#dbh connor x f!reader

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✦「Connor (RK800) x Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Connor (RK800 Android)

ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ║Detroit: Become Human

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║13,323

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ. ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ.❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Knock, Knock, sunshine. Open the f*cking door."

It was eerie, nerve-wracking, almost as the two males only detected stillness after the brash knocking. Connor swayed his head to the left to glance at his partner, but the older male solely stood there unbothered.

A few more minutes of silence before the ash-colored double doors to the suite were ripped apart to reveal the owner of the expensive penthouse.

To the android's surprise, it was a young-looking female standing in the middle, one hand clasping the door so hard your nails left markings into the rubber lining and the other clutching the neck of a liquor bottle.

Your frame was hunched over slightly as you glared up at the males with furiously burning (e/c) orbs. The sleeves of your white tank top feel down your shoulders and rest on your biceps, sagging the shirt and creating a larger dip of your cleavage.

Black shorts that stopped just at the start of your thighs covered your bottom. It was loose around your waist, the hem of your underwear visible above your hip bones.

"Hank." Your voice came out like a hiss while your fingers tightened their hold on the rum bottle in your dominant hand, white brandishing your knuckles. "What the f*ck are you doing here so f*cking late!?"

The gruff-looking man rolled his grey optics and set a hand on Connor's back to attract your awareness to him. And indeed, did you begin to notice the younger male. Connor could tell by the way your eyes darted across his body.

You had turned your attention to him, noting the fresh style of his dark brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. He looked fairly young with a mild to bland expression, possibly in his early twenties.

He was wearing a semi-formal grey jacket with a white undershirt, dark tie, and dark black jeans. The left side of his coat, however, was ripped and riddled with bullet holes and blue blood splatter.

Connor could tell your interest in him was suddenly shot down when you noticed the blue blood and the glowing identification marker on his coat that only androids wore.

"You...of all people brought me a f*ckin' android in the middle of the night!?" You screeched, your face burning as more and more of your rage bubbled to the surface.

The android examined your frame closely, analyzing your bodily levels, and found your stress levels rising considerably. Now you were at least at a 45% stress level.

A considerably large percentage from merely recognizing that he was an android brought over by lieutenant Hank.

"You think I wanted to!? He got assigned to be a stick up my a**, and I-" The grey-haired man let out an irritated sigh and massaged his temples.

"Listen. It's late, I'm tired, and I just want to sleep, but I have to take this f*ckin' tin can to you to get fixed. Somebody named Amanda told me to take him to see you." Hank responded and punched the androids back.

Connor's brows rose for a second, his interest growing from Hank's sentence. You had to have been special to be recommended by Amanda.

Your right eye could be seen twitching as the android's LED blinked an aureolin hue a few times before returning to its usual cerulean color. And before the male was your information.

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Name: (Y/n) (Middle Name(s)) (L/n)

Age: (age 24)

Race: (Ethnicity)

Marital Status: (Single)

Occupation: Cyberlife Android and Deviant Repairman

Extra Info:

(Y/n) (L/n) was once a renowned inventor but due to an unfortunate accident became a raging drunk who denounced her position as Cyberlife's main inventor to Cyberlife's shadow, their repairman who fixed broken androids and reverted Deviants back to a stable software while also reinstating a masters programming.

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Connor swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he ingested the information that was displayed before him. The machinery in his head began to whirr as he thought of what to do at that moment.

✕┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

△┇LET HANK INTRODUCE YOU

☐ ┇...................

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✕ ┇INTRODUCE YOURSELF

The male's lips twitched upwards into a quirky smile as he stuck out his hand. "My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." He voiced out, leading Hank to groan and remove his hand from the robot's back.

"I don't care." You responded bluntly and crossed your arms underneath your chest, ignoring the android's handshake.

"He says that...a lot." The male uttered his words with clear irritation and exhaustion before turning back to face you. "I'll be back tomorrow night to pick his a** back up. Just fix him and do your sh*t. And this time...try not to leave them broken beyond recognition."

You opened your mouth to respond back with an insult, but the lieutenant swiftly escaped down the hall and stepped into the elevator.

He disappeared without another word leaving you and the android alone. Connor gave you another small awkward smile while bringing his hand back down and turning his attention to the rum bottle.

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Brand: Legacy By Angostura

Price: $25,000

Alcohol Percentage: 40%

Extra info:

They're offering 20 limited edition 500 ml flacons of their most exquisite blends of rum. The Legacy by Angostura was fully hand-produced in Trinidad through a painstaking process that lasted for more than 6 years. It was brewed using a seven-column continuous still, chill-filtered, and then aged in a 200 liter America oak cask.

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"Excellent brand; isn't it quite expensive?" He sought. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed at his frame while you squeezed the neck of the half-empty bottle.

"Get the f*ck in." You cursed to him and moved aside in your penthouse. The male nodded his head and stepped in, his leg slightly jerking as his knees locked in.

"You not only have your shoulder f*cked up but also both your legs. How simple-minded of an android are!?" You questioned before hurling the door shut and fastening the multiple locks over it.

Connor turned his head, examining the multiple unneeded locks that made you appear to be a paranoid individual.

"Not quite that dull. I'm an advanced prototype for criminal investigation." He replied in a voice that sounded a bit loud and neutral, most likely from his robotic vocal box.

"An advanced prototype? What the f*ck is Amanda them thinking?" You acknowledged and walked past the android, leading him through the foyer and down the hall to the left.

"I...am not quite sure." He replied, compelling you to grimace and bring the alcohol to your lips, downing a large swig before guiding it back down by your hips.

Silence followed as you led him to a large room with android components and gadgets lying about, decorating tables and shelves.

In the middle of the room was a large silver table with large machines and bright lights hovering above it. "Lay down." You muttered and slammed the rum bottle on one of your work desks.

The brown-haired male awkwardly shifted his legs before crawling on top of the silver slab as blinding light from above shined into his optics.

Connor turned his head to glance at you, who was staring down at a few tools. Once again, his LED blinked aureolin before returning back to its original stable color.

Level of intemperance: .23

"Are you certain you're qualified to fix me being so highly intoxicated?" He asked while tilting his head to the side.

You hurled a wrench down onto the metal table and swallowed the saliva in your mouth strenuously, your eyes glaring down at the floor.

"Will you shut the h*ll up!? I know what I'm doing! I've been doing it for years!"

The android didn't say anything as he observed your frame. "Ms. (L/n), you do not seem to be in the best of moods on this night." He responded.

Your right eye twitched before you took another shot from the bottle. "I didn't think an android would be dropped off at my doorstep in the middle of the night." You uttered under your breath and turned back over to him.

"And how do you know my name-Oh, you were scanning me earlier, weren't you?"

Connor nodded his head on the table. "Yes, you looked quite laid-back in your ID photo."

Your left eye began twitching again. "You're saying I don't look laid-back right now!?" You exclaimed, yielding the android to shake his head frantically.

"N-No! I was just attempting to make small talk." He spoke modestly, although there was a hint of nervousness.

You raised an eyebrow at his words but didn't speak as you rolled up the bottom of his pants to his knees and assessed the damages.

"How the f*ck did you manage to do this?!" You demanded and poked the large dents in the areas.

The android gave you a quirky smile. "I was hit by a car."

You whipped your head to face his, your eyes narrowing as your hands tightened on the wrench.

"OK..." He suddenly voiced out. "Multiple cars."

Connor watched your expression, observing it stay this blank expression before your lips twitched upwards and your chest puffed out.

Quickly you turned your head away and covered your mouth, muffling that laugh that wanted to leave your lips.

The most advanced prototype so far in society cocked his head to the side and observed your actions curiously.

He was interested as to why the human in front of him found his words amusing. Especially after the hostility you have been showing him and Hank since their arrival.

Was human emotion able to switch so quickly like that? Or maybe it was just the alcohol that clogged your mind; after all, your intoxication levels were rather high.

"I've worked on many, and I mean numerous androids, especially deviant androids, and they have never once told me something so humorous with such a straight face." You mused before leaning back over to his busted knees.

"Well...I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ms. (L/n). You appeared as though you needed a laugh." He responded while staring at you, his LED glowing a soft azure hue.

"How clever." You hummed and began removing the broken plates from his shins. "You seem to be very entertaining for an advanced android."

Again you received another quirky, cute smile on his face that caused heat to rush to your cheeks. You turned away and placed a hand in front of your profile, blocking your embarrassed face from his view.

However, with the male's superhuman biometric optics, he could see past the skin, muscle, and blood of your hand to witness the sudden shy expression.

You could see Connors's leg twitching, prompting you to turn and look up at his delicately freckled face. His pretty brown eyes were shimmering like they were actually alive and made you swallow the saliva in your throat.

"You need to stop distracting me or this is going to take all night, android." You told the male in a calmer tone, not so violent and abrasive as before.

✕┇LISTEN TO HER ORDERS

△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

☐┇MAKE LIGHT CONVERSATION

❍┇INSIST ON HELPING HER

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△┇CONTINUE TO TEASE HER

"I don't think I'm being very distracting just laying here on the table as you take apart my legs. If it is as you say, I can be distracting...If you would like it that way."

The android watched your eyes widen from his words before once again turning your head away to hide a fairly bright blush. "Stupid android and his smooth tongue. Are you sure you are not deviant?" You whispered under your breath, but the male could hear with that biometric hearing system of his.

A soft but almost melodic laugh left his lips, causing you to face the male and stare down at his beautiful features. His silky skin and delicate freckles. His plump lips and glimmering brown orbs. The slightly aged wrinkles on his forehead, as well as the cute curls of his hair.

Slowly you put the wrench down and leaned back in your chair. Connor watched as you changed your attention to the hallway and began staring, your eyes becoming distant and glossy.

︿ 52% level of stress

Your stress level was suddenly rising once again, out of the blue, no less. His eyebrows knitted together while he thought of the reason, but there was nothing he could pinpoint out.

Human emotions seemed so very flimsy.

"Ms. (L/n)."

Your eyelids blinked quickly for a few moments before turning your attention back to the male. "Oh, I got distracted. Today is...a very hard day for me. It's an anniversary, but it's hard to enjoy it when that person is not here." You replied, causing the android to nod his head.

The mood became very somber and quiet as you finished your work on both his legs. Fixing and replacing the damaged plates and caps. Connor didn't say anything, just quietly lying on the slab, watching your face focus on his lower limbs.

A couple of hours passed by, close to midnight by now, when it was time to move on to his last injuries. The bullet wounds riddled the left side of his upper body.

"Okay, Connor."

The android's LED flickered a light burgundy shade for a second before returning to cerulean when he heard his name leave your lips.

"Yes, Ms. (L/n)?"

You wiped the oil off of your hands with a rag before scooting over closer to his upper body. "I'm done with your legs, so we need to do your chest now. I need you to take off your coat and undershirt so I can get to the wounds."

The male nodded his head and sat up to take off the clothing items. He awkwardly shimmied out of the left side of the coat before doing the same with the shirt, folding them nicely and placing it on the rolling stand by the slab.

When he laid back on the table, he turned his attention to you and saw that your bashful expression had expanded.

You were gawking at his torso, taking in the appearance of his muscular frame that was splattered with thirium 310, their deep dark blue fluid that circulates energy and electrical information throughout the android's body and bio components.

For some reason, Connor was feeling a bit warm despite his cooling system working perfectly fine.

Like a tingling sensation all under his skin that was driving him mad, as if his body was real as if his body was alive; it felt almost human the way his mechanical body was sensing.

"Cyberlife really-" You coughed and turned away to get some different tools. "-Put some thought and work into your model. I don't understand why your physique needs are better than most human men's."

Connor just laughed that angelic laugh of his and turned to face the back of your body. "They made me physically able to swiftly traverse difficult terrain, as well as combative techniques. Another android who would have undergone through what I had tonight would have been demolished."

You turned around with the needed equipment and placed it on a stand next to the table. "The most advanced prototype in the world, they say. How interesting, I've never seen anything like this." You mumbled and took your seat; however, you raised the height of your chair so you could reach over.

No more words were exchanged as you got to work again on his last wound, pulling out the bullets and fixing the ruined fibers of his insides.

Connor mindlessly thought to himself while he paid attention to his system levels. Slowly but surely, he was coming closer to 100%, faster than he expected. Faster than anyone else he had met at Cyberlife could do.

The male turned his head to glance at you, examining how intensely you were focusing on fixing him. But as much as he found himself enjoying the view of your face, his attention was being drawn to your breast under the thin shirt.

There was no bra, no support to secure it in place or hide the hard nipples that poked through the flimsy fabric. The android has seen plenty of his share before, from both the internet and from Eden Club.

But for some reason, because it was you and you only, his software was beginning to feel quite unstable.

╳┇LOOK AWAY

△┇INFORM HER OF HER INDECENCY

▢ ┇CHANGE THE TOPIC

◯┇STARE

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◯┇STARE

His gloriously gleaming brown orbs couldn't help themselves as he stared at the breast that had entranced him. Soft flush skin that peeked out from the low tank top, made him tempted to reach out and grasp them.

The curiosity was getting to him, for he wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And most importantly, he wanted to see that face of yours twisted with...this pleasure and delight that he was the cause of. Connor and only him were bringing about the burning passion under your human surface.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

He blinked his eyelids quickly, the message displaying across his vision, driving him a sense of agitation. An almost human emotion that made him knit his brows together in thought. The LED blinking aureolin, then burgundy.

"Is something wrong?"

At the sound of your voice filling his robotic auditory system, his face relaxed, and a quirky smile displayed on his lips. The LED returns to a soft azure hue.

"No, everything is ok. Everything is great, in fact."

You couldn't help but snicker at the male's response and lean back, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand. "Whoever it was, they really did a number on you. I've seen androids not as badly f*cked up and yet they're completely unable to be repaired. You are quite the work."

Connor's quirky grin grew. "Well, what can I say? The most advanced android Cyberlife has to offer."

Laughing to yourself under your breath, you moved on to the last thing you needed to do to complete his repair. Repairing the damaged plates, putting new ones in, and just to be safe, you were adding new material to it, so his plastic armor was harder to pierce.

Your eyelids suddenly began to drop, and your vision grew blurry. "Oh, f*ck." You grumbled and leaned away from his body. A pounding headache was beginning to form, provoking you to groan.

"I'll be right back; I need some water. Don't touch anything."

Sluggishly you had gotten up and left without another word, leaving RK800 alone in your workroom. Casually he sat up and looked around the place.

The room smelled of oil, thirium, and alcohol. It was strong, and the android was sure you were beginning to feel the state of your intoxication.

A sudden sound of glass breaking and a loud thud rang through his ears, yielding him to react without thinking. He leaped off of the gray sleek slab and made his way down the hallway.

"Ms. (L/n)? Are you alright?"

He heard the sound of something muffled before a quiet yes was detected. Even though he had confirmation, he knew better than to leave before fully investigating a scene.

Connor stepped farther down the hallway before he arrived at what he assumed was the kitchen. You were on your knees, cradling your left hand that had glass impeding in the skin. Broken glass in front of you and covering the tiled floor.

Blood could be seen seeping out of the wound and dripping down your wrist, but you didn't seem any bit fazed. Just gazing out at the nothingness in front of you while squeezing what looked like a crumpled picture.

He could hardly make out the image, but from what he could see, it was a picture of you dressed up with your hair and make-up done. Somebodies arm was around your waist, though any more of the other person was unidentifiable.

"Ms. (L/n). Your wound will get infected if you don't clean it." The android called out, whereas you didn't respond. Just staring off, dazed.

Level of intemperance: .23

Your levels of intoxication had yet to change, oddly stable, but it should have been low enough for you to at least converse.

"I need air." You suddenly mumbled, pushing past the still half-undressed android and sluggishly padding over to the wall of windows where you slid open the glass door.

Immediately cool air blew past your frames, spreading the metallic smell of your blood all through the area. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to the glass railing.

Your penthouse was so very high, close to touching the clouds, which gave you the best view of the glimmering city. You took another deep breath, expanding your lungs and abdomen with fresh air.

"The air smells better up here, like it's crisp and fresh."

RK800 raised an eyebrow before making his way over to your frame. "Air is just nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide, neon, helium, krypton, hydrogen, and xenon. They don't particularly have a strong smell like what you say."

Slowly you turned around, and Connor expected you to snap at him, but instead, you looked at him with such a longing look that he could almost see an ocean of pain in your (e/c) orbs.

That expression on your face looked as if you were yearning for something you could never attain. As if it was something completely out of your grasp.

His mechanical brain began to whirr. What could be having this distress? You clearly had all the wealth needed to obtain whatever it was, so it wasn't about money. You had connections, and you were well-known, so what could it be?

And why was he so puzzled by your concerns? He knew his system had already been becoming quite unstable for quite a while as he worked side by side with lieutenant Hank. He was feeling.

He felt more alive than before and was enjoying the simple acts of partaking in his mind's sudden request to experience things. But the more he did, the more his software instability rose, and that scared him.

﹀ 27% level of stress

He suddenly zoned back in when he realized he unconsciously scanned you. Your stress levels had suddenly decreased considerably over the course of a few minutes.

You appeared more somber than anything as you gazed at him with that same look. And that look felt as if they were burning holes through his mechanical body.

"Ms. (L/n), please let me clean and dress your wound. There are still pieces of glass embedded in your skin."

"Is there?" You responded to him with not much concern. "I couldn't even tell."

Carelessly you turned around to sit on one of the lounging chairs and gaze out at the entrancing lights. Your injured arm hung off the side as you tossed the scrunched-up photo over the edge of the railing.

"I'll be right back." The android stated before leaving the terrace and heading back inside. He scanned the room, finding the right materials he needed.

Surprisingly the male began to feel exposed, being only in his black slacks. He was unable to wear his undershirt or jacket due to the whole right side being ripped and tattered.

Was this embarrassment? Shame? Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.

The male made his way back to the terrace and noticed that you had drifted off to sleep. Your breathing was evening, and your brain activity had calmed.

A sigh left his plump lips as he sat on the edge of the lounge chair and carefully grasped your injured arm. He picked out the piece of glass before wiping the blood that trailed down your forearm.

You stirred slightly but didn't move from your slumber. Lastly, the android placed antibiotic cream in the cuts before wrapping them in the bandages.

When all was done, he placed the rag and bandages on the ground as he observed your features. Your (pale/tan/brown) skin glowed a blue hue from the lights outside on your terrace.

His biometric optics took in the sight of your soft skin and memorized every blemish, scar, and marking that he could visibly see.

The android's attention was drawn everywhere on your body. Your arms, legs, thighs, stomach, and definitely your chest had his eyes all over.

He couldn't help but observe your human body; it all was so interesting to him. How could your breast greatly take his attention?

It was just a part of your body but it was as if he couldn't help but be drawn to the potential softness of them.

RK800 swallowed thickly, feelings his fingers twitching from almost unconsciously grasping them out of his pure curiosity.

Connor's gaze traveled to your face so he could stop those inappropriate thoughts that began to cloud his mind again. Any longer, and a software instability notification might have popped across his vision.

Your eyelids closed, your lashes grazing your cheeks that were dusted with color from what he assumed was the alcohol and chilly wind.

It was then that he looked down at your lips. (pink/brown) and flushed with health. The male leaned closer, wanting to capture the very image of your sleeping frame exactly the way it was.

Unconsciously his right hand had risen, and his thumb ghosted over your lips that felt warm under his synthetic skin.

His action caused you to stir, and this time your eyelids fluttered open. Your vision was blurry but quickly grew clear as you the male's face right in front of yours.

He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your cool face. No words were exchanged as the two of you just gazed into the other's glimmering orbs before lowering to your lips.

╳┇PULL AWAY

△┇KISS HER

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──────━━━

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He was too slow to make a decision, distracted at the moment before his concentration broke when you looked away. You shifted uncomfortably before placing your fingers against his warm chest and pushing him back.

"I need to finish with your repair." You blurted out before clearing your throat and getting up from your lying position.

"You're...You're right." He mumbled before following you back to the repair room. It still smelled of oil and alcohol, and you seemed to clearly be displeased by the smell.

You grabbed the expensive bottle of rum and tossed it in your sink, uncaring if it broke or shattered. "No more distractions, okay, Connor?"

His Thirium pump (which is an android synthetic heart) seemed to pound loudly, skipping a beat with his auditory system picked up on your voice saying his name.

He swallowed thickly again and laid himself back down on the sleek gray tab. The android was growing impatient with these growing feelings that made him too human.

RK800 was designed to capture deviants who deviate from their programmed behavior. He was supposed to be the most humane android in the world but nonetheless remain an android.

But was that going to be his downfall due to his growing curiosity?

Connor blinked when he felt your warm hands on his chest again. You were on his skin with a softer touch, feather-like almost, that was a far contrast to your rough handling when you were much angrier earlier that night.

If your touch just felt like that on his chest, how would it feel if it was in other places on his mechanical body?

Again your face was near his from having to lean over his chiseled body. Your contraction was on his skin, unwavering as you repaired him speedily but gently.

"And...that should do it."

You pulled back and turned around, placing the extra plastic pieces on the surface and wiping your fingers.

"Ms. (L/n)."

"Yes, Connor?"

~Thump~

~Thump~

"You missed a spot right here."

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "Where?"

"Right here, on my collarbone."

Furrowing your brows, you leaned over to get a closer look at what you had overlooked and left unrepaired.

