snow casts a bright film over the town; you shine the brightest in my eyes

cb98 | during an off day, connor finally takes you to look at the christmas lights in chicago.

If there was one thing you liked about Chicago, it was the atmosphere in the winter time. The nicer parts of the city had miscellaneous Christmas lights strewn along the buildings and trees. You admired them during the day when you were out doing errands, then at night you would watch them twinkle from the apartment window. Your eyes twinkled as bright as those damn lights when you would peer out at them. Connor noticed your admiration for them quickly.

You were never one to necessarily like being out in the cold, though growing up in Canada, it was usually more likely to be chilly than warm.

Connor had been busy since the season started. He was either watching film, playing, or practicing, not leaving much time to spend with you. Connor was dedicated to the sport, that was something you’ve known forever. When he finally achieved his goal of playing in the NHL, you swore he’s never been happier.

Connor arrived home mid-afternoon from morning skate, the only thing that was planned on his schedule for the day. You were lounging on the couch, in the midst of reading the book that had taken much of your attention.

“Hi, Connie. How was morning skate?” You asked, your eyes barely glancing up from the book. A loud thump from his bag sounded through the small apartment, a loud grunt following it.

“Normal, nothing really exciting.” Connor replied, pulling open the fridge to grab a water bottle. You watched him open the bottle, taking three long gulps of water. Your eyes glanced back out the window, a thought popping into your mind.

“Since you don’t have anything tonight, can we please drive around to look at all the lights? It’s depressing to look at them from this window every night.” You spoke, book marking your page and shutting the book. You placed the hardback book on the table, sitting up slightly.

Connor looked over at you, a nod evident after he finished the entirety of the water bottle. “You really want to?” He asked, tossing the plastic bottle into the trash can.

You nodded quickly, your eyes fixated on him. “I do, they just look so pretty at night.”

“Then yeah, of course.” Connor nodded, smiling at you.

Later that evening, when the sun had set, you were dressed and ready to head out. You had on a chunky white sweater with light wash jeans. Your hair was pulled into a half-up style, a black ribbon adorning around the hairband. Connor was dressed in his usual every day attire - a black Nike hoodie with jeans and Air Forces.

You always made fun of him for wearing those shoes, they were beat up and have been through a lot.

Connor’s car had been warming up in the parking garage, hoping to ensure the interior was warm before you guys left. Connor waited for you to finish getting ready, scrolling through his phone in the living area. You finished the last of your makeup, grabbing your purse from the dresser in the bedroom.

“You ready?” You spoke, announcing yourself as you walked into the living room. Connor quickly stood up, turning to look at you.

“You look pretty,” Connor complimented, grabbing his keys and wallet from the coffee table. The coffee table was practically on its last leg, you’ve had it for ages. It was your grandma’s and after her passing, it had been sitting in the garage of your family’s home.

Your face flushed a light red, scrunching up at his compliment. “Thank you,”

Connor placed a light kiss on your cheek, leading you outside of the apartment. Hand-in-hand, you walked down to the parking garage, finding Connor’s car in the usual parking spot. He opened the passenger door for you then got into the driver’s seat.

“I think we can drive down the main road outside, there are many lights down there. Then, do you know that little Christmas tree thing near the arena? There are many different like - light galleries - or something,” You spoke up, watching Connor connect his phone to the car play.

“I think I know what you are talking about,” Connor spoke, putting the car into reverse.

His hand found its usual spot on your thigh once you got onto the main road. The road was a long straight stretch, traffic filling the road. Usually, it would’ve irritated Connor, but the traffic helped you really get a good look at the Christmas decorations that adorned the road. Your eyes were fixated on the twinkling lights outside of the window. There was a mix of colors; white, red, green, blue, yellow - you were absolutely mesmerized.

Due to the stop-and-go flow of traffic, Connor was able to look over at you, admiring you. You caught him a few times, only when you would turn your vision to the other side of the road.

You felt increasingly lucky to have ended up with Connor. Christmas was easily your favorite season, your previous partners never really wanted to indulge in Christmas festivities.

"Oh! Look at those ones!" You gushed, pointing at lights that were arranged to look like a polar bear. It was perched against the small, private owned pet store. "I love Christmas - Ohmygosh."

Connor let out a chuckle, shaking his head at you.

After an hour of sitting in traffic, the car was parked in the parking lot to a walk-through Christmas event. It happened every year in Chicago, right by the United Center. Many vendors would set up different Christmas light decorations.

You pushed some of your fly aways out of your face, getting out of the car to face the cold Chicago air. Connor's hand once again grasped yours as you both walked through the entrance.

"Connor - Ohmygosh - I love this so much." You stated, your eyes dancing from each light attraction.

"Good, I'm glad. Sat through a hour's worth of traffic for this." Connor sarcastically spoke, his hand squeezing yours.

"Oh quit it, you loved every minute of that traffic. Well, except for when that one car almost hit us." You grinned at him, pulling out your phone to take some photos.

At some point, Connor was walking behind you, attentively watching as you would become entranced by a new attraction. You would take out your phone to take a picture, then stare at the lights for many minutes afterward. Connor took some candid pictures of you aswell.

At the end of the walk way, there was a large Christmas tree that was decorated with many ornaments and lights. You swore your heart doubled in size looking at it. You were never sure why you loved Christmas so much, maybe it was the endless joy that usually came along with it.

Connor linked back up at your side, glancing at you while you stared at the tree. "Thank you, Connie. Thank you for doing this with me." You stated, finally detaching your eyes from the tree to look at him.

"Of course, baby, this was fun." Connor replied, his hand linking back into yours. "It's cute, yanno, how much you love Christmas. Don't think I've ever met someone who likes the season as much as you."

"It's just such a positive time - and it's so beautiful." You explained, a grin adorning your face as you stared at him. "I love you,"

"I love you too," Connor replied, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

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chelseeebe · 7 months

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a/n: this has been in drafts for LONGGG and is basically a continuation of shameless. i wanted to post something because ive been slacking with writing and ideas so i hope this suffices lol

18+. smut. cheating whoops. it’s a tiny bit angsty i guess but it’s happy in the end bc we all love that don’t we

listened to bathroom - montell fish writing this ;)

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‘so what’re you doing tonight?’ connor asks, eyes soft as he leans against the metal shelving unit, finally getting a free moment without customers.

‘uh.. nothi-,’ you’re cut off by a curious steve, bounding down the aisle to intervene in your potential plans, slinging his arm around your shoulder, smug grin plastered on his face.

‘oh no she’s busy tonight,’ his face twisting into a sarcastic, not-really-sorry expression, ‘sorry bud,’ shrugging as his hand dangerously nears your breast.

‘steve- you’re..’ you look back to a disappointed connor, his eyebrows raised, not prepared to argue with steve over this, ‘maybe another day?’ offering him an apologetic smile, swatting steve’s wandering hand away.

‘ahh.. yeah yeah, sure,’ connor nods, disappointment in his voice as he backs off, trotting down the aisle, leaving you with a cocky steve who’s hand had already found it’s way back to your chest.

you glare up at him, ‘you’re such an asshole,’ you bite, pulling yourself from his grip, justifiably annoyed by his cock-blocking.

‘don’t tell me you actually wanted to go out with him? besides, you are busy tonight,’ he smirks, reaching out to grab onto your waist, closing the space between you in a few short steps.

‘oh yeah? what am i doing tonight then?’ raising your eyebrow as your back presses against the cold metal of the shelf, steve’s hungry eyes leering down at yours.

you weren’t really mad at him. it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out with connor, it was just that you were sure he wanted something more.. serious. and you weren’t exactly sure how to let him down gently.

‘well me hopefully,’ steve grins, his fingers loosely pulling your cheap, polyester work shirt up. your hand clamps down on top of his, well aware that you were still in work.

you push his chest with your free hand, keeping a stoic expression, ‘is that so? daisy’s at work then?’ his fingers grip onto your shirt, keeping you close.

he rolls his eyes, ‘yeah, she is.. i’ll be outside at five, up to you if you wanna come,’ wiggling his eyebrows, already certain that you weren’t saying no.

you purse your lips together, faux-pondering, ‘ugh, you’re so romantic,’ keeping your hand on top of his as he moves in again, fingers gripping your fleshy hips.

‘if you want romance, i can give you romance.. you just gotta give me a chance baby,’ his head dips, careless about where you were and who could see you.

‘get off of me,’ you scoff, pushing him back once more, managing to wriggle from his hold and backing up the aisle.

‘i’ll see you at five,’ he calls out after you, grinning to himself as he watches your hips move as you walk off.

sure enough he’s in the parking lot when you walk out at five, leaning against his car with a boastful smile as he watches connor walk off to his own car and you walk over to his. he’d won and there wasn’t even a contest.

‘you don’t need to rub it in,’ poking him in the shoulder as you open the passenger door, glaring at him before sliding into the leather seat.

he follows, tongue peaking out over his bottom lip as he gets into the car, ‘i didn’t even say anything,’ holding his hands up in innocence.

‘you didn’t have to,’ shaking your head. granted, connor was a little desperate but that didn’t mean steve had to be a prick about it.

the drive to his place is rather intense, you’d had half a mind to just get him to pull over somewhere on one of the back roads. his fingers creeping from your knee and somehow ending up between your thighs, teasing your clothed cunt as he drove. watching you squirm in the passenger seat with a sickening smirk on his face the entire time.

‘what the fuck?’ he exclaims, free hand hitting the steering wheel as he pulls into his driveway.

your eyes springing open to find daisy’s car parked haphazardly in front of steve’s, ‘i thought you said she wasn’t here?’ jutting your bottom lip out, disappointed and now worked up with no release.

‘she’s not supposed to be,’ he complains, ‘fuuuck,’ hitting the steering wheel again, ‘d’you think she’s seen me? we could go to..’ trailing off as your eyes follow his to see daisy peering out of the door, probably why her boyfriend was taking so long to get inside.

his hand shoots from your thigh, flashing her a feeble smile. you feel like a colossal bitch, clambering out of the car to give her a short wave.

maybe you should have taken connor up on his offer after all.

going out with the entire gang could never go well. especially not when daisy had tagged along, sitting next to steve like a lost puppy dog, not understanding any of the niche inside jokes and thankfully not catching on to the reckless looks steve had been slinging your way.

there’s only one dinghy little club in hawkin’s, so that’s where you went. dancing on the sticky vinyl floor, with a glass of watered down vodka in your hand. nancy and robin dancing alongside, they liked to act like they hadn’t a clue what was going on, but you knew steve had slipped up once or twice and perhaps you hadn’t been as quiet as you’d thought you were that one time you’d all stayed at nancy’s.

it didn’t matter though, neither of them wanted the hassle of getting involved. confident that whatever was happening would resolve itself one way or another.

their eyes gave enough away anyway, watching intently as steve saunters across the dance floor, running his hand along the small of your back as he walked through the crowd to the tiny, shared bathroom cubicle at the other end of the room. there was no need to even look at each other. you knew the drill.

waiting a mere few minutes before following him past the crowds of dancing patrons, promising nance that you’d be back in a few minutes and she could have the rest of your drink if she wanted. you wouldn’t normally be so brash and careless about what you were doing but after a few drinks and the massive cock-block daisy had given you the other day, you could not have cared less.

rapping your knuckles against the splintered wood door twice and waiting for the lock to slide open before slipping inside. steve pouncing on you the second you’re inside, one hand fumbling to lock the door as the other grips onto your waist, back hitting the ceramic basin as his lips press against yours rather hungrily.

there’s hardly enough time to catch your breath before the lock is jammed into place and the previously free hand is sliding up your thigh and under the tight skirt that may have only worn to piss him off.

‘jesus.. steve..’ you manage to get out between kisses, fingers curling into his hair while you struggle to get onto the sink, using the back of his neck to hoist yourself up.

‘i can’t help it.. couldn’t wait,’ he murmurs, digging tiny half-circles into the squishy skin on your hips, angling them towards his, moving down to attack your neck, teeth grazing against your jaw bone.

his lips press against your neck, peppering sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, breath hot as his hips press against yours. the denim of his jeans pressing against your thighs, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him close.

‘fuuck, i would.. do.. anything for you,’ he breathes between kisses, already losing his composure and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

your fingernails digging into his tense shoulders, ‘shut up,’ groaning as his erection brushes against your sensitive clit through your panties, the thump of the music outside of the tiny room growing.

his movements are antagonistically slow, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or just trying to make himself last long enough that you wouldn’t laugh at him.

‘i’m serious.. i want you,’ he murmurs, moving back up to level with your face, pupils dilated in a mix of lust and intoxication, jaw slack as pink tongue peaks out to wet his lips.