Your face was once again close to his.

╳┇KISS HER

△┇KISS HER

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╳┇KISS HER

One of Connor's arms snaked around your waist while the other came up behind your head. He lifted slightly off the table as he pushed your head down so your mouths could connect.

The feeling of your warm lips against his synthetic one had shot electricity all throughout his body. The beat of his thirium pump accelerated, the blue blood within his system flushing all through his body and feeling as though he was swelling.

Connor's hold on your body tightened, pushing you harder against it as he found your lips moving, responding to him almost just as eagerly.

RK800 had never kissed another person before, regardless if they were human or android. He was a bit clumsy at first, but he quickly got the hang of it.

The male was not only made to catch deviants but to learn from his mistakes and correct them. What made Connor so different from any other android was the fact that he could learn.

He could change.

It was what made him so scary but charming. An android that could be more human than humans themselves.

Connor could taste you from the saliva on his lips and when your tongues intertwined. It was sweet, mostly from the alcohol, but also he detected sugary candy.

He didn't know you had such a sweet tooth.

This taste was like a delicacy, something he found himself wanting to indulge in more.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Words of worry flashed across his vision, but this time he ignored it fully. His sole mind was focused on you and only you. Without breaking the kiss Connor sat up on the table, pressing your body in between his legs while his grasp only grew tighter on your body.

Your hands found their way around his neck, the tips of your fingers twiddling his soft brown locks that felt so real. "Mm, Connor~."

His name had never sounded so good before.

The android pulled away from your lips, observing your flushed face with your panting chest. Your eyes were half-lidded in lust and passion. Your cheeks were dusted in color, with your lips appearing slightly swollen.

Saliva drooled down the corner of your lips, but you were too distracted to wipe it clean. Connor, who sat higher than you, looked down at your frame with the same passion-filled gaze.

His thin nimble fingers entangled themselves within your locks as he leaned in close again. He didn't let your lips connect, just close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

"Say my name again." He muttered in a low sultry tone.

You were so close to his body that you could feel it rumble as he spoke. Slowly you lowered your hands to press against his pectorals, feeling the thumping of his synthetic heart underneath his frame.

It was erratic, missing beats and pumping at a rapid pace. This android, the most advanced prototype, was excited with what could only be human emotions.

Lust.

"Say my name again, please."

Your (e/c) flickered up to gaze at his face. A bit of desperation displaying by his furrowed brows and parted lips. The sight of this delectable android and his just as delicious voice made your mind hazy and a heat to grow in your lower region.

"Do you like it when I say your name, Connor~?"

His tongue swept his bottom lip as you felt the beating of his heart increase. His chocolate brown orbs glimmered more with life, with desire.

"I'm drawn to you saying it, (Y/n). I just want to hear you say it over and over again." He confessed before dropping his face to the crook of your neck.

Connor liked it when you said his name and you couldn't deny hearing his robotic voice sound more human, more passionate while saying your own voice was an arousing action.

The android inhaled your scent deeply, body scrub and lotion could be detected, but your natural smell was just as alluring. His left hand that was entangled in your hair pulled it to the side to allow for him to explore more of your throat.

His lips pressed against your skin, simple wet kisses all over your skin before he opened his mouth and licked your skin. His tongue felt so human as well; soft and wet.

"I want to hear you say it again. Can you do that for me?"

He spoke his words against your skin, causing you to shiver in your spot. You swallowed thickly before nodding your head and making eye contact with chocolate orbs.

The android pulled back and licked his lips.

"Say it then. Say it again, and this time don't stop."

His words, his voice, it all was making your lower body throb with need. Tingling in a desperate manner that had you clenching around nothing.

"Connor, kiss me. Please kiss me again, Connor."

The male placed a kiss against your jawline before bringing your head back to his, letting his lips just graze yours.

"Connor."

He hummed with a devious smirk on his freckled face. "Yes, (Y/n)?" He asked, his right hand drawing soothing circles on your exposed waist.

"I said kiss me. Not give me that p*ssy shit."

Your words caused the male to laugh in his throat. "You have such a vulgar tongue." He mused, his lips grazing yours again before he finally kissed back just the way you wanted.

His lips moving against yours desperately, his tongue dancing with yours erotically. It was so f*cking delicious you couldn't help but get wet by this gorgeous android.

His appearance was pleasing to the eye, his voice starting to become more melodic the more he spoke, and his mouth getting more experienced the longer he kissed you.

Desperate, greedy, and almost frantic could explain how his lips moved against your own. Your hands couldn't help but run down his chiseled chest.

Your fingertips (or fingernails) touched the solid 'muscle' around his ribs before stopping at his abs. They were hard and firm, and not an ounce of 'fat' was designed on his perfectly sculpted body.

Everything about RK800, AKA Connor, was just perfect. So perfect it hurt.

Slowly you pulled away from Connor and pressed your mouth to his chest. He smelt of expensive cologne mixed with alcohol.

Wet kisses were made in between his chest before you trailed them down to his abs. You couldn't help yourself; your head was full of all the naughty things you wanted to do, the perfect android.

Casually you stuck your tongue out, dragging it down across his abs with your eyes flickering up to maintain eye contact with the male.

His lips parted, deep breaths of air escaping his mouth from your actions. "(Y/n), that feels good."

You sucked slightly on his muscles before grasping his hips and looking up at him. "How good, Connor?"

His hips bucked forward as he gave you a coy smile. One hand inched its way to your throat, where he grasped it firmly so he could pull your face back up to his.

Connor's other one went to hold your warm cheek in the palm of his hand intimately. "So good that I can't get enough of you."

You swallowed strenuously before running your nails all across his sensitive muscles. The android sucked in his abdomen and puffed his chest out.

"Mm, (Y/n)~."

You watched that moan of his leave his lips, breathless but erotic. His adam's apple bobbed, his collarbone becoming prominent as he took a shaky breath.

The hand around your cheek snaked down your backside, where he grasped a handful of your a** and squeezed.

"Tell me what you want. Should I stop? Should I continue? You know that if you don't stop me now, I will indulge myself in my curiosity and explore every inch of your feminine body."

Your p*ssy throbbed, anticipation growing just as much as your desperation. How could you ever tell him no when he spoke like that?

"Connor-" You started and gripped his hand that was around your throat. He released your neck and let you trail it down to your crotch.

You pressed his hand against your clothed c*nt, urging him to feel the heat that was growing in your body.

"Don't stop, please. Do anything you want to satisfy your cravings. I won't stop you."

Connor raised an eyebrow before pressing his fingers against your sensitive area and watching you take a deep breath.

"Are you sure? You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

The removal of your tiny thin tank was answer enough for Connor. His eyes widened as he finally was able to see the supple, healthy n*pples that were hard and erect.

Faster than you could process, Connor slid off the table and quickly switched your positions. He grasped your hips and easily heaved you onto the table.

He pushed you onto your back while sliding off the black shorts you wore on your bottom. You were only left in the flimsy black thong that barely covered anything.

Curiously the Andriod grasped the thin straps and began pulling those down as well. He watched as a thin line of slick connected the underwear to your c*nt.

Discarding the piece of fabric somewhere in the room, Connor turned his gaze to your sopping-wet c*nt. The male wanted you to feel good no matter what.

His main focus that night was your pleasure and maybe a bit of fulfilling his curiosity. Connor, who had never done anything like this, wanted to do his best.

He wanted to hear you moaning his name, telling him how good you felt and how good he was doing. So, to get those things from you, the android played hundreds of videos in a second to be informed on the sensitivity of a female's private.

In just a few seconds, Connor knew what to do now; all he had to do was perform the right way to get you screaming his name.

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△┇FINGER HER

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Connor leaned forward, his mouth entrapping your cl*t as two of his fingers rubbed your entrance. The tips of his fingers became drenched in your slickness.

"A-Ah~." You hummed, your walls clenching down on emptiness. Your hands flew to his hair, entangling within his locks and ruining his perfectly styled look.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

The words in his vision didn't even register in his head. His only response was to let the flat pad of his tongue lick at your throbbing cl*t.

His fingers felt more of your natural lubrication seeping out of your entrance, indicating to him your growing arousal. Clearly, you were enjoying it, especially with the way you sucked in your abdomen and tugged on his hair.

"C-Connor."

His name left your mouth breathlessly as if you could barely manage to bring your lips to produce a sound. He was wrong before; his name coming from your mouth now had never sounded so good.

In between licking your bundle of nerves, he placed kisses against your cl*t. His delicate plump lips apply a bit of pressure as he simply provided the very beginning of your entrance.

The android wanted to make you as comfortable and aroused as possible before he did anything else. He wasn't going to bring about pain, only the sensual pleasure you deserved.

Slowly you ground your hips up and down across his face, feeling a smirk on his lip.

"Call out my name again. I know you can do that, right, beautiful?"

You swallowed the saliva in your throat and took a shaky breath.

"Please, Connor. I want more."

His gaze flickered up to meet yours, viewing the twinkle in your eyes.

"Connor, I need more."

The android's free hand grasped just above your hip bone to hold you firmly as he leaned up and peppered wet kisses down to the valley of your breast.

He continued it down your stomach, feeling you flinch from the sensitive sensation. While you were distracted from watching, those two fingers that were at your entrance finally pushed in.

A choked gasp echoed in the room as you squeezed your thighs against his shoulders. His fingers maintained still inside you, but that didn't stop your body from clenching down on his extremities.

Again that coy smile of his could be felt on your stomach. He was proud to have your body responding to him in such a desperate manner.

He was proud that the knowledge he quickly obtained was being put to good use. Through all the emotions you displayed that night; anger, grief, irritation, and melancholy, that was all washed away as the android helped you with your flimsy negative emotions.

Slowly the male lowered himself back down, breathing across your skin before he reached your cl*t again. Your thighs moved to clutch his head in that tight hold.

It was a good thing the android didn't need breath because he definitely was enjoying the suffocation from your thighs.

Once again, his mouth was entrapping your bundle of nerves, howling his cheeks as he sucked. The pressure had your lower body clench and your hips bucking against his face.

Connor's long nimble fingers began to move, pulling out and causing you to clench down even more on his extremities. You didn't want to release any of him at all, even if it was just his fingers.

And because of this, you were extra sensitive to whatever he was doing. Even if it was just him pushing the two digits back inside of you.

A shaky moan left your lips that was followed by his name. It was Connor getting drunk off the sound alone. The thirium was surging all throughout his body, every biocomponent suddenly becoming ravished. It was as if his own synthetic organs were in desperate need for its blood, for its fuel.

Connors's fingers slowly began to thrust at a consistent pace. It was slow at first, allowing for him to feel your clenching velvety walls and witness the way you ground your hips for more stimulation.

He pulled back to swallow the slick that accumulated in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks again and swirling his tongue around your sensitive area. The pressure on those bundles of nerves had mewls leaving your lips and echoing all within the workroom.

The android's chocolate brown orbs flickered up to look at your face as he moved his free hand to rub soothing circles on your hips. His intimate touch was just as desirable as his sensual ones.

The male observed your concupiscence-filled expression, watching with extreme interest as your cheeks flared with color and your eyes became glossy.

He could see your stomach rising and falling with every quick sharp breath you made. Suddenly he hummed, letting the vibrations stimulate the sensorial nerves.

It felt like a tingling sensation that was becoming almost too overwhelming. You tugged on his hair and swallowed whatever saliva was in your mouth strenuously.

You were becoming lost in this android's touch, completely devoured by his words and sensual touch. It had been so long since you felt such a way that you felt if Connor asked anything from you, you'd immediately succumb to it.

Connor gave your little cl*t another lick before his tongue dragged downwards, circling around slits before letting some of your liquids of arousal pool on his tongue just below your entrance. The action caused you to shudder and contract your stomach.

The male wasn't even doing much, but he had you dripping. The pace of his fingers was not even fast, despite he was pressing them against the sensitive areas inside your body.

"Connor~."

The mess couldn't have been any hotter for the android. He pulled his tongue away only for a moment so he could kiss the slick, swallowing it with throaty gulps before returning back to your cl*t.

His plump lips pressed against it once again before he turned his head to the side and began to litter your thighs with kisses as well

Connor had you a f*cking mess. Sweaty, your skin coated in the salty liquid. Aroused, your p*ssy wetter than ever. Desperate, your nails digging into his muscular shoulders and threatening to break past his synthetic skin.

A thought rang through your head for a moment. Connor was the most advanced android Cyberlife had created. Made to assist human law enforcement and capture deviants. He knew how to gain information in any way he needed to.

If Connor needed to gain any information from you, there would be no way you could withstand any tactic he could use on you.

RK800 made you weak.

Connor began to suck on your soft, supple skin, leaving behind red/purple bruises that stung with pain but tingled with pleasure.

All while, at the same time, he let the pace of his fingers increase and pressed harder against your sensitive areas.

There was this feeling in your lower abdomen; it was pulsating and slowly started to grow stronger, alerting you of your nearing climax. A beautiful release that would fill you with ecstasy and satisfy the burning desire that was ignited beneath your fingertips.

The brown-haired male could tell as well by the way you bucked your hips and moaned his name. You were squeezing so tight around his fingers he knew that your female body was approaching an org*sm.

One of your hands that was digging its nails into his muscular shoulder trailed down his just as muscular biceps and squeezed.

His hand that had been holding your hips moved your left thigh where he was littering them love bites, and began to intimately trail the tips of his fingers against your sensitive skin.

Your thighs clamped tighter against his head as you squeezed your lower body around him. It was beginning to be overwhelming with how good Connor was doing.

Your throat was dry, your neck muscles hurt from the strain, and you felt exhausted. Your spine had a small divet in it, slightly arched and off the slab table.

Connor pulled back to look at his handiwork on your skin; a part of him enjoyed the sight of the marking he placed on your body. Something that he made, no one else.

Teasingly slow, he breathed in the scent of your arousal and lowered himself back on your sensitive nerves.

He hummed, grazing your cl*t slightly with his teeth before resuming to sucking it. He knew you were close, so close. Your body was notably heated against his face, burning with passion and desire the most out of anywhere in your body.

With being so wet, the android felt like your liquids were never-ending, dripping all down your c*nt before pooling on the table. Another sign of how good Connor was doing.

He hummed joyously and heaved a heavy sigh. "You taste so f*cking good."

Your hips bucked against his face, your fingers digging into his synthetic skin; his words made you feel good too.

Not to mention that low sultry tone of his made your heart jitter. Connor was so unbelievably delicious. Everything about it, from his voice to his appearance, to his skilled fingers and hot mouth.

'Hey, god it's me. Please never let this end.'

The feelings you were experiencing were indescribable. All you knew was that everything just felt so good but so overstimulated. You knew you were getting to end, right the edge of the cliff where you'd fall into a pool of blinding pleasure.

And before you knew it your org*sm hit and flushed all through your body. Surging through your bloodstream and pounding your head with bliss.

"Oh my~! C-Connor~!" Your voice was louder than it had been before as you cried the male's name as you came.

Your stomach contracted, the abdominal muscles were tight from how much you sucked in your gut. You clenched as tightly as you could, squeezing his fingers so tight you thought you might break them.

The hand that was holding his shoulders dropped to his abbs, where you dug your nails into the firm muscles.

Harshly your thighs clasped even more firmly against his head in a death hold that didn't look like it was going to loosen anytime soon.

With your spine arching from your climax, you lay your head back against the table with your swollen lips parted. The sight itself was astounding for the android. Pure pleasure displayed on your face with your body trembling against him was an image he wished to forever capture in his head.

The pure ecstasy that displayed on your face was something the male just wished he could eat up. He was glad he gained a little knowledge beforehand because physically presenting how he could have you quivering, completely vulnerable because of him made his artificial heart skip a beat.

Conor casually lapped up the liquids of your climax, taking his time as he savored the taste and the texture of it against his synthetic tongue.

You were shaking against him, twitching from your oversensitivity. Your eyes felt so heavy you could barely keep them open; fatigue took over all your limbs, leaving you limp and quite feeble.

Gradually the android pulled out from your thighs and stood to his full 6'0 height. Your c*m was dripping from the corners of his mouth. He made sure you were looking, gazing at his pink and red tongue that licked it off of his skin.

"This isn't over."

You blinked at him in shock. "What?"

Connor didn't reply with words. Instead, he grasped your arm and picked you up. Your bare legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he carried you out of the workroom.

"Connor? Where are you taking me?"

Again he didn't say anything as he brought you over to your living room. The glow of the city lit the area up dimly, casting a golden hue against your bodies.

Carefully, as if you were the most fragile being in the world, the male placed you down on the soft cushion of your couch. He immediately placed himself within the space between your legs and grasped your hips firmly.

Because of the height differences now from his kneeling and your sitting positions, he looked up at you this time. You were falling in love with those glimmering chocolate-brown optics of his.

Especially that expression. His plump lips were parted slightly, with his gaze appearing so lovingly. His delicately freckled face looked so attractive with that golden glow.

"You look so pretty."

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ︿

Your cheeks flared in heat from his compliment that you knew was not false flattery.

"You look so pretty that I feel powerless beneath you."

Connor was making you feel speechless. Did the android know how powerful his tongue was, physically and languidly?

Words were stuck in your throat, unsure of what to say to his praise. It was seemed so genuine you knew something had to be up with android. He was deviating from programming; you had to be sure.

Everything he was doing, he was saying, was too human to be programmed in this android. Was he deviant, hiding behind a mask of being fully capable?

You were thrust out of your thoughts when Connor's lips were felt against the left side of your neck. He kissed your skin tenderly while rubbing his thumb across your hips.

Instead of thinking about your earlier thoughts, you closed your eyes and ran your hands through his hair, relishing in his sweet touch.

Just like he had done to your thigh, the male began to cover your smooth skin in his marks. He created round love bites ranging from all sorts of dark colors.

The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly again, seeming as fuel to the male.

His tender, intimate sucking and kissing gradually grew to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your hips only to grasp your breast.

"H-Hng!" A surprised mewl left your lips, not expecting him to do such a thing. He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh.

All night Connor had been gazing at your breast longingly, wanting to touch and feel them in his hands. He wanted to know how the supple mounds would feel in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the human warmth wafting onto his synthetic skin.

And here he was now finally getting to indulge in his lustful thoughts all while making you feel good too. He brought his face to your right breast, breathing his hot breath on your areola before taking it in his mouth.

You inhaled deeply, clenching your legs around Connor's body as his warm mouth entrapped your sensitive area. "T-that feels good, Connor." You whispered under your breath, but the male still heard.

His gaze flickered up to yours as you watched him circle your erect n*pple with his soft tongue. "Do you like it when I touch your breast?"

Almost eagerly, you nodded your head and looked away in embarrassment from how quickly you answered him, no hesitation at all.

The android's teeth graze your nipples as he began to massage and mold your left breast in his hand. His action caused you to buck your hip and quiver in front of him.

"I'd like it if you could use your voice, please." He murmured against your body.

How could this android be so sweet, almost always using 'please' but also so demanding with that low, commanding tone of his?

"I-I...Yes, I like it when it's with you."

"With me, huh?" He asked, his lips displaying a devious smirk.

His thumb grazed over your nipple before he gave it a firm squeeze.

"Hng~!" You whined softly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth.

Connor hummed to himself a kissed your n*pple softly. "Your breast seems to be just as sensitive." It was like he spoke to himself as he observed your response.

He leaned down, placing his face in between your breast while his hold on your bust grew tighter. He sucked on your body again, bruising the skin as he pressed your mounds against his face.

They were so warm, so soft yet firm. They smelled so good that he just wanted to devour you whole. He could tell you were enjoying it just as much too.

He could smell your arousal and how much stronger it was becoming. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied like this.

One of his hands inched down to your crotch before slithering his fingers between your slits. He could feel the hot slick liquid and casually ran his fingers along your c*nt before rubbing your little cl*t.

His mouth entrapped your other n*pple, sucking on it passionately. How much longer was Connor going to do this? He didn't seem to be wanting to stop anytime soon. He had all the energy in the world but the same couldn't be said for you.

Suddenly Connor felt your hands on his face, pulling him away from your chest. He did as you wanted and pulled back, gazing up at you curiously.

"Connor? How advanced did Cyberlife make your physical body?"

The android raised an eyebrow. "They made me as alike to a human male as possible so I could complete my missions in any matter I needed to." He replied with an unblemished smile.

Your cheeks flared in color. "T-Then did they give you male gene-" You swallowed thickly In embarrassment, unable to finish your sentence from having to ask this of an android.

It seemed though as Connor understood where you were going with it and placed a smooch on your jaw.

"Yes, they did. They said words would not always be able to get the result I needed. In this world, I could also use this body they gave me if needed but so far I've found I haven't been required to use it."

You didn't like the idea of Connor having to use his body for a mission, especially with another person.

"Well, you've been making me feel good this whole time. I want to make you feel just as good. I was just going to play with your wires, but if you are equipped with something else..." You told him and observed as a smile grew on his lips.

"I do not care about my own pleasure. My concern is your body, how good I could make you feel. I made it my mission to please you the best I could."

Connor was the most considerate gentleman that you had ever met, and he wasn't even human. His words were kind and thoughtful but you felt displeased with all of the attention just being on you.

You trailed your fingers down his chiseled torso before stopping at his belt. He looked down for a moment before gazing at your pretty face.

"(Y/n), no." He told you and said your name with his melodic voice.

"Connor-"

The male swallowed when he heard his name.

"-you can use my body for your own pleasure as well. You'll be satisfying me just as much, please."

╳┇MOVE HER HAND AWAY

△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

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△┇DO AS SHE SAYS

"Are you sure?" He asked you once more for confirmation, wanting your consent more than anything.

You replied by tugging at the hemline of his pants while bringing your face by his left ear. "If it's with you, I'm sure."

The male would have shivered if he could from that tone. He found himself enjoying how you specified you liked it all when it was from him.

Connor removed his hands from your body and began unbuckling his belt. He watched as you observed him with a curious but needy gaze.

Everything he did was with perfect precision, almost elegant even. Just the simple act of removing his shoes, socks, and pants seemed graceful.

And when the last article of clothing was removed, you froze slightly in your spot on the couch. Every little thing about Connor, you declared to be perfect. But Cyberlife seemed to make him almost too perfect, giving him something most males would go to war over.

"Are you okay? You look to be startled." He questioned and kneeled down so he could be level with your face.

You swallowed and nodded your head. "Y-Yeah. I just wasn't expecting that." You laughed a little at the end, causing Connor to tilt his head to the side and bring a hand to your face.

He ran his thumb across your lips, contemplating it for a moment before connecting his gaze to yours. "I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable."

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his face in your hands. "No, don't stop."

Connor smiled and brought his lips close to yours, mere centimeters from touching but not. "Tell me again what you want." The male grasped your thighs in his large hands and squeezed.

You grinned and softly placed your lips against his. "I want you, Connor."

Like starting off a chain of events, the male picked your body up and captured your lips in another savory kiss. Passionate and intimate as he moved you over to the lounge couch bed that was against the wall.

He broke the kiss not even once as he laid you down carefully, placing himself in between your legs. He caressed your thighs, lightly dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your sensitive skin.

Slowly he removed his touch from your skin and reached for his member, pressing the tip against your cl*t.

"Last chance." He hummed in between your kisses, rubbing the head of his member all along your sopping wet c*nt.

Your hips buck upwards, grinding against his extremity. "Ain't no way we're stopping now," You responded to him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

A quirky grin formed on Connor's lips as he took a deep breath and pressed the tip at your entrance. He could feel the warm liquids of arousal.

In a matter of seconds just like Connor had done earlier, he quickly watched and analyzed hundreds of videos to gain the knowledge he needed to perform excellently.

The android leaned forward, grasping the base of his c*ck and aligning it with your entrance that was just begging for him.

You could feel the hard tip prodding your hole, and you swallowed the saliva that was in your mouth. He rubbed it up and down on your cl*t, smearing your slick along your c*nt for a moment before slowly entering the head of his c*ck in.

He didn't fully enter inside, stopping when he noticed a pained expression morphing on your face. "Are you okay? Do you want me to-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than you meant to and dug your nails into his muscular shoulders. Your hips jerked upwards, your legs squeezing against the side of his body.

"I-I just need to adjust; I've never had someone your size. Give me a moment."

Connor didn't say anything, not enjoying how he caused you pain but you didn't want to stop so he listened.

"You can put more in."

The android grasped your waist and entered more of himself, pushing inside of your body and becoming swallowed by your tight wet walls.

Your back arched as a loud quivering moan left your lips. His girth was amazingly thick and his length was just as mindboggling.

The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A dumb lustful expression covered your face, almost as if you became succumbed in pleasure.

The android c*ck was felt twitching inside your walls from how warm your human body was around him. Completely wet and soft, forming to fit his member.

His hands burrowed into the cushion, finding the warmth from your body and delicious expression almost overwhelming to him.

He never thought something so human would feel so good. The lower organ that was given to him had never felt anything before.

He never had any needs to satisfy; he was an android after all who lived and breathed, completing his missions.

But at the moment, he had never felt so vulnerable and weak before. He had never felt so good and valid before.

"Please move."

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard you speak. Gazing into your eyes, he swallowed thickly.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent."

Not even a moment later did the male roll his hips before rocking it forward and plunging himself back in.

"N-Ngh~!"

Your body jolted in its spot, your hips bucking upwards with your nails digging into his pale, muscular shoulders.

His hips jerked as he thrust slowly at first before gaining a moment and rolling his hips. He wasn't just pushing himself inside of you, he was using his body to roll deep into you like an ocean.

"Connor~."

The male was being clenched down by your inner walls, sucking him in even deeper. The head of his c*ck just briefly brushing against your cervix.

Your walls that were clenching down on his member fitted tighter around him, allowing you to feel every vein that protruded against the skin of his c*ck.

You molded around him as if your body was trying to keep him inside as much as possible. It was beginning to be Connor's downfall as he lost a bit of his rationality.

The pace of his gloriously rocking hips grew. Every time he rocked his hips forward, he pressed the head of his c*ck against the entrance to your womb.

The android found that every time he did that, you writhed and cried out loudly. Clawing at his shoulders and telling him to not stop.

He couldn't get enough of the mewls and cries of pleasure you were making, especially since he was the one bringing about this aroused, exciting nature.

His hands could never leave your body alone, one of them flying to your stomach, where he dragged his fingers lightly up and down your stomach.

His touch was like fire, burning at your skin, but instead of pain, it was a soothing pleasurable sensation. It drove you wild, pushing you to the edge.

Your limbs grew sore from the position, your hips aching from being up slightly off the couch, but you were in no way going to move to tell him to change anything.

That memorable sensation in your lower abdomen returned. A tight pulsating feeling that could only mean one thing

Your org*sm was arising, your abdomen clenching while you sucked in your stomach. The male could feel the heat wafting off from your body, his grip becoming slightly loose for a second before he fixed it and tightened his hold.

Connor grunted and increased the speed of his thrust. His crotch hitting your own as his c*ck began to pound at the entrance to your womb.

Your whole body was trembling as your climax grew closer and closer. Your climax was there at the edge. You could feel it once again, waiting to be released.

And possibly Connor as well. His face was contorted in pleasure, brows furrowed with his lips parted. Breathless moans and grunts were leaving his mouth.

His rolling hips increased, slightly sloppy as you assumed Connor was feeling what could only be explained as a human org*sm.

"You feel so good." He suddenly grunted near your ear.

His guttural voice and words made your p*ssy throb. You hugged him close to your sweaty chest and brought your lips to his ear.

"Say it again."

Connor kissed your jaw before placing another kiss in the shell of your ear.

"(Y/n), you feel so f*cking good."

That seemed to be the last straw, exactly what you needed to hear. With the overwhelming amount of stimulation flooding through your body, the tight, tingling sensation in your lower abdomen basically released.

"F*ck~." You cursed under your breath, your words slurred and barely audible, but the male heard it.

Your (e/c) eyes rolled slightly in the back of your head as you clamped your thighs tightly around Connor's wide, muscular sides.

Your nails that were already digging into his shoulders now broke past the synthetic skin and pressed against the plastic armor beneath.

You had forced your hips slightly upwards while you sucked in your stomach. Every muscle in your body contracted with your body tensing up.

Your back arched upwards, the divet in your spine fairly visible. One of his arms snaked underneath and pressed your bare chest together.

Ultimately, you had climaxed a second time, your walls unbearably tight and warm as you came. The liquids of your org*sm milked his c*ck, the presence of it being seen on his member every time he had pulled out.

You reached the very peak of your ecstasy as it burst and spread all throughout your body. Pleasure rushed throughout your veins like adrenaline would. With eyes rolling back in your head drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

You saw white with your hearing suddenly zoning in and out; the only thing you could hear was the man's muffled grunts and groans in your ears.

He was hitting the deepest areas of your body while the heat of his skin wafted off onto yours. His large hands held you so close and tight against his.

The creamy white liquid of your org*sm pooled around the base of his c*ck and spread across your folds that were already sopping wet.

Even though you had reached your limit, Connor had yet to seize in own. However, he wasn't that far from it. He just needed to pound into your wet velvety walls just a little longer to reach his own high.

As the android continued to thrust sloppily, the liquids of your arousal and climax smeared all over his crotch and dripped down your cheeks.

Because you just had your climax not even a moment later, everything was extra sensitive. You quivered underneath, unable to hold back the deafening cries of pleasure.

Connor could feel you trembling underneath him and knew he had to finish this soon. His lips found their way to the other side of your throat, where he kissed and sucked harshly.

His body was telling him that he was going to c*m, his LED flashing vermillion rapidly.

╳┇C*M INSIDE

△┇PULL OUT

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╳┇C*M INSIDE

And not even a moment later did the male suddenly feel that unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he had reached the peak of his org*sm.

Ecstacy flowed through his veins as his member twitched within your walls. His pace slowed as he came, his c*ck spurting out a thick hot liquid.

You didn't even know what it was made of, but at the moment, you didn't really care.

It was so warm and hot that it felt like a heating pad was placed atop your abdomen, right where your womb was in your body.

A satisfied sigh left the android's lips as he rested himself inside of you for a little longer, relishing in your warmth before removing himself from inside you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Connor awoke from a dormant state; his system fully rested as a bright light shined on his face. The first thing he saw was the ceiling of your bedroom.

He sat up, looking around for your frame, but he was alone in the large room. At the edge of the bed was a set of clothes freshly ironed and smelled like they came from right out of the dryer.

Wasting no time, he dressed in fresh clothes and was surprised to see a new grey jacket with his identification marker on it. He slipped it on and fixed his tie.

Now that he was appropriate, he went to exit the room to find you but found one thing out of place. It was a door, slightly ajar.

He raised an eyebrow before opening it. Inside were boxes all packed up and taped, appearing as if you were moving them out.

Curiously he stepped toward one of the open boxes and kneeled down so he could look at it closely. The first thing he grabbed out was a picture frame.

You were smiling just as brightly as the one from last night, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends. Your (e/c) orbs glimmer like the night sky while hugging another male, your lips upon his cheeks.

He could tell it was the same one from last night. The most surprising thing was that the male in the photo most definitely had to be an android. He didn't have his jacket with his identification marker but on his temple was an LED, his external feedback component.

In fact, everyone around you had an LED as well. You were the only human surrounded by all these androids, and the most important detail was the visible signs of deviancy they were showing.

He looked away from the frame and saw inside of the box were clothes, male clothes to be exact. And one of those items was an android jacket, with an identification marker on it.

Connor scanned through his system, looking for any news of this tracking number and a report displayed in his view.

Maliki, an android who was captured and destroyed for his involvement with hiding deviant androids.

A sudden noise from someplace in the house gained his attention. He hastily shoved the frame back inside the box and exited the room, leaving the door ajar just how it was.

Quietly, using the lightest steps he could, Connor crept down the hallway to the noise.

"Yes, I dealt with the anniversary just fine, so let's not bring it up, okay?"

It was your voice speaking into what he assumed was your cellular device. You sounded slightly annoyed with whoever you were speaking to.

"But anyway, I think I have someone very interesting for you. It's an android, a very important one. He's the most advanced prototype to this day, highly intelligent and either deviant or close to deviancy. He would be a valuable asset to the rebellion. If I can spend more time with him I can surely turn him deviant. All I need to do is recode his program and make it easier to break into deviancy. It's the same thing I did with all those other androids I sent you."

Connor froze, his mechanical brain whirring as he processed what you were saying. Everything sounded so incriminating.

"I detected something in his code too; something Kamsaki had to put in on purpose. Connor has the potential to turn androids against their code, creating deviants. Possibly from how human they made him."

Closer, Connor crept and hid his body in the shadows of the hallway. He could see you standing on the terrace, your back facing him as you spoke into the cellular.

There was a sudden yelling from the other line on the phone, causing you to pull it away from your ear before placing it back against your labyrinth.

"I know, but think of the numbers! We need the numbers, and we need you to lead the rebellion, Markus. You are not the only one with things worth losing. I'm risking my life for this; remember that."

You grumbled and ran a hand through your hair.

"In any matter, it has to be you. I don't like North, and you know it. It'll fail if she leads it, and everything will be for nothing. Maliki's sacrifice would be for nothing."

And that was all Connor could bear to hear. He stepped away from the wall with loud footsteps, which gained your attention.

Your (e/c) orbs widened as you saw a sort of distressed expression on the android's face.

"Did you hear-"

He quickly cut you off by raising a hand to silence you and unfortunately, it worked. "This whole time, you've been working for the rebellion?"

You swallowed thickly. "Well, I-"

"You've been hiding them from the law, (Y/n)!" He suddenly raised his voice, causing you to jump from how loud it echoed on the terrace.

"Listen to me, I-"

He cut you off by taking another step toward your frame. "You're risking your career, your life, for something that's wrong!"

"It's not!" You exclaimed and ended the call that was still going. "I'm doing the right thing!"

Connor shook his head and turned away from you. "Amanda needs to know this." He muttered.

You choked on your spit and rushed in front of the male. "Connor, please listen to me. If you go to Amanda with this information, you'll be dooming us all. You're becoming deviant, and what do you think will happen when they find out? They'll destroy you and replace you with another copy. And when you finish your mission, you'll get replaced with another android made to be better than you!"

You placed your hands wearily on Connor's arms. "Don't you see, it's always going to be a never-ending cycle. You can help us, help me if you just agree to it. Choose to support our side."

The android stared down at you, his lips pursed as he listened to your words. "(Y/n), I am a machine. I have no side, I was designed to stop deviants, and that's what I intend to do."

Your brows furrowed as you gazed up at him with such pained eyes. "Oh, Connor." Your voice cracked while you leaned forward and placed your forehead against his chest. "You are more than that. I can see it."

╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

△┇HOLD HER

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╳┇PUSH HER AWAY

Connor lifted his arms up and removed your grasp from his body while stepping away, putting distance between your frames.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ﹀

"I am a machine." He stated, his voice sounding more robotic than it had been. "And I have a mission to complete."

Connor began making his way to the front door, leaving you stunned in the living room.

"Connor."

He halted when he heard his name come from your mouth, broken and pained. "What, Ms. (L/n)?"

You took a shaky breath and stepped near him. "Look at me please." You whispered out.

The android stayed still for a moment before cautiously turning his frame around to face yours.

He shouldn't have done that.

Upon seeing the tears running down your face, he began to feel resentment at his own self for making you cry.

Your shaky hands reached for his face, carefully holding him in the palm of your hands. "Kiss me. Kiss me one last time and then make your decision. Become a deviant, and I will help you. Or stay a machine and never see me or Hank ever again."

Connor swallowed thickly, his hands unconsciously reaching for your waist to hold you firmly. "I do not need to listen to you." He stated.

"I know." You replied. "But please do this for me, Connor. Just one last thing."

Taking Connor's silence as the to-go, you pushed his face down to yours and captured his lips with yours.

He didn't respond to it, staying still and unmoving. "Please, Connor." You whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his again.

This time he responded, pulling your body close to his and wrapping his arms securely around your frame. His lips moved in sync with yours, slightly sucking before involving his tongue.

Your tongues intertwined, your hands running down his cloth chest to help him remember how he felt last night, how he acted, how human it was.

Suddenly as if Connor came to his senses, he pulled back and quickly released your body. His LED blinked a burgundy hue rapidly while he placed a hand over his mouth.

"Ms. (L/n)." He said your name with an authoritative tone. "Enough of your games."

Angrily you wiped the tears off your face and sniffled. "Fine." A shaky breath left your lips, your arms hugging your frame securely.

"Chose to stay with me or choose to leave. If you leave, I'll consider you a threat to the rebellion, and I will make sure to be the one that takes your life. I'd rather it be me than some bullsh*t worker at Cyberlife."

╳┇BECOME A DEVIANT

△┇REMAIN A MACHINE

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꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[v-cain]

"Personal issues."

Request: can you pls write something with connor from dbh it can be about literally anything 😈😈

Fandom: Detroit Become Human

Warnings: Swearing, Loss of brother, Absent father, Alcohols/Bars, Suicidal tendencies, Brief car crash description, Swearing, Gun, Knife, Sex club mention, Assault

A/N: reader is hank's daughter and cole's twin, and as the year DBH is set in has no significance, we're pretending it's set in 2045 so this makes more sense ;P (pretend hank was born in 1992) well, im tired and projecting, enjoy the hurt/comfort @tzulv ! <33

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You pull your gloves on, shivering as you walk onto the bus. The weather can get horrible in Detroit, especially in winter. Usually your Dad would collect you when it was this cold, but he was busy with his police work. Apparently, he was assigned an android as a partner- which he is not happy about at all. After your brother's accident, your Dad hated androids. You never blamed them though, which caused many intense arguments.

An hour or so later, you arrive back home. You hurry inside, immediately going to turn the radiator on. You dump your bag and coat in your room, and start your daily cleanup. Your Dad has never been one for cleaning, so you're usually the one to do it. You grab last nights takeaway containers, some beer bottles and dump it all in the bin. You wipe down the counters, straighten out the couch and head to your room.

You spend the next few hours studying, eventually coming out of your room to make dinner. You glance around, not seeing your Dad anywhere. He's probably at some bar. You make yourself instant noodles- it being all that was in the cupboard- and head back to your room. The shining lights from the fairy lights reflect softly on your fork as you twirl it in the cup. Your gaze drifts to a framed picture of your Dad hugging you and your brother. Your Dad had a big grin on his face, with a smear of frosting on his face.Your brother was on your Dad's right side looking up at him with a similar grin, frosting coating his hands. Your eyes were scrunched closed from laughing, and you were leaning against your Dad's left arm.

You smile fondly at the memory. It was your and Cole's 6th birthday, and you two ganged up on your Dad and had a cake fight. You recall how afterwards you and Cole had a contest to see who could eat their slice the fastest, and how you both got sick from eating too fast. Your Dad had tucked you both in with promises of more cake the next day. Looking back on memories like those, it was weird knowing you wouldn't ever see your brother again less than a month later.

You stare at the picture for another moment, then tearing your eyes from it. You look down at your now cold noodles and stir them absentmindedly. Your Dad lost himself after the crash. Nothing seemed to matter to him except alcohol, not even you. You were left to bring yourself up. You were the one to do the shopping, cooking, cleaning...you were the adult of the house. A part of you wished he would pull his act together, but a different part knew even if he did you couldn't forgive him.

A window smashing snaps you out of your thoughts. You hear footsteps in the kitchen, and instinctively pull out your swiss army knife. Although your Dad never taught you much, he made sure his daughter knew how to defend herself. You quietly make your way to your door, pressing your ear against. An unfamiliar voice is talking, it's definitely not your Dad. You suck in a deep breath and push your door open.

You creep down the hallway, poking your head around the corner. You stifle a gasp at the sight- your Dad was lying on the floor unconscious with a bottle of alcohol, a gun beside him. There was a man kneeling beside him, practically analysing him. He has yet to notice you. You spare a glance at Sumo, who looks content with the situation, and step forward. The man turns to look at you and you see the blue circle on the side of his forehead- you recognise he's an android.

You hold your knife defensively in front of you, "Who the hell are you?" He slowly stands up and raises both of his hands. "My name is Connor. I'm an android sent by CyberLife, and I'm Lieutenant Anderson's partner. Who are you?" You look down at your Dad, then back at him. Connor seems to understand, "I didn't do this. I came to get him for a case."

You scoff at him, "I know you didn't do this, this happens every fucking night." You lower your knife, acknowledging he isn't a threat. He lowers his hands back down at looks at you expectantly. You hesitate before putting your hand out to shake. "My name is Y/N Anderson. I'm Hank's daughter." Connor shakes your hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N." You drop your hand and look back down at your Dad. What you said wasn't a lie- this was a daily occurrence. Most of the time you would prop a pillow underneath his head and throw out the alcohol, other times you would pour water on him. It depends on how late it is.

Connor kneels back down to your Dad and shakes him, "Wake up, Lieutenant!" You roll your eyes and lean against the wall. "You gotta be more aggressive than that." Connor glances back at you, then turns back around and slaps your Dad. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open slightly, while Connor pulls your Dad up. "Hey, get the fuck outta my house!" he slurs as he stumbles along with Connor. You raise an eyebrow at your Dad while he drunkenly calls for Sumo to attack, not even noticing you.

You trail after the two as Connor sets your Dad on the bath. Despite how late it was, you wanted to see where this goes. To your surprise Connor actually turns on the tap, making you laugh at him. He spares you a glance before turning the tap off again, staring down at your Dad. The latter seems to finally notice your presence, to which you smile, before he turns back to Connor "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so I came to see if you were at home." Connor responds cooly. You huff a laugh and your Dad shoots a glare your way. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own fucking android..." he groans as he tries to sit up, then looks up at Connor "Can't you just leave me alone?"

Connor looks like he's contemplating something, before saying "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." You involuntarily take a step back as your Dad angrily stands up yelling "Beat it! You hear me? Get the hell outta here!" He sways and Connor sets him back down again. The android straightens up and turns to the door, "I understand. It probably wasn't that interesting anyway. A man found dead in a sex club downtown.." you scrunch up your nose in disgust as Connor continues "Guess they'll have to solve the case without us..."

Your Dad pauses before saying "You know, it probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air.." You roll your eyes and take this as your cue to leave. You walk to the kitchen, grabbing some cleaning supplies and cleaning up the mess the pair left behind. "Fucking bastard, breaking my window.." you mutter under your breath. CyberLife better be paying for this. A few minutes later, you're done cleaning and Connor re-enters the room. You look at him for a moment, trying to decide what to say.