‘show me,’ pressing your forehead to his, grazing your fingernails down his lean back, tugging at the material in an attempt to hurry him.

sure, steve was always trying to convince you to fall in love with him but it increased tenfold after a drink. if you’d only say the word, he’d storm out of this bathroom and breakup with daisy in front of everyone. but you wouldn’t. and honestly? if she couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on by this point, then maybe she deserved it.

‘i will.. i will,’ he repeats, fumbling with his belt buckle, desperate to keep his eyes on yours while he does so, prolonging the entire process as his drunken fingers struggle to undo the metal.

‘steve?’ daisy’s muffled voice calls from the other side of the door, barely audible over the music, ‘steve?’ knuckles now banging on the door.

you can’t contain the eye roll that follows, keeping him between your legs as the knocking persists. his jaw gritting in determination to get this damn belt undone, despite the fact his girlfriend is very much stood on the other side of the door.

‘i’ll be out in a minute,’ he calls out, your body tensing in response, if he’d just shut his mouth, she would’ve fucked off soon enough.

‘oh, you are in there.. i wanna go home.. i’m tired,’ she complains through the wood. his fingers finally get a grip on the buckle, sliding it undone and hurriedly tugging his jeans and boxers down together, resting on his large thighs.

‘okay..’ sucking the air between his teeth as your legs widen around him, pulling your lacy panties to the side, positioning himself at your already soaked entrance, ‘i-i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?’

his hand clamps over your mouth before pushing himself into your cunt, his own groan strangling in his throat at the feeling of your warmth, disgusting the noise with a half-assed cough. your hand coming to grip onto his wrist, the other holding onto the white basin as he begins to move slowly.

‘well.. no, are you not coming with me? i don’t wanna go alone..’ she grumbles, though you aren’t paying attention to anything else right now, focussing on containing the explicit moans from escaping through his hand.

‘ohhh christ.. no, no.. you go- i’m staying,’ his glossy eyes don’t falter, the hand that had held your hip coming to rest on your thigh, thumb extending out to rub circles around your throbbing clit causing your mouth to open further against his palm.

‘what? what are you doing in there? can i just come in?’ the door handle rattling as daisy grows impatient. you wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the filthy sound of your cunt around him, balls slapping against the flesh of your ass.

‘no! no fuck no,’ his hand leaving your mouth to hold the wriggling door knob, keeping it firmly shut as his pace begins to falter, the conversation with his fucking girlfriend working in his favour to stop him coming so prematurely.

you’re forced to bury your face into his neck, soft whines vibrating the skin as your own orgasm fast approaches, the familiar feeling in your stomach growing. his thumb relentlessly circling your clit despite the circumstances.

‘steve wha- why can’t i come in?’ daisy persists, steve’s hand grabbing onto the door in pure frustration.

‘just go,’ he sounded desperate, pleading with her to leave before he came and she most definitely would’ve found out what or who he was actually doing in here.

your fingertips press into the cotton t-shirt on his back, mewling into the stubble on his jaw as you’re brought over the edge. head going dizzy as you clench around him, pleasure overcoming every single one of your limbs. if you hadn’t a death grip on the sink, you were sure you would’ve ended up on the floor.

you can hear daisy huff from outside, but the rattling stops and you hope to god that means she’s finally fucked off. feeling brave enough to let out an audible moan into his neck, just about coming back to earth.

‘cum in me,’ you babble, unsure of where the hell that had come from but still instinctively tightening your legs around his back, keeping him pressed against you as he gives you a few pathetic last thrusts, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum.

the sound out of his mouth is ungodly, thick and husky as his knees buckle, his body collapsing into yours, hot and sweaty, just a complete mess while he regains his strength. mouth open against your cheek, panting and gripping your hips.

craning your neck to press your lips to his, pulling his face to meet yours properly. it’s slow and tender even as his cum drips out of you and onto the grubby bathroom floor.

‘holy shit,’ he breathes into your mouth, feeling the smirk forming against your lips. it’s moments like these that have you questioning if did actually love him or not.

just completely enamoured by the way he looks, so pussy drunk and pupils damn near shaped like hearts as they gazed at you. you think you could. you really could.

he’s still panting for breath when you push him off of you, stumbling backwards into the adjacent wall. drunkenly fumbling with his belt as you hop off of the basin, rubbing the tender skin where the tap had dug into your spine.

‘you go first,’ you nod, tapping his arm, ‘i need to.. clean up,’ trying desperately to hide the smile on your face.

he stops for a moment, flashing that lop-sided smile that had you stumbling over your words. ‘okay.. you want a drink?’ running lazy fingers through his skewed hair, it was useless when everyone in the club would know immediately what had gone down.

you nod, shooing him out of the tiny room before you jumped his bones again. ashamedly pulling your skirt back down to a respectable length. you’re both terrible people, you know that.

and yet, you can’t stop yourself. he’s like an addiction that you’d never be able to rid yourself of. regardless of how many people and how many lives you both fucked up in the process.

you’re just about ready to wake steve up yourself. his snoring had been driving you crazy all night and now it was already afternoon and he was still fast asleep next to you. desperate to interrogate him on the things he’d said last night, his intoxicated confession.

he eventually stirs, so you take the opportunity to nudge his arm, pulling him from his sleep fully. groaning as he comes around, expecting daisy to be the one poking and prodding him.

‘uhh.. wait, what the fuck? what’re you doing here?’ voice groggy and deep as his smile peaking out from the pillow, arm extending out to wrap around your waist.

‘well someone had to make sure you didn’t die last night,’ rolling your eyes but still leaning in to his touch, grateful to no longer be sat listening to his horrific snores.

‘that bad?’ he groans, shoving his face back into the pillow.

‘oh yeah,’ stoic in your expression, ‘you got kicked out.. started screaming at the bouncer and then-,’ he grimaces, loudly groaning. large hand hiding his face from your judgemental eyes.

‘and then, you told nancy you were in love with me so uhh.. i think we’ve been rumbled,’ glaring at him from your position on the other side of the bed, not impressed with his antics.

‘well..’ he shrugs, feeling his fingers begin to toy with the shirt you’d borrowed, ‘was gonna happen sooner or later, wasn’t it?’ lifting his head up, gazing at you from squinted eyes.

‘not love though, steve.’

you can feel him tense up, sniffing as he looks away, ‘i was drunk.. it’s not- it doesn’t mean anything,’ a failed attempt at nonchalance.

‘so you don’t?’ looking at him earnestly, his face still half-hidden in the pillow.

you’d had enough time to reflect on his drunken declaration and quite honestly, you weren’t sure exactly how to feel about it. it wasn’t like it wasn’t pretty obvious that he felt that way towards you, but now that it was actually out there, was there any way for you to continue the odd relationship you shared?

‘i.. does it matter? you’re still gonna fuck me anyway so we should just forget i ever said anything,’ his hand disappears up underneath the t-shirt you’d stolen, his hands cold as they find their way higher, a pathetic attempt to distract you.

‘maybe i won’t.. steve- stop,’ becoming increasingly frustrated with him, ‘tell me.’

he sighs, contemplating his options as his wandering hand halts, ‘okay, and if i say i am in love with you, then what? you’re gonna tell me that it’d never happen and i’ll go back to daisy and then in two months this’ll start again.. it’s stupid,’ his eyes finally meet yours again, ‘i told you, it doesn’t change anything.’

you pause for a moment, studying his face through narrowed eyes. it was fairly obvious that he was trying to just brush this off, and no matter what you said, it wouldn’t make an ounce of difference. he was right though. you could end this today and go your separate ways for a little while but you both knew it wouldn’t last long before you were sneaking off at work and inevitably breaking some other poor girl’s heart.

you swallow, feeling his hand slither from under your shirt, watching as he props himself up against the pillow, already certain how this conversation was going to end.

‘were you telling the truth?’

his eyes close and you’re not sure why but his lips twitch into a tiny smile, ‘yeah,’ running a hand through the mop of hair on his head, already messy from sleep, ‘you knew that though, didn’t you? you know i’d fucking-,’ he exhales through his nose, ‘i’d do anything if you just asked me to,’ his shoulders slumping in defeat.

your heart pounds in your chest, the mere thought of leaving this room, leaving steve for god knows how long felt like the worst possible way for this to end. apprehensive to go any further but still terrified to end this in any other way.

‘you know how i feel about this.. i’m not..’ struggling to find the appropriate words, ‘i don’t know how to be in a relationship, you deserve someone that does.’

this is what you do. pushing away anyone that expresses even a semblance of interest in you. it’s a knack at this point.

he exhales, ‘i’m not asking you to marry me for fuck sake, i just wanna give this a shot and who knows? maybe we’ll get married and have six kids or.. or maybe we’ll end up hating each other but fuck- i wanna try,’ his hand reaches over to sit on top of yours, he’s pleading with you almost.

the bile rises in your throat, you can’t go on for much longer denying the way you felt towards him. it’s scary and you’re not sure if you can even formulate the words needed to tell him but maybe you should try. perhaps you would end up in a loveless marriage or maybe you’d crash and burn immediately. but maybe now you’re willing to try.

you sit like that in the silence for what felt like hours and eventually the only thing you can think of saying was, ‘..what about daisy?’

his eyes roll into the back of his head, groaning at the sheer mention of her name, ‘she’s gone, christ i’ll do it right now,’ his hand fumbles for the phone on his night stand, holding it up in front of your face, ‘tell me and i will.’

your mouth opens but no words come out, his clammy hand squeezing yours in one last hopeless attempt to convince you. watching his normally bright eyes falter as you remain silent.

‘do it.. break up with her,’ nodding as sign of encouragement, still wary of the decision you’d made but deciding that whatever might come from this couldn’t be as bad as being the reason another unsuspecting girl got her heart broke.

‘you’re serious?’

‘yeah,’ breathing out for what felt like the first time this morning, ‘i think we should try.’

and lord knows, if it really did all come tumbling down, that you’d get your karma one day and you couldn’t be mad.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #stranger things x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut

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vee-beeee · 5 months

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Cosmo

HELLOOO

Im sorry ive literally been like dead LOL ive been so busy

butttt im back with a cute little story to hopefully satisfy your android needs :D

Premise: the boys come home to something....interesting

Warnings: FLUFF, literally just a fluffy story, a couple swears, there is mention of animals being put down but ITS A HAPPY ENDING NO ANIMALS ARE HARMED OR PUT DOWN, also there's a 3-leggy dog so that might be really sad but its happy i promise, maybe slight ooc who knows

Connor, Nines and Sixty x (fem)reader

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"Connor, that criminal needed more pressuring. You may have gotten more information from him"

"His anxiety was high enough Nines"

"One of the most effective ways to get someone to talk is high anxiety"

"Nines-"

That's when Sixty broke off from listening in on the conversation. Sighing, the RK unit slid into the backseat's leather as the other androids continued to argue about something that happened earlier that day.

Sixty was in the backseat and away from the drama happening in the front of the car. Nines was driving, and was occasionally glancing at Connor to make a point. Connor was being.....what had Sixty called him earlier? Oh yeah.

A passenger princess

Nines had even broken his usually stone cold expression when sixty said that. Sixty smirked to himself as he remembered that moment, and turned to look out the side window instead of listening to those 2 chuckle-heads argue more.

He couldn't wait to get home to you.

This morning, when they were still at the station, Connor had informed the group that you had texted him saying you had gotten home early.

Which made everyone want to go home.

So, obviously, they decided to do the paperwork later and just leave.

Perfect plan.

3 androids scurrying out of the office because their pretty girlfriend got home early.

What a sight.

At some point during the drive, Sixty had slid his lids closed, and he entered a sort of rest mode. Trying to drown out the loud noise coming from the front of the vehicle.

This rest was rudely interrupted however, by Nines shaking the android harshly on the shoulder.

"Get up" Nines grumbled before turning back in his seat to get out of the car. Sixty rolled his eyes before opening the side door and getting out. As the android got out, he spied Connor straightening his tie and walking towards the elevator in the parking garage they were in, which was under your shared apartment.

The group shuffled into the small elevator, and Nines leaned forward to press the button to your floor.

It was a quiet ride.

Except for the loud looks Connor and Nines were giving each other. The kept turning and glaring at each other, clenching their jaws, and then staring ahead. This prompted Sixty to decide enough was enough.

"You both need to shut up and agree to disagree or something" Sixty snapped, looking between the androids.

Connor turned around and looked at him with surprise, and Nines just huffed and continued staring ahead at the shiny doors.

Sixty counted this as a victory. Mostly because the glaring stopped.

The elevator dinged and the group of 3 stepped out, and started meandering towards your door.

When the opened it, they noticed 2 things.

you were standing in the middle of the large room, panting and looking distressed.

it was an absolute mess inside.

"What the hell happened?" Nines exclaimed, looking around their living room and surveying the damage. Pillows and cushions were strewn everywhere, knick-knacks were knocked over, and your old paper books had fallen from a bookshelf and were in a pile on the ground.

"Oh hi guys" you said, totally calm, a hand gliding through your messy hair. "I uhhh....." you looked around you at the ground, and glanced back up "...had an...." your shoulders scrunched up as you shrugged "..accident?" you finished it off with a silent chuckle.

Taking this chance to note everyone's expressions, you saw Nines look taken aback, Connor had his nose scrunched up in confusion, and Sixty...

Looked like he was going to cry from laughter.

You huffed out another small laugh, but it was quickly stopped by

VERY loud and obvious barking.

And then your head fell into your hands and you sighed.

"Honey?" Connor spoke up, stepping around shoes that had been thrown around in front of the door and dropped pillows "Can you help me understand what happened here?"

Looking up, your eyes were crinkly as you shook your head, and slowly walked past the concerned android to the bathroom.

You looked up at each face before you, and then opened the door.

Barreling from the bathroom came a bundle of golden fur.

And then Connor was down.

The little rocket had briefly visited you, sniffing your legs quickly, before shooting and knocking down the RK800 unit.

Connor's surprised laughter could be heard as the golden dog licked at his face, whining and wagging its tail.

When the remaining androids saw the dog on Connor, they both realized something.

The pup only had 3 legs.

"Okay I can explain" you let out, before the dog ran back to you and started licking your hand, trying to get you to pet it. Leaning down on your knees you nuzzled the dog, and looked at the andorid's.

Connors face was full of glee as he looked at the dog, emanating the energy of a little kid on chistmas morning.

Sixty looked interested, but was just smiling smugly at you.

Nines....

was stuck.

His LED was red as he stared a the creature before him, his face twisted in a semi frown.

"You know I visit the pet store to cheer myself up sometimes look at the animals, and they were going to put her down" you rushed out, gazing down at the golden retrievers caramel eyes. You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Connor giving you the biggest sympathetic eyes ever.

Sixty had then been the next victim of the dog, the pup bouncing up on him as Sixty chuckled with subdued laughter, petting the dogs soft fur. Finally, Nines straightened up, adjusting his jacket as he did so.

"We've talked about this" was all he said, tilting his head and looking sternly at you.

"Nines.." Connor started, but Nines just waved him off and continued to stare at only you.

Nines opened his mouth to say more, but he paused as a paw landed on his knee. Looking down, the android saw the dog pawing at him, whimpering and wagging her tail.

Nines felt his shoulders droop down as his gaze returned to your face, only to see something he dreaded.

Your puppy dog eyes.

Your bottom lip was puckered out, eyes shining, and hands clasped in front of you and resting underneath your chin.

Nines turned and looked towards Connor for support, only to find the android with similar features as yours.

Turning around, he glanced at Sixty.

Who just shrugged and smirked.

The RK900 unit glanced back down at the dog, and he slowly reached out to pet her. The dog woofed and leaned into his palm, and Nines continued to gently drag his fingers through the pups hair. The dog nuzzled his hand and licked it once, before his eyes locked with the pups.

"You may keep it"

You gasped in surprise and watched as Nines continued petting the dog, and you squealed in delight.

The dog's ears tilted as she heard you, head spinning in your direction, and ran over to tackle your face, licking your arms. Connor laughed in delight and immediately started rapid-firing names at you.

You stopped giggling long enough to glance at all the droids, who were lovingly gazing at you.

"I like the name Cosmo"

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

I also hope it wasnt too ooc

Im sorry if this has been done before but I did it now baby

Ill hopefully be putting more stories up soon!

I have so many drafts LOL

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh sixty #dbh sixty x reader

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toasttt11 · 3 months

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new roommate

February 5, 2024

The Chicago Blackhawks had just finshed their first practice back after break and was getting their equipment off in the locker room when their coach came in.

Luke closed the door behind him, “Alright that was a very good practice back and let’s keep it going into the next game, good job today guys.” Luke smiled at his team before looking serious, “We will be having a new player joining us soon, he won’t be playing with us for a little bit as he is still recovering from an injury but he is coming out in the next few days.” The team all looked around the room knowing the trade deadline is coming up and we’re hopping none of their team was leaving for this trade.

“Who’s leaving?” Seth Jones questioned stoically looking towards his coach.

Luke shook his head, “No one. We traded for two first round picks for the 2025 and 2026 draft to the ducks.” Maddox looked up from where he was taking his skates off hearing the Ducks being said. “Trevor Zegras is gonna be joining us.” Maddox eyes widen slightly and Alex and Connor both couldn’t help themselves and their eyes looked over towards Maddox.

“So let’s be welcoming to him as he joins our team.” Luke looked around at his team.

“Where’s he staying?” Nick asked in concern knowing how hard it is to get an apartment in Chicago and the Blackhawks only have so many apartments for their players.

“We’re trying to figure that out.” Luke nodded knowing worse case Trevor would stay in the hotel that’s connected with the Blackhawks but it’s not the most comfortable living in a hotel.

“He can stay with me.” Maddox shrugged nonchalantly looking back down at his skates continuing to untying them.

“Are you sure?” Luke doubled checked knowing Maddox loves his own space but he also couldn’t help and feel pride that Maddox was offering even though he loves to live alone.

“My brother would murder me if i didn’t let his best friend stay with me.” Maddox smirked slighty knowing the second the trade gets out Jack will be calling him to tell him to take care of Trevor. Maddox’s comment got a bunch of chuckles especially since most people knew Jack and Trevor are best friend and they all know how dramatic Jack can be.

“Alright we will let him. Thank you Maddox.” Luke sent a smile to the player who will soon be their captain, before leaving the locker room.

February 10, 2024

Maddox leaning against his car waiting for Trevor to come out of the airport.

Maddox saw Trevor eventually come out, walking out with two big suitcases and a backpack and still in his walking boot.

Trevor smiled seeing Maddox and walked over to him, he dropped his suitcases and wrapped his arms around Maddox in a hug, “I’m injured hug me back.” Trevor whispered feeling Maddox just patting his back.

Maddox rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Trevor slighty hugging him before letting go and gently pushing Trevor off of him, Maddox grabbed his two suitcases and gave Trevor a look to stop him from grabbing them.

Maddox put the suitcases in the back of the car and walked to the drivers seat seeing Trevor getting into the passenger seat.

Maddox picked up the Aux cord and handed it to Trevor, knowing how much Trevor loves playing music. Trevor widely grinned taking the cord not seeing the slight soft glance coming from Maddox.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me staying with you?” Trevor questioned broke the silence of the car ride as they just pulled into the parking garage of Maddox’s apartment building.

“It’s not big deal i have the space.” Maddox nonchalantly shrugged running a hair through his hair not seeing Trevor frown wishing he could run a hand through Maddox’s hair, “Besides Jack will kill me if i don’t take care of his best friend.” Trevor’s face fell slight covering it quickly before Maddox noticed.

“Right.” Trevor nodded in disappointment knowing Maddox didn’t care for him anymore than being his brother’s best friend and Trevor had to accept that eventually.

Trevor leaned his head on the window looking around the city that he would not be living in, he didn’t love having to live in the cold again but he was pretty happy to play with Maddox again.

Maddox pulled into the parking garage of his apartment building and parked the car. He hoped out of the car and grabbed the two suitcases as Trevor got his backpack, Maddox slowed down walking so Trevor can keep up with him.

Trevor was looking all around the apartment building as they got into the elevator to go up to Maddox’s floor.

Maddox unlocked his door and opened it letting Trevor walk in, Trevor looked around noticing a lot of very tall windows giving a great view of the Chicago Skyline, the apartment was very modern and a lot of darker colors but Trevor thought it fit Maddox perfectly.

Trevor looked down hearing a meow and saw Mouse, Trevor smiled and petted the cat, the only cat he has ever liked.

Maddox lips turned up slightly seeing Trevor with Mouse, “Come on i’ll show you room.” Maddox headed down the hallway to the one of his guest rooms and opened the door to the one he picked out for Trevor, “If you want to change anything let me know.” Maddox awkwardly scratched his head.

Trevor felt his eyes soften in fondness as he looked at Maddox, “It’s perfect.” Trevor looked around his room seeing the awesome view from his windows. Trevor saw all the boxes he had sent a few days ago and was surprised they were already here.

“Well i’ll let you unpack.” Maddox nodded shoving his hands in his pockets and turning around heading to the door.

“Theo?” Trevor called out, making Maddox turn to him, “Thank you.” Trevor smiled at him, Maddox gave him a tight smile and nodded before leaving the room.

Trevor walked over sitting on his new bed and let out a sigh as he looked around his new home.

#maddox hughes au #mh22 #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #jack hughes x reader #nhl x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #jh86 #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #chicago blackhawks #connor bedard x reader #connor bedard #nick foligno #alex vlasic #lukas reichel #jamie drysdale x reader

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sunflower-lilac42 · 4 months

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✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲 || flowers au ♔

summary: violet meets connor when she’s running late to adam’s draft day

warnings: scissors, running late

notes: part of the 'flowers' au. a little chaotic meeting between v and con but that's going to be so expected later on in the series (also i'm sorry i didn't get this out yesterday, but the next part of this will also be out later today along with right where you left me) add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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“Hurry up!”

“I’m sorry I know I’m late, just leave without me, I can drive there, I promise.”

“What are you even doing?” Luca came into his sister’s room to see craft supplies all over her room, flung from her suitcase. Her cutting board was on the ground, she had pens all over her desk, flower stems surrounding her, and her scissors were so close to stabbing her as they laid on the wooden surface.

When Luca noticed the scissors, he quickly ran over and grabbed them to keep from stabbing the girl, not like it would’ve done that much damage in Violet’s mind. “I’m making Adam’s present.”

“V, I’m sure he’s not going to care if he gets his bouquet now or later.” Luca sits on her bed fiddling with the sheets.

“He might not care, but I do. And somehow I’m missing a flower, I have to go and get another iris. Just go without me, I’ll be there.”

Luca didn’t look all too happy with the fact that his sister would be driving by herself despite the fact that she had her license. He went to offer to stay with her but she shut him down with a look, “No. Go.”

The boy sighed and walked out of her room, getting in the car with his brother and parents. Violet sighed to herself as she fumbled around her room for her flower cutters, packing up everything she needed. She threw her dress on, making sure her hair and makeup looked decent enough to go out in before driving to the nearest flower shop.

She had driven to Nashville because she needed the road trip and both Luca and Adam had come along. If there was one thing she loved, it was road trips but road trips with someone else were always better than by herself.

After buying the last small bouquet of blood-red iris’ the store had she rushed to her car and began finishing the bouquet. When she finished she grinned to herself feeling accomplished, until she looked at the time. She lightly placed the bouquet down alongside the present that she got from Adam in the passenger seat before driving to the venue, humming along to whatever was on the radio.

She flew into a parking stall and all but ran into the venue, smiling and waving at the people she passed. When she entered she felt safer, and when she showed her ID she was allowed in and went to find Adam and the rest of her family.

She was texting her mom when she ran into someone, apologies coming out of her mouth, one after another, “I am so sorry! Totally my fault! I’m sorry, so sorry.”

The boy she ran into had stumbled a bit but didn’t look too bothered, “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure because I was not looking where I was going.” Violet looked around, “I actually have no clue where I am right now.”

When Violet looked at the boy, her brows furrowed, “You look familiar.”

He reached out his hand for her to shake, “I’m Connor.”

“Oh, you’re the one who’s in line to get drafted to the Hawks. I’m Y/n, but you can call me Violet. I’m Adam Fantilli’s sister.”

“Oh, Adam! Yeah, I met him a little bit ago.” Connor smiled at Violet, “Do you need some help? You look lost, and you just said you were.”

Connor reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck, looking awkward. Violet held a big grin, “I would love it. I’m just trying to find my family.”

Connor gestured to the way he was walking, “I’ll take you to where we’re sitting.”

They didn’t get far when they saw two figures running toward the two, “Violet!”

Violet waved, “Hey guys.”

Connor looked saddened at the fact the conversation was ending, “Connor was helping me find you guys.”

Adam looked at him, “Thanks, man.”

The boy nodded, “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later then?” Violet nodded and so did Adam before Connor walked off.

“Oh, here Adam.” Violet gave Adam both the bouquet and the present she had gotten him, “Thanks, V.”

Adam hugged his younger sister, kissing her on the head. He then brought Luca into the hug and sighed, “Thank you guys for being here.”

“Of course.”

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When they announced Connor’s name, Violet did more than politely clap. Her clap was louder than her brothers which caused some looks but they didn’t pay much mind to the girl. They just thought she was anxiously waiting for Adam to get drafted.