"I.." Connor turns to you, tilting his head, "Thank you. If you didn't get here.." you gesture to the gun on the floor. "Thank you." He nods before pointing to a picture on the table, "Is that a picture of your brother?" You blink and look at the picture in question. It was a school photo of Cole at the start of Kindergarten. It was his first school photo. You remember being next in line for your picture and pulling funny faces behind the photographer to get him to laugh.

You focus your attention on Connor again, "Yeah, yeah it is." He nods again, looking around the room. You return to your cleaning, and after a few minutes your Dad walks back into the room. He looks at you before saying "Be good. I won't be long." You look at him and say nothing- what could you possibly say? "Ok, also are we going to talk about how you tried to kill yourself?" You knew he would never talk to you about it so there was no point in trying.

You watched the two leave and turn back to the window. It was freezing outside and there was now rain forming a puddle beneath the windowsill. Brilliant. You grab some duct tape plus some old cereal boxes and beer boxes and begin taping it against the window. You take a step back, admiring your handiwork. You walk back to your room and toss the noodles into your bin.

You stretch out on your bed and stare at the ceiling. Given the circumstances, meeting Connor was nice. He seemed like a good person- well, a good android, you suppose. Maybe he'll rub off on your Dad, and then he'll be nicer to you. Or maybe actually have a meaningful conversation with you. You couldn't recall the last time you two spent time together- probably when Cole was around. As your thoughts drift from Cole to androids, you slowly fall asleep.

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You and Cole are laughing at each other, making some stupid joke. Dad is laughing along with you, eyes focused on the road. It was a snowy night outside. You tell Dad to turn up the music- Jazz- and he does, doing a little dance too. You and Cole giggle at his antics. You turn to your brother to tell him a joke but all you can see if white and there's a screech and someone's screaming and-

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You bolt upright in your bed, cold sweat coating you. You slow your breathing and sip the water on your bedside. You slowly got out of bed and walked out your door. You walked to the sitting room and crawled onto the couch beside Sumo, who happily put his head on your stomach. This is how Hank found you several hours later in the early morning when he got home from the bar. He had walked over to you and pulled a blanket over your legs. You had mumbled in your sleep "G'night Da..", to which he smiled and whispered "Night kid." You slept soundly after that.

[visionsofmagic]

𓇻 day 4 of  fic days [masterlist] 𓇻

◜  love under cold skin. [connor x f!reader]   ◞  

― video game: detroit: become human

― summary: you were a human who was working with hank anderson and you didn't like androids at all but when connor came into your life, you realized how they had humanity too and you were determined to show this to connor too.

― wc: 2.3k

― warnings&tags: fluff, spoilers from the game, events happens before and after eden club, gun, angsty, touching, no kissing, closeness. that’s all I guess. enjoy! <3

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  it was a cold night at detroit, chilling down the odd feelings you had on your chest about the new famous android who was working on the department with you and hank anderson, one of the people you loved to keep as company – as a close friend.

this specific android had a beautiful name you liked to say aloud unlike in the first times you two met to accomplish the mission of finding deviants killed, escaped or harmed their owners. owners – what a disgusting term you began to find with your close relationships with androids as the cases’ number has increased. neither liking androids nor finding them as enemies of your kind made you had a simple look to them; just some individuals – maybe they had souls like humans did, maybe the whole situation caused because of some errors in their data as most believed – as you had to believe due to being one of the officers who chased them. finding it odd how they had sent an android to chase them with you, it was logical since androids knew other androids better, having same mechanism in mind and soul – if they had one really.

this was something you thought in your first times in the cases, having a dilemma whether to believe those deviants who spoke to you, wanting you to save them not putting them in prisons. then, with time, maybe because of having connor – that famous android in the department, who got your heart and soul without even knowing it, on your side. he was the main reason for you to begin thinking about androids’ conditions completely and in a further aspect. you could see what connor did to both of you and hank anderson, making you question whether to keep up with the cases or not, prisoning androids who couldn’t get help from anyone except their own kinds.

“connor –“ you said from where you stood; lying to your car that stood in front of eden club, the place where a murder case occurred that included androids since the club has put androids for sale – for intimate sections which you found disgusting because being a captain – a civil looking one, you had both good and bad connections in the city and you knew very well people who came here did bad things to androids – even beating them, breaking them, and worse. they did those things believing androids did not have functions to feel any of them. however, the cases showed how they really felt lots of things that made them turn into deviants and having this knowledge made you gain a certain empathy towards deviants. how could they not try to escape from the disaster life they had under the wings of people who called themselves as their owners but had bad intentions. if they really had souls, if they really were like humans – even if they didn’t have, they were deserving their own rights which they were fighting for.

“yes, y/n?” you heard connor’s gentle voice, making your mind to shut down and only focus on him. he was so innocent – acting like a soldier who only cared for his missions came from upper hands but you wanted to show him how this all was wrong – how he could feel like these deviants and how it wasn’t something bad. it wasn’t. having a soul – this was what he deserved like every android out there. you needed him to feel because of the pure love you had right now, only for him.

“what are you feeling?” it was an odd question, indeed it was, but you wanted to ask it only to see how he would react.

connor’s brown eyes stopped working for a second before moving fast as he looked to your face and his surroundings while lying onto the surface of car beside you, keeping a certain distant to not to disturb you; what a gentleman. his led turned to yellow for a second before staying as blue.

“I can’t feel, y/n,” he said, sounding innocent still. “you know it. androids do not feel anything.”

“they do not or they should not, hmm?” you asked, walking slowly ‘till you stood in front of him, not so close not so distant. connor straighted his posture, not lying onto the car. he made you realized how small you were compare to him. cute.

“what are you referring to, captain?” he liked to call with your first name and as captain, always, and you liked how each of them sounded so cute coming out of his mouth.

shrugging, you said, “I just wanted to decide whether androids are not be able to feel in reality or they just – should not do it – to prevent outcomes that having feelings bring within it.” you pointed out the eden club, “like those ones in there; not to put in a prison just for feeling – like humans do.”

connor looked so confused of your sudden questions. you indeed asked them some odd questions before this case but they never intended to point out your thoughts about androids. you had to avoid questioning what you were doing as they suggested but it was so hard to since your liking of connor was turning to loving one without your control. every day you asked yourself how you could love an android – a forbidden sin in your time but here you were, looking at connor’s both attractive and cute face, watching your own reflection on his brown eyes that directed to your face, making you blush.

“do you believe to deviants?” he asked, sounding curious about your thoughts.

“I don’t know, really,” you said, sighing, “this whole thing is so – complicated. I even don’t know how to feel about them. I just know that their conditions making me feel emphatic and sad because they only seek for rights they deserve.” holding your head, you sighed again.

connor’s hand touched your arm gently, making you turn to him as he was watching you in concern. “are you okay captain?”

you nodded, smiling to ensure him more. you touched his shoulder, trusting the friendship you two had now – which you wanted to turn into something more. squeezzing his shoulder, you said, “I am okay, connor. don’t worry about me.”

his eyes looked at your hand to your eyes again as his led turned to yellow from blue suddenly, staying like a few seconds as yellow. you wondered what that meant. you only knew their led turned to red when they became deviants. maybe you should befriend with another android to ask about this.

hank finally cut your long lasted eye contact which made you melt down because of the beauty connor has held. “cut the act and just move already. I don’t intend to spend my entire night in here.”

smirking, you turned to hank, taking your hand back from connor’s shoulder as his hand left your arm. “and I thought what we missed tonight; the beautiful complaint of lieutenant anderson.”

“ha ha, y/n.” he said, pointing out the club, “let’s move.”

and with that, a long night which would make you realize something more with the rest of team because of the following events in the eden club.

° ° °

the world seemed upside down. the gun hank was holding on his hand, directed to connor who was staying still – not having any specific emotion on his face, and you – trying to make hank put the gun down.

“hank!” you shouted to him, “put the gun down. don’t make this any worse than it already has.”

hank smirked, turning to you for a moment to say, “it can not be any worse than this y/n.” then, turning to connor again who looked at your concerned face with a – sad look in his face as you believed.

“tell me connor,” hank said, “are you afraid of death?”

what hank was doing was a horrible thing but the question he asked was also something you wondered after connor spared two deviants in the eden club at previous hours of the night which caused hank to drove to the bridge of the city, to clear both his and your mind as well as connor’s who looked so – lost, making you feel concerned and sad about him, wanting to help him. believing hank’s father figure more, you allowed him to talk with connor first but now he was holding a gun and it wasn’t helping at all.

before connor could give an answer to hank’s question, your body and soul acted before your mind could comprehend, standing in front of the connor, making hank’s gun directed to you.

hank looked shocked because of your sudden brave and unexpected move and connor’s hand placed on your arms to make you move but you stood still, talking to hank with a determined manner. “shoot if you want hank, but not him.”

“y/n –“ connor’s concerned voice made your heart ache but you stood like that, not giving any fear away.

“what are you doing?” hank asked, sounding both angry and confused. “you’re protecting him? you know he can’t die.”

“yet he doesn’t deserve to die.” you smiled as hank’s determination to shoot connor was decreasing its power with your speech. “me or him, it doesn’t matter – it doesn’t make a difference. we are the same.”

that made hank looked surprised again but only for a slight moment. you knew he thought and felt the same as you do; it didn’t matter to shoot you or connor, in the end, it meant killing someone – a human, not an android even if connor was denying it still with all of his personality. while looking at hank’s face, connor’s hands tightened its grip as his cold breath hit your ear, making your body shake with delight. “y/n, please,” he said, sounding very concerned than before, “I don’t want you to get harm because of me.”

he was so innocent. the world didn’t deserve him at all. cyberlife didn’t deserve an innocent soul like him. and you determined to show this to connor. you promised that you would show it to him – making him realize how he had a soul – a really good one and he could show it – have it, not fearing of becoming a deviant because in the end, all of the androids deserved it beginning with connor.

hank looked at connor, to you, and to connor again. deciding finally, he put his gun down, saying, “see you tomorrow.” to you, and leaving your side as he made his way to his car.

the moment he left, you turned to connor whose hands stood remain ‘till your turn which made you feel so wonderful to feel him more, in a gentle way like always.

“connor,” you said, touching his cheek as his eyes focused on your face, jumping a little due to the touch you gave to him, especially from this close for the first time. “are you okay?” you asked, genuine in your voice.

furrowing, he asked in return, “are you really okay?” he sighed, “you shouldn’t do it. even if hank shot me, I would come back. cyberlife would transfer my –“

“connor,” you said, caressing his cheek. “don’t think like this. coming back to life again doesn’t mean you deserve to die. no, not at all. you deserve to live. you deserve to feel.”

you smiled delicately while connor was trying to understand you more with each word you expressed, “I know what dilemma you have now and I am here to help. hank is here too even if he acts – well, rude sometimes. he and I care about you.”

“you –“ connor tried to say, “you care about me?”

nodding to him, so certain, you said, “of course connor. we care about you – I care about you.” your hand on his cheek moved from there to his neck as the other one placed on his left shoulder, hugging him, feeling him so close – pure euphoria. “so, don’t get into danger like that again because I feel so – sad. you wouldn’t want me be sad, would you?”

hugging you back after a certain time, he said to your ear, “no, I wouldn’t.”

smiling to yourself widely enough to make your mouth hurt, knowing he couldn’t see, the fact that connor had humanity – a soul under his skin as well hit you. it wasn’t an impossible case, no, it was something would happen very soon – maybe sooner than you thought thanks to your support for him.

leaving him finally, you nodded, “then, we agreed.”

connor nodded too, not speaking aloud but from the sparkles he had on his brown eyes, you could see how happy he was – how good he was at the moment, having you and hank on his side. mostly, you, of course as you realized with his delicate touches on your face, the first time he touched you so closely – not you touching him, but he touching you with his own willingness.

“connor –“ a low sigh escaped from your lips, sounding like a low moan of his name, giving your face the color of red due to being ashamed.

“I am not afraid of death, y/n,” he said, looking at every feature of your face, making you blush more. “but I believe I am afraid of losing – you.” a confess from him that made your world turn upside down once again but in a wonderful way this time. as your heart beats were running from one after, fast enough to make you leave breathless, connor added to his heart warming speech, “I can die for a thousand time only to prevent yours. so, never do that again.”

smiling happily, you nodded even though your mind couldn’t believe what just happened.

“deal connor.”

he smiled like you did, a charming one. “deal y/n.”

the end. 🧃

[lonely-cowboy]

chasing rainbows

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: you recently learned that connor has only ever seen the world in one color. gutted at the thought of such a colorless world, you decide to help him see the beauty of the world. only he doesn't care about the world. he only cares about you.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: nothing major, but lowkey a mess bc this is my first longer-ish fic, reader is really embracing her y/n moment, connor is so ooc it's kinda insane but i love him so whatever, they're both really confused about their feelings until they're suddenly not

author's note: i'm replaying dbh as one does bc i was sad and missed connor AND I'M LITERALLY FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE THIS PLAYTHROUGH?? my first playthrough was so nice and sweet and silly so now i'm trying to get other endings BUT I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR ALL THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE?? anyway, my solution (as always) was to write happy connor and some grumpy hank yay! yes i did spend the first 1k words talking about literal colors, ignore that

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Work was never the place to do work. That was something you learned from Hank after working under him for years.

Sitting at your desk that was situated across from Hank and Connor, you decided to ignore your terminal and the case report it displayed. You’d get to it eventually. Eventually. Besides, you were confident that you would be able to finish it relatively quickly.

Instead, you were tiredly flipping through a book of color swatches. Your gaze flitted across endless pages, darting from color to color as you searched for something eye-catching. In your recent efforts to make your apartment feel more homely, you decided it was time to add an accent wall, you just needed the right color. Obviously, the precinct was the best place to be color searching.

By the time you reached the end of the swatch booklet, you had only found two colors that interested you. At least then it would be easier to make a decision. You eyed the olive and plum swatches like you would a homicide suspect, trying your best to picture them in your apartment. You pursed your lips in thought, staring at the colors for so long that you could’ve sworn you were going cross-eyed.

“Detective?” Connor called, your eyes snapping to meet his. “Are you alright?”

“Actually, no, I’m not,” you answered with an exaggerated sigh, trying to sound as hopeless as possible. “I’m having quite the dilemma.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked.

The sincerity in his voice made your heart melt. He always showed such care for you. Sometimes you wondered if it was just another part of his social programming, but somehow, you knew it wasn’t. Connor genuinely did care about you, even when it was just your inability to pick a paint color. You almost felt bad for teasing him. Almost.

“I just can’t for the life of me decide on a paint color,” you said, glancing up at him with that shit-eating grin he was unfortunate to know so well.

Connor’s pleasant smile collapsed into a disappointed frown once he realized he had succumbed to your teasing.

“Saw that coming from a mile away,” Hank grumbled.

“You can help too, Lieutenant!” you said in an excessively cheerful tone, just to annoy Hank. “It’s not like you’re doing anything important.”

“Yeah, well, fuck you, kid” Hank sighed, turning his chair to face you fully. Work was never the place to do work.

With both Connor and Hank focused on you, you slid the two color swatches across your desk. Hank leaned forward with mild interest, nodding his head to himself as he considered both choices. Connor mimicked Hank, leaning forward and furrowing his brows at the sight of the swatches.

After a long moment of deliberation, Hank finally said, “Green.”

You nodded in approval as Connor looked at Hank with what could only be described as pure confusion. He then turned back to the colors before looking at you with an unsettled expression.

“I don’t understand,” Connor murmured. “These colors are the same.”

You and Hank stared at Connor in bewilderment. Maybe you could understand it if the colors were different shades of the same color and androids just had a poor sense of color differentiation. But these swatches weren’t even remotely close in color. There was nothing similar about them at all.

You and Hank exchanged a look of confusion. Maybe this was Connor’s attempt at a joke. No, he had made jokes before, and they were genuinely funny. Especially the ones that poked fun at Hank.

“Connor,” you started. “What do you mean?”

“They’re the same,” Connor repeated with a shrug, looking between you and Hank like he didn’t understand what he was missing. And he obviously didn’t understand.

“One is olive, one is plum,” you said.

“Green and purple,” Hank offered rather unhelpfully.

Connor only shrugged again, still unable to differentiate the two.

“Does anything look different than normal?” you questioned.

“No,” Connor replied simply.

Was it possible for androids to be colorblind? The idea baffled you. The only way Connor could be colorblind was if he was programmed to be that way. Why would he be programmed to not see color?

“Can you… I don’t know… describe what things look like to you?” you asked unsurely. Was that too abstract of a thought for an android? It was already too abstract for you. “Does everything look the same color?”

Connor considered your question, eyes narrowed as he glanced around the precinct. Hank looked at you like you were crazy for wanting to get to the root of this. Maybe you were.

“I… I suppose it all appears relatively similar,” Connor said with equal uncertainty.

You frowned at that. The world must have seemed so… well, sad to Connor. You hated the thought of his world being limited to a single color. He deserved to see the world for what it really was. He deserved so much… If you could at least give him this one thing, you would be satisfied.

“Do you want to change that?” you proposed.

“I admit, I would be curious,” Connor replied.

Immediately, you jumped up from your desk chair and started putting your coat on. Connor took that as a sign to do the same, rising from his chair to stand beside you.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Hank interjected. “Where do you two think you’re going?”

“To help Connor, obviously,” you replied with a bratty eye roll.

“That has nothing to do with work, kid, sit down,” Hank retorted, preferring that the two of you stayed with him so that he didn’t have to suffer alone.

“This has everything to do with work,” you countered like the typical asshole Hank knew you as. “Don’t you realize all the ways this probably inhibits Connor’s work? I mean, picture a typical crime scene. There are probably so many details he’s missing because he can’t fucking see color!”

“Actually,” Connor remarked. “I speculate that my limited color sensory was included in an effort to keep me focused on my investigations and avoid any distractions–”

“Connor,” you intervened, turning to give him a stern look.

“Yes, Detective?”

“Shut up.”

Immediately, Connor sealed his lips shut and pressed them into a thin line. You adored it when he listened to you.

You turned your attention back to Hank, flashing that brilliant smile that told him you weren’t going to listen to a single fucking thing he said. He sighed grumpily at the sight of it, turning back to his desk with a shake of his head.

In the absence of any other objections, you grabbed Connor’s hand and led him out of the precinct. You wondered if he could see the vibrant blush that coated your cheeks at the intimate contact. You hoped not.

He did.

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“Are you sure about this?” you questioned hesitantly.

In the middle of your living room, you stood in front of Connor with his new occipital unit in hand. You held it gingerly as if the slightest touch would break it. Although it was a lot easier to purchase biocomponents than you had expected. If it were to break, you would only have to walk three or so blocks to buy a new one.

You looked at Connor worriedly while he stood patiently. You were far, far from any kind of engineer. You had absolutely zero experience when it came to replacing android biocomponents. No matter how many times Connor reassured you, you still stressed at the thought of making a mistake. He promised it was easy, but how could changing biocomponents be anywhere close to easy?

“You can do it, I promise,” Connor murmured encouragingly.

His hand came up to encircle your wrist, tugging your hand forward gently. Your cheeks heated at the contact, making you aware of just how close the two of you were. You glanced away bashfully as you were overwhelmed by butterflies. When you returned your attention to Connor, you watched in awe as the skin around his right eye peeled away, revealing the natural white plastic. Connor’s eyes flicked across your face nervously, worried that you might be disturbed. But to you, it was like seeing a new and vulnerable side to Connor, one that you very much enjoyed.

As you reached for his current occipital unit, you froze with your brows furrowed. Your apartment was far from an interesting sight. There wasn’t much to look at, your apartment still lacking a homely feeling. Damnit, you really needed that accent wall.

“Come on,” you said without explanation.

You moved to leave your apartment after gently placing the two new occipital units into your bag. Slugging it over your shoulder, you waited at the door for Connor to follow. Connor stared after you, the white plastic disappearing.

“Come on,” you repeated, gesturing for him to follow.

Connor followed without a second thought. God, it really was so endearing when he listened.

You led Connor out of your apartment building and across the street to the nearby park. You wandered aimlessly for what felt like hours, trying to find the most scenic view for Connor to enjoy as his first sight.

At last, you settled on a bench situated in front of a little pond. Tall, stooping trees crowded the pond with just enough space between their branches to see the bright sky above. You were glad to be enjoying this moment in the fall when the leaves were the perfect shades of orange.

You stood with your hands on your hips, eyeing the view with a skeptical glint. Connor would be able to see a good range of colors from here. This place would do just fine.

Pulling Connor along, you sat him down on the bench by lightly pressing on his shoulders. Once he was seated with his hands neatly placed along his thighs, you reached for the first occipital unit from your bag.

“Okay,” you said with a determined huff. “Much better view, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know, I can’t see it very well,” Connor replied cheekily.

You couldn’t help but smile at that, rolling your eyes at Connor’s teasing. This only meant he had been spending a concerning amount of time around you and Hank. When you looked back at him, you exhaled slowly, “Ready?”

Connor nodded once, revealing the white plastic of his right eye once again. Before pulling it out, you reached forward and pressed a soft hand overtop Connor’s eyes, silently reminding him to keep his eyes closed until you said otherwise. When you pulled your hand away, you were pleased to find that his eyes remained closed.