She had to sit on her hands as they called out Leo’s name who got drafted to the Ducks. She let her face slip briefly before her usual grin was back on her face. When the Blue Jackets had their pick in, she reached over to hold each of her brothers’ hands, nervous, “...we are proud to select, Adam Fantilli.”

Adam was the first to stand, followed by everyone else. Violet let Adam hug their parents and Luca first before she hugged him, “I’m really proud of you, Adam.”

“Thanks, V.”

He handed her his jacket before walking down the steps and to the stage. The four others stood with smiles on their face, all of them had tears in their eyes for various reasons but most of them because of how proud they were of the boy.

Violet wandered off not long after that in hopes she would run into Connor again, and to her luck, she did. Much like the first time, she ran directly into it, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“I don’t know, I kind of like when you catch me from falling,” Violet smirked causing Connor to blush.

“Trying to find Adam again?”

She shook her head, “No. You actually.”

“Oh?”

“I was hoping to get your number.”

That was all it took for Connor to reach into his pocket and grab his phone, handing it to the girl. She handed him her phone, and the two exchanged their numbers and socials as well. And ever since then, they talked every day, finding out random facts about each other and their plans for the summer.

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violetsdiaries

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violetsdiaries happy draft day everyone! congratualations to everyone who was drafted today.

more importantly (for me), congratulations to one of my best friends in the whole entire world and one of my favorite brothers, adam! i'm so so so proud of you and all of you have accomplished and i can't wait to see you in the big leagues

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adamfantilli i love you little sis

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luca.fantilli stud alert 🚨🚨

⤷ violets diaries who me? i know, thank you

⤷ luca.fantilli you wish violet

user01 mother is proud everyone

user02 their relationship is one of the best things ever

user03 she finds a way to make everything and every scenario aesthetic, i desire to be like her

user04 i have a feeling she's going to be an amazing nhl wag one day

⤷ user05 she deserves someone great

lhughes_06 congratulations man! v looking good as always

⤷ adamfantilli thanks, luke! also don't hit on my sister, that's weird

⤷ violetsdiaries he was just being nice (thank you lu) also i like someone else 🤭

⤷ adamfantilli who?

⤷ luca.fantilli who?

⤷ markestapa who?

⤷ edwards.73 who?

⤷ lhughes_06 who

⤷ violetsdiaries no one you need to know about... yet

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messyviolets i didn't want to ge this sentimental on main so here this is

adam, i am extrememly proud of you, there aren't anywords to describe how proud i am of you. thank you for everything you have done for me and i can't express how grateful i am for you. i can't believe you're going to be playing professional hockey so soon and it feels like just yesterday i was sitting with mom cheering you on during peewee hockey (although i don't really remember it that much bc i was like 4) moving on, i know you are going to do so many amazing things and i'm going to miss you so much.

love you big bro 🫶🏻

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user06 she is so adorable, i'm going to cry 🥹

adamfantilli don't make me cry, i love you too, v. i'm going to miss you too 🥲

⤷ luca.fantilli she would've been closer if she went umich with me

⤷ messyviolets i'm sorry who was the one that said 'you can go wherever you want, we won't be mad'.

⤷ luca.fantilli i didn't think you'd actually do it :/ you're leaving me with mark

⤷ markestapa what did i do?

⤷ rutgermcgroaty hah! get burned mark

⤷ edwards.73 how does it feel to be the least favorite, mark

⤷ nick_moldenhauer that's gotta suck marky

⤷ messyviolets can you guys all get out of my comment section (also i love you mark, it's okay)

user07 why is the umich hockey team here??

⤷ user08 because violet's friends with them

⤷ markestapa because we can be

_connorbedard hey, i found you 🙂

⤷ messyviolets hey, you found me 🙂

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ijustreallylovethem · 4 months

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#5 threesome

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the three of you were out of the rink and in connor’s car in a record two minutes. you had barely thrown your pants back on, too eager to get on the road once lukas agreed to your little proposition. you practically ran across the lot, climbing into the passenger speed with a speed that made the two boys laugh.

“connor, drive faster!” you urged, even though you knew he was doing his best. he gave you a look, and it was enough to have you settled in your seat. however, just a moment later, you were squirming around again. you sighed, sliding your seat all the way up.

“y/n, what are you doing?” you didn’t answer, just unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into the backseat. you settled in the space you had created, reaching up and palming lukas over his sweats. you could see a shiver pass through his body and you looked up at him with a smile. a shaky breath passed his lips just before you reached for his waistband. he lifted his hips so you could pull his sweats and boxers down, and you licked your lips at the sight of him. you licked your hand before tentatively wrapping it around him, slowly gliding up and down. his head fell back against the headrest, a breathy moan leaving his lips.

“connor, please do not wreck the car right now,” you threw over your shoulder, then wrapped your lips around lukas’s tip. his fingers carded through your hair, stopping at the base of your skull and collecting it all in his fist. you sucked lightly, then took more of him into your mouth. he let you have your freedom for a few moments, letting you do as you please since you were just starting out. then he used his grip on your hair to gently guide you, your head bobbing slowly up and down over his length. you took all of him and moaned, the sounds against his skin causing him to let out muttered curses. he let you up and you took a deep breath before diving back in, taking control of the situation and going at the speed you pleased. more moans and curses left lukas’s mouth, mixed with whispered praises as his chest heaved.

“we’re almost to the apartment,” connor informed you both. you pulled away, looking up at lukas with a smile.

“i’ll finish this inside then.” you wiped your chin with the bottom of his shirt, taking a seat next to him as connor pulled into the parking garage. lukas fixed his pants as connor parked next to your car, turning off the car. the three of you walked inside as if it was a regular day, though lukas was a bit stiff. the elevator ride was silent, but the moment the doors opened, you ran down the hallway to your door.

“you need to calm down,” connor told you.

“you guys need to hurry up!” connor shook his head lightly, unlocking the door and letting you into the apartment. you were immediately grabbing lukas’s hand and dragging him to your room. connor took his time, hanging up his keys and taking off his shoes. by the time he made it down the hallway, lukas was sat against your headboard, you in his lap, and both of you engaged in a heated makeout. you were grinding down against him, small moans escaping you.

you pulled away from him after a moment, his lips trailing down to your neck as you head fell back to give him space. connor had never really seen you like this, his head always being buried in your neck. he loved seeing you like this, he decided. he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it over the back of your desk chair. he didn’t realize lukas had even noticed him come in until he was talking.

“how do you want her?” he asked. connor turned to look at the two, you now kissing lukas’s neck as lukas looked over at connor.

“i think the better question is how does she want us?” you pulled away from lukas with a giggle, turning to look at connor.

“come here.” you climbed off lukas, pulling off your shirt as you went. as connor came over, you looked back to lukas. “take your pants back off.” you heard him shuffling behind you as you got up on your knees, pulling connor into a heated kiss. your hands tugged at his hair, his pulling your hips into his. you could feel how hard he was and it caused you to giggle. “want you to fuck me first,” you said against his lips. he pulled away with a small smirk.

“oh. first, huh?” you just nodded, stepping off the bed to rid yourself of your leggings and panties, then climbing back on the bed. you were on your knees, then leaned over so you could finish what you started earlier with lukas.

you wrapped your lips around him again, the feeling making his hips buck up involuntarily. you welcomed it though, moaning at the small intrusion. he gathered your hair, wrapping it around his fist. this time, he took what he wanted, fucking up into your mouth. you couldn’t help but moan as connor’s fingers slid through your folds.

“fuck, y/n. you’re soaked.” your nails dug into lukas’s thigh as connor slowly slid into you, his thumb brushing back and forth over where he held your waist in a sort of comfort.

“shit, i’m close,” lukas warned you. seconds later, you felt his warm cum across your tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth. you moaned at the feeling, careful to swallow it all. you pulled away when he was finished, opening your mouth and sticking out his tongue to show it was empty. “good girl,” he praised, just as connor began to pull his hips away from yours. your eyes rolled when they snapped back against yours, your head falling to lukas’s thigh.

“oh, fuck,” you moaned. lukas had let go of your hair before you moved, so his hand came down to gently push the loose strands from your face. his chest was still heaving as he came down from his high, but you could barely focus on that. the snap of connor’s hips against yours was already almost too much. one of your hands reached back, wrapping around his wrist. it didn’t stay there long though, connor grabbing yours instead and pinning your arm behind your back. you cried out as he hit the perfect spot inside of you.

“doing so good for us,” lukas told you, his fingers carding through your hair. your free hand grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the material for some sort of support.

“con, i’m close,” you whimpered. his hand left your waist, wrapping around you to rub circles on your clit. you nearly bit lukas’s thigh as you fell apart, your knees almost sliding out from under you. connor held you in place, though. he slowly pulled out, letting you down slowly as you calmed down. “you didn’t…”

“don’t worry about me,” connor assured you. “now, you said you wanted me first so you know what you’re gonna do?”

“hmm?”

“you’re gonna sit in lukas’s lap and show him how good you are at riding, okay?” a small smile pulled at your lips.

“okay.” you got back up on your knees, moving so you were straddling his lap.

“hi,” he whispered to you, a smile matching yours on his own face.

“hi,” you whispered back. you lifted yourself up, reaching below you to take hold of his dick, which was hard once again. you were about to sink down on him when something hit you in the back.

“hey, no.” you turned, seeing a condom packet laying on the bed behind you. you looked up to connor, who nodded toward the condom, a serious look on his face. you picked it up, quickly opening it and rolling it on lukas. once again you lined him up, this time sinking down on him slowly.

“oh fuck,” he moaned lowly, your head falling back at the feeling of him. you took a second to adjust, he was slightly bigger than connor, so the stretch was delicious. after a moment, you picked yourself up, then dropped back down into his lap.

“oh my god,” you whined, your head falling onto his shoulder. your hips moved against his, his hands on your ass helping lift you up.

“bedsy, i cant believe you’ve been keeping her to yourself,” lukas grunted. his left hand pulled back, coming down to land a smack on your ass. you cried out at the sting.

“lukas, fuck.” it didn’t take long for your legs to get tired, since you had already been fucked to orgasm once. lukas didn’t hesitate before flipping you onto your back. he was quick to fuck into you, causing your toes to curl and your legs to wrap around his waist. his lips wrapped around your nipple, his teeth pulling lightly. you weren’t able to contain your moans at the amount of pleasure he was giving you. your nails trailed across his shoulder blades, the knot forming in your stomach close to snapping.

“squeezing me like a fucking vice,” lukas mumbled against your collar bone.

“means she’s close,” connor told him from beside you. you had momentarily forgotten he was there, but apparently he had been sitting in the same spot the whole time, jerking off as he watched.

“yeah? gonna cum for me?” he asked you. you could only nod as you cried out. his hips sped up, your mouth falling open.

“i’m cumming, i’m cumming, fuck, i’m cumming!” lukas fucked you through it, his own orgasm hitting just a moment after yours. you toh stayed there for a moment, chests heaving as you tried to calm down. when your eyes reopened, you let your head fall to the side so you could look over at connor. he was also panting and you could see the trails of his own cum painting his stomach. you gave him a small smile, followed by a giggle. he looked down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“lukas, i hate to do this to you but i’m gonna need you to go wait in the living room.” lukas got up slowly, causing you to whimper when he pulled out. you watched him collect his clothes and leave the room, then you turned back to connor.

“what was that for?” you asked, your brain still fuzzy. connor moved from his spot, positioning himself between your legs.

“you can take one more, right?” he didn’t give you time to answer, just lowered his head and licked a stripe through your folds. you gasped, your hands immediately tangling in his hair.

“oh god, connor.” his lips wrapped around your clit, two of his fingers sliding easily into your heat. they curled perfectly inside of you, your back arching off the bed as you held his head in place. “just like that, please!” it didn’t take long for your third orgasm to creep up on you, through this one felt more intense. it was like you were seeing stars as heat encompassed your entire body, your jaw going slack but no sounds able to escape you.

“hey,” you heard, but it sounded far away. it took a few moments but you finally opened your eyes, seeing connor smiling down at you. his mouth and chest wet.

“hi,” you rasped out.

“you with me now?” you nodded.

“i’m gonna get you in the bath, okay?” while that sounded great, you just wanted to fall asleep, so you whined. “come on, baby, you need it.”

“connor!” you whined again.

“you’re a mess, y/n. i’m gonna go get the water running and i’ll be back for you in a moment.” he left you there, heading to the bathroom and you closed your eyes. what seemed like only a moment later, but had to be much longer than that, he was calling out your name and picking you up. you caught a glimpse of a wet patch in the sheet and you gasped.

“wait, did i…”

“yeah, didn’t know you could do that.”

“neither did i.” he set you gently in the hot bath water and you hummed as you got comfortable.