Your fingertips then pressed against the plastic of Connor’s occipital unit. It popped out easily, allowing you to pull it out slowly and with ease, just as Connor had promised. It was jarring to see him without an eye. Or rather without a whole chunk of his face. You worried you might still mess up, leaving him without half of his face.

But when you pressed the new occipital unit forward, you found that it was just as easy as pulling the old one out. It took a moment to adjust, but the new part quickly shifted to match Connor’s appearance, his freckled skin melting over it and the doe-like shape of his eyes returning. That made you sigh with relief. You just hoped they were still the same beautiful brown you found yourself constantly lost in.

You then did the same with his other eye, quietly applauding yourself for not making a single mistake.

With his occipital units in place, you rounded the bench to stand behind Connor whose eyes remained closed obediently. Standing behind him, you placed your hands over his eyes once again, a giddy smile adorning your lips.

“You ready?” you asked, unable to contain your excitement.

“I think so,” Connor said hesitantly.

“Yeah, you’re ready,” you decided.

Slowly, you pulled your hands away, studying Connor with a sweet smile. You expected him to enjoy the view in silence, looking at every single thing he possibly could. But you were surprised to find that he barely even regarded the view. Instead, he immediately turned to look at you from over his shoulder.

With a tentative hand, he reached out for your hand that rested on the bench’s back. He pulled you gently around the bench so that you stood in front of him. His hand still held your limp hand as he stood to face you. He looked down at you with a small but warm smile, eyes exploring every inch of your face.

The unexpected attention had your heart racing, a nervous heat spreading throughout your body. You clenched your jaw tightly, a jumble of confusing and unwanted emotions consuming your entirety. Not wanting to say anything stupid to ruin… whatever this moment was, you clamped your mouth shut. Your eyes couldn’t help but wander, exploring Connor’s features the same way he did yours.

Connor’s warm touch left your hand, making you frown ever so slightly. But you were immediately comforted as he placed both hands on your cheeks. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles along your cheekbones like they had a mind of their own, relaxing your clenched jaw. His eyes locked with yours, never once blinking in fear that he would miss something if he did.

You practically forgot how to speak. You forgot how to do everything. It was a hassle to recall how you were even supposed to breathe. The only thing you could do was stare at Connor with a dreamy glimmer in your eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty,” Connor mumbled.

You swallowed timidly before speaking, “Thank you.”

“You’re…” Connor began before his LED circled red.

Your gaze flickered to his LED, watching intently as it continued to flash red. That was a poor move on your part. Having broken the intense eye contact, Connor glanced away from you, looking straight ahead and dropping his hands from your cheeks like he suddenly awoke from a trance. Focused on the horizon, Connor’s LED spiraled yellow several times before returning to its typical blue.

His sudden change in attitude only added to your confusion of emotions. You took a pained step back, eyes falling to the ground.

“I didn’t expect the leaves to be this color,” Connor commented casually.

You cleared your throat and turned your back to Connor to focus on the leaves. You didn’t want him to see your embarrassed flush, though you were sure he already did.

“They’re not always this color,” you muttered. “Only in the fall. In the warmer months, they’re green.”

You caught a glimpse of Connor tilting his head, his nose scrunched with intrigue. He tried to visualize what that would look like, but having only seen one color since his creation, he didn’t seem to understand.

“Green like… like the grass,” you clarified, pointing to an open patch of grass.

“I’d like to see that. Perhaps you can bring me back here in the spring,” Connor hummed. When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “Are there other colors to see?”

“So many more,” you answered, flashing Connor a small (and slightly awkward) smile.

Connor trailed along beside you as you strolled through the park. Still too embarrassed to look at him, you also took the opportunity to admire the beauty of the park’s striking colors. You were ignorant to the way Connor watched you contently out of the corner of his eye. Of all the wonderfully colorful sights, you were by far his favorite. You were the only thing he could look at.

“Which one is your favorite?” Connor asked as you slowed your walk, having walked the entirety of the park. “Color, I mean.”

You stopped to consider his question, looking around at the abundance of colors. They were all so beautiful in their own ways that it was difficult to choose. But then your eyes landed on Connor, and it seemed so clear.

“Blue,” you replied definitively.

You felt foolish for your choice, but you couldn’t help that there was some truth to it. Blue had always been a pleasant color, but after knowing Connor, it took on a different meaning. When Connor’s LED was blue, it indicated he was happy. Or at least satisfied. You liked to see him when he was happy. It eased your mind knowing he was content. Because of him, it was now a color you associated with joy.

Though you didn’t say anything, you looked away flustered, wondering if Connor could somehow read your mind. You wouldn’t be at all surprised if he could.

“Do you have a favorite?” you inquired quickly.

Connor pursed his lips, mimicking you as he looked around the park. His head then snapped down to look at you, eyes immediately finding yours. He cocked his head curiously the way he always did. The way that made you so weak you could barely stand.

“What color are your eyes?” Connor wondered.

Your eyes widened, eyebrows arched as if you had misheard him. But you knew you hadn’t.

The way he spoke so nonchalantly drove you insane. How could he be so casual about something like this? Did he know what he was doing to you? Was he doing it on purpose? What did any of this mean? Was there any chance at all that he could care for you the same way you did him?

“Uh…,” you mumbled, stuttering out your eye color.

Connor nodded thoughtfully at your answer, his charming eyes still latched onto yours.

“Then that’s what I would say,” said Connor. “Your eyes are my favorite.”

“Oh,” you said dumbly, clueless as to how on earth you were supposed to respond to that.

The corners of Connor’s lips quirked into an affectionate smile. He arched his brows at you like he expected something more than just oh.

Your mind was racing for anything to say. Were you just supposed to ignore Connor’s loving words that felt far too much like a subtle confession? Were you supposed to confront it head-on? Neither of those options sounded good.

“Thanks,” you whispered. “I like them too.”

As you cursed yourself endlessly for saying the stupidest fucking thing to come to mind, Connor’s grin widened. A quiet laugh escaped his lips, one that you didn’t hear through the blaring alarms screaming “why are you such an idiot?” in your head.

“That was stupid,” you groaned, deciding it was better to admit it than ignore it. “But… thank you. You… you have pretty eyes too.”

“Thank you, Detective,” Connor said cheerfully.

You moved to continue walking with Connor close at your side. Maybe you were crazy (there was always a good chance of that), but you could’ve sworn he was standing considerably closer than before. Your arm swung at your side, his arm brushing against yours in the slightest. It didn’t matter how insignificant that touch was, it meant something to you. Maybe it meant something to Connor too.

You had been walking in complete silence until Connor spoke, his words making you trip and fumble and scream and cry and scream and die a little.

“You’re pretty to look at. All of you, not just your eyes,” he said, shooting you an adorably attractive wink for emphasis.

You stopped dead in your tracks, Connor trailing ahead until he noticed you were no longer beside him. You stared at him with a far too serious expression, one that made him doubt his words. How could he be so casual about something so serious? Did he actually feel this way, or was it all a heartless prank?

“Your words are really fucking with me, Connor, you know that?” you said.

“I know,” Connor nodded with a cocky edge. God, he really was spending way too much time with you and Hank to be this snarky.. “Your heart has been racing the entire time we’ve been together.”

“So you’re purposefully torturing me?”

“I wouldn’t consider this torture. But, yes. I suppose I’ve been… holding this over you.”

“Well, stop that!”

Connor flashed you a cheeky grin as he approached you again. His hands moved to cup your reddened cheeks, warming them with his soft touch.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t do this to you,” Connor said fondly. “Not when you’ve shown me how beautiful the world is… How beautiful you are.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, trying to hide the smile that crept along your lips.

“You’ve told me before that I’m terrible at shutting up, I don’t see why I should start now.”

You and Connor wore matching smirks as you tried to best the other, subconsciously moving closer to each other.

“Oh, so you don’t want to shut up and kiss me?” you parried.

“When did those words ever leave my mouth?”

“When did you get so cocky?”

“When I realized I could have you.”

You had nothing to say after that. No witty remark or snide comment. All you could offer was a gentle smile.

Connor leaned forward, his nose brushing against yours. He was so close that you could feel his breath– so real for an android– against your lips.

“Pretty smile too,” he murmured, his lips grazing yours.

“It’d look even prettier if you actually kissed me,” you whispered.

Connor knew he couldn’t win this battle of wits. He honorably accepted his loss, knowing it was the only way to kiss you. You beamed into his kiss, proud of yourself for being so stubborn. That was quickly lost on you when you felt the softness of Connor’s lips. You indulged in his touch, leaning forward against his chest to feel as much of him as possible.

Connor pulled away sooner than you would have liked, resting his forehead against yours. A breath of a laugh escaped his lips when he saw that desperate glint in your eyes. He pulled back to look you in the eye after pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. His thumb brushed under your eye, lost in the color he loved so dearly.

“You’ll always be my favorite sight.”

[upon-a-starry-night]

There's this idea in my head that's causing real brain rot. So that one time, when Connor and Hank are on the rooftop, and he almost kills Hank? Can I request something like that, but with an f! reader? Maybe f! reader is on the deviant's side, and Amanda has already taken over, as a result, fight ensues. Major hurt/comfort. You choose how this ends. Thank you in advance 😭

Connor Rk800 x Gender Neutral Reader!

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Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, minor violence

A/n: I always thought Connor should’ve had another chance to become deviant at this rooftop scene so this is the perfect opportunity to write it! I hope you enjoy!

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The night air is cold as you step out onto the roof, a distant alarm blaring as it fights to be heard against the harsh wind. 

You flinch and pull your coat tighter, watching your breath fog out in front of you, snow scattering in every direction. It’s a night you’d rather be spending in the warmth of your home, curled up with a good book and good company. Unfortunately, your good company chose to go bad cop on you and now you’re out here trying to get him back.

You can already feel your fingers growing numb and you regret not bringing gloves up here with you. As if life being a detective wasn’t hard enough.

You squint at the light illuminating from the giant Android billboard and instead focus your gaze on the figure near the edge of the roof. It’s the last place you want to see him right now. On this roof- on the wrong side of history. Making a mistake you know he’ll regret.

It’s all you can do to hope you’ll be able to convince him to come back. 

You don’t know what happened. One day he’s kind and funny and even a little flirty and the next he’s cold and calculating. Had he just been pretending the whole time? Did he tell you all those sweet things just to eliminate you as a threat to his mission? 

Whatever the reason, even if he was faking it with you you weren’t faking it with him. Over the past few months, you’ve formed a genuine connection with Connor. A connection you thought was more than just partners working on the same case. 

You think back to all those late nights Connor stayed up with you as you wrote your reports, cracking jokes so the police precinct felt a little less cold and dim. The time he helped you move your furniture after your previous apartment almost got broken into. The little moments where he’d walk you to your car no matter the time, or go out of his way to pick you up a coffee.

That couldn’t have been fake, right? Nobody went through that much effort just to make sure you were friends. It was because of the way he treated you and cared for you that you found yourself in love with him in the first place.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shook that thought from your head. You’d only just realized it last night. You’d planned to tell him today but something about him was different, he didn’t look at you the same way, though his body still lingered near yours. Then you’d gotten the call this evening about where he was headed and you knew you had to stop him.

The Connor you knew wouldn’t do this. But maybe the Connor you knew wasn’t real…

“You don’t want to do this Connor” He doesn’t even flinch at your voice. He probably heard you from the second you got there and was just waiting for you to say something. 

Perhaps that was a sign? Your Connor was always polite with you.

“You shouldn’t be here, Detective.” His voice bites at you with more coldness than the night air and it makes your heart sting. It’s a tone you’ve only ever heard him use with suspects or Gavin. Even when you first met and he seemed devoid of emotion his voice was warm, friendly. What happened?

Was it something you had done? Something you said that gave away your feelings about him? He was built to read body language and pick up on subtle clues after all. Had he known even before you? Was he disgusted by you? That a human like you could fall so easily for an Android?

He shifts the position of his gun, getting a better shot on Marcus and you take another step forward, if you could just reach him then maybe-

“You won’t stop me from accomplishing my mission.” Him and his stupid mission. It’s all he ever used to talk about before he started being open with you. You thought you’d become more important than his mission. Guess not.

“What mission Connor? What? You think you shoot this guy and it’s all over? The whole rebellion falls down? Is that it?” You scoff, shoving your hands into your coat pockets to try and garner some warmth. “You shoot Marcus, someone else will just take his place. Do you really want to spend your life hunting down Androids until you’re the only one left with a soul?”

He doesn't speak but you see the way he squeezes the gun tighter, your words clearly having an internal impact. 

“Come home Connor,” You say it out of instinct, your home had become a shared space with Connor, a place he knew you’d always welcome him into. “We can find a good movie and-”

“And what? Huh? Sit there and pretend like we could be anything other than a human and a machine?” His words cut deep, slicing your heart open and revealing all the ugly fears that had been festering in your brain. The urge to throw up fills your stomach but you push the feeling down.

What Connor thought you could or couldn’t be didn’t matter right now. Even if it hurt, you had to make sure you stopped him no matter what.

He places his finger on the trigger and you know you have to resort to the last thing you wanted to do. The last thing you thought you’d ever do to Connor. You pull out your gun and aim it at his back. Emotions well up in your throat as tears threaten to break free

“Get away from the ledge” You wish he couldn’t hear how your voice trembles but you know he does. You don’t know if you have the gall to shoot him and he knows that. Still, he stands up and turns around to face you anyway.

It’s the worst sight in the world- the image of him in front of the barrel of your gun. His eyes are cold and unrecognizable, and you take note of the fact that he doesn’t drop his gun. A strong breeze roars through and you shiver, watching the wind ruffle his hair.

The same hair he used to let you brush your fingers through as you spent hours talking on your couch. His head in your lap, his eyes closed, his LED spinning blue, and a content smile on his face. You remember wanting to take a picture of how cute he looked then, just like a happy puppy. 

Oh, how things change. 

Your hand shakes as you hold the gun, maybe from the cold, maybe from the anguish, probably from both. 

“Go home detective. It’s not my mission to kill you but this is none of your business” You nearly flinch at the word ‘kill’ but manage to hold your resolve. You couldn’t show weakness in front of this version of Connor.

You scoff, “None of my business? You call you killing an innocent man none of my business?”

“It’s not a man. It’s a machine-”

“He has a family! He has people who care about him and depend on him! He has a partner and friends! Like you and I were-”

“We weren’t anything but coworkers Detective. If you thought we were more, you were mistaken.” He cuts you off with the words you feared to hear more than anything. Words he promised you he’d never say when he told you “I’ll always be here for you detective” with that stupid sunny smile of his.

Wiping a tear with your shoulder, you shake your head as you try to get a read on him.

”you don’t mean that”

“I think I do” He tilts his head, in a way you always found cute but now just find menacing. 

“I can’t let you kill that man Connor” You tighten your hold on your gun and he narrows his eyes, sizing up whether or not he thinks you’ll shoot before going to put his gun down.

Your body relaxes slightly only to be met with the full force of his gun being thrown at you. You try to block it but it crashes into your arm, causing you to hiss out in pain. In the next second Connor is coming at you, disarming your gun and throwing it across the roof. 

You try to throw a punch but he swiftly blocks it, grabbing hold of your shoulder and throwing you to the ground. The impact is harsh and the cold only makes it worse. You can already feel the nasty bruise it’s going to leave but you don’t allow yourself time to dwell on it.

Grabbing a metal grate from nearby you launch it at Connor and use it as a moment of distraction, rushing towards your gun near the ledge of the roof with Connor hot on your heels.

Connor sweeps your legs from under you as you’re inches from the gun, sending you crashing to the ground in a fall that stings your palms. At least it helped that your hands were practically numb from the cold. 

Army crawling as hurriedly as you can, you manage to swipe your gun as it teeters precariously off the edge of the roof. In a motion that sends pain through your injured shoulder, you manage to flip onto your back and point your gun at Connor just as he stands directly over you. 

For a brief second, you can’t help but think that Connor was taking it easy on you, but then he smirks like an asshole and your flame of hope dies out

“You really gonna shoot me, detective?” The cocky disbelief in his eyes is the most emotion you’ve seen from him all day and in a moment of weakness, you hesitate because you’ve seen that look when Gavin throws his fits about Androids or when the other detectives think they can do his job better than him. Cocky was an emotion Connor didn’t often show but it always made you laugh.

He takes advantage of your moment of hesitation, twisting your gun from your hands and throwing it off the roof. It lands with a solid ‘clack’ in the snow below. You try to sweep his feet but he blocks your legs with his arm, grabbing them and pushing them to the ground. He reaches down and grabs you by the collar of your sweater, angling you so that you're dangling over a fall that would definitely kill and for the first time, you truly feel scared of Connor.

You struggle in his grip to no avail, eventually giving up as you stare into his eyes for what might be the last time. You feel tired and angry and heartbroken and you don’t have the energy to fight him anymore. You let the wind rage around you as you hold out your arms, daring him to drop you.

“Moment of truth Connor…what are you gonna do?” You struggle to catch your breath as his LED violently flashes red. “You gonna kill me for trying to be a good friend?” You wait for anything to happen, for him to throw you off the roof or respond but all he does is stand there staring blankly. His LED goes crazy, flashing from red to blue to yellow and back again, like he’s having some sort of internal struggle. 

His grip on you seems to loosen a bit and you inhale sharply “C-Connor” You cry out desperately and he gasps, his grip tightening as he pulls you into his body and clings tightly to you. He takes a few steps back from the roof, forcing your body to move with his as he brings you both back to safety.

His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace and you’re unsure what to feel until you hear his pained voice

“I’m sorry.” It’s more raw than you’ve ever heard it before and soon enough tears are streaming down your face as your arms reciprocate his hold. His hands clench tighter to your jacket at the sound of your sobs. “I’m so sorry i-” His voice breaks off and his chest starts shaking and you look up to see tears streaming down his face.

You’d never seen him cry before, you didn’t even know he was capable of it- and from the looks of it neither did he.

“A-amanda- she took control and I couldn’t-” His eyes refuse to focus on you, staring at the swirling snow behind you, so you release one arm to cup his face and bring his gaze down to yours. “I tried to kill you” He looks absolutely heartbroken at what he’s done and he quickly begins to scan you for injuries. His hands coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your face this way and that.

You manage a smile through your tears as you realize you have your Connor back. Relishing the gentle way he holds your face and the concern that never leaves his eyes as he looks over you. 

“No harm no foul” You attempt a joke and Connor’s lips quirk up for the briefest moment before his gaze zeros in on your shoulder and he frowns

“I hurt you” You pursed your lips, unable to deny that fact but not wanting to ruin the moment. Reaching up, you wipe the tears from his cheeks with a gentle hand, watching as he leans into your touch.

“It’ll heal.” You tell him instead, just happy to be bruised and safe rather than dead. “What happened back there?” He looks like he wants to say more about your injury but after reading the look in your eyes he drops it.

“ I broke free. I was stuck in this frozen garden for so long. I couldn’t control my own body or words but then I heard your voice and I had to save you” You lay your head on his chest once more, feeling the steady flow of Thirium pumping through his body, the cold long forgotten from your mind.

He rests his chin upon your head, pulling you into a hug once again. 

“You’re more important to me than any mission.” His voice trembles and it takes everything in you not to start crying again “I didn’t mean any of it- those awful things I said, I didn’t mean any of them… I Love you, Detective”

Your gaze snaps to Connors, a wide smile and a light blue blush dusting his cheeks. Those three words- three words ten minutes ago you were sure you’d never heard from him. You had to make sure you hadn’t misheard him 

“What?” your heart pounded in your chest

“I said I love you, detective” This was really happening. Connor loved you back. You couldn’t help the tears that fell at the genuine emotion in his voice.

“I love you too, Connor” A delighted laugh escapes you as you pull him in for a kiss, soft cold lips meeting yours. Sure this wasn’t your ideal confession but with Connor, nothing ever went as planned, and that was perfectly fine with you “Now let’s go home, it’s freezing up here”

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A/n: peep me watching the roof scene over and over to get this right (and also just to admire Connor) ~ Starry

[where-dreamers-go]

“Subtle” DBH Connor x Human!Reader

(A/N: The Reader is an investigative assistant for the Detroit Police Department. Takes place after the peaceful android revolution. Warnings: Canon violence and strong language. Involves an android homicide investigation and sensitive terms regarding the incident. Mentions of thirium blood and weapons like a gun. Use of (Y/N), (Y/F/N) and (Y/L/N) for your names. Word Count: 1,771 words)

Late into the evening, darkness finished enveloping the city between every alley and road. People headed home, ordered takeout, or clocked in to their shift.

Being among a group of individuals called out to a house outside of downtown Detroit, you could be counted as working late. Then again, it could be any time when working for the Detroit Police Department.

Standing in a living room of the residence, you jotted down notes into your work tablet.

You were already at the scene along with other DPD personal. Each person with their own task in the small home. Yet, a team effort.

It had been an android homicide. Suspect was yet to be found and identity remained unknown.

You could do with some more assistance.

As if on cue, in walked Lieutenant Hank Anderson and Detective Connor Anderson through the front door.

Ah, my favorite people, you thought in genuine relief. Now we can really get somewhere.

“Hey, (Y/N), they called you out for a homicide?” Hank asked, taking a few glances around the living room. Furniture knocked over or splintered.

“Yeah. Hey, Hank. Hey, Connor.” You gave a small smile before gesturing with your tablet to the shut down android on the coffee table. “The house is trashed in the hall bathroom too. …Poor guy.”

“Signs of a struggle, but not at the front door,” said a tall officer. “The android—Dennis—called in about the attack. By the time a team came in, it was too late. Blue blood’s still visible.”

“Did the android…Dennis, provide the name of their attacker?” Connor asked as he knelt down beside the android’s body. His LED spinning yellow.

“Only a possible first name. Chris.” The officer answered.

“So….no forced entry. They could had known each other before today. But why murder?” Hank questioned out loud.

Standing, Connor took three steps away from the body.

“You mentioned the hall bathroom, Officer (Y/L/N)?” Connor asked, always professional on duty.

“Yeah, the mirror was smashed.” You motioned for him to follow you.

“Any ideas on the murder weapon?” Hank’s voice carried out into the hallway.

“There’s a broken chair, Lieutenant.” Another officer answered.

Leading Connor to the open bathroom, you paused at the doorway.

“There’s thirium blood on the walls.” Connor said as he passed into the bathroom.

“There’s some in the bedroom, but no other disturbances.” You stated. “It’ll probably absorb into the carpet.”

Why blue blood is in there, I don’t really want to know, but…

For about a minute or so, Connor scanned details in the bathroom before re-entering the hall.

“None of the neighbors reported seeing anyone fleeing the house nor suspicious activity within three blocks.” You skimmed over your notes. “But that doesn’t mean anyone was staring at the house at the time of the attack to be certain.”

“Right. Does the attacker’s name match anyone living nearby?”

“No.”

Connor frowned, “The attacker wouldn’t have had time to leave through the front door without being spotted. There weren’t any shoe prints leaving in the front either.”

You rose your eyebrows.

“Back door?” He walked back through the hall and headed towards the small kitchen.

Being mindful of your footing, you followed a light trail of smudged blue blood into the bedroom. It became difficult to spot the blue blood as it was drying into the carpet.

There’s still no sign of a weapon, you thought. The attacker must still have it. They beat the poor android until they shut down. Someone not okay with androids’ equality? You crouched down. And the windows are all shut.

“The back door is locked.” Connor’s voice traveled through the home.

“You’re not telling me the bastard who did this is still in here.” Hank said.

“The android is missing their thirium pump and anything that might have caused severe damage to his head isn’t here.”

“Shit.”

clink

Your gaze snapped to the bed.

Slowly, you stood up. Your heart rate increasing by the millisecond. You swallowed dryly.

“Is there an attic?” Hank asked.

As quietly as you could, you backed up into the hall. Turning your head, you tried gaining someone’s attention discreetly. Anyone. After two head motions, Hank saw you.

“What’s with you?”

You rose your eyebrows and nodded your head to the bedroom.

In there.

In less than two seconds Hank had grabbed his gun. Hank, then looking into the living room, said, “Call a team in here. Everybody else out.” He trained his sights forward. “Stay behind me.”

“Got it,” Connor followed close behind.

“(Y/F/N).” The lieutenant gestured for you to go to them.

With side steps, you steadily made your way to the detectives. Once you passed Hank, Connor pulled you behind him and allowed you to move through the hallway.

“Detroit Police—.”

Someone rushed out of the room, an arm hitting Hank.

“Argh—Dammit!”

Connor launched to the side, basically a blur of movement as he struggled with the suspect.

A biocomponent dropped to the floor.

Clicking to realization, you went to run, but the suspect and Connor twisted into your path. Fists being thrown and something that might had been a wrench being swung.

A hand yanked you back.

Hank then stood in front of you and gave a direction, “Bedroom.”

“Yup.” You ran into the safety of the bedroom where the suspect had been hiding.

One of the last things you wanted was to be in the way of catching a suspect. Especially a violent one.

“Fricken android! An android!”

“‘Ey, quiet.”

“Android! Androi—Fu—!”

“Hey.” Hank shouted. “That’s enough. You got ‘em?”

“I got him. Come on. On your feet.” Someone answered.

Not hearing any new scuffle, you peeked out from the doorway. Careful not to step in any blue blood of course.

That was pretty quick.

“Son of a bitch. Are you alright, Connor?” Hank walked up to his partner.

“I’m fine.”

“Guess we know what he used to beat the android.”

“Yes. A pipe wrench.” Connor’s gaze caught your own. “Officer (Y/L/N), the suspect has been detained.”

“You’re both okay?” You asked, stepping into the hall with your tablet in hand.

“Yeah.” Hank sighed. The biocomponent on the floor grabbed his attention. “They really hate androids.”

“Their loss,” you made your way to the men.

Hank smirked.

Say nothing, Hank.

“I should had checked the bedroom when you mentioned it.” Connor told you. “I’m sorry.”

“He was hiding under the bed. He could have hit you if you checked. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Or we would’ve had to drag his ass out from under the damn bed.” Hank huffed.

“Fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s finish up here before we have to do the damn paperwork,” Hank waved you off. “You need a ride?”

“If you’re offering and don’t mind. Yeah.”

Connor smiled.

. . .

Night covered the city even as lights brightened whole buildings.

Back at the precinct, you sat on Connor’s desk. A little break after you sent him your section of the reports.

Twirling a pen between your fingers, you watched his LED switch between yellow and blue.

It’s cute when he’s obviously thinking intently, you thought. And that cute stinkin’ curl of hair trying to be out of place again. One day. One day I’ll—

“All finished.” Connor announced.

You perked up and out of the beginnings of a fantasy.

He tilted his head up to ask you, “Is there anything else you needed to do?”

“Uh, nope. Just sitting here giving you emotional support. Silently.”

“Thank you.” The corner of his lips curved up. “There’s no one else who can sit on my desk and give emotional support as you can.”

Before you could unpack that sentence, your thoughts were interrupted by the ever outspoken lieutenant.

“If you’re done,” Hank spoke up from behind his computer screen, “you two can go on and head out.”

“You’re sure?” Connor asked.

“Yeah. Sumo probably needs to go.”

“Right.”

You hopped down from the desk and gathered your belongings.

“And, Connor, don’t give Sumo any treats. It’s late.”

“I won’t.” Connor walked out from behind his desk.

“Later, Hank,” you waved. “I’ll give Sumo extra scratches.”

The older man huffed a laugh.

“See you later, Hank.” Connor said and went to catch up with you.

“Sure thing, son.”

. . .

Taking an automated taxi to Hank’s house opened up room for casual talk and saving your energy for Sumo’s walk to do his business. It wasn’t the first time you and Connor had joined forced for the activity. A little break to wind down from work.

Prior to leaving the Lieutenant’s house, you had left a note on a bottle of beer just in case Hank got home before the end of the walk.

“I don’t think the drawing of a paw-print was necessary, but it was…cute.” Connor said as the pair of you walked side by side, a dog leash in his grasp.

“Some cuteness is necessary, Connor. Right, Sumo?”

Sumo gave a slow, but very deep bark. 

“Exactly. See? He gets it.”

Connor frowned slightly. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”

“That’s fine.” You linked your arm with his and added, “Neither do I.” Spotting his smile, a familiar fluttering feeling filled your insides.

Completely normal friendship activities. You thought in an attempt to ease yourself from revealing any of your more-than-friendship feelings you had for Connor.

One had to subtle about those things. Some times.

“The odds of both of us having no reply is extremely low.”

“How could we?” You teasingly scoffed. “Nothing to say…”

I could say that he’s the one that’s cute. More cute than the note, you thought as you elected not to say what was on your mind. Again. A difficulty when Connor chuckled quietly beside you.

Ahead of both of you, Sumo sniffed a neighbor’s lawn contently and curiously. Ever the favorite dog who you two adored and kept far away from whatever hid in the grass at night. Sumo had bravery, but neither of you were taking chances with the big, sweet walking fur-ball.

Bravery, something everyone had some sort of experience with in their lives. In your line of work, the possibility of showing courage was greater. Not a necessity, but it could be accomplished in many ways.

Maybe, maybe one day I’ll have some courage or risk letting Connor know how I feel about him. Somehow, I guess. You thought as the three of you continued walking in the night.

At least Sumo was having a grand time regardless of the internal emotional rollercoasters of others.

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[lostquinn]

Can i request Connor with diabetics or depressed s/o . I just have both and life is pretty hard so i just want to be comforted be my lovely android boy . But if your not comfortable with it it's fine

Feeling low?

Connor (dbh) x diabetic!fem!reader

Fluff // hurt comfort

Summary - reader makes an attempt to fix her low blood sugar, making he way towards the break room swiftly ready to relieve the symptoms. It isn't long before Gavin inturrups and Connor comes to her rescue.

Ahhh, hi friend thank you so much for the ask!! The depression comfort piece will be coming later as I'm splitting it up^^ any of my lil followers can send me an ask or even message me to be on my tag list for upcoming pieces!! I hope I did a good job !!

Word count - 824

With heavy eyelids, you lifted yourself from the seat at your desk. Your mug firmly in hand as you began your mission to the break room in search of coffee. Any sugar you added to the beverage would rescue you from your low blood sugar.

A sigh escaped you lips as you noticed Gavin Reed looming around by the coffee pot. You decided to hesitantly continue, your decision was swayed by the way your hands began to shake as they clutched your mug.

Quietly, you stumbled up to the coffee pot and began to pile sugar into your mug, creating the bitter beverage the way you had done so many times before.

"Woah, coffee is for humans only," Gavin grumbled, swiping your mug from the counter.

You felt eyes lingering on you from somewhere in the police department as you met his gaze, your expression soft as you reached for the mug.

"Gavin- please,"

"Why should I let a perfectly good drink go to waste?" He responded, holding the mug up high.

You heard footsteps approaching swiftly, stopping in the doorway. Briefly, you glanced to check who it was and upon seeing Connor a slight smile graced your lips. He was always there for you.

"Give her the mug, Detective Reed," Connor moved to stand next to you, noticing your shakey demeanour as sweat gathered on your forehead.

Gavin furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at the two of you. "The plastic prick standing up for the other plastic prick, how funny. No human cares about you androids so you have to care about each other."

As he spoke, Gavin began to tip the contents of your mug into the sink. His words hit you like a train, followed by the sight of your saving grace disappearing caused your eyes to burn as tears began to well, daring to spill over.

Once the mug was empty, he dropped it into the sink. Gavin then brought two fingers to your arm, tapping where your glucose monitor sat.

"Fucking android."

Beside you, Connor balled his hand into a fist and squared out his shoulders, shifting on his feet slightly. You glanced up at him from the corner of your eye as tears began to spill down your cheeks.

Connor swung his arm, connecting his fist swiftly with Gavins stomach. Gavin brought one of his hands up to his stomach and fell to the floor with a thud. He began coughing as Connor lifted his foot and connected it with the detectives shoulder, kicking him over so that he lay on the floor.

"You should watch your mouth around her, and treat her with respect." Connor hissed at Gavin.

He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you from the break room, dragging you down a hallway of the police department for a short while before he pushed you into an empty room.

Connor let go of your hand, his cold hand retracting briefly before he pushed you further in the room. His hands wrapped around your waist as he lifted you onto an empty desk. Your face flushed red at this act.

The android smiled at you as you sat on the desk, confused. Soon, he furrowed his eyebrows then began to dig in his pockets. It didn't take long for him to produce a bag of your favourite candy, thrusting it into your direction.

"It's for you," His expression was soft and warm as he looked at you.

You reached your shakey hand out, taking the candy and opening it. "Connor, these are my favourite,"

"I know, that's why I got them for you," he leant against another desk, which sat behind him.

A slight blue blush lit up his cheeks as he watched you enjoying the candy, glad he could help you. He loved being the one to help you, no matter what the issue he was there for you.

"You didn't have to do that to Gavin you know," you mumbled after a short while.

"I know, I wanted to," His smile widened.

Soon, you had had enough of the candy and held it on your lap. "Thank you for everything,"

"May I give you something else?" Something in his eyes seemed to light up as he looked at you.

"Sure," you shrugged.

Swiftly, he stood up and moved closer to you, using the space between your legs to get as close as he could. He seemed to embrace your warmth as he placed a delicate kiss on your cheek. His hand wiped away any stray tears, his touch gentle as he leant into you.

"You're perfect," He muttered into you ear.

Butterflies spiralled in your stomach as you clutched the packet of candy in your hand, your skin lighting up under his touch.

"I- Connor-"

He then leant down towards you glucose pump, your eyes on him as he inched closer. He left a soft kiss on top if it before mumbling once more.

"Perfect,"

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Collection of TBF and Completed DBH works. All works are Fem!/Reader unless stated otherwise. Links are to AO3. Any requests can be submitted here or AO3.

Connor (RK800)/ Reader

Diagnose Me, Doctor - 40/40

Tags: Reader is a doctor, medical terminology, angst, slow-burn, smut (Chp. 25+), character death, emotionally heavy, Connor is soft but also not ;), no seriously I cried writing some of it

Use Your Words - 1/2

Tags: bookshop au, shameless smut, meta stories, masturbation, post-android revolution, fic promos, it’s just buildup and filth guys, more tags to be added

Connor (RK800)/ Reader x Cyberlife Tower (RK800-60) | Sixty/ Reader

Be My Buddy - 5/?

Tags: Fluff&Angst, long-distance fic, reader from abroad, texting, calling, anonymous, eventual relationship, eventual meeting, will earn other tags as things progress

Connor (RK800)/Connor-52 (RK800-52)/Reader

And Then There Were Two - 3/3

Tags: polygamy, minor death, smut (Chp. 3), threesome F-M-M, insecurities, multiple pov, 52 is Colin, one-shot in three chapters

Nines (RK900)/Reader

This Is Not A Date - 1/1

Tags: one-shot, friends to lovers, dating but other people, nines being the curious and innocent boi he is, smut, rough sex, but kinda soft too idk

Cyberlife Tower (RK800-60) | Sixty/ Reader

Cupcake - 1/1

Tags: GN!Reader, fluff&angst, character growth, sixty needs help, self-worth issues, life lessons, smut (enough to tag), sub!sixty

Remember To Love - 1/1

Tags: valentines day fic, fluff and angst, mainly angst, memory issues, just a lot of feelings, smut, oral sex, p in v sex, ive avoided spoilers in tags so read to find out

Remember to Follow - 1/1

Tags: memory loss, angstfest and feelings, amnesia boy, angst with porn, second part to RTL

Spoils Of War - 3/? ON HIATUS

Tags: android revolution, human slavery, sixty takes charge, reader is in prison, dystopia, smut (Chp. 3+), prison violence

[hollowcrovvn]

The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (part 1) | Connor x f!reader

Pairing: Connor x female!reader Rating: G for Gross Cute Crap Summary: Set two months after the ending of Detroit: Become Human, androids are living in their own pop-up communities while efforts are being made to integrate them into society. You are a grad-student volunteer with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit (DCRU), working to help with relief efforts… or at least, keep those who are doing so in coffee. On your caffeine runs, you bump into a young man whose matter of fact way of speaking and seemingly deadpan humor catches your interest.

Note: I should point out, as of yet, the idea is that you don’t know Connor is an android. You think he’s just Like That™. There should be a lot of fluff and prompts stolen straight from a list for aro/ace scenes if I keep this up.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (ao3)

The revolution had come and gone, but it’s aftermath thrummed through the streets of Detroit, setting a new pulse in the heartlands. For one intoxicating moment on November 12th, 2038, the androids felt their cause heard, their existence validated and their lives their own. It had been a hard battle up that hill and now came the slow, dangerous descent down the other side. When you’re fighting in a revolution, “What comes next?” isn’t always the foremost thought because you are not even certain if there exists a next.

As a grad-student intern of the newly reformed Detroit Crisis Response Unit, you were part of the answer to that question. The DCRU existed to act as a relief effort in times of flood, famine and fire, but now it was called to a new purpose, one that existed in no procedural manual. Some Androids found the reference of their liberation as a “crisis” offensive, but you knew that the sudden displacement of thousands upon thousands of newly made people, with specific physical needs, was a social crisis, if not a natural one.

But you kept the opinions to yourself because honestly, you weren’t a soldier, or a cop-- hell, you were just someone who signed up for the group back in college to pad your resume with some bullshit extracurricular. Now you had a damn vest and a badge and you were walking in and out of the quick pop up facilities, meeting with leaders of the revolution themselves and acting as liaison with them and Cyberlife or the government or anyone else contracted to provide aid.

Well, not specifically you, but you did once meet North who was very professional and very brief and caught a glimpse of Markus speaking to superiors regarding new shipments of thirium. 

Parts and blood. You hated being a pessimist, but it still seemed to you that the Androids were quite shackled to humanity without their own means of production yet available. The Androids knew it too. This freedom still had a question mark hanging in the air and that added a certain level of tension. 

You knew it was not the typical reaction of people within your group, but you were kinda scared of them. The Androids looked at you with either barely veiled contempt or outright suspicion. It was expected, you were briefed on it, but still the instability coupled with unpredictability and superior strength made you wary. Yes, they experienced emotions, but they did so so intensely and so suddenly-- like a teenager or a child. Developmentally speaking, maybe that is where their emotions were-- or maybe it was a byproduct of being oppressed? You didn’t know and it was off putting for someone who’d grown up with only docile domestic androids. You set that aside though, knowing there were more important things happening than your comfort level.

For one thing, Cyberlife stock was in freefall. The question was soon becoming whether the company could even remain afloat long enough to be apart of negotiations into creating Android operated facilities.

But that wasn’t your job, your job, as of today, was to get coffee.

That was pretty much your job everyday.

It was late January, the snow outside had let up and the sun had even come out, giving the whole of Detroit a blinding wash. Colors stood out on the stark canvas, the blue pelts of salt crunching beneath your boots as bright as thirium. Your breath crystallized, something you noted absent among the Androids at the relief site. Still, they needed warmth as much as humans to keep their systems from failing.

Your cheeks stung with cold as soon as you walked into the warm coffee shop, filing into line. You tugged your beanie back slightly, feeling flush and iced at the same time. The line had stopped moving along as the woman at the head began arguing with increasing annoyance with the barista.

“This is a raspberry mocha, it should be a raspberry white mocha. And I said extra hot, and no whip! Not extra whip!”

The coffeeshop was staffed by all humans, a rare sight merely a few months ago, but now one that was required. But this meant the return of human error-- something that people were still getting used to again.

“Sounds like she could have done with the extra whip as a child…” you muttered, and the man in front of you chuckled. He was bundled like the rest of the people in here, with a beanie and gloves, but his jacket was considerably less bulky and more of the sleek kind you were used to seeing fashion conscious people picking.

“If only it were enough to also correct her terrible tastes.” the man said, casting a glance over his shoulder at you. He had warm brown eyes, “I have been told the addition of sugar to coffee is an affront. Specifically the fruit imitation kind.”

“Only if your fifty and grouchy.” you replied, “Or in your case, more like a hipster.”

A scoff. He’d turned now, addressing you fully and you could see the crisp white shirt and tie at the V where his jacket was unzipped.

 “”Hipster”, defined as a person who follows the latest trends and fashions outside of the cultural mainstream.” he said, his eyes doing a quick trip up and down you, “Your jacket is a vintage remake, circa 2003. Very obscure label.”

You felt yourself grin, “Is it? You tell me, hippy. Seems you’re the expert.”

“I just did.” he said and you couldn’t help but wonder how long he practiced the “innocent confusion” tone.

You’d reached the front at last and sure enough the man ordered one black coffee to go.

“You’re killing me. I’m getting second hand heartburn just looking at that pitiful thing.”

He smiled, but did not drink, watching you with leveled interest. It was your turn to order. You sighed and fished out your notepad, quickly running off the drink orders on it. Caramel macchiato, Cinnamon dolce with an extra shot, unicorn frappe, London fog.... 

“The usual then?” the barista said with a smile and you nodded.

When you were finished, the Hipster was still there, “Ma’am, I do not know how to tell you this, but I think you may have a caffeine based addiction.”

“They aren’t all for me!” you laughed, shaking your head, “And it’s --- , “Ma’am” is my mother.”

“Her parents had an interesting choice of name.”

That got another laugh from you, this guy was turning out to be the highlight of your morning. He tilted his head as if not certain where the joke was and it only made you laugh more. 

“Your comedic timing is really something.” you muttered, picking up the full drink cart and realizing with a little disappointment it was time to part ways. He smiled politely, stepping out of your way.

He held the door for you on the way out and headed for a car waiting on the curb. There was an older guy at the wheel, who leaned half into the passenger seat to give him a critical look.

“Well, have a good morning, hippy.” you said, flashing him the brightest smile, “Certainly improved mine.”

“You are welcome. May I ask though, which drink was yours?”

“Why?”

“I am curious and wish to form a value judgement based on the choice.”

Man, he was so good at that deadpan humor. The man in the car honked his horn at him, voice muffled as he yelled through the glass something about “freezing his balls off in here”.

With Hipster distracted you took the time to hurry off, calling out a quick, “You’ll just have to guess!” before heading briskly down the sidewalk.

--

Another day, another coffee run, but this time it was just for you. The sky was blotted grey, fluffy clusters of snow falling slowly through the air as if they too couldn't be bothered to rush in the morning. You would have done anything to have stayed in bed, wrapped in a heated blanket and nested in a sea of pillows.

Instead, you stood in line, bleary eyed and tired, because you were out of ground coffee again.

It was that very sleepiness that made you not notice immediately the face of the person ahead who was raising a hand at you in greeting.