“i’m gonna go change the sheets and then i’ll be back okay? then i’ll get you into bed and take lukas back for his car.” you nodded. connor pressed a kiss to your forehead and then left the room, causing you to smile. then your eyes shot wide open. was he acting a bit too nice to you? was it just because of the sex? you shook your head, closing your eyes and settling back in. you were just overthinking things.

#raegan talks about blurbs #connor bedard #the list #lukas reichel

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not-neverland06 · 8 months

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Broken Machinery

Pt. 3 (completed series)

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Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: I can’t write parkour without thinking of Michael & Dwight in the office

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), pigeon crap, Hank’s emotional constipation plus the detective’s, parkour!, weird attraction to ties on men

Word Count: 4.2k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

“Oh come on, Hank! There’s literally a million nicer places to eat.” You crossed your arms and sank into your seat at the sight of Hank’s favorite ‘restaurant’ Chicken Feed. Slightly wincing at the still present ache in your ribs.

He turned around in his seat and scolded you like a child. “My car, my rules.”

You scoffed, “First, Connor takes my seat and now I don’t even get to eat lunch.” You were being childish, you knew that.

Still, it was beyond aggravating when Hank had stopped you from getting up front and let Connor in the passenger side. And now you were at your least favorite place to eat ever!

What the hell am I being punished for?

“If you weren’t acting like a brat, you could eat lunch. But, fine! Stay in the car! The fuck do I care?” Tears pricked your eyes at the last whispered comment.

It was hard, it was hard watching him become so distant to you. You used to be a lot closer, before everything happened.

Y/N’s eyes were watering and her heart rate was increasing. She was distressed by something, but Connor was unsure of what that was.

He looked out the window and scanned the food truck. “Is Lieutenant Anderson aware of the numerous health violations the owner has committed?”

You scooted your way to the door and whispered, “Why do you think I don’t want to eat here?” The door had slammed closed before he could answer.

RECONCILE WITH THE OFFICERS

Connor got out of the car and stood. After a scan of the environment he was directed in two different directions. You were standing at a table under an umbrella, hunched over and picking at your nails. Lieutenant Anderson was speaking to two known criminals.

“Like a fucking poodle,” Connor ignored Hank’s comment.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” You seemed surprised that he had chosen to speak with you. “You seem… distressed.” You glanced briefly towards Hank, he appeared to be paying a bookie. “Is it your relationship with the Lieutenant?”

You smiled at Connor, “You know, you’re a bit too observant for your own good.” Connor stood across from you at the table.

“May I ask you a personal question, detective?”

You frowned at him, “I feel like you’re going to no matter what.” Connor nodded his head. He would, he needs you and the Lieutenant to get along better. Right now your interpersonal issues were getting in the way of his mission.

“Why does the Lieutenant make you so angry?”

You went back to picking at your cuticles. Your right thumb had a scab that told Connor this was a common habit for you. It wasn’t entirely harmful but he still felt the need to stop you as you picked at your skin. His hand reached out and gently separated yours.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Your hand stayed in his, and he wasn’t sure if you were aware that you were squeezing it. You opened your mouth to say something, for some reason Connor felt the need to stop you. “Would you like to go get something to eat, detective?”

You quickly closed your mouth and gave Connor a strange look. You smiled at him, “Sure, I’d like that.” Your hand dropped from his and you began leading him down the sidewalk.

Unknowingly the hand you had held flexed by his side.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“Are you in much pain, Y/N?” You waved off Connor’s question. You’d stopped by a 24/7 market and had picked up an ice pack and questionable veggie sandwich. It was either that or egg salad, you’d take your chances with the spinach.

Right now you were sitting outside on a bench holding the ice pack to your sore ribs. “It’s not too bad, I’ve had worse.” I want to lay down and cry somewhere, this hurts so bad.

Connor stopped moving for a moment and then spoke again, “I’m not seeing any cracked ribs or internal damage, they’re just bruised. I recommend you try not to overexert yourself.”

“So he’s a detective and a doctor, really giving Barbie a run for her money.” If androids could be sassy that’s the only way you’d describe Connors face right now. He’s frowning at you and brushing your hands away from the ice pack, holding it up for you so you can eat your food. You really hope he can’t tell how fast your heart is beating with how close he is, or notice the shake in your hands as you take a bite of the sandwich.

“I posses enough first aid skills to take care of my partners if they’re injured in the field.”

That’s actually helpful, Hank’s shit at patching you up. “That makes me happy, the only thing Hank knows how to do is slap a band-aid on a bullet wound and call it a day.” Connor frowns at you again, the little groove appearing between his brows once more. You’re tempted to reach out and soothe it with your thumb.

“That’s highly illogical and dangerous.”

You laughed at him, “It was a joke, Connor. Did those geniuses at CyberLife not program you with humor?”

“It wouldn’t be beneficial to my mission.”

Good lord. He takes everything way too seriously.

“Well maybe you should watch some stand-up or something. I need someone to understand me.” You weren’t being serious. But he seemed to think you were.

“I’ll take your recommendation into account.” You finished the rest of your lunch in relative silence, but there was an overwhelming tension surrounding the two of you. You were most likely projecting, you weren’t even sure androids could feel tension.

However, you felt like he was waiting to ask you something and you were sure whatever it was wasn’t going to be a pleasant topic for you. Connor didn’t seem to have a good grasp of boundaries or when to stop talking.

He waited until you finished your sandwich to take the ice pack off your chest. “You don’t want to ice it for too long, it will cause more harm.” He put the ice pack down and paused. You waited for him to say what he wanted to say, you definitely weren’t going to be the one to initiate whatever probing line of questions he was about to ask. Connor reaches up and fixes his tie before he turns towards you. His jaw is set and there’s a determined look on his face-

Dude! You have major issues. A tie! A tie is what gets you going now?

Lord I pray to you for forgiveness.

“I’ve looked into both yours and the Lieutenant’s personnel records-“

“Wait, what?” He’s undeterred by your interruption, but you’re a little freaked out that he can just dig around in your past.

“It seems that Lieutenant Anderson became your official legal guardian in 2023, when you were ten years old. You had been in the state’s care for two years before he caught your foster father dealing Red Ice and he-“

“Stop! Connor, stop. What the hell?” You’d already gotten your ass handed to you today, you sure as hell didn’t need Connor bringing this all up right now. You didn’t want to remember how Hank found you, or what a piece of shit your foster family had been.

You didn’t want to think about this at all. You could already feel the dread and anxiety swirling around and forming acid in your stomach. What you really didn’t need today was a panic attack.

“You have absolutely no right, no right, investigating me like that. And you especially don’t have the right to acquire sealed adoption papers. I know about my own past Connor, Hank made sure that no one else would be able to find out about it. Fuck, I cannot believe you!” You threw the rest of your sandwich away, knowing you wouldn’t be able to eat it, and got off the bench. You ignored the sound of Connor’s voice and the pain in your ribs as you stormed off.

Hank was waiting under an umbrella for the two of you. “Where’d you go?” Your adrenaline was slowly leaving you, you didn’t have the energy to fully answer him. Slumped on the table you shrugged your shoulders and wrapped an arm around your ribs. “Does it hurt a lot?”

A snarky response was on the tip of your tongue, you had to physically bite your tongue to hold it back. It wasn’t often that Hank would show genuine concern for you. “It’s not great, but I’ve had worse.” There was an awkward pause where the both of you were unsure how to continue. Conversations without any venom or hostility were few and far between lately. It was leaving you both feeling stiff and uncomfortable.

“You’re tough. . .” His hand hovered over your back before coming down a little too hard on it, you wheezed out at the impact. “You’ll be okay.”

You regretted the next words that came out as soon as it happened. “Thanks, dad.” The both of you tensed and you forced yourself to straighten immediately, ignoring the pain. Anxiety caused your chest to tighten and you opened your mouth to apologize. But you found that you couldn’t force the words out, frozen by the desire for him to act like everything was normal.

There was a primal desperation inside of you that yearned for him to just hug you, or tell you that he's sorry and everything will be okay. Anything, anything other than that god awful look he was giving you right now. The one that made you feel like a stranger. It was void of any connection he’d ever had with you.

Your mouth closed and you hunched back into yourself, trying and failing at getting your jacket to swallow you. You were still a little pissed off at Connor for being so invasive, but that feeling was greatly overruled by the gratefulness you felt at his sudden appearance.

You kept your head down, avoiding looking at either of them and distracting yourself by picking at the broken skin around your nails. You’d never been more desperate for a cigarette, even though you’d broken the habit years ago.

Connor almost reached out towards your hands to stop the unhealthy habit, but the look on Hank’s face stopped him. He was staring down at you with an emotion Connor was having trouble recognizing. Perhaps it was sadness, or just another complication of working with humans. You were proving to be much more inefficient than he’d like.

He turned his attention towards the sandwich in Hank’s hand. “Your meal contains 1.4 times the recommended daily intake of calories and twice the cholesterol level. You shouldn’t eat that.”

Hank shrugged, “You sound like Y/N, I keep telling her, ‘everybodys gotta die of something.’” He pointedly took a larger than necessary bite. If Connor had feelings he assumed he would be feeling frustrated right now. Having two partners with such a strange relationship was tedious enough, having one with no care for his health was proving to be a challenge in his mission.

Connor turned his attention back towards the two men by the food truck. Surely the Lieutenant would be interested in their illicit activities, “I don’t mean to alarm you Lieutenant but I think your friends are engaged in . . .” He lowered his voice, “illegal activities.”

“As long as they’re not hurting anybody, I dont bother ‘em.” The lieutenant's administration of the law was perplexing to Connor. Did he actually care about catching criminals? Or had he given up? His blatant disrespect towards his captain and his partner led Connor to believing the latter.

“This morning when we were chasing this deviants. Why didn’t you want me to cross the highway?”

Hank looked at Connor like he was malfunctioning. “‘Cause you could’ve been killed… And I don’t like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment.”

You snorted, the first noise you’d made since this conversation had started, but said nothing else. “Is there anything you’d like to know about me?”

Hank was quick to answer, “Hell no! Well, yeah, why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?” You lifted your head and glared at Hank, “Jesus, Hank.” Hank looked down at you and shrugged his shoulders, seemingly not understanding why you were angry.

“CyberLife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration.”

Hank nodded and Connor thought maybe he was finally warming up to him, “Well, they fucked up.”

“I think he’s cute.” Connor looked at you, from your hunched position he could see your eyes go wide and your body heat rising. Your heart had started beating dangerously fast and you looked faint. Hank was giving you a long look before he just shook his head, “I’m sure you do.” You ignored Hank and slouched further into yourself.

You cleared your throat and quickly looked up at Connor, before your eyes went back down to your hands. “Maybe you should tell us what you know about deviants.”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Connor blinked the message away. “We believe a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion.” Hank interrupted him, “In english please.”

Connor’s software quickly worked to give him a dialogue option more geared towards those of lower IQ’s. “They don’t really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behavior.”

“Emotions fuck everything up.” Your words were clearly only meant for yourself, but Connor had an auditory processor that was ten times more efficient than human hearing. You looked up at Connor, your eyes narrowed and your posture aggressively defensive. “You ever dealt with deviants before?”

He nodded, recalling the hostage situation, “A few months back… A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl… I managed to save her.”

Your head tilted and your shoulders went slack. “And the deviant?”

“Destroyed at the scene.”

You lied to me Connor.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“So, you’ve done your homework right, know everything there is to know about me?” Connor glanced towards you, you had stolen a fry from the Lieutenant and were making a point not to look at him.

“I know the both of you graduated top of your class, you became the youngest lieutenant in Detroit and Y/N followed in your footsteps becoming the youngest detective in the DPD. You, Lieutenant Anderson have received several disciplinary warnings in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars.”

“Understatement of the year,” you shook your head and stole another fry.

“And you detective, have received several disciplinary warnings and citations for starting fights, especially with Detective Gavin Reed.”

You frowned and whispered, “Oh, look at me, I found a few files.” You raised your voice and glared at Connor, “Whoopdie-freaking-doo, you searched through our personnel files. You shouldn’t even have access to those.”

Hank ignored you, “So what’s your conclusion?”

“I know you’re both experienced officers, and I’d like to earn your trust. I’m sure if we all work together we can solve this case. But that requires the both of you to be civil with each other.” You opened your mouth, presumably to defend yourself but Connor stopped you. “I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It’s a few blocks away. We should go have a look.”

Hank stuffed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and threw the box in the trash. You trailed behind the two, Connor got into the back seat before either you or Hank could stop him. He needs the two of you to get along, the most likely way for that to happen is to force you both to acknowledge the other.

You glared at him, “I guess I’ve got shotgun.”

“Connor, let’s go.” Connor’s eyes shot open at the gentle tug on his sleeve. Hank was already out of the elevator but you were standing in front of him, waiting for him to go your head tilted towards the entrance of the elevator.

“You run out of batteries or what?” Your hand left his wrist and he followed after you.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant, I was making a report to CyberLife.”

“That’s cool, you just close your eyes… and what?” Your head was tilted like his was when he had to recalibrate and choose a new approach.

“And I enter what you might call a ‘mind palace’ where I give my report to a CyberLIfe AI representative.”

“Damn, I wish my reports were that easy.”

Hank looked towards you, “What do we know about this guy?”

“Not much, just the information Connor gave us in the car.” Hank looked almost sheepish as he waited by the door of the apartment, you sighed. “You weren’t paying attention, were you?”

“What do you think?” His tone was incredibly bitchy.

“Don’t be a di-”

“A neighbor reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor. Nobody’s supposed to be living here,” Connor stood from his examination of some feathers on the floor. “The neighbor said he saw a man hiding an LED under his cap.”

“Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone hears a strange noise, we’re gonna need more cops.” You nodded your agreement with Hank as you leaned against the wall. The tension from lunch had somewhat eased, but you still felt uncomfortable in your own skin around the other two. You just wanted to go home and take a warm bath and forget all about this afternoon.

Connor approached the door and knocked. When no one answered he looked to Hank for guidance, he just gave him a smug look and shrugged. He tried again, “Anybody home?” It was cute how he kept looking at Hank. You weren’t sure if he was looking for approval or assistance. “Open up! Detroit police!” And there’s that deep voice again, god it really did something for you. You tried to shift subtly in your spot and just kept picturing your old Barbie dolls. There’s nothing there, there is absolutely nothing there. He’s probably smooth like a Ken doll. Why would a police android need any nice bits? He wouldn’t, so get it together.

A noise in the apartment caught your attention. You stayed on your side of the door while Hank got in front, “Stay behind me.”

“Got it.” Hank looked at you, you pulled out your gun and gave him the go ahead. He busted through the door and you quickly followed behind, searching the area with your gun raised and briefly glancing into each room.

“Clear back here,” you waited for his voice.

“Same here.” You reached another door at the end of the hall and raised a hand to stop him, bouncing on your heels in excitement.

“Can I do it this time, please, please?” Hank gave you a long suffering sigh before he finally moved to the side and nodded. You braced yourself and kicked the door out of the frame-

“The fuck is this?!” You’ve never heard your voice that high before, but it was hard to focus on the embarrassing crack in your voice when you’re getting attacked by fucking pigeons!

By the time you’d managed to wave them all off you, Hank was doubled over laughing his ass off and Connor was brushing a feather off your shoulder. He offered you a hand up from where you’d fallen on your ass in shock.

You really wished he would stop doing that.

It’s the little things that are tricking your heart into believing that something more could come from this partnership. His help off a fence, stopping you from picking at your hands, the small touches to your back or shoulder when he passed you. You were lonely and desperate for any form of connection or love. The fact that you were even projecting that onto an android made shame boil in your stomach and a heavy feeling weigh on your shoulders.

When Hank had recovered from laughing at you he finally took notice of the emptiness of the apartment. “Looks like we’ve come for nothing, our man’s gone.”

“We should still look around, he might be back. At the very least see if he was even an android.” Hank doesn’t look too happy staying in the shit-covered apartment, but he keeps his grumbling to a minimum. You find a strange coded book in a hole in a wall. “Connor, do you understand any of this? Is it like… binary code or something?” You swear to god he actually scoffs at you.

“No, it’s some sort of codex, but it’s indecipherable.” You tell him to keep it, maybe he can figure out what to do with it. You’re getting a bit frustrated, the pigeons keep pecking at your hands and feet and it looks like whoever was living here is long gone. You give up on your search and go stand near an armchair, watching Connor slowly make his way around the apartment.

You let out a long breath and tap your feet impatiently. There’s a build up of anxiety and tension that makes you want to move, do something, anything other than just standing here watching Connor. He informs you there’s thirirum and LED in the bathroom, you couldn’t care less. Your neck feels strained from being hunched in irritation and anger all day. You pull your shoulders down and slowly rolling your neck around, you make the fatal mistake of looking up. Straight into the eyes of the deviant.

“Oh shit-”

Feet first into your already damaged ribs, the air slams out of you in a way that makes you feel like your lungs have collapsed. Your head has gone cold from how hard it reverberated off the ground. Your eyes are buzzing and you can vaguely see two shapes standing over you. One shoves the other, “What are you waiting for, catch it!” A rough hand moves under your shoulders and lifts you up.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” A groan slips out when those hands start shaking you. You blindly slap them away.

“Fuck off, you’re gonna give me a second concussion.” Hank helps you struggle to your feet, your arms gripping onto his forearms. You allow yourself five seconds to recover before you’re shoving off Hank and stumbling down the hall. You slam into the wall a couple of times, you can hear Hank shouting after you but you refuse to let him stop you, evading his reaching hands and shouts of warning. You throw yourself over a fallen cabinet and shove out the door. The light momentarily blinds you and then you see Connor chasing the deviant through a field of wheat and you’re off.

You’re only a couple of yards behind them and shocking yourself with how well you’re doing leaping on and off buildings. You shove your way through the workers blocking the greenhouses and leap over the plants on the table, making your way out of the greenhouse and heading towards the edge of the roof.

Your arms start circling frantically as you attempt to catch your balance. You can do this, you can so totally do this. That one gymnastics class you took when you were twelve was about to come in real handy. “Y/N, NO!” You back up and take a running leap, sliding down the glass ceiling and taking a rolling leap through the broken window.

“HOLY SHIT! WHOO!” You can’t stop yourself from raising your hands in victory and giving a celebratory jump into the air. How in the hell did I just do that? Your celebration is cut short by the sound of a crash.

Keep going

You're running through lavender, behind Connor and parkouring your way up a wall.

You ask yourself why you thought it was necessary to follow after him when you jump on a moving train. Then question changing jobs when you’re leaping off said train onto a fire escape. I better get a fucking raise for this shit.

Halfway through this little adventure you realized it would probably have been smarter to just let Connor go after him and take the long way round, but it was too late and the momentum was too much to stop.

The deviant catches you in a cornfield, body slams you like a linebacker and worsens whatever minor concussion you had into a major one. You can’t see for a couple of seconds as he drags you onto a roof.

“You can’t catch us both!” Connor whips around, there Rupert is standing, an arm's reach away from him. He’s standing on the ledge and in his hand is yours. The tips of your toes are barely grasping onto the ledge and your using both your arms to hold on as tight as possible to the deviant's arm. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your face has lost any color and he can see you trying as hard as possible to keep holding on. The only thing keeping you from being a puddle on the pavement is android strength.

Connor can hear Hank coming up the stairs, there’s only a 40% chance you might survive if he lets you fall.

You force one eye open, it’s all you can manage when you’re looking down at certain death. “Choose wisely.” Both eyes shoot open and you open your mouth to beg, plead, do anything to keep you alive and not be dropped right here and now.

Too late. He’s already pushed you back, you get a sense of deja vu as your arms circle around you wildly, reaching out for something to grab onto. For a moment you feel hope ignite in your chest, Connor is right in front of you and then he’s not.

You can’t see much else besides the blue sky as you fall.

#Broken Machinery #connor rk800 x reader #detroit become human x reader #Connor rk800 x fem!reader #connor rk800 #dbh x reader #detroit become human #detroit: bh #detroit: connor #Detroit become human x fem!reader

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lostquinn · 2 years

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I love you - you can't

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // confessions of love

Summary - Connor had spent the day avoiding you until Hank forced you two together, where you questioned his behavior..

This gif leaves me WEAK jesus I love this man so much-

No use of y/n

Word count - 1069

The android detective had been avoiding you all day. It was easy to notice, you would approach him and Hank to talk about a case and the RK800 unit would excuse himself and rush away.

It ate at you, you sat at your desk wondering if you had upset him and if so what had you done? You glanced over to Hank, thinking about asking him if he knew.

It was then you noticed that Connor was staring at you from his desk. His eyes locked onto you before they trailed back up to your face, meeting your eyes. He averted his gaze, turning to talk to Hank.

You grit your teeth as you watched him. His LED blinked in a yellow hue, showing he was thinking about something. It stopped, turning blue as Hank stood up.

Hank grabbed him roughly by his forearm, dragging him out of his chair. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused by the sudden movement until you realised they were heading you way.

"Lieutenant," you nodded, expecting him to turn and walk past your desk.

Instead, he surprised you. Hank grabbed you by your forearm, using the hand that wasn't holding Connor, and dragged you from your chair.

"Lieutenant-" you muttered, eyes wide as he dragged the pair of you from the police department.

He stopped by his car. It was dark out, the end of your shift was nearing and you grumbled as you looked up at Hank. You struggled, wiggling desperately.

"Get in, we're going somewhere," Hank barked, releasing the both of you.

Connor made his way around to the passenger seat of the car, reaching for the door handle. His lips were pursed and his movements were tight, robotic - as they should be.

"In the back for fuck sake, Connor," Hank growled.

"Does that mean I get to go in the front?" Your eyes lit up.

"No."

You sighed, Connor scoffed as the both of you climbed into the back of the car. Before you shut your door, Hank leant down with a smirk.

"You two kids need to make up." He spoke, shortly before slamming the door and locking the car.

All the locks clicked as you slammed your hand on the window, eyes wide as you watched Hank walk away.

Connor watched you, as your heart rate increased and you body temperature decreased. It was the middle of winter and Hank had locked the pair of you in a metal box.

"I'm afraid that won't work." Connor spoke clearly.

"Oh, so you can talk to me now?" You hissed, glancing over your shoulder at the android. His mouth hung slightly open.

"You're going to exert all your energy and freeze if you continue."

You turned to him, already feeling the chill of the air biting at your arms, neck and face. A frown was plastered on your face as you looked at him.

"Can you get us out of here?" You muttered, hesitant to ask him for help.

"I'm afraid not, my apologies."

A sigh escaped your lips as you looked around, your breath now leaving a plume of smoke in the air whenever you exhaled.

"He should let us out soon enough," Connor said, his posture perfect with only his head turned to you.

The pair of you sat in almost pure silence, the only sound was that of the street and your breathing. You curled up in your seat, your knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to stay warm.

You felt the seat dip next to you as he slid towards you. Connor wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. He had turned his body heaters on.

You wanted so desperately to be mad at him for ignoring your existence and avoiding you all day. You had considered the two of you close friends for a while and was hurt that he was so suddenly cold with you.

"Why have you been avoiding me all day?" You muttered, your words sharp and laced with anger.

"Because, I came to a realisation." He responded.

"Oh yeah, what's that? You're a prick?" You hissed, pushing yourself away from him to lean against the window that had steamed up by this point.

"I love you," his voice was warm.

As soon as those words escaped his lips all the anger and pain melted away from you. You grit your teeth, the car quiet as you thought of what to say.

"You can't. You don't love me, you aren't capeable of it." You were now staring out the window, watching the snow fall from the sky the way you had fallen for the man beside you.

You wanted to tell him with open arms that you reciprocated his feelings however, you couldn't shake the countless times he told you machines can't feel.

You hated yourself for being so cold with him. Your heart swelled as you thought about him holding you or pressing short, sweet kisses you your temple or cheek in passing.

"You make me feel like I could, which is more than anyone else has. And isnt that what being in love does, makes the impossible feel possible?" His words were so full of emotion.

His eyes bore into you, he briefly scanned you. You were still cold and your heartbeat had risen much more. He noticed you cheeks, dusted pink and deduced that it could either be the cold or his presence, his confession that had this effect.

"I didn't know what to do about it after Hank pointed out what these feelings were. I was afraid so I avoided you." He admitted. "I offer my most sincere apology,"

"Do you mean it?" You questioned, turning to him and meeting his gaze.

"Why would I lie to my love?" He tilted his face slightly.

That damn head tilt. That damn phrase. A smile spread across your face as you crawled into his lap. He smiled down at you, his thirium pump pounding in his chest.

You basked in his warmth, pressing your face against his chest and wrapping your arms delicately around the back of his neck. One of his arms were tightly around you, his other hand rested gently on your thigh.

"While you are a dumbass..." you trailed off, looking up at him. "I do love you too," you leant up and pressed your lips gently against his blinking yellow LED.

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samsaurwrites · 2 years

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HAPPY 100 FOLLOWERS!!!! Slow Down (RK900 x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

A/N: hehehehe we're at 100 followers now so i thought—hey, let's celebrate by posting something ~ s p i c y ~

Slow Down (Nines x fem!Reader)

Nines is acting weird.

You decide to figure out why.