It was the guy, the handsome hipster guy from a few weeks ago with his one black coffee, his sleek jacket and red beanie. Your heart pattered and you resisted an urge to punch yourself in your own stupid chest as a silent demand to cut that out.

“Good morning!” he said, with far too much pep. 

You smiled faintly, mumbling a vague, “Is it…” beneath your breath as you approached the counter.

“It is currently overcast, but the cloud coverage has raised temperatures ten degrees. My partner informed me that, “sounds like a good morning”.”

“Your partner sounds old.” you said with a snort.

“He is middle aged.”

When had this guy gotten so close? He was practically standing next to you now like you’d come in together, eyes flicking occasionally between you and the menu.

Cute, but weird. You decided, turning back to the barista. You opened your mouth to order and then clicked it shut, fixing the Hipster with a knowing glare.

“Eavesdropping?”

“Excuse me?”

“Value judgement.” you said, voice assured. You turned to the barista and grinned, “One black coffee please.”

You shot him a triumphant look, but the man just continued smiling politely.

“Have your concerns of pyrosis been elevated, ---?” he said, forgetting almost that you’d told him your name.

“I’ll suffer if it means I win.” you replied, taking the cup and moving to fill it with black coffee with a look of disdain.

He gave a peculiar look at that, as if registering some kind of understanding.

“Your mission to prevent me from learning your drink preference takes priority.”

“Damn straight.” you said, sipping the bitter liquid and trying to tell yourself it tasted like VICTORY and not like your stomach was about to be wrecked.

Before you could speak, the door rattled as someone forced it open, waltzing into the shop with determination.

“CONNOR-- how long does it fuckin’ take to get one coffee?”

Connor looked unfazed, turning his attention to the man you recognized as the guy who waited in the car last time.

“Lieutenant Anderson, I have acquired the coffee and was just on my way to join you. However, I stopped to engage in social intercourse, as you’ve encouraged.”

“Social WHAT--” the Lieutenant’s eyes settled on you and he humphed, “Oh. You were talkin’ to a girl. Jesus fuck, how’d that work for ya?”

His question seemed directed at Connor, but he looked at you the entire time, mystified. Or at least what you gathered was mystified beneath the permanent scowl.

“It is going very well!” Connor said, allowing the man to take his coffee.

“Ah ha!” you suddenly exclaimed, jabbing a finger towards the lieutenant and turning to Connor for validation, “Fifty and grouchy! Yeah?”

The look Anderson gave you was as annoyed and baffled now as he gave Connor.

“Okay, if you’re done with your social fuckin’, can we please get to the office? Before I start collecting social security?”

You choked, snorting a bit of coffee. 

“In a moment, lieutenant.” Connor said cooly.

With a few grumbled protests, the lieutenant left the shop and headed back outside, leaning against the side of the car and shooting glares at Connor through the glass.

“Lieutenant Hank Anderson is my partner. I apologize, he can be abrasive.”

“Uh huh. So if the black coffee is for him, then please tell me you have a super secret love of pumpkin spice. C’mon, it’ll make my morning.”

“Like the last time we spoke?” Connor inquired, inclining his head.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Then certainly.”

“Well now I know you’re lying.” you laughed, all feelings of sleepiness gone as you beamed up at this Connor. There was something so curious yet so gentle in the way he looked back at you, as if you were a puzzle, but a pleasingly difficult puzzle.

It made you feel a bit awkward now that you noted it, clearing your throat as you swapped the coffee between your mittened hands.

“Here.” you finally said, handing him the cup. His eyes widened.

“C’mon, take it. Save me from myself.”

Connor looked like he was about to say something, but confusion turned to understanding. He took the coffee cup.

“... thank you.” he said, with a level of reverence that made her sure he must be kidding.

“Eh, just consider it me pouring one out for “our boys in blue”.”

His eyes flicked to yours, as if trying to pry some answer to an unspoken question.

“Ya know-- cause you’re both cops, right?”

“Y..yes. Right.” Connor slowly smiled, “Yes we are. Thank you.”

“It’s just a dollar coffee, hippy.” you said, but still smiled. What the hell had gotten into you? Your damn face hurt from all the smiles you were giving this guy.

“Have a safe patrol.” you said finally, hurrying away before you did something else clearly awkward and embarrassing.

“---?” the sound of your name halted you.

“Yeah?”

“I ...enjoy talking with you. Perhaps we can converse more.”

Fuck. Fuck, oh shit. Oh god, handsome funny hippy boy wanted to talk to you? You?? More???  When was the last time something like this happened to you? Oh right, NEVER.

You stammered, mixing between trying to seem aloof and actually being flustered and managing to just be alooflustered. Which looked ridiculous.

“Um.. okay. Okay! Just uh--” you took a pen from the nearby drink pick-up counter and popped the cap off with your teeth. You gestured for his cup, which he handed over, and wrote your number across the white surface along with your name.

“There.”

He turned the cup, saw what you’d written and grinned, a bright all consuming thing that seemed both foreign and so fucking adorable on his lips.

“Lieutenant Anderson will be thrilled.” he said and you barked a laugh.

“Yeah well, better hurry and go show him before he leaves you.”

Connor nodded gravely, as if this were a truly high possibility he was just reminded of.

“Talk to you later, Connor.”

“Yes. “Talk to you later”.”

He left, hurrying to the car. You watched Hank’s rested-annoyed-face twist with confusion, pointing to the cup in Connor’s hand, to which Connor proudly displayed what must have been your number. The man’s jaw nearly hit the snow covered ground, quickly ushering Connor into the car with his mouth moving rapidly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “God. What a dork…”

You were so engrossed you barely heard when the barista, eyes nearly rolling out of their head said,

“Hey lady, are you gonna get anything!?”

[vampcubus]

intimacy headcannons with connor?

Intimacy HCs with Connor (RK800)

a/n: say lessss 😩

warnings: nsfw!! android/human relationship, praise kink, puppyplay + collaring mentions.

— Intimacy doesn’t come easy with Connor at first, especially when he’s freshly deviant. There would be a period of him just curiously testing the waters of new feelings and seeing how you react to them. Unsurprisingly, sexual attraction is towards the bottom of the list of things he expects to experience. And yet he does, and it startles him a little, the sheer wanting that comes with it.

— Connor’s still getting used to desiring things. The first time he feels a desire for intimacy with you could even occur while on a case, where he feels in his element, until he is forced right out of it.

Imagine being on a case together and he’s in the middle of talking, the suspect rears a corner and you shove him against the wall and your body to shield him from view. You don’t realize it as your full attention is trained on the suspect, but your hands are holding his waist and you’re practically pinning him to the wall.

He’s also gone oddly quiet, his led spinning bright yellow. His programming is urging him to turn his focus to the task at hand, but his curious brown eyes are focused on you. Focused on the feeling of your thumbs absentmindedly rubbing nervous circles into his hips, and the softness of your front against his, how you fit together. And when your eyes meet his again, his LED blinks red, cheeks filling with blue blood.

When you ask him what’s wrong, he honestly admits that he doesn’t know. And when he acknowledges how close you are, he feels the disappointment settle in his core when you pull away, muttering a flustered apology.

— And once sex is more normalized in your relationship, it’s not hard to tell when Connor wants you. Because he’ll more than likely tell you! And also, being such a cuddlebug, he’s always making an effort to be near you. Connor feels little shame in rubbing himself against you when he’s needy and wanting, lips at your ear in seconds to ask for sex.

— He’s eager to say the least, big brown eyes watching with awe as you straddle him that first time. At first he’s very obedient, bound to your wishes by an overwhelming desire to please you. It doesn’t take long to learn that Connor has a very prominent praise kink, and his cock throbs upon being praised and complimented. Please tell him how good he’s doing, that he’s a good boy for you. Simply hearing you call him good is enough to send his head falling back, lips parted as a deep moan spills out from them, hips rising into the stimulation.

— The first time you called him your good boy he came on the spot, shaking and whimpering as an orgasm was involuntarily ripped from him. It’s the first time he has no control over his functions, both terrifying and intoxicating to experience.

— Connor has a built in rewards system for completing tasks that plays a pretty big part in this.

— Responds incredibly well to being called your puppy, and you bet you can collar n leash up this boy and he’ll be your lap dog. Speaking of which, since Connor’s mouth and tongue are full of sensors, he’s obsessed with oral. He moans against your pussy like he’s the one being stimulated when he eats you out and it’s h o t, he’s always eager to stick his tongue in you and hardly bothers to hide it. He jokes that he’s making sure the unique capabilities of his model are seeing use, you know better.

— Later on in your relationship Connor gets more confident, or rather, more of a brat. Doesn’t submit straight away and puts up a bit of a fight just to challenge you, and he likes being punished. He likes to rile you up until he’s tied down, being edged for hours and not allowed to cum.

— Connor’s a cheeky one, gets increasingly flirty the more human he becomes, but no less your dumb puppy the moment you tease the head of his flushed blue cock against your slobbering entrance. The way those brown eyes glaze over and then go blank when you fuck the sense out of him.

— Connor is versatile when it comes to pace, positions, and kinks, but when you do take the time to slow down and make love, it means so much to him. When you cradle his head against your chest as he slowly eases himself in and out of you, wrapped tightly in one another’s arms so he can only pull out a few inches before pitifully shoving himself back into your velvety depths. When nothing else in the world matters to him but the sound of your frantically beating heart against his ear and your tight walls strangling his cock so sweetly. It’s hard not to get emotional.

— L-word bombs everywhere so I hope that’s not a turn off for you. He loves you and often can’t keep himself from saying it, over and over.

— Aftercare is always soft and cuddle-filled! Connor’s impossibly cuddlier after sex and even when he feels scorching hot, his inner systems sweltering from the onslaught sex can have on his android body, he can’t bear to be away from you. It would be in your best interest to introduce him to cockwarming, because he’d love nothing more than to snuggle with his dick in you.

[the-darklings]

(endgame);

(i) cold grey

.

.

“Tell me...when did you know?”

RK900 tilts his head slowly to one side; the gesture cold and calculated, the same way all things about him are and he gazes patiently at his counterpart. RK800 model keeps his silence impressively enough, but RK900––or Nines as you have very fondly dubbed him––knows that silence will not hold.

“Personally, I’ve never seen the appeal,” he continues smoothly, carefully watching the other Connor from the corner of his eye. “Humanity. A defective disease of emotions and indecisiveness. They’re too dull to be of much interest, and so flawed they cripple themselves. But...not all of them.”

The other Connor simply glares at him, eyes narrowed and Nines feels his lips curl slightly at the cracks starting to appear in his counterpart’s demeanour.

“When did you know? What was it exactly? The gentleness? The warmth? Some other force that tied you to (Name) perhaps. After all, why would a god fall in love with a mayfly?”

Connor shifts his gaze away but Nines does not allow him the opportunity to escape him. He turns with him, and a brief, mocking smirk graces his lips when their eyes meet.

Brown against Grey.

Original against New.

“You’re not going to win,” Connor finally says, bitter and tight, like he has to convince himself of this truth. “Whatever it is you’re planning, it won’t work.”

“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, dear brother,” Nines whispers in quiet amusement. “What you fail to realise is that for me it’s never been about the now, or even about tomorrow. From the very start, everything’s been about the endgame.”

Nines can see his counterpart’s brows draw together in confusion, and he feels the slight curve of his lips deepen into a knowing smirk.

“(Name) will never love you,” Connor enunciates sharply, a low sound escaping his lips.

The silence that stretches between the two androids is contemplative, and Nines smiles indulgently after a moment, “Human hearts are so fragile, won’t you agree? When the memory of you hurts too much to breathe, (Name) will turn to the only good friend available for comfort, no? Patience, dear brother, that’s all I will need. Patience and time. The rest is inevitable, don’t forget...we share the same face,” he adds smugly.

“No––”

Nines grips Connor by the jaw harshly, jerks him forward and feels his eyes narrow, “I’m afraid, it doesn’t matter what you want, not anymore,” he murmurs in the space between them, and ignores the hateful stare his doppelganger levels on him.

The splatters of blue blood look especially bright against his pale skin and Nines smiles wider, all teeth; the way a monster would bare his teeth right before he tears into his prey.

“Go with the knowledge that my lips will soon replace yours on (Name)’s skin.”

Connor struggles but it’s useless.

Nines tightens his fingers around the Thirium pump in his chest, feels the wetness of his counterpart’s blood, and lays his fingers gently against Connor’s cheek.

“Goodnight, little brother,” Nines says softly, icily, and pulls.

The sound is wet, and metallic and he hears the crunch of wires and components tearing to pieces.

Connor shudders, whines low in his throat before he stills.

Nines tilts his head, stares blankly at his hand where the Thirium pump now sits, and flexes his fingers easily. The material crumples under his strength and RK900 lets the older––obsolete, useless––model fall to the floor with a heavy thud.

The body is still.

“Pathetic.”

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.

(iii) pitch black

[robin-bring-the-snow]

should I do?

(masterlist)

Parting: Simon x reader (human), Connor (machine)

Summary: You take part to the deviants revolution, but your partner Connor is disagreed.

Warning: Bad ending.

A/N: Neutral gender reader.

~~

11th November 2038, 10:48 pm

You walked to the Hart plaza in Downtown Detroit at the southern end of Woodward Ave. You wanted to help Markus with the revolution, you were read agitated for what was about to happen, the whole world would hear the message of Jericho.

However you didn’t really know what you would do because you are a simple human, nothing more. When you left the department with your gun and a rifle, which you would assemble once you were safe from bullets and more, nobody noticed you walked away with that except Connor that he just watched you go.

You did not wonder where Hank was or where it was, but as soon as it was all over, you would surely have offered him a coffee or a holiday. Always if you survive this uprising.

-Positive thoughts, you can’t think that it will always go bad.-you tried to convince yourself.

Before to climb over the trench, you took your cell phone and call your parents.

“Dad?”you asked when you heard a breath, instead from the other end of the phone you didn’t hear anything that breath.

“I know that you were angry but I should to do...I must to do.”you explained the tears running on your cheeks, he didn’t answer.

“Dad I’m scared.”you declared drying your tears, at a certain point you felt an interference coming from the phone, confused you looked at the screen and then put the phone back to your ear.

“Dad?”

“Oh..innocent Y/N”a familiar voice said sarcastically, you immediately became serious, while you were seeing josh walking towards you.

“Connor..didn’t I give you an order?”you spoke with an arrogant smile, saw that Josh was close to you, you made a sign to stay quite because you were on the phone with Connor, he remained quite but next to you.

“I’m so sorry for disturbing your phone line, but you know, you're thorn in the side. So tell me where you are and I promise you to.."you didn't give him the time to finish that you've close the communication, after that you turned off the phone and broke it by throwing it to the ground. 

Josh escorted you to the other side of the barricade, when you arrived North and Markus were talking and Simon was watching the humans beyond.

There were more androids that were near to the fire barrels, the other were looking curiously and scared the other way, you approached you too and saw the trucks of the riot squad, along with the FBI position for the fight. Meanwhile, Markus had fixed the ollographic poster, with peaceful words.

“You are here.”Simon said walking near to you.

“Yep.”you mumbled turning your head to him. He was a little worried for you, you could see from his face.

“You know that are you a human being?”he spoke confused when he saw you calm and were loosen up. 

Maybe he did not believe that I was really here or maybe he did not think it was right that I was there, with them fighting his own species. He closed his eyes, turning his head to one of the incredulous bins, of everything that was happening.

"Notice markus and North you're here." He said, turning to Markus and starting to walk, you stopped him by taking his wrist and looked at him seriously and determinedly: "I want to do it, because in the end I will pass to the right side. for an act of rebellion and more because I care for you, for others but above all for the cause."he looked you and as he approached, he put his lips on your own, you didn’t block him or reject him, because you knew that insede you, you wanted it too.

"Oh my sweet Y/N, I see you joined the band," North appointed sarcastically approaching you and Simon, he broke away and went to talk to Markus, you watched him go away a little sorry while North followed your own look.

"So when do you think to tell him?" She asked, looking at you with a smile, you looked at her, and shook her head, laughing.

"Do you notice much?" I asked her, touching her shoulder in a friendly way.

“Ehm...yes.”she answered laughing, you smiled at her after what had happened to her, it was good to laugh. Immediately she returned serious looking at the trucks, you followed his gaze.

"I know the FBI assault team is very well equipped, but I have a rifle if I find a sure point, I can kill half of it, more Connor."you explained looking at Perkins who was coming down from the FBI truck.

"Y/N."you heard a call from a familiar voice, or rather Markus’ voice, he watching you and North, while you were studying the possible moves.

Before I went to him, North gave you a device to put in the middle of his chest: "For any eventuality" she got rid of you without explaining what to do with it.

“What are you doing here?”he asked slightly angry. You looked at Simon, who was serious and with his arms crossed, but Josh was looking at you from behind Markus.

"Give a hand, of course."you answered quiet and observing you around.

Markus obviously did not drink it and remained silent expecting an explanation or a better excuse.

"I can not leave you, you can not fight them alone." you explained looking at your feet and biting your lip.

"You can not stay with us." Markus began, electing all the dangers and things that could happen to you, while Simon looked at you in silence. You looked up and instead of looking at Markus, you looked at Simon.

After an hour where Markus was scolding you, you could not bear it anymore all is worry and so bursting.

"Okay, okay I'm a human being, but I want to help you and I can not do it on the other side of the world or the barricade, I want to help you because I do not want to be drawn from history books like the one that could do something I wanted to fight, because before me there were others who fought for my rights and above all ... "screamed in the face of him, while he stood in silence to observe you.

"... I want to fight for who I love." you added but whispered, while Simon was leaving.

After the fight with Markus, you were allowed to stay as long as you were in the safest places, meanwhile Markus had gone to talk to Perkins to look for a diplomatic way.

“You should stay at home.”Simon observed looking you while you were assembling the rifle.

“Simon, you can help me like this, you know it?”you declared looking at you, he snorted and after giving you a kiss on the head he left.

After a few minutes, the onslaught of humans began, you tried to kill as many as you could. In a short time they surrounded the androids and pushed you to join them, Simon looked at you and widened his eyes as soon as he saw you come out and ran from them, but I was stopped by a shot behind you.

"Hands up, Lieutenant Y/S." a voice ordered behind you, you turned frightened and fearing who it might be, when you saw Connor lowered your hands.

"I gave you an order, stay out of it." you shouted walking towards him, but he continued to aim at you and did not move.

His look was  always serious and cold, as always because as Hank says: "He is a machine, he does not try anything."

"I told you that you did not have to reach Jericho alone."he spoke looking at you.

"I do not take orders from you."you said arrogantly and smiling, he gave a similar smile and looked beyond you.

"Simon, do not you want me to get hurt?" He teased you when he saw you back serious as soon as he mentioned his name.

"Lower the Connor weapon, it's an order!" You ordered closer and closer to him, he smiled arrogantly to provoke you even more: "Should I do?" He said before you hurled at him.

You started fighting, while Simon from a distance watched. You did not want to kill Connor, but if you had not left your choice you would have done everything to stop it, but you still felt sorry for him because it was designed to accomplish the mission. After disarming him, I fired a warning shot in his leg, he smiled and ran at you, landing and taking the gun from his hand.

"Surrender?" He asked with a smile. You looked at him while blood dripped from his forehead.

"Never" you answered fierce and throwing a kick to drop it, you put on him trying to remove the pump from his chest, your hand trembled symptom that your body was almost exhausted with the energies, meanwhile tried not to get the gun . You could hardly take it off, you got up from him, you threw his pump that stained your hands with his blue blood, rotten like that of an oppressor.

You did not notice that in the meantime Connor had got up, you saw Simon rushing to you to save you but instead you were smiling walking towards him. When you noticed his worried face, you looked at him in confusion and the moment you turned to Connor, a bullet hit Simon's head, instead of yours. 

He’s gone

You looked terrified as Simon's body fell to the ground, while Markus and North ran towards you, while you had knelt down and took Simon's body in your hands and held him close to you. Starting to scream in pain and despair, for losing the only person you ever loved, while Markus stood next to you and North hugged you from behind, you looked up and saw  another Connor go away.

You jumped up and ran to him with your gun, he didn’t have time to turn around that you shot him a cold bullet on the head.

"This is being a machine? I think it's like being human," you cried, looking at the android's body and throwing the gun away.

You walked next to Simon, you walked like an automaton, your face was full of tears while the snow fell on your hair, you never thought it would end like that. You never thought about losing Simon, you hadn’t thought about losing the love of your life in this way: fighting for his rights.

A/N: Connor didn’t respect the first law because he hurt you even if not physically, the law applies equally because he has hurt you emotionally. The law should be applied in both areas: physical and psychological.  Meanwhile Simon didn’t broke any law, I put him in it because I never wrote anything about him.

[lavendersb]

Requests

Trying to cheer myself up a by writing but my single remaining braincell doesn't want to do anything on my WIPs! So if somebody wants to request a fic, drabble, or some hc’s then i reckon i might be able to get some more stuff out. 

I might reblog a prompts list to request from as well later on.

[where-dreamers-go]

Typing up two fanfic requests!

And in the process found/remembered some unfinished fanfiction.

I'm trying to keep track of these, I promise, but suddenly it's been two years. Yeah know?

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

[hollowcrovvn]

The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (part 8)

Note: I keep up with chapters much faster on ao3. This fic is up to chapter 13 there for those who want to jump ahead.

Pairing: Connor x female!reader

Rating: T

Summary: January 2039. The aftermath of the revolution continues to shake the city of Detroit. Androids are living in government provided communities while efforts are being made to integrate them into society. You are a grad-student volunteering with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit (DCRU), working to help with relief efforts. Set within the backdrop of the slowing growing Android Rights Movement, Connor, newly deviant, is trying to understand what it means to be alive while many others like him seek equality and justice.

Chapter Summary: A clandestine meeting with Jericho begins with the exchange of ideas regarding who might be responsible for the attack.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (ao3)

Tagged: @shaydeevee33 @easy-and-steady @goldie516 @house-arya @untilwearestarsinthesky @rainbowsithlord

The housing site was unavailable as a meeting point, given your current status suspending your access, but nothing stopped you from meeting with the four Jericho leaders on neutral ground. Now, you weren't completely breaking any rules, because you did have a support meeting lined up for later that week, something you couldn't say you were looking forward to.

Meanwhile, the androids that had been injured, including Simon, were repaired, moving out of the Cyberlife facility and back to the DCRU site. Some androids and their families however, had refused to return.

You'd heard faint rumors of concerns of androids leaving in fear of their safety, but the numbers were still small. The "neutral" ground selected was an abandoned home, one of many in Detroit's further neighborhoods. These areas with their empty homes were being looked at specifically for conversion into android communities, but seeing them in all their decrepit state made it obvious how long it would take to make that a reality.

You weren't sure if the four had invited you simply to get Connor to attend, or if there was some other motivation behind having a "clandestine" meeting with a human. Maybe you had just earned their trust? You hoped that was it, exiting the cab and taking Connor's hand when he offered it to help you out. The sting of the burns had completely gone and you were left now with spots of pink new skin on your palms. Your shoulder still ached sometimes, but other than a slight ringing in your ear that came and went, physically you were in good shape.

Connor had traded in his usual DPD attire for something more unassuming and casual. His LED was covered with a Tigers baseball cap that he had happily expressed that Hank bought for him in preparation for a promise made to take Connor to a game this summer. The rest was something you'd seen any guy, lazily headed to their next class on campus, wearing.

He looked positively, unmistakably human, which was the point.

You tried not to stare too much, but you were still doing some processing of your own. When Connor had finished telling you the details of those few days before November 12th, you had chosen not to ask questions during the retelling and just to save them for the end. You had quickly found yourself at a loss of where to even start. At the time , he had waited, patiently where you'd left him at the counter while you were half hiding out in the bedroom, staring at your clothes hung up in the closet, but nothing on your mind was about what to wear.

What was on your mind, was dealing with the knowledge Connor had been not just hunting deviants, but hunting Jericho to eradicate deviants entirely for CyberLife. The feeling was best described by the flutter in your stomach and the tension in your brow.Uncomfortable. It was hard to mask and you hated it because he'd been right—your opinion would need some time to change.

Connor had so calmly told you how his deviancy was planned by CyberLife, that he was sent to infiltrate Jericho but then Markus brought on his conversion. His voice had taken on that same distant tone, his expression passive and unfazed.

Now looking at him, standing outside in the gray day, he smiled back at you, interested and curious as ever and no trace of that mechanical coldness.

"Did you think of a question?" he asked.

"I was just wondering how... safe it is for you to be around Markus? Sorry, that feels so shitty to ask, I know it wasn't your choice."

"It's fine." Connor said, "I am perfectly safe. Even if CyberLife were to attempt to re-establish the connection, I know the way out."

"The garden." you said, confirming, "Tricky of Kamski. Conveniently , tricky."

"He is, in essence, my father." Connor said, keeping an eye out for anyone lingering around the street and once he confirmed no one was around, carefully trudged a path through the snow towards the front door of the house, "It makes sense he would know more about my software than even I do."

You followed, stepping into the footprints he left behind. The snow had built up in spots to knee height, with no one to clear the sidewalks in this part of town it wasn't surprising.

"Gosh—what's that like? "Meeting your maker"?"

You had reached the front door having successfully navigated the tundra. Connor waited before knocking, parting his lips slightly as he was poised to answer. Your breath came in faint clouds, his did not appear at all. He seemed to still be thinking of a good answer.

"Discomposing." he settled on at last, eyes flashing as he caught your gaze, "He did try to have me shoot a girl in his swimming pool to establish my humanity, so I have doubts about his proposed divinity."

"Doubts? How? That sounds bona fide Old Testament of him..." you said, and Connor grinned, turning his attention back to the door which he rapped in sequence. There was a click and Connor opened the door.

Inside the house had as much snow as parts of the street in spots above the staircase that had collapsed in. To the left was a living room, a fire started and tended to by a blond man you immediately recognized. Connor let you in first and then closed the door, locking it behind him. North had let you both in, moving back over to take a seat on a moth-eaten couch. Markus was standing, leaning against a far wall, but he pushed off and smiled the moment you both entered.

"The prodigal son returns." Markus said and you shot Connor a look.

Biblical references 2, Connor 0.

"I didn't ever leave." Connor said, crossing the room to take the hand Markus offered him. They touched at the wrist, skin fading back for a moment.

"You've been busy." Connor said, dry and unimpressed.

"And you've been put on restricted duty and before that were too busy with deviancy cases, so we have had to do our own detecting."

You had a distinct feeling you were missing something, shivering in your quickly dampening boots. North waved you over.

"This fire isn't entirely for our benefit, ---."

You were happy to come over, sitting on the ground by the fireplace. Simon set another log onto the flames, stirring up a new wave of pleasant heat.

"We haven't met yet properly." he said, offering your his hand, "I'm Simon."

That he had two hands at all was a miracle in itself, and he was seemingly having very little difficulty using them. You took his hand, noting that there was a jagged "scar" of sorts along his jaw, reaching back into his hairline. It was a flash of white, showing his inner casing.

"Did everything go well?"

Simon nodded, "Very well and better everyday. Some cosmetic software programming issues, but nothing I am too concerned about."

"Some say we should go without skin all the time anyway." North added, fiddling with a bouncy ball, rolling it along her thigh. You looked back over to Connor and Markus, noting they spoke together quietly in low voices. Markus looked resigned, Connor looked frustrated.

"I don't want to interrupt, but—has this "detecting" got anything to do with when you warned me about investigating the bombing yourself, Markus?" you said, kicking out a leg so that your boot could dry off in the heat of the fire. Simon, who was the only one whose expression you could properly see, shot Markus a surprised look.

"Oh c'mon, I'm not stupid." you said.

"Debatable." North said with a scoff and when you shot her a look she quickly defended herself, "We heard about the mishap the other night. That was stupid. Nothing personal."

"Josh told you?" you asked, not recalling giving him any specifics.

"No. He sends his well wishes by the way, he had another assignment." North said.

"Okay, so how did you know?"

"I'm curious to know the answer to that too." Connor said, shooting North a narrow look.

"Relax, Fido. We put a tail on her. We put a tail on all of them. For a second, we thought you'd fooled us all and were playing both sides." North said, reminding you that this did mean a tail had followed you all the way to an anti-android rally.

"Those people were disgusting." you said, tensing.

"You don't have to defend yourself, we know you weren't there as a participant clearly."

"We do want to know what you found out." Markus added and Connor suddenly looked a bit panicked.

"Hold on—this was why you wanted her to bring me along? I'm not supposed to give you information on these cases, Markus, and even if I could, we've seen already the contamination your people are bringing into scenes. The last gathering spot was practically useless as evidence. They ransacked the place."

Connor had mentioned that before that the DPD was struggling with contaminated scenes. You knew it had probably meant this, but hearing it confirmed was another thing.

"Why on earth would we pass up getting information from you? You're the perfect double agent, Connor." North said, "Or triple? I can never remember."

Connor didn't appreciate the joke, his jaw clenched slightly, but he kept his attention focused on Markus, who put his hands out in a sign of relenting.

"Connor... I know that in order to live together, we will have to abide and trust inmutually beneficial laws and rules—but we aren't there yet. All I'm doing is making sure that we know who our enemies are. We won't be retaliating."

North sighed very, very loudly at that. Markus gave her an impatient look.

"I got it, I got it." she muttered.

"We have in exchange some information that might be beneficial to the DPD." Markus said, "Simon?"

Simon got up, brushed off the dust and ash and took a tablet out from his backpack. He flipped a few screens and then presented the device to Connor. You got up to follow, coming to stand to look over Connor's shoulder. No one seemed to mind your presence, so you didn't question the trust.

"Michael Graham." Connor read.

"Do you remember him?" Markus asked.

"Yes." Connor said, "He was killed by a WR400 "Traci" android that went deviant at the Detroit Eden Club. I was assigned to the case November 6th, 2038. Mr. Graham was physically abusing the Traci models. He ordered two and killed one. The other, rather than submit to being destroyed, fought back."

Connor flipped the file, landing on a crime scene photo. You suddenly knew why Hank had advised you not look at them. Casting a look at you over his shoulder, he quickly skimmed by it.

"...There was another Traci model. They were lovers. I caught them at the loading bay and... I chose to let them go."

You remembered this part of the story he had relayed to you, how in that moment he began to truly question whether they, as androids, had no value outside of machines. Whether they could love.

"What does this case have to do with the bombing?" you asked, looking up at both Markus and Simon.

"Michael Graham was from an affluent family. The eldest son of Walter Graham of Skylar, Graham & Besop, LLC. A company that designs and sells parts for self-driving automotive vehicles. We believe his brother, Lucas Graham, is funding the extremist group the "Red Bloods." "

"Markus Christ, they have a name now?" you said, surprised by the sudden silence of the room. You looked up to find Markus giving you a very concerned look, while Simon smiled. Somewhere over your shoulder, you heard North snort. Connor was doing his best not to express an emotion at all, but you could see it in the way his LED flickered.

" Anyway ." Markus said, "They were just a typical hate group, but recently they have become organized and their ranks are padded with people from outside the city and even the state. Biker gangs, other extremists—you name it. They are recruiting and they are paying. "

"Sounds familiar. DCRU had to start paying volunteers for the housing initiative a month or so in just to get a blip of a head count."

"I don't think they have the same reasons." Simon added with mirthless humor.

"We have all this information regarding the Red Bloods at the DPD too, but how are you connecting Lucas Graham to this? Because of his brother?" Connor asked, looking up from the tablet.

"At the rally they were talking about deviant crimes a lot." you said, recalling the night in a factual way made it easier to process.

"We know, because there is one android serial number that has perpetually been brought to our attention when the DPD asks for updates on the turning over of these people for prosecution." Markus said, "After several attempts, we declared we did not know where this Traci android was and we were ending our efforts to find her. Two days later was the attack."

Markus touched the tablet, pulling up another bulletin you recognized immediately from DCRU's heading.

"Mr. Lucas Graham is also on the board for the Detroit Crisis Response Unit, giving him access to guard rotation schedules, fence perimeters... any security features." Markus concluded, watching Connor as he continued to look through the files, taking time to upload some to himself with the touch of two fingers. You couldn't help yourself, you suddenly grabbed Connor's arm, drawing his attention down as you looked at him wide eyed.

It fit.

"This... could be a good lead." Connor said.

“Is there something you want to add, —?” Markus said, turning his attention to you as it was hard to miss your reaction. You looked at Connor, not for approval, but for some sign of his opinion. Connor was silent, but then after a second he gave a hesitant nod.

“One of the men at the rally knew about my promotion to division planner before it was officially announced.” You began, “If this Lucas guy is involved, it would fit with how they got that information.”

Markus took a sharp breath, letting it out slowly. Restrained. He seemed to quiet whatever rage the confirmation of his fears had brought and let it pass through him.

“Thank you, —. With that in mind, we will take care.” Markus said, looking more than disappointed.

“Take care?” You said, noting that Simon looked equally grave while North had joined you looking unsurprised.

“We are considering other means of forming a community for androids, should these endeavors fail.”

Oh.

“What do you mean? Like— leave?”

“More like make our own space.” North said, “With our own security and our own plans— no offense.”

“None taken.” You said faintly, looking at Markus and feeling your stomach flip with anxiety at the idea of what might happen to the androids if they elected to take matters into their own hands in this. So far, the public opinion had been positive and the government compliant in giving the androids their most important demands, but if the androids were to refuse this requirement of keeping the shaky new peace? It could all go back to recycling camps in the blink of an eye.

Connor shut off the tablet and returned it to Markus, who refused it.

“Keep it. We simply transferred the data for ease of your human detectives.”

“Before we break, there is something else, Connor.” Simon said, but Connor seemed to already have an idea what it was about.

“Josh informed me.” He said, “I maintain that it is not a good idea for me to be too involved with the community at this time.”

Simon sighed, looking to Markus with an expression that read please talk to him.

“We have only barely scratched the surface of the bond created between an android who awakens another android, but it is there, Connor. You are important to them. To us.”

Connor however, seemed cold to Markus’ words, taking on that appearance of indifferent detachment you had seen before.

“I am better served where I am. I apologize, but we do not have time to go into it further. — has an appointment to keep.”

“Yay group therapy.” You said, false enthusiasm palpable. North’s interest peaked.

“Therapy? For the explosion?”

“Yeah, turns out I might be, “mismanaging my trauma” ” you said, air-quoting.

“Forget some human group, come to ours.” North said, “You know exactly what’s gonna happen with humans. They are going to get all interested in your job, ask you a billion stupid and offensive questions and nothing they’ve been through is going to compare at all to what you have.”

North managed to successfully hit on every concern you even had, remembering that not many humans had such close contact with “deviants” and that in a victim’s group where people were dealing with robbery mostly and the death of loved ones, you did kind of have a niche incident.

“Lucille runs it. Hell, Josh might even finally go if you’re there. All the androids that go were there that day.” North looked around at the other three, noting Connor’s expression she slipped into a bit of a defensive tone, “What? I’m right. Better to be with people who actually understand.”

“It’s not my call.” Connor said.

“Good! How about it? Unless being the only human would bother you.” North added.

“I mean… as long as it doesn’t make anyone else uncomfortable?”

“Anyone has a problem they can bring it to me.” North said, “I imagine some folks will not like it, but I think you can take it.”

That was probably the nicest thing North had ever said to you, which definitely said something in itself, but you chose to take it as it was given.

“And it gives Connor a chance to visit with the androids who he freed.” Markus added, reminding you of the part of Connor’s story earlier that you hadn’t even really thought about. Connor had infiltrated Cyberlife and awoken hundreds of androids… was this bond Markus talked about some kind of link they all shared? It seemed overly personal to you somehow, so you kept your questions to yourself for now.

“I will think about it.” Connor said, non-committal.

“Well, if you come you come. I’ll send you all the details, —.” North said.

Somehow, the idea of going to therapy seemed a bit less intimidating and oddly you even felt a bit of eagerness for the first time instead of dread.

With the meeting adjourned, Simon and Markus left you both with North who walked you out of the home through a separate entrance so as to avoid any attention from anyone who might have been watching outside. She took her job of security seriously.

“I wanted to thank you again for Simon,” North said, smiling with faint fondness, “I honestly don’t know how we would do this without him. He’s always been… a voice of reason.”

She looked up at you and you could see the sincerity in her eyes.

“He’s like a centerpiece. The one that calls Markus to action and keeps me from making an idiot of myself."

“He’s your glue.” You said, nodding with understanding, “I’m happy to have been able to help.”

North turned her attention to Connor, who’d been doing his best to avoid speaking to any of the others more than necessary.

“What about you, Con? You find your center yet?”

You couldn’t help but think you were missing something with the way the two of them exchanged stares, Connor’s intense and warning and hers teasing, eyes silently laughing. She pulled her pack from her back to the front, unzipping it and pulling free a container filled with vivid blue liquid. She offered it to Connor, who accepted it.

“Monthly ration for you. Try to keep him from getting shot at too much.” North said, giving Connor a light punch to the arm as she walked past you both and disappeared into the snowy, urban landscape.

You walked a ways through the neighborhood to the cab call area. You silently made a "grabby" gesture, indicating to Connor you'd put the thirium into your own messenger bag out of sight. He handed it over, calling the cab with a touch of his palm to the sensor.

"How much of this stuff do you actually have to drink?" you said, stepping a bit in place to keep warm and get some of the snow off your boots.

"RK800s are very efficient models, so I only need to replenish in the event of an injury. Some older models require bi-monthly changes of their thirium stores."

"You planning on getting injured?" you asked, meaning it to be light-hearted.

"I was injured." Connor stated simply, "I was grazed on my right thigh by a nine millimeter bullet during the incident at the bar. It caused minimal thirium losses, but given recent events, I messaged North privately before our arrival and asked if she would bring a canister."

"You... you got hurt?! Are you okay? You didn't seem hurt at all!" you asked as the cab drew up to the curb, doors opening. Connor offered you his hand and though you didn't need the help, you still took it, letting him guide you into the back seat. He joined you and you found yourself watching how he stepped in for any sign of the injury at all.

"I am fine. Androids do not feel pain." he said with a smile, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. The doors closed, shading the harsh winter light outside with the tinted windows. Warmth rushed from vents, immediately setting the temperature to a nice dry heat. You huffed a sigh, leaning back into the soft leather and without thinking, smoothed your glove covered thumb over his hands, looking with interest.

"Right. I knew that... You know, I've always been curious—exactly what do you feel?"

"It's different than how it was. Certain sensations were only prioritized if needed. Now it's a bit more consistent."

Connor allowed you to turn his hand this way and that, taking it back only to remove his glove. He then rested his bare hand palm up on his thigh for further inspection. You traced the tip of your middle finger from the tip of his own down to his palm, watching his fingers curl involuntary inward.

"What does that feel like?" you said.

Connor seemed to struggle to find words and trying to be helpful you slipped your own glove off and laced your fingers with his, oblivious to the effect your touches were having on his LED.

" Good ." Connor said, the word coming too quickly and breathlessly. You froze, suddenly feeling all too warm.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have—" your hand went lax and you attempted to draw away, but found your hand caught in his own.

"It's pressure. Also warmth. I know your core temperature on touch alone. It's.... soft. Or smooth I suppose." his thumb traced over the back of your hand for emphasis, smoother even than your own skin with its lack of ridges and fingerprints.

"Is that what you meant?" Connor asked, looking at you sheepishly.

"Yes, but—" you held his hand in both of yours now, "The uh—the other part... is important too. The emotional."

"I used to not feel anything, "emotional" or otherwise, when anyone touched me." Connor said, "Hank hugs me often, or puts his arm around my shoulders. It makes me feel... real. More so I mean."

Connor took a deep breath.

"He called me "son" once. That was also good." Connor smiled, risking a look over at you and when he found you were looking back he met your eyes, "But different from this."

"I would hope so." you said, laughing nervously. You let him take his hand back, shuffling to find where your glove had gotten to when the touch of the back of his curled knuckles just barely brushed your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered several times, resisting every urge to close and lean into the touch.

He did it only once, looking at you for approval or disapproval, hand hovering. You didn't ask him to stop, in fact, the only thing you remember saying was his name, soft and breathless as his own had been a few moments before. You were suddenly aware of how close he was, spreading your leg just slightly and finding your thigh flush against his own. The touch of his hand returned, slipping behind your neck and smoothing through the hair at your nape and then back. His thumb brushed over your cheek, cupping your jaw—and then the cab abruptly stopped and the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss. It was like someone flicked a switch, merciless daylight flooding the private space and the sounds of the construction machines jarring you from your stupor.

Connor was already up and out of the cab, his glove back on.

"This is where North said the meeting would be." Connor said, mask back in place as he helped you out and then broke the contact as soon as it was right to do so.

"Are you familiar with the location?" Connor said, pinging it to your phone. It was just one of the housing buildings, near where your own offices were on alpha site.

"Yeah. I can find it. Do... do you need to get going?" you asked, trying on your own mask to hide the disappointment.

"Yes, I am returning to Hank's residence for the time being. I need to replenish my thirium and return my operating capacity to 100%."

With that, you pulled the container out of your bag and handed it back to him.

"Will I see you later?"

"Certainly."

You were not entirely sure what that meant, but it was enough of a confirmation that you didn't feel like pressing for details. You stood, feeling a bit awkward about how to say "goodbye" and noting, to your extreme jealousy, that if Connor felt any such awkwardness, he was doing a damn good job hiding it.

"Okay well—uh. See you later."

"I hope this meeting is helpful to you." Connor said, sincerity returning to his voice, "If it does not work out, there is always the DPD organized one."

You nodded with understanding and watched as Connor disappeared back into the cab, the sleek black vehicle engaging and driving away. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, huffing an animated sigh.

"Weh-elp. You started it ." you said to yourself, bracing hands on your hips as if that might help "ground" you from whatever the ever loving hell that was and why your heart now felt like it existed somewhere in your stomach. When you'd had more time to process it, you made a mental note that it may be time to address—well, whatever it was that was going on between you two. For now though, there was a meeting to attend and the new-found eagerness you had that morning had faded to something still eager, but also anxious. What if the androids did not want a human there? What if you acted super weird? Weirder than normal?

You flashed your ID badge to the guards, finding North had informed them of your visit so the usual securities were taken for a “civilian”. Once the search and metal detector bit was over you headed into the housing site, catching an automated cart that served as a low grade shuttle around the complex. You entered in the modular unit number to the cart’s navigation system and sat facing backwards in the back seat as the cart sprung to life and began its trek across the lot.