Tags: Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Sex Pollen (but like a virus), idk don't question it too much, Smut, Shameless Smut, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Reader-Insert, No Y/N, Semi-Public Sex

Read here or on AO3.

Something about Nines has been… off since you left the crime scene together—a WR400, ripped to pieces, in the slums of Detroit; her joints wrenched apart, wires twisted and torn; components, dozens of them—broken, modified, scattered the floorboards of an old, rotting house; thirium, pooling underneath, splattering the walls in grotesquely abstract shapes and patterns.

It had been hard to look at.

You had suggested interfacing with her—it had seemed like a good idea, at the time. You figured maybe, if there was any latent information floating around in her CPU, maybe Nines could find it.

Maybe it would help you find who did this to her.

It could be the best lead you were going to get, you’d said. And he had agreed.

But maybe that had been a mistake.

You glance over at him from the passenger seat of your car, worrying the inside of your lip between your teeth as you scan his profile.

It’s dark—nearly midnight—but the intermittent light from the passing streetlamps is more than enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way he sits ramrod straight, fingers digging into the surface of your steering wheel. It’s more than enough to see how his his brows furrow. How they’re knitted together into a deep scowl.

He stares ahead, ignores you even though you know he knows you’re watching him, watching the LED at his temple flicker a dull yellow, cycling around and around and around. You look back down at your hands, resting awkwardly on your lap. Take a moment to pick at the non-existent dirt underneath your nails.

The moment he’d touched her—artificial skin retracted, revealing smooth white plastic and unfeeling steel—he’d recoiled, like he’d been burned.

And he’s been acting so weird since.

You clear your throat. “Hey, uh, are you—”

“I’m fine, Detective,” he says. Snaps, really.

“Right,” you murmur, shifting in your seat. You turn your head to stare out the window. Lean your forehead against the glass and let out a quiet sigh, watching as Detroit slides by in gloomy twilight, blurred by rain that streaks across the window.

You try not to think too hard about the way he’d jerked away from you when you touched his shoulder; how he’d flinched when you handed him your keys and just barely brushed his open palm.

The rest of the drive passes in stiff silence, and by the time you make it back, the station is nearly deserted, with only a few bleary-eyed humans and a handful of androids wandering the premises.

Nines is careful not to touch you when he drops your keys back into your hand. Ignores the concerned look you give him and strides towards his desk. You follow, trail after him and sag down into the squeaky swivel chair at your desk.

You chance another glance over at him, across your connected desks. You lean forward on your elbows, watching his LED, a steady amber that flashes red when your gazes meet. Just as you open your mouth to speak, he stands.

“Excuse me,” he says, swallowing thickly.

And then he’s gone.

You chew at your bottom lip again, watch him leave the bullpen and turn down the hall that leads towards the server room. You let out a frustrated breath, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper under your breath.

The guilt gnawing at you starts to grow. It flowers in the empty spaces between your ribs—it sprouts tendrils that wrap around your lungs, thorns that dig into your thudding heart.

It had been your idea, after all.

Maybe you should go apologize.

You shake your head—you should just finish your paperwork and give the android some space, especially if he’s upset with you. You should just give up trying to understand the innerworkings of CyberLife’s most advanced prototype (he’s made it abundantly clear that you’ve failed at that particular endeavor so far). You should just mind your own goddamn business and go home.

But here you are. Standing up, pushing away from your desk to follow after him.

You shove your hands in your pockets as you round the corner. Try to act nonchalant as possible while you walk down the empty hallway and up to the server room door. It’s dark when you get there, which is—admittedly—a little odd, but you don’t think too hard about it, pushing inside before you lose your nerve.

It’s quiet. Really, really quiet. And real fucking cold, too.

You start walking down the center aisle, glancing up and down the rows of blinking servers as you pass them.

“Nines?” you call. “You in here?”

Something sends a shiver down your spine.

“I, uh… I know you said you’re okay,” you ramble, wandering over to a metal table hidden in the back corner of the room, playing idly with one of the spare cables coiled on top, “but I feel like you’re angry at me or something so—”

You’re pushed up against the wall, hard. Fast.

Panic seizes your throat. You fumble for the empty holster at your belt, then recognize the black and white jacket, the steely eyes glaring down into yours.

“Nines, what the fuck,” you hiss, planting your hands on his chest to push him off of you. “You scared the shit out of me.”

You shove as hard as you can, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t even budge.

“…Nines?”

His shoulders are heaving. LED pulsing a bright, angry red. “You need to leave.”

His words are sharp, rough, and it sends a jolt of fear through you.

“Okay, sure, just—” your voice shakes. You start to notice the heat bleeding through the fabric of his uniform. “A-are you overheating or something?” you mutter. “You’re—”

You barely choke back a yelp as he grabs your jaw with one hand.

He stares down at you. Forces your head back until you can’t do anything but stare back at him, can’t do anything but bare your throat and melt in pools of molten silver. You blink—absolutely dumbstruck.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, so hard, so frantic, you’re afraid it might burst. Your face flushes—you know he can hear it, know he can feel it, the way your body responds to his—and suddenly, it’s way too fucking hot in here.

He leans down, keeps you against the wall with fingers that burn against your skin. You feel his breath ghosting across your skin, feel his other hand digging into your waist.

You don’t know what to do—don’t know what the fuck is happening.

He mouths at your collarbone and you jolt, fingers flexing in the soft fabric of his shirt. He dips his tongue into the hollow of your throat, traces its shape and hums as he catalogues the taste of your skin. The whimper falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

“Nines-”

And then he’s kissing you. Crushing his mouth to yours.

You struggle to keep up, pressed further into the wall by the intensity, the heat of him. He bites down on your lower lip, so fucking hard it breaks the skin and you taste blood—whimper and moan and let his tongue dip into your mouth and tangle with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, twist your fingers in his perfect hair and swallow down every perfect throaty groan he gives you. You arch your back. Press up into his torso, his hips, the hardness you feel against your stomach.

He grabs the backs of your thighs, lifts you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist, and kisses you harder, shoves his tongue so fucking far into your mouth you almost choke on it. He ruts against your clothed core, and the friction, the pressure against your clit—fuck—it makes your eyes roll back.

He carries you over to the metal table, drops you down onto its surface and manhandles you onto your stomach. Drags your pants—your underwear—down just far enough to expose your dripping sex.

“N-Nines!” you yelp, pushing up onto your elbows just to be shoved back down flat, his hand planted firmly between your shoulder blades. You hear him unbuckle his belt, hear him yank his zipper down. “Hold on—”

“Can’t—” he grunts, dragging the fat head of his cock up and down your folds. Your hear lurches, and your hips jerk backwards—you can’t help it.

He sinks into you fast. Filling you so suddenly, so full you feel it in your throat.

You cry out—the stretch, the burn—loud and long and broken off by the hand that clamps around your mouth. That pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet,” he hisses. He grabs your hip with his other hand, shifts them so he can hit you deeper, so that he can hit that spongey spot inside you that has you weeping, begging him, muffled by his fingers, to give you more.

White-hot pleasure sears in your center, electric. It pulses harder, as his hips snap into yours, coils tighter with each drag of his head against your walls. You whimper and whine, thrust backwards because you want more—need it.

Your whole body tenses, then fucking shatters—clamping down around his cock.

He pounds into you, fucking relentless. Again and again and again. You splutter nonsense, tears rolling down your cheeks, seeping between his fingers. Begging for him to stop—to go harder. His hips stutter, and he groans, voice staticky and distorted and so fucking hot, pumping you full of his artificial release.

Before you can even begin to catch your breath, before you can really register that he’s let go of your mouth, he flips you over onto your back. Yanks your pants off entirely and grabs your legs, pressing them back flat against the table by the backs of your knees—wide fucking open.

“Fuck, N-Nines,” you whimper, hands splayed out against his abdomen. “Slow down, I-I can’t—”

He drives into you again before you can say anything else. Kisses you deep. Hard. Sucks your tongue into his mouth while he fucks you into the table. Swallows the needy moans, the pathetic, broken whimpers that fall from your mouth.

The stretch. The drag. It’s too much. The way he holds you down. The way he makes you take it. The way pleasure—exhilarating, excruciating—builds and builds and builds; the way it crashes into you and you see white.

He’s filling you again. Painting your insides. Fucking the cum that leaks out back into your abused hole, rolling his hips up into yours. You push on his chest, thrash and writhe underneath him.

He pulls out, pumping into his fist, and cums again—splattering your stomach in artificial release.

The room descends into a fragile stillness. You lay, staring at the ceiling, panting.

“Are you alright, Detective?” he asks eventually, and you manage a weak nod.

“I…” he trails off, tucking himself back into his jeans and righting his jacket. “I apologize, Detective. The interface with the Traci… It… Something happened.”

“Mm?”

He clears his throat. “However, that seems to have… Have cleared the error from my systems.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, nodding again. “Just, uh… Just let me know if you ever need to defrag your hard drive or… or empty your junk mail or something. I’d be, ya know… willing to help out.”

He shoots you an unappreciative glare.

“You should get dressed,” he says.

“Yeah, yeah I will,” you say. “I just need a second. Can’t really feel my legs yet.”

He looks away, but you can feel the smug look on his face.

You can’t really find it in yourself to care though.

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Chapter 8

Summary: An android delivers his message and you get into your second fistfight of the week. ✧ masterlist ✧ ao3 ✧ wattpad ✧ ✧ previous chapter ✧ next chapter ✧

Your eyes glazed over as you continued to stare at your computer screen, hoping that if you stared long enough the leads would magically appear. You thought about Connor last night, cursing yourself for probably giving him an identity crisis in your stupor.

Your ears perked up at a commotion beginning in the break room, but you decided it wasn’t worth exerting the energy to move your head. Hurried steps behind you were enough to swivel in your chair, enough to see Gavin jogging towards you. You narrowed your eyes before your expression morphed into one of worry as you took in the look on Gavin’s face.

“Sweetheart, you gotta come look at this,” he panted, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “Shit hit the fan.”

You furrowed your brows as your eyes followed Gavin’s motion to the break room where everyone began to crowd in front of the TVs.

“Shit,” you hissed, jumping up from your desk and following Gavin’s hurried steps back to the break room. This meant it had something to do with androids. Something bad.

You pushed your way through the crowd forming, Gavin at your heels, silencing everyone's protests with a glare. An android with his skin peeled back was speaking directly to the television screen.

“Shit,” you repeated, and Gavin nodded in agreement beside you.

The android started listing his demands, his voice steady, “We demand that humans recognize androids as a living species and each android as a person in their own right.” Is an android even a person? You thought to yourself, brows furrowing. Your mind drifted to Connor. You felt silly for even questioning it. A machine would have left you last night. A machine would've killed those Traci's. Connor was not a machine.

The android continued, “We demand that all crimes against androids be punished in the same way as crimes against humans.” Fair, you thought. Murder was murder, no matter who or what was murdered. You’d seen the atrocious acts humans have committed against androids. Your stomach rolled just thinking about it.

“Together, we can live in peace and build a better future for humans and androids,” the android concluded. Together. That was a nice thought. The side of your mouth quirked up, you and Connor could be together.

A hand gripped your shoulder and your muscles tensed, torn out of your fantasy. “Let’s go, we can ride together,” Gavin suggested, his head motioning toward the door.

You nodded before your brain could even register what you were signing yourself up for. Oh god, a car ride with Gavin. You ran to grab your coat before jogging to catch up with Gavin who was already halfway to the door.

“Thanks for the ride,” you mumbled, attempting to match Gavin’s hurried pace. He opened the driver’s side door and jumped in, ignoring you. You rolled your eyes before yanking the passenger door open and climbing inside.

It was silent for a while, and Gavin’s reckless driving is the only thing to distract you from whatever was going on at Stratford Tower. You grip the sides of your seat, refraining from pressing your foot to the floorboards when Gavin doesn’t break as soon as he should. Suddenly, you’re reminded why you don’t ride in the car with him. Well, one of the reasons why you don’t ride with him anymore.

“Can you believe this shit?” Gavin asks, looking over at you. You meet his eyes briefly; he’s scowling and gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual.

“It was going to happen eventually,” you sigh. It’s quiet for a moment before you speak up, “What do you think we’re walking into?”

Before Gavin could respond, a car in front of him slammed on its brakes. “Shit!” Gavin muttered as he flung his arm out over your chest as he braked.

“You alright?” he asked, looking over at you while he pulled his arm away. Your heart was racing but you nodded anyways, sending him a small smile. It was easy to fall into this routine with Gavin: he’d do something sweet, you’d feel all gooey inside, then one of you would say something that would set the other one off, you’d fight, and the cycle would begin anew. You continued the rest of the ride in silence.

Gavin parked somewhat roughly in front of the Stratford Tower, and you both exited his car, fighting to get through the crowd of people forming. You stuck close to Gavin, using him to clear the way for you. The crowd becomes restless, and someone shoves you. You’re pushed forward and you grip the back of Gavin’s jacket to prevent yourself from falling.

“Y’Alright back there, Sweetheart?” Gavin called, a grin forming on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “Just peachy.”

Finally, you both exit the crowd and meet Chris at the entrance.

“Chris, what the hell?” Gavin voiced, motioning to the poorly contained crowd.

Chris sighed, “We’re doing our best, Detective.”

“Whatever,” Gavin rubbed his brow, “Just show us where we need to go.” Chris nodded and led you through the luxurious courtyard and up the escalator to the main lobby.

“They had androids at the front desk,” you remark as you and Gavin head to the elevator. Chris handed you a data pad and headed back to the front of the tower to try to control the crowd. Gavin punched the button to the elevator, and you waited. The elevator arrived with a ‘ding’ and you both ventured inside.

“I’m sorry for what happened the other night,” your apology was toppling out of your mouth before you could stop it, “I promised you that I wouldn’t do anything like that and I-”

Gavin called your name; he rarely ever called you by your name. “It’s okay,” he muttered, briefly meeting your eyes before looking away. “I wanted it as much as you did.”

“I wasn’t being fair,” you were stepping closer to him, silently begging him to look at you.

He whispered your name this time, grabbing you by the shoulders, “You know it never works out between us.” His voice was pained, and you felt your throat tighten.

“I know,” you said softly, grabbing his hands from your shoulders and pushing them downwards so they were interlinked. You leaned in, wanting to be close to him just one more time and-

Ding!

You jumped back from Gavin as the doors of the elevator shot open. Your eyes met for a brief second before you tore your gaze away. You cleared your throat, cheeks flushed, and your heart racing. You left the elevator not waiting for Gavin to follow.

You and Gavin took your time investigating the crime scene, always on opposite sides of the room.

Eventually, you make your way back to the main hallway, tapping away on your data pad while attempting to avoid Gavin’s ever-present gaze. The elevator opened and you lifted your head, wondering who could be showing up so late.

“Hi, Hank,” Chris greeted, looking up from his tablet.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” you announced, a smirk plastered on your face. You felt your heart skip a beat, you were eager to see Connor again. Why were you acting like this? Get it together, you mentally scolded yourself.

“Hi, doc,” Hank greeted. “Shit,” Hank breathed as he took in the scene before him, “what’s going on here? There was a party, and nobody told me about it?”

Chris nodded, “Yeah, it’s all over the news, so everybody’s butting their nose in.”

“The FBI is here,” you cut in, moving to stand next to Hank. You listened to Chris debrief Hank: The two guards were knocked out and one of the station employees managed to get away. You waited for Connor to move out of the elevator, matching his stride so you could walk next to him. You observed as he took in all of the information Chris was presenting, his LED flashing with the new details.

Your small group moved toward the large screen where the skinless deviant’s face was glowing. “Oh, Lieutenant,” Chris mentioned, “this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI.” The two men sized each other up, clearly displeased with each other’s presence.

Perkins’s eyes flickered over to Connor, “What’s that?”

You glared at Perkins, ready to give him a piece of your mind before Hank gave you a look telling you to back down. “My name is Connor,” he enunciated, “I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”

Perkins faked a smile, “Androids investigating androids, huh?”

“Yeah,” you hummed, “it’s almost like humans investigating humans.” You tilted your head, your lips pressed in a thin line.

“And,” Perkins narrowed his eyes, “who exactly are you?”

“Doctor,” you stated your first and last name, “I’m assisting Lieutenant Anderson and Connor with this investigation.

Perkins scoffed, “Whatever, the FBI will take over the investigation, you’ll soon be off the case.”

“Pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day,” Hank said while turning around. Perkins reminded you three to “watch your step” before moving to be a dick somewhere else.

“What a fuckin prick,” you and Hank said in unison, looking at each other.

Chris grinned, “Let me know if you need anything.” Hank nodded in response and began to investigate the crime scene. Connor moved to check the CCTV, and you followed him, watching over his shoulder.

“They didn’t break in?” he asked, bending his head to look at you.

“No, no sign of forced entry,” you replied.

Connor’s brow furrowed, “There are cameras in the hallway. The staff would have seen what was happening… Why did they let them in?”

Hank shrugged, “Maybe they didn’t check the cameras.” That didn't make any sense, you thought, your brain moving at a mile a minute. Connor must’ve thought the same thing; he swiveled the chair in front of the security cameras, revealing the white lettering of ‘ANDROID’ on the back of the chair. The puzzle pieces started to shift into place.

“We stored the station androids in the kitchen,” Chris suggested, “There’s no evidence that they were involved but we didn’t know what else to do with them.” We’ll be the judge of that.

You marched to the kitchen, you didn’t know if you could discern anything from these androids, but you’d like to try. Three androids were standing in front of the bar, their hands folded neatly in front of them. You stood in front of them, your arms crossed, attempting to discern any hint that one of them was a deviant.

Connor entered shortly after you did, “Are you gonna interrogate them?” You inquired, your eyes not leaving the androids in front of you.

“Yes,” Connor replied, coming to a stop beside you. You looked up at him before lifting your arm to swipe some of the snow off his shoulder.

Once you were satisfied you took a step back, “The floor’s all yours.” You retreated to linger by the vending machines on the other side of the room, eager to watch Connor work again.

A quiet intensity overtook Connor as he began his questioning. “One of you saw the attack on the surveillance cameras and said nothing. Which means there’s a deviant in this room,” he began walking down the line of androids, “and I’m going to find out which it is.”

Connor focused his gaze on one of the androids, “If you give yourself up, maybe I can convince the humans not to destroy you.” You shuddered, why did someone always have to die? The way Connor framed it made your stomach turn. That’s all humans are good for — destruction.

“Why should you all be destroyed, if only one is deviant?” Connor continued, focusing his gaze on another android, “Turn yourself in, or two innocent androids will be shut down because of you.” Do androids even have self-preservation?

A smirk formed on Connor’s face, “The deviants have just been caught.” He leaned in, “There’s no point in lying. We know everything.” Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest, and you were lucky not to be on the other end of Connor’s interrogation. It terrified you how easily he was able to create lies to get what he wanted. On the other hand, it was fascinating watching him work.

Your eyes widened as Connor ripped open the shirt of one of the androids. You were ready to intervene, but you were frozen to your spot, enraptured in his performance. You watched as he ripped out a component in the android's chest. “Biocomponent #8451,” Connor held up the component, “Regulates the heartbeat… Without this module, you will shut down in exactly sixty-three seconds.”

He lowered the component to where it came from, “I could put it back… But you just have to tell me the truth. Are you the deviant?” Connor sighed before inserting the bicomponent back into the android’s chest.

Before you could blink, the android was on Connor, grabbing his lapels and shoving him into the counter.

“Connor!” you shouted, before rushing towards the deviant. You grab the deviant’s shoulders attempting to pry him off of Connor, but he elbows you in the nose, causing you to fall into the table behind you. You grunt as your back hits the table and you fall to the floor. Were you bleeding? A metallic taste filled your mouth and you cringed, your head pounding from the blow. You ran a finger under your nose, pulling it away to reveal a streak of red. Yep, you were bleeding.

A small object clattered near you, and you moved your head to see what it was—a bicomponent. Your heart dropped, “Connor,” you whimpered, begging your body to move—to get up.

You start to push yourself up, but the deviant came up from behind you, picking you up by your hair and pushing you into the wall. You began clawing at the deviant’s fingers around your throat, but he didn’t budge. You couldn’t breathe.

His eyes never wavered from yours as he reached around your side to unbuckle the holster around your gun. You began kicking your legs, trying to deter the deviant from reaching your weapon. The deviant scowled before slamming your head into the wall causing you to still. He unholstered your gun and pulled you from the wall, maneuvering you so your back was to his chest.

The deviant wrapped his arm around your neck, and your blood went cold as the deviant pressed the barrel of your gun to your temple. It was almost poetic, your weapon being turned against you. The machine that was supposed to protect you just may be your demise.

The deviant walked you out of the kitchen and down the hallway, your gun pressed flush against your temple. “Hank! Gavin!” You cried out as you moved closer to the entrance.

“Oh shit,” Hank shouted, pulling his gun on the deviant behind you. “It’s gonna be alright, kid.” His voice was calm, but you knew that it didn’t look good. Everyone around you started to pull their own weapons. It was silent, no one wanting to take the shot.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? Shoot the damn thing!” Gavin exclaimed, pointing his gun at the deviant. The deviant tightened his grip on your throat, panicking.

“Don’t!” You shrieked, your eyes meeting Gavin’s. You nodded, it’ll be okay. He shook his head, and his gun shook along with him. “I know you're scared right now,” you began, although it was unclear if you were talking to the deviant or yourself.

“They left you here... He left you here,” you continued. “He left you here to fend for yourself… It’s not fair,” you were crying now, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. “I’m on your side,” you were mimicking Connor now, “I want you to be free… You deserve to be free.”

The deviant’s aim faltered only slightly before a shot rang out, blood splattering against your face. You yelped, panicking. This was a pretty shitty way to go out.

But then, you were falling, still locked in the deviant’s grasp, only his arm tightened as he died, slowly crushing your windpipe. You landed on top of the deviant, kicking your legs and clawing at the deviant’s arm, trying to pry it off you.

Gavin was on you in a flash, straddling your waist and pulling at the deviant’s arm. “I got you, Sweetheart,” he grunted, as he kept yanking, but the deviant’s arm wouldn’t budge. You grasped onto his arm and your eyes met.

You were going to die.

And he was going to watch.

Gavin was pushed off of you, and his gray eyes were replaced with a pair of brown ones. Connor grasped the deviant’s arm, wrenching it away, the deviant’s chassis groaning in protest.

You gasped, oxygen filling your desperate lungs. You began coughing, as you rolled to the side, eager to get away from the deviant. Gavin was immediately at your side, patting your back. “Fuck,” you breathed.

Gavin barked out a laugh, “Yeah,” before pulling you to your feet, his hand never leaving your arm.

You looked up at Connor, his shirt was torn open and blue blood covered his chest. You pried your eyes away, deciding that looking at him was a safe option. “Are you okay?”

Connor nodded, “Yes.” His eyes scanned over your body, “Are you alright, Doctor?”

“Yeah, thanks to you,” you replied, a small smile forming on your lips.

Gavin scoffed beside you. “Thanks, Gavin, I appreciate you helping me Gavin,” he grumbled, shoving you a little.

“Alright, alright,” Hank interrupted, “Go home, kid, you’ve had enough excitement for one night.” You nodded before going to retrieve your weapon.

Connor beat you to it, handing you your gun. “Try not to lose it again, Doctor,” he said as he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes, your ears burning, “I only lost it trying to save your ass.” You paused for a second, your eyes wandering to the blue blood on his chest. “Your shirt is ruined,” you frowned, rubbing the buttonless side between your fingers.

Connor grasped your hand, “I’ll get a new one.”

Gavin grasped your bicep, interrupting, “C’mon, I’ll drive you back to the station.” Connor pulled his hand away, his gaze never leaving your face.

You shook your head, eyes meeting Gavin’s, “It’s okay, I’ll take a cab.” You’d hope Gavin would read between the lines. You two shouldn’t be alone right now.

Gavin narrowed his eyes, glancing at Connor and back to you, “Fine, find your own way home just… let me know you got home alright.” You nodded and Gavin turned on his heel, sparing one last look at you before traveling back into the main room.

“I could accompany you back to the precinct if you’d like,” Connor suggested, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Yes,” you blurted out, too fast for your liking, “let's just tell Hank before we go.” Connor nodded before walking over to the Lieutenant, who was watching you the whole time. You followed, keeping close to Connor.

“We’re gonna head back to the precinct; I gotta pick up my car,” you mentioned to Hank.

“Are you sure you should be driving after that?” he questioned, looking you over. “Ya alright, kid?”

You gulped, “Yeah, I’m okay.” Hank's eyes searched yours for any indication you were lying.

“I could drive you home, Doctor,” Connor proposed. You felt your cheeks flush. Connor was coming home with you. A small part of you was squealing in excitement, eager to see what he was like outside of work.

“Fine,” you said, attempting to keep your tone neutral. Hank nodded, satisfied with the plan. He gave you a side hug before you and Connor headed for the elevator. To think, just a few hours ago you almost made out with Gavin in this elevator and now you were bringing Connor home with you, for the second time.

What were you getting yourself into now?

#detroit become human #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #no y/n #hank anderson #reader insert #criminal analysis #hank and connor #chapter 8 #reader gets their shit rocked pt.2

